The State of the BS
by Phillip Marlowe
I remember that day when I met Oliver North. At the time, I was a much younger man working for this big organization that will go unnamed. North was running for Senator of Virginia and going around the state glad-handing away (he lost mostly because of the lefty media and a backstabbing republican third candidacy).
At the time, I was in our big storage area retrieving something or maybe working on the technical systems we kept back there out of the way; when in walks the top honcho for the entire organization alongside the department heads. With them was Ollie North, himself. They introduced me and I shook his hand. He stopped and talked to me for quite awhile, probably because I looked him straight in the eye and didn’t fawn over his celebrity status like others did on my department floor.
This was after all the brouhaha over the “Iran-Contra affair.” I was smart enough not to bring all that up, of course. I’m also fairly sure I knew more about the matter than most of my coworkers. That doesn’t mean I was “against” North. Not at all. I knew North was in fact a big American patriot, but by then I already had some inkling of the dichotomies (big word for bull crap) ensnaring America. I did vote for him, naturally.
Here’s the problem: How could one be a tough guy patriot for America and still be against Israel — our bestest little buddies in the Mideast? Does that mean you got to love stinking Goat Herders and Muzzy terrorist bastards?