THE SELF-EVIDENT EXCEPTION

A Six-Year Record of Inevitable Victory

By Michael Moriarty

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The team players in every new presidential administration are gathered for a group shot on the incoming President’s swearing-in day. Well, our team’s group shot was taken on February 7, 2006. It inaugurates the day we’re officially launching my campaign for the presidency of the United States.

It’s hard to believe, but I have a deep and abiding respect for Marlon Brando, even though Bud, as he was known to his friends, really hated my acting. If Brando were still alive, the former Red turned Buddhist would definitely be on board my campaign train. We’ve an Empire to defeat: the Bush/Clinton Global Pax Americana of the Third Way… it’s sort of a motley crew, my advisory staff, I mean… not George and Bill, God knows, they’re sporting all the bells and whistles and an African-American/Islamic connection that is terrifying… We, however, are kind of like the cast-outs of the John Wayne western Rio Bravo.

So, awaken your photographic memories and I’ll describe the "portrait."

The eventual President of the United States in 2012 (yours truly) is seated in a trusty old trailer camp armchair reject. On the arm of my chair sits "Juliebaby," that corner of me that went on stage in New York in 1974 as a flaming, semi-SoHo, record-selling "faggot" and won a Tony Award. Juliebaby is always the first up in the morning to chatter away, fix the coffee, fill me in on the news from "space" – yes, it’s a kind of spiritual Cape Canaveral around here.

Standing next to him is Boogie Jeff, the great-great-grandson of Sally Hemmings and Thomas Jefferson. If anyone is the quintessential American male, it’s Boogie Jeff.

To my right, seated on a low settee is the ghost of Brando. He lives in the basement of this questionable mansion of mine, sleeps away most of the day and arises to advise and sing a song with me during my jazz trio appearances in Vancouver. Brando has never been happier since passing on.

Standing behind us is George Washington. I’m reading all about him in the brief but densely packed biography by Joseph J. Ellis. He is indeed the tall (6’2") giant of warring American manhood, outfitted in full Virginia Regimental uniform, the well-known man of few words at the First Convention in Philadelphia, but the only possible choice for General of the Continental Army. Washington’s personal experiences with the supposedly infallible British military for whom he’d volunteered his services to fight the French and Indians in the Ohio Country made him a former insider who watched the flamingly red-uniformed men of King George lose repeatedly to the Indians and even to the French. Washington’s blood-soaked admiration for the First Nations and their own fighting genius seemed, as Ellis points out repeatedly, a destiny so marked with the birth of a new nation and the cornerstone of American manhood itself.

Before me, sitting on the floor in boyish enthusiasm are Winston Churchill and Friedrich Nietzsche, two of the greatest hypocrite-hunters the world has ever known. Their childlike quality reflects the undeniable genius of all children to smell out bullies and phonies instantly.

There we are, in all our questionable optimism.

Under my presidency, there will be a Constitutional Amendment ordering the Supreme Court to live up to the Declaration of Independence and overturn Roe v. Wade which says that all people are "gestated equal" and not "created equal."

I think it will be the equivalent of the Emancipation Proclamation, a turning point that eventually stopped most institutionalized slavery worldwide. Yes, indeed, once Roe v. Wade is pulled out from under the Clinton/Bush Global Empire, the entire thing begins to fall apart rapidly. Whole industries based on overlooking, neglecting, looking the other way or footdragging, have been employed by American Liberal Careerists to dismiss the blazingly advertised Ongoing Final Solution to the Population Problem. Overturning Roe v. Wade will eventually end the humanicide of Man’s Greatest Abomination – unfettered Abortion, or as it is euphemistically called: "a woman’s right to choose."

I’m very proud of today’s photo. Yes, we’re not all that imposing a body of revolutionaries but, since it’s actually a counter-revolution, we’ve been through this territory before and survived more than once.

We’re still floating. Albeit a barge right now with the prow of our Declaration of Independence cut off. However, gentlemen of the Clinton/Bush Global Empire, you will not drag America into the United Nations port to be fitted next to Canada as a doormat colony to French/German/English Socialist Designs. This will not happen!