Why Does This Man Go Crazy Every Time He Sees A Black Man?

Insane sects grow with the same rhythm as big organizations.
It is the rhythm of total destruction. —Theodor Adorno

Eschewing his usual monkey-face, President G.W. Bush instead chose to beat like a wild man on this poor Tanzanian’s drum. He also acted like a victim of St. Vitus’s dance as he jerked his way around a crowd of well coordinated black performers demonstrating their culture’s ceremonial choreography.

“This reminds me of my happy days in kindergarten,” said a wistful Dubya. “Only they wouldn't ever let me play the drum. I always got stuck with the rhythm sticks or the triangle.”