HOLDING THE BAG
"He did it! The old sonofabitch, Augusto Pinochet, danced off to prepare for the next lifetime, leaving everybody in Chile holding the bag--including its current president."
Raven tosses the crust of his french toast into the garbage can.
We knew he would. I really would have appreciated seeing him rotting in jail, but at least he will be rotting someplace.
"He must have started stinking before he died, then."
Rave, that's a line from Mother Courage. I didn't know you were a Brecht fan.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me. I am a veritable Renaissance Bird."
Don't you mean virtual Renaissance Bird?
Raven slurps espresso and turns back to the computer screen.
"At least they aren't going to give him a State funeral. Probably because this president of Chile was tortured by Pipnochet's goons. If he had kicked the bucket on Lagos' watch they would have dressed him up like a pinata and wrapped him in the chilean flag."
I would like to think that this means that the Manichean weighting of our moment in history to the side of evil might be lightening up.
"I would be cautious about thinking that. But there is a little bit to back that up."
And what might that be, Rave?
"Hugo Chavez is currently leading the votation for Time's Person of the Year at 28%. Followed hotly by Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, our veritable next-door neighbor at 23%."
How many times did you vote, Rave?
Raven turns his beady eyes heavenword.
"I'll never tell."