Friday, September 17, 2004
The Lights Come Back On
And then, suddenly, it's day again. The bright orange sun stands high in the bright green sky. Suddenly it's the kind of place where, you know, seldom is heard a discouraging word. And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Excellent, Satan thinks. That Rove boy came through after all.
He always worries about his children by human mothers, but Rove has never given him a moment's cause. The others in the White House these days, well--you could chuck em all in the sea of fire and Satan wouldn't shed a bloody tear. Bunch of fuckups, your Rumsfelds and your Cheneys and your Ashcrofts and your Rices. But Rove, now. There's a boy to do his daddy proud.
If his calculations are correct, heaven will be dark now, dark as this pit was when he first landed here. Yahweh will be shitting bricks that he won't be able to see.
Satan gets up off his offalounger and starts taking down the makeshift lighting he rigged up lo these many millennia ago. He won't be needing them again.
