9/11 Onward

It’s been as frustrating as hell to have been sidetracked by an ungodly schedule from posting more frequently to this blog lately when so much has happened to make my blood boil.

Now here we are on the fifth anniversary of 9/11. If ever there was a day for considered reflections on the state of things, this is it. But no. Cartooning deadlines call.

I hope soon to resume more regular posts, but for now let me offer a reprise of my essay called "Two Years, Two Wars, and One Dog Ago." I posted it on my web site on August 9, 2003, as that year’s 9-11 anniversary approached. Sad to say, everything that was ominous about the George W. Bush presidency then has only grown more frightening since — and yet the country gave him four additional years to wreck the nation’s Constitution by re-electing him in 2004.

Maybe. Depending on what really happened with those Ohio voting machines.

In the wake of 9/11, I was numbed by a mixture of grief for the victims and outrage at the whole human race for not having evolved beyond such savagery, I wrote back then. And I was anxious at the thought of what hay our politicians might be poised to make from the tragedy while a jolted citizenry was preoccupied with private fears. What a golden opportunity to use public anger for unsavory ends!

I would be proud of my prescience if a lot of other people had not figured out Bush’s agenda with alarm just as urgent as mine by the time the Decider’s administration was two years along. But America, ever vulnerable to swift-boating manipulation, let the steamroller roll on.

My 2003 essay is too long for a blog post, but if you’d like to see what I wrote in its entirety, just click on this link.

It has taken a compliant and largely conscienceless Republican-led Congress to allow things to go as far as they have already. Will America be any smarter at the polls this November than it was in 2004?

Time will tell.

About Howard

I'm a cartoonist and writer, best known for my graphic novel, Stuck Rubber Baby, and my comic strip from the 1980s, Wendel.
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