Saturday, September 20, 2008

Sweet words--nothing more, nothing less.

There's nothing that leaves you feeling more vindicated than the discovery of something so potentially offensive, yet brilliant, when you're admittedly trolling through material trying to dig something up to whet readers' appetites so they come back for more.

My discovery?

A dessert option on the White House Menu for the Dinner in Honor of President Kufour of Ghana, September 15, 2008: Graham Cracker Crumble and Cocoa Pod Shell.

Now, there's no reason to call anyone names, I know. But just think about this for a second. How great would it be if Chef Comerford decided to make political statements with her menus? Maybe she's tired of feeding the man who has turned this country inside out, and watching his shit-eating grin while he does it. Maybe she's tired of watching foreign heads of state, from countries whose clothes and pallets and music might remind her of her roots in the Philippines, come to dinner and have to smile with clenched teeth as the President makes comments like these:
"When Ghana's independence was secure, President Eisenhower sent a message to Ghanaians from the people of the United States. He said, 'We revere in common with you the great and eternal principles which characterize the free democratic way of life. I am confident that our two countries will stand as one in safeguarding this greatest of all bonds between us. Half a century later, we see that President Eisenhower's confidence was well-placed. Today, Ghana and America are still bound by our love for liberty, and we stand as one in our efforts to safeguard that freedom.'"

Really? You know what year Ghana was granted its "secure" independence? 1957. Apparently Eisenhower thought a free democratic way of life for black people was alright as long as it was in Ghana, not in his own backyard.

Crumble away, good sirs. And don't forget to munch on the shell while you're at it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I think part of the fascination is that moose just seem so exotic to the majority of Americans who live in climates outside of their habitat. Personally, I'm not as bothered by the moose-hunting as I am by the shooting-wolves-from-helicopters. Despite the conservation justifications, it bothers me as do other kinds of killing for sport-- killing for the joy of killing occupies a different moral category for me than killing as a path to sustenance. And surely there are more humane ways to control populations than one that encourages revelling in brutality.