07/03/2009

My solution for everything

Getting back to basics,
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Even a broken clock is right twice a day, so they say, but it's not true unless the clock has stopped. If the clock is running irradically it may never display the correct time. Taking the clock analogy to the extreme; maybe we should just stop, wait for everything to go back into synch and then start again, call it a national reboot.
 
Stop the stupid partisan brawls, stop the stupid wars, stop the stupid shit being done in our name, here, there and everywhere. All workers should go home. All production should stop, The government should set up food distribution centers and shut down all gas stations so people have to walk to eat.
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 It'd be kind of like the day the Earth Stood Still (not the remake) only instead of some alien intelligence strutting their stuff it would be us, the residents of planet Earth. Hospitals would only be open to care for true emergencies and to care for the very, sick.
 
THEN, after a few weeks of nothing much, and no one, not one person in the US would be exempt, not politicians, not the rich, not the disabled, we could all sit back and decide what our priorities are. The Internet would be switched back on for voting purposes:
Do you want to resume the war?
Do you want one payer, government run health care?
Do you want charges brought against the Bush administration for war crimes?
Do you want card check?
Do you want to nationalize the banks?
The automobile industry?
Do you want more or less regulations for:
The Credit Card industry?
The Stock Exchange?
Industries that pollute?
Do you want term Limits for politicians?
Should murdering lobbyists be made legal?
Should the government stop recognizing businesses as persons? 
After a couple weeks of getting back to basics in our minds and bodies maybe we'd think clear again. Call it a National Fast for the Betterment of Man. Oh, and:
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Do you want to bring back the stockades as a form of public humiliation for the greedy bastards that have fucked up the system?
 
Tomato sales would go through the roof.   Gene

06/30/2009

It's not funny

Where's the comic relief?
 
At least with Bush we had a few laughs. He was sitcom dad, a fumbler and a bumbler. His limitless self confidence was matched one for one by his limitless incompetence. He spoke in oxymorons. And yet, at the same time, he was cunning and ruthless. He was truly a dangerous man, but, like I said, good for a few laughs.
 
Now, who dares laugh at Obama? That would be downright irreverent. He's so sincere, so smart, so able to disarm all comers with his charm and squeaky clean visions of America. His toenails are charismatic.
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The debate rages whether it's all show and no go, if he's really another hawk in sheep's clothing but one thing is clear, aside from his magnificently timed remarks to the press, he's not funny. How do you parody a saint? Besides, he's intentionally self deprecating in order to deny the rest of us the pleasure.
 
I long for the fumbler. I loved laughing at Bush and his silly lies, but in his confused, maladjusted way he showed us something about ourselves that we'd rather not know, something dark and ominous.
 
Pre-Bush politicians were leery about being caught in a lie especially if what they said today contradicted what they said yesterday. With hundreds of videos of their various positions and statements you would think a politician wouldn't utter a sentence without having his staff find a heretofore unrecorded position, but Bush, in his idiotic savantness, cut the Gordian knot with the past and bithely said things that contradicted other things he said and guess what? The public didn't give a shit.  
 
Not only didn't the public not care but Bush's impervious behavior gave the republicans a position of fatal, righteous indignation to work from; attacking the President was wrong no matter what. They ask us to believe the government's chief executive while at the same time to eschew government and all it stood for, with one caveat, the power to wage war, which they then turned into limitless power.
 
How will Obama keep the war machine trucking? His simple sincerity has become a foible against which the war lie has become untenable. But, he's already shown his hand, the same old hand, the same old canard; national security. It's not funny either but it's the lie that keeps giving and giving ...   Gene

06/28/2009

Drumming up a little business, New Jersey style

These are lawyer solicitations that I received from New Jersey law firms over a parking ticket. Some they sent twice and one isn't shown for lack of space. Not one mentioned what the violation was except in code terms. Did I kill someone? Did I forget that fatal head on collision the last time I drove in New Jersey? Nope, none of the above. It's a parking ticket, that, at best, was questionable in the first place.   Gene

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Another sparkling day in that Reaganesque "Shining City on a Hill"

Today was a wonderful day, don't fuck it by reading my blog and leaving little comments like, "How delightful," or "You're a genius, Gene. " OK?

