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