Humanist Myopia: Blaming Bush

In an opening scene of David Lynch's 1986 perverse but relevant film Blue Velvet, a man is watering his front lawn on what appears to be a halcyon suburban day in the American town of Lumberton.  It's a carefree scene that follows a montage of similarly placid images. A white picket fence guards a bed of red roses framed by blue sky.  A crossing guard raising a stop sign waives schoolchildren safely through a neighborhood intersection.  A fireman smiles and waves from the sideboard of his old fashioned fire truck.  These scenes imagine an America lost, a tranquilized America where picket fences, crossing guards and firemen guarantee all the protection one requires to meet life's perils. But the ersatz tranquility conceals a hidden horror. The garden hose catches in a bramble just as the man is seized with a stroke.  Falling to the ground, the camera joins him, then burrows into the grass endoscopically probing the lawn's dark jungle.  It settles on a nest...(Read Full Article)