Like I said it was a marvelous day. Chase bank more that doubled my minimum payment, the minimum payment is all they'll take when you sign up for direct checking account withdrawal, contravening our agreement for a 3.99 interest rate for the life of the loan. I know that in another section it says they can change anything that they want whenever they want but how can they have contradictory lending terms in one agreement in the first place? 

I thought that there might be some negotiating room, congress getting tough with them and all that happy horse shit, but, boy, was I wrong. Not only were they unwilling to negotiate, they were arrogant snots. So, as usual with all good telephone representatives, they gave me the boot when I started sputtering in my unmistakable turret syndrome dialect.
I called back several times to talk to their resolution department again, but couldn't get  through, black listed again! If you think Houdini was a master of misdirection, these guys make Houdini look like a Gong Show reject.
 
I've decided to use the piggy bank option that everyone has criticized Johm Q. Public for using; my home equity. I called my lender ... ha ha ha ... my lender ... it even sounds ridiculous, but, in a few days I'll be flush with cash. I'll rub it in their noses and say, "Here's that stupid money you wanted, assholes, and there's a lot more where that came from!"      Gene

06/25/2009

*Monsters from the Id

The hard life of a politician,  

 Jesus, Mary and Joseph, is everyone having an affair? Personally, when my wife told me we should hire **The Maids, I said, "If I can fuck them." She said, "OK.," but, my own potential infidelities notwithstanding, right now,  republicans are all the rage in adultery circles. John Ensign, Republican Senator from Nevada, and Mark Sanford, Republican Governor of South Carolina, are just the latest big name philanderers to have their dicks slammed in the door. Who can forget half man, half penis, Bill Clinton? Elliot Spitzer, aka George Fox, aka "Client-9" decided to boink, bone and otherwise bump uglies with a 22 year old hooker, you go, Ex-Gov.
 
The recent spate of infidelities begs the fake question, which party is the most prone to stray, or conversely, which party is the most monogamous? It's a question that can be asked but not answered. Human nature only answers to itself, otherwise why do we destroy ourselves with smoking, drinking or any of a host of vises that deliver us to ill repute or, prematurely, to illness and even death?
 
Although a relative few have ever died directly from an affair, HIV and other STDs notwithstanding, a moral death is surely at work here. What came first the moral decay or the affair leading to it? The chip, chip, chipping away at our moral foundations is in no way due solely to infidelity, greed or any of a thousand other psychological ills, they all contribute in their measure but infidelity, because of its sexual nature grabs our attention and imagination most lustfully.
 
In the world today,  politicians are in the unique position to stray far more so that you or me. They have money, they have an ever ready excuse to be away for prolonged periods, hiking the Appalachian Trail not being one of them, and they meet woman regularly. A good dose of eye contact, a pandering conversation and you're as good as fucked in their world. How I envy them.
 
However, the downsides of an affair are so numerous and onerous that one would have to be a little insane to indulge considering what's at stake, also, diverting energy away from the people's work is in itself a heinous abuse of power regardless that it culminates in ejaculation. It makes hypocrites of the few and fools of the many. Short of a moratorium on fucking ... what to do, what to do?
 
Maybe having politicians castrated immediately after taking their oath would work. A secondary benefit to that solution would be that only the ones who truly want to serve and have the balls to lose their balls would make it to office and not some masturbatory, drooling, can't keep it in his pants, voluptuarie. They did it for opera and gave birth to the ***Castrato, why shouldn't we have eunuch politicians and forever free ourselves from scandals of that sort?
 
Oh, wait I forgot, politicians don't have any balls.    Gene
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*From Forbidden Planet - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: Just before his death, [Morbius] manages to tell Adams [Commander John J. Adams] that the underground installation [of the Krell] was created to materialize any thought that Krell desired to manifest, adding that they had forgotten, Monsters from the Id, manifestations of the unconscious mind.
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06/24/2009

Bathroom Art

Thank to Bernie who sends me all kinds of junk,

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06/23/2009

The other shoe is always dropping

Hey, you ancient civilizations, BE LIKE US!

If I were to start blogging now instead of 4 years ago, I'd name my blog; The other shoe is always dropping. Things are never so bad that they can't get worse i.e., what's going on in the country we gutted? You'd think that the bad people in Iraq would all be dead and the country would be enjoying the morbid peace of the grave. Not so. 100 people have been killed in the last 3 days. Juan Cole writes in his blog today:

Bombings and other violence left 30 dead in Iraq on Monday, and the three-day death toll is 100. Monday's strikes included a bombing of a mini-bus with students aboard in Shiite Sadr City.

In my own view,the Shiites won the battle for Baghdad and largely ethnically cleansed the city of Sunni Arabs, who I suspect are now only 10-15% of the capital's population. So this sort of terrorism is now more revenge than anything else, and it is hard to see what political change it could effect. It is just a way of keeping the pot boiling and challenging the ensconcing of the Shiite-dominated al-Maliki government
 
The real danger ahead is Arab-Kurdish conflict in the north. In that regard, the building constitutional crisis between the Kurdistan Regional Government and the al-Maliki government in Baghdad over oil contracts is very bad news.
 
Besides the two big caldrons, Iraq and Iran, there are pots waiting to boil over all over the world. Has our military ever brought peace or Democracy? Our own Democracy is suspect, as are our elections. Our cloak of righteousness, decorated with flags and crosses, is tattered and torn, beneath, a diseased, leprous body points its bony finger and wails, "Be like us, join the zombie brigade that we may feast on your hearts and souls."
 
The drumbeat for some amorphous solution goes on and one thing is certain, it contains bombs and bullets.   Gene

06/21/2009

The irresistible appeal of force

America, your cheatin heart will tell on you,
 
Hip Hip Hooray, we married our fate to a black man. Disregard the fact that he's a secretive, lying, warmonger, HE'S BLACK!
 
OK, he's not black, black, he's a gorgeous brown with a devil-may-care derring-do, a great family, and he's America's prototypical quantum leap into the unknown.
 
So far he's hasn't shown us much, oh, he's inspirational as all get-up but in truth he's Bush minor with elegance and charm, a real lady killer. In fact he's a man and baby killer too, just like the last guy. As long as Afghanistan and Pakistan are one third of the way around the globe, here in the US, that's considered too far away to care and, it seems, the news and information that does filter back to us, is tainted by what we'd like to believe rather than the unvarnished truth.
 
But, shit, it's all worked well in the past. Dictators and murderers are our friends as long as we get our cut. Domestically, who can forget J. Edgar Hoover, Richard Nixon, Reagan or Bush senior? The scoundrels never quit, they morph into whatever it is that they have to to survive. Except, that is for the "True Believers".  Like Hamlet, they could be bounded in a nutshell, and count themselves kings of infinite space, but unlike Hamlet, we're the ones who get the bad dreams.
 
So, on the superficial color scale, we're doing great. Soon they'll be a Latino woman on the Supreme Court, are we enlightened or what? But somehow not a lot is changing. Or to put in succinctly and in platitude form, "The more things change the more they stay the same."
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Congress still chops up the proposed legilation as per their campaign contributors wishes and even with a democratic majority in congress, a democratic President, a whole bunch of outraged senators and congressmen, the American people still can't get a break and the innocents, who's fate it is to be born in the wrong country, die or become persona non grata in refugee camps, starving and devoid of hope. 
 
Looking on the dark side once again,  Gene 
 
P.S. If you think I'm being unfair to Obama, read what Alexander Cockburn has to say: Barack Obama: From anti-war law professor to warmonger in 100 days | Opinion | The First Post
 

06/20/2009

A scutching we will go ...

Amusement park Earth,
 
It, you know, the cosmic "It" has been doing a combination of thunder storms with and without rain for the last several days. Luckily, I had the grass cut before it started but a new Aryan super weed has taken root everywhere. It's thorny and ugly except to other green growing things who view it as a sign of the vegetable world's apocalypse.
 
As a result of the saturated soil in the yard hosting a bacterial feast and because I've kept the windows open, except when the rain blows horizontally, the inside of the house smells like an old sweat sock. There's also some smelly business going on in the basement. I think a dead mouse may be the culprit. With a battery of cats stationed on the perimeter, I cant see how a mouse made it through. Maybe he killed himself rather than go back out.
 
Today was to be my union picnic. Unlike other unions that invite their members free of charge, my frugal union leaders have given the members a discount to the beautiful Idlewild  water park / amusement park / overpriced food park nestled in verdant Ligonier, a virtual white man's land of history, golf, recreation and of course the fabulous *Flax Scutching Festival.
 
SInce they, you know, the cosmic "They" are predicting more thunderstorms and my wife is recovering from a mystery illness, we've decided to stay home. As the noted philosopher, Dorothy once said, "Oh Auntie Em, there's no place like home." May I add; that is, unless it's a place better than home.
 
The wind, the rain, the lightning and the thunder have all conspired to replenish the Earth. And, if there is a God, he's indifferent to the plight of man during the replenishment of his fine planet. Either that or there is no God, only an ancient order that started out of nothing and continues according to laws that we have yet to unravel. So take a trip on planet Earth, you may be scared, soaked, horrified or glorified, past performance is no guarantee of future results, void where prohibited.
 

06/19/2009

R. Crumb's Short History Of America

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06/18/2009

A mind is a terrible thing to waste

Things circulating in my head. In no particular order: 
 
I need a back up generator, the lights went out for 4 or 5 hours last night after a lightning strike. The lights go off a lot here.
 
I can't seem to stay off of ebay, it draws me in and before I can stop myself I'm bidding on another tool.
 
I am constantly thinking about money. It seems our family has a bad money gene, I have committed to help my kids again.
 
The oil in my car needs changed.
 
In a few days I'll receive a final statement from the New Jersey court telling me how much I own them.
 
I have to appeal another medical bill.
 
I have to help my daughter fill out her divorce papers.
 
I have to  finalizing my affairs, another transplant is looming on the horizon.
 
The pool liner shrunk from sitting empty in the hot sun.
 
I need to cut a huge tree down before it falls on the deck and pool.
 
Why can't I blog anymore? I have no desire and it seems all I do is complain.
 
One of our cats is pregnant.
 
There's water coming in the corner of the basement, the floor is damp.
 
Thank god for the things that haven't broke down.
 
I need to do an amended tax return for the last 4 years. I might have some money coming to me.
 
The water heater's at least 10 years old, it has to break soon.
 
Why can't I understand what's going on in the world?
 
The house seems "dirty".
 
When am I ever going to feel like doing the things I need to do around here?
 
Have all the basic natural laws been discovered?
 
I can't remember why falling objects fall at the same speed or how Michelson measured the speed of light. I know it had something to do with a revolving mirror.
 
The bills for next month are already rolling in.
 
The Housewives of New Jersey are the most superficial, self absorbed women I've ever seen. Does having money make you that way?
 
Why do I love "junk" so much?
 

06/16/2009

David after the dentist

06/14/2009

Segregation, integration and disintegration

We've come a long way baby?

Culturally, in my lifetime, the imaginary American dream life has gone from Leave it to Beaver suburban bliss to inner city criminally inspired rap with a misogynistic flavor and an anti-super hero taste.

Guns Are US could should be our mantra. What is a gun beside a killing device? It's instant respect, It's an advantage, it is power for the otherwise powerless. It's the one single thing that you can hold in your hand that has the capacity to forever change things in limitless ways. Is it any wonder that the least empowered should want guns?

One of the major differences between my childhood and now is how we controlled minorities and kept them in housing developments or very impoverished sections of Pittsburgh. That hasn't changed a lot and even though, today, blacks can be found in posh neighborhoods everywhere, we still hit the Apocalypse Now button when a black kid steps out of line or, heaven forbid, brings a gun to school.

So why, today, do white youth emulate all things black? For whatever reasons; fear, hate, peer pressure, black society is still the archetypical underclass society, they make less money, have less opportunities and end up in jail more often than any other race. The white kids who suspect that society doesn't feel any compunction to give them an even break, gravitate to the bottom and the bottom is truly that big tent area that others love to describe as theirs. Irrespective of gang wars, drug wars for dominance and rapper wars, the bottom feeders are forever tied together by the world that they have created and it's dark appeal.

