Jonathan Chait Deals With Life’s Little Vicissitudes…

by hilzoy

Note Attached To A Pile Of Frozen Purple Goo In The Icebox

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

I didn’t realize that
you were probably
saving them
for breakfast
Until after I ate them.

Luckily
I had a friend
Who was bulimic
So I knew how
To make everything better again.

***

And Another Thing…

It was wrong of me
To kill your cat
When he sank his claws into me.

I didn’t stop to think
That you might miss him —
How was I supposed to know?

When I saw you crying
I went and found his body —
Or what was left of it,
After the raccoons got to it —
And arranged it here
In front of the fire.
It’s not the best idea,
What with the maggots and all,
But it’s better than all the others.

***

One Last Note.

Sorry I burnt your house down.
After what you said,
I was furious,
And it really seemed like the only thing to do.

If I’d known your children were inside,
I wouldn’t have been so hasty,
But that didn’t occur to me.
My bad.

But look:
I’ve taken the match I used to set the fire
Covered it with sulfur
And put it back in the matchbox.
And I went to the gas station
And refilled the gas can.
I even tore up some of my old shirts
To replace the rags,
And bought you some life-sized cardboard versions
Of your kids.
So everything is OK, right?

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  1. As was remarked in the previous thread, this is no put-on; Chait is being completely serious in this article.
    [PS: apparently including a hyperlink in the title (or at least at the beginning of the title) breaks the linkyness in the sidebar under “Recent Comments”.]

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  2. Long-time reader, first-time commentator.
    Thank-you for this, Hilzoy. I’ve been walking around ever since I read that Chait insanity so filled with rage and dismay that I couldn’t even think about it let alone write about it.
    Wonderful also that you used a favorite poem to such satiric effect; that is William Carlos Williams’ “This Is Just To Say” at the top? I know he’d have approved; a doctor who wrote poetry and made housecalls; what a different world from that in which the Chaits of the world appear to live.
    I wish there was some formal procedure by which we could ask someone to leave off pretending they belong to the liberal camp; or perhaps I mean the humanity camp, some equivalent of epaulet removal and slaps across the face with regimental gloves.
    Anyway, thank-you again, although rage and dismay are the only appropriate response to what we hath wrought in Iraq, we need to be clearheaded in the face of this disaster, and satire and humor are at least as wonderful a way to focus the mind as impending execution.

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  3. i don’t know how many times i’ve seen pro-war commenters challenge people with “so, you think we’d be better off with Saddam still in power?”
    being able to reply “yes, because things have turned-out so badly in Iraq, on balance, Saddam would be better for the Iraqi people,” isn’t really a satisfying answer. but it’s a valid one. but, to write a piece like Chait’s unprompted … well, that’s just strange.

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  4. Wheeeeee!
    Using money, weapons or its oil power, Saudi Arabia will intervene to prevent Iranian-backed Shi’ite militias from massacring Iraqi Sunni Muslims once the United States begins pulling out of Iraq, a security adviser to the Saudi government said on Wednesday.

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  5. I’m kind of partial to Gorbachev at this point, too.
    Plus, I think I saw a guy walking backwards out of Iran with a cake in his hands and Oliver North was heard speaking backwards Robin Williams gobbledygook out of both sides of his mouth as bullets flew back into the barrels of the weapons he gave to death squads in Central America.
    Children’s corpses rose from the ground and backwardsly attended school and made up lost homework.
    A ship, in the Gulf Of Tonkin, reassembled itself and sailed for Honolulu.
    Pol Pot, backedpedaled to the fork in the road and decided eyeglasses were not a sign of bourgeoisie corruption and French pastries were actually pretty tasty.
    Marie Antoinette’s head flew out of the basket and reconnected with her neck, followed by her wig. Bread was substituted for cake.
    The Lusitania bobbed to the surface and ocean-going love affairs reconstituted themselves in reverse.
    George Martin backed away from signing the four genuises from Liverpool. Bobby Rydell, Ricky Nelson, and Motown breathed a reverse sigh of relief. The Kinks forgot where they were going.
    The ice caps began thickening.