How, in God's name, can we reorder society and bring sanity to the planet? We can't.  Gene

06/13/2009

Im-prick-atory prayer

From: Imprecatory Prayer

Imprecatory prayer is a last resort appeal to God for justice. The so called 'curses' are simply the just penalty called for in the scriptures for the alleged crime. Imprecatory prayer is an appeal to the court of divine justice (1) for protection and (2) the appropriate punishment for the criminals. 

Today, we find ourselves thrust into a Christian house of mirrors where moral absolutism reigns and any answer that requires compromise, deductive reasoning or Christlike love is displaced by malevolent pastors praying for people to die.

Text from: Pastor Drake Prays For Obama's Death. I'm not kidding you | Crooks and Liars, slightly altered for clarity. Video from: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVMgfDDTQcw

Wiley Drake, a former Southern Baptist Convention officer who on June 2 called the death of abortion provider George Tiller an answer to prayer said later in the day he is also praying "imprecatory prayer" against President Obama.

Pastor of First Southern Baptist Church in Buena Park, Calif., and former running mate of American Independent Party presidential candidate Alan Keyes, said June 2 on Fox News Radio he didn't understand why people were upset with his comments quoted by Associated Baptist Press from a webcast of his daily radio talk show.

Drake said he didn't pray for Tiller to be murdered -- only that God would take his life by some method -- but that he "absolutely" believed that God wanted the doctor dead.

 

06/11/2009

More on cat juicing

I have my compassion questioned over cat juicing,
 
Not one person that I've mentioned my cat shock apparatus to has approved of it. My middle daughter was aghast. My wife is aghast, I'll bet you're aghast too, maybe I should have gassed them instead.
 
I still think it's a good idea. One thing animals, including the human animal, remember is pain. We adjust our behavior to avoid it. I don't think a stern father with a belt who's cruel and sadistic even analogises cat juicing. The father is doling out punishment. I am redefining cat territory.
 
Europeans have redefined territory down through history, largely through mass extermination, in this country think: Native Indians, Mexicans and Hawaiians. Manifest Destiny and the Monroe Doctrine sealed the deal for the US and we were on our way to becoming an imperialist nation. The cats are getting off easy; one millisecond of a tiny electric shock. It almost sounds like fun compared to *"The Trail of Tears."
 
By the way what I'm doing is playing on the cat's fear and isn't that fair game these days?     Gene
 
*In 1838, the Cherokee Nation was removed from their lands in the Southeastern United States to the Indian Territory (present day Oklahoma) in the Western United States, which resulted in the deaths of approximately 4,000 Cherokees ...
 
... President Martin Van Buren [who] allowed Georgia, Tennessee, North Carolina, and Alabama an armed force of 7,000 made up of militia, regular army, and volunteers under General Winfield Scott to round up about 13,000 Cherokees into concentration camps at the U.S. Indian Agency near Cleveland, Tennessee before being sent to the West ...
 
... In the winter of 1838 the Cheroke began the thousand mile march with scant clothing and most on foot without shoes or moccasins ...

06/10/2009

Cats: a shocking perspective

Feline felicity interruptus,
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Years ago when my first grandson was born we had planned a trip to the outer banks. We had paid for the condo in advance and were taking the whole family. That would have been 7 people including us. We've been there before and love it. Our youngest threw a wrench into the works by getting pregnant and being due on the same date as our trip. As a result everyone went except me, my wife and daughter.
 
Our other kids and my son's girl friend were grateful to get the chance to go, and as a gesture of empathy, they bought us a very nice porch swing from Nag's Head Hammocks. It has a wooden frame with a canvas back and seat, there's a built in pillow for your head and it's like heaven to sit in.
 
With the advent of several stay kittens worming their way into our lives, the cats that they've become have claimed the porch swing. I'm not disinclined to share but cats are filthy animals. To all that happy talk about cats cleaning themselves and being "clean animals" I ask, "Then why the hell do they stink?"
 
As a result, the porch swing is routinely taken off the frame, beaten with a racket, washed and hung in the sun to free it of cat dander, hair and whatever microbial life cats leave in their wake. It's getting tiresome; they just climb aboard again and the cycle repeats.
 
I ask myself, "What good is being a retired electrician if you can't electrocute a few cats?" And so, I hooked up a 5000 volt transformed with a variable power supply (just to be kind and give them less than the max) to a wide metal screen and strategically placed it on the porch swing. I figure once, or twice if they're really stubborn, or really stupid cats, they feel thousands of microscopic pins and needles shooting through their little cat bodies they'll react in pavlovian sympathy with dogs and record the porch swing experience as being bad Juju. They can then shed their filth elsewhere.
 
To my amazement and wonder, I twice saw cats laying on the porch swing and not being drilled with electricity. In their adroitness, they had managed to avoid the metal screen by an inch or so. Undaunted, I jacked up the voltage, damn cats, let them taste the 5000 volts after all. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
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06/07/2009

I abandon my subsequent offense

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If I have any readers left, I have a funny story to tell. Well, OK, it's not that funny but it's indicative of the state of things.
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When dealing with the police and it seems, across the board, you are subsequently made to feel: stupid, inadequate, and wanting on all fronts. This eventually induces fight or flight hormones and you end up fighting, within limits, with an otherwise perfectly reasonable, loving person, or at least I hope they are.
 
The police not withstanding, the whole incident that I refer to revolves around my daughter's car accident. It seems that a summons to appear in court was sent to me by certified mail and was being held at the post office for pick-up. I won't rehash the details of the accident but enough to say that my daughter lives in New Jersey, no other cars were involved and the car is registered in my name.
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The same day the certified mail notice arrived, and at the time I had no inkling of what was waiting for me at the post office, I received three solicitations from law firms in NJ willing, nay, eager to represent me in court. I put two and two together and deduced that their was a summons of some kind waiting for me.
 
The lawyer's solicitations contained enough information to make my stomach churn but not enough to clarify what exactly they wanted to represent me for. How's this for mumbo jumbo:
Violation:      39:56.5
Description:  Abandonment Of My Subsequent Offense (Public Hwy) 
Didn't I just use the word subsequent? Must be frustrated bloggers writing for the courts these days. I couldn't pick up the certified notice until the next day so I made some calls. First I called the police department in Elizabeth, New Jersey.
Gene's axiom : No matter how much information you have armed yourself with, the authoritative party will always require information that you don't have.
I ask the woman at the police station why she was being so snotty, note: I wanted to use a word that was demeaning and at the same time made reference to her unpleasant inability to wipe her nose. She didn't hang up which I thought was gutsy on her part, I made note of it. I tried to follow what she was saying but she was restricted in her ability to communicate by lack of practice, or trying, or by nature of working for the police which would be enough to knock the humanity out of anyone. She kept saying I needed a release number or some equivalent hokum.
 
I called around some more and managed to get someone, it might have been the court, or they might have been closed, I can't remember in the rash of dates, numbers and people with attitudes, who gave me a release number. In the interim I called one of the law firms and they said for $250.00 they'd go to court in my stead. So I'd pay them $250.00 and they may or may not have whatever was facing me down overturned otherwise I'd have to pay the possible fines, court costs and the lawyer. It sounded like a bad deal.
 
I called the police back with the release number and it turns out it was much ado about nothing or next to nothing; parking violations. I was relieved but they still have a court date set and require my attendance in New Jersey on the 17th, My daughter will call the courts on Monday and see if other arrangements can be made. Meanwhile she's been sick to her stomach, can't sleep worrying about all this bullshit and really, besides having an accident no one's done anything wrong. Are you as a citizen supposed to know that when you get your car towed after a serious accident that you should put it in some intermediate garage and not park it near your house while you make arrangements to have it towed to the junkyard?
 
The next day I received three more solicitations from law firms in the mail.   Gene
 

06/03/2009

The Dick and Liz show

What is Dick Cheney but a wailing, flailing windmill of deceit and dishonesty? He's been everywhere asserting justifications and pointing fingers. The CIA was bad now it's good, George Tenent was right now he's wrong, Saddam was involved in 9-11 and now, well, watch the King of Delusion finally admit there wasn't any connection between the two after all:

For a total rebuff of Cheney's stance on torture and dissection of the facts, McClatchy has an excellent article complete with dates, and quotes: Cheney's speech ignored some inconvenient truths | McClatchy       Gene

06/02/2009

As American as Apple Pie Chart

I have a political / national economics hangover. I just saw a pie chart that totals the outstanding debt that this nation owes and breaks it down into what each household owes. Ready for this? You might want to sit down and bite on a leather strap:
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For a more viewable pie chart: Your Share of the Debt,

In case the graphics are fuzzy, that's $546,688 that each household would have to pay in order for our government to pay its debts. Off the top of my head I'd guess that the average family doesn't have over 1/2 million laying around or tucked away in the cookie jar, so what does this mean? What happens when we can't pay our other debts? Our processions are reprocessed, our services are cut off, eventually we're on the street looking for a heating grate to sleep on. 

Does anyone have a plan to address this? I haven't heard of one. Local economies nation wide would have go boom town on steroids in order to raise the enough capital to tax our way out of this and I haven't seen boom town indicators, have you? What's the answer? For Americans to live impoverished from here on out, a weight tied around our necks?

On the plus side we haven't had napalm rain down on us, or white phosphorus, or drones dropping bombs willy nilly, we haven't been made refugees trudging to Canada or Mexico with only the clothes on our backs, so we're better off than the people we punish for living in countries that we have a squabble with. 

On the above pie chart if you take away Social Security and Medicare you reduce the average household debt by four fifths to $102,273, a significant number and in a less greedy world it could be accomplished but we'd have to have a national plan to raise wages to a realistic level, enough to live and save. Second we'd have some form of national health care that excludes insurance companies. Take the damn profit motive out of health care. But we won't do either of those things. Single payer (government run) health care is off the table in the current debate and raising wages? Don't hold your breath.

My conclusion is; the ones in any position to really do something for the country and the American people, as if that's not the same thing, have pushed the responsibility off on the government and now we're bust and they're bailed out again and again. I see the pie chart on the wall and it isn't pretty.    Gene

05/31/2009

A body in revolt

The synchronicity of complicity,
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It's the last day of the month and I owe you a few blogs, this one will have to do. I haven't been myself, my back and knee are out of commission and I haven't been able to do much. Hence, I've turned into a sleepy old coot with neither drive nor much to say.
 
I watch and read revelation upon revelation that the powers that were, were corrupt beyond anything we've seen as a country. I'm reading a book about our uninformed, ignorant populace, Just how stupid are we? The answer, according to the author which I hardily subscribe to is, pretty stupid.
 
The micro and macrocosms are out of whack. We've entered a no-man's land not of monumental import but of petty squabbling and easily bruised egos, ridiculous behavior for grown men to participate in. I say men because women have managed to remain largely inconsequential. Men fear them along with minorities or anything that doesn't pass the white man's sniff test and so tokenism still flourishes.
 
The advent of  Rush Limbaugh has changed many things, people are less afraid to be called on their racism or prejudice. Thank God their are still consequences for the one's who go too far. The concept of free speech has been turned inside out and has become free hate speech. Sonia Sotomayor is the latest prime example. she said:
“I would hope that a wise Latina woman with the richness of her experiences would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasn’t lived that life,”
This, of course, was considered blasphemy by the right and in quoting her they leave out the part were she says, she hopes. She didn't assert her superiority to the white male of the species, she merely stated that she hopes her experiences would guide her. I infer that she means her experience at being passed over or relegated to a secondary status because of her sex and race. For my money, the only ones who could take issue with that are the ones that are deep in denial over matters of discrimination.
 
But, I have my own problems. I have work piling up, things that need immediate attention and a body in revolt. Revolution is in the air, alas, it's not the revolution we bargained for, it's a revolution against progress and our national well being.    Gene

05/27/2009

Lawyer? You don't need no stinkin lawyer!

Obama displays more Bush-like tendencies,

From today's Washington Post Justices Reverse a Rule On Police Questioning - washingtonpost.com:

The Supreme Court overturned a long-standing ruling yesterday that barred police from initiating questions unless a suspect's lawyer was present, a move that will make it easier for prosecutors to interrogate suspects ...

The Michigan v. Jackson [1986]  opinion was written by Justice John Paul Stevens, the only current justice who was on the court at the time. He and Justices David H. Souter, Stephen G. Breyer and Ruth Bader Ginsburg dissented from