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  6. cleek,
    How long until the “unintentional” substitution of an “s” for a “b” in his name becomes a widespread meme? Or has it already and I just haven’t noticed?

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  7. Actually, I modestly (well) admit to predicting right here last year that the rhymesters in charge of projectile vomiting all over Democrats would find the “s” handy.
    Now, we have “Hussein”, too.
    No doubt there is a Biblical concordance underway as we speak that this is a sign of the Endtimes.
    The great thing is that every single Republican name floated for a 2008 candidacy is going to rhyme with “Bush”. Rudy Bush and Newt Bush and John Bush and the Mormon Bushes.
    FOX has got to get that mini-series off the ground in which a public figure named Hussein Osama ascends to the White House and christens a new cabinet agency: The Department of Dhimmitude.
    If I were Mrs. Barack Obama, I would counsel my husband to beware of the nutcase crazy American in the book depository AND the real Osama on the grassy knoll.
    Triangulation.

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  8. Brilliant.
    And, as icing on the cake, it reminds me of one of my all-time favorite comments ever on ObWi, posted by st back in April 2005:

    This Is Just To Say
    I have eaten
    the eco-tourist
    that was in
    the river
    and whom
    you were probably
    relying upon
    to pay your guide fees.
    Forgive me
    he was delicious
    so crunchy
    and screamy.
    — Obviously Not William Carlos Williams

    “crunchy and screamy”…that still makes me chuckle uncontrollably

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  9. Perhaps I’m missing something, but isn’t Chait’s piece a bit of kidding-on-the-square satire? The point that Saddam isn’t obviously worse than the current situation is worth making, and Chait’s modest proposal is an excellent way to make that point.

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  10. togolosh, “kidding-on-the-square” means to mean it to some extent, so I don’t think “modest proposal” works here. Really I think he’s rather muddled on this issue – I think the term is “cognitive dissonance”.

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  11. Even ignoring the likelihood that reinstalling Saddam would lead to even more brutality, who in his right mind would think that a U.S.-backed Saddam could rule effectively now that he has been so utterly humiliated both militarily and personally, now that his papier mache weapons programs have been thoroughly picked over by gullible neocons, and now that his army and security forces have forged new allegiances to men who haven’t yet been pulled out of spider holes and prodded on TV?

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  12. I’m Sorry
    I’m sorry I came in your shoes.
    I’m sorry I hung your teddy bear from the light fitting and then pointed the anglepoise lamp at it so the first thing you saw when you came home was little Bear Paws swinging from his noose in silhouette on the wall.
    I’m sorry about that thing with your chinchilla and the bellows. But I have to point out that it was me who wiped everything off the wallpaper, and your sister did get the fur out of her teeth.
    I’m sorry I pissed in the steam iron.
    I’m sorry about putting that half a horse from the road accident in the back of your car. But in my defense I thought you might, I dunno, find it useful for something.
    I’m sorry I left that half a horse in the back of your car for two weeks.
    I’m sorry about your mother almost choking to death on the condom, though I still don’t think it was my fault.
    I’m sorry about your mother almost choking to death on the used condom a month later. That might have been my fault, yeah.
    I’m sorry I pissed in the washing machine.
    I’m sorry about that whole thing with the harpoon gun, the fishing line and the, you know, the string of dogs.
    I’m sorry I made you help me stand the dogs in line.
    I’m sorry I threw up in the carrot bread mix and didn’t tell anyone.
    I’m sorry about exploding those frogs with your drinking straws and then putting them back in the drawer without telling you. Or rinsing them.
    I’m sorry I pissed in your sister. On your sister. On. Really. On your sister.
    I’m sorry about all these things, and anything else you can think of, and I really really love you and I want you to take me back.
    And, um. I’m sorry the back of your house is on fire.
    (c) Warren Ellis 2004

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  13. Have none of you heard of Jonathan Swift or Swiftian parody?
    At any rate, can any of you answer his question? Is Iraq not so fucked up now that putting Saddam back might actually stabilize the situation and lead to fewer deaths? Well, at least after the civil war that would follow upon his re-insertion into Iraq.
    Is Iraq (and are sane, publicly acknowledged American/Western interests in Iraq) better off than it was four years ago? Come on.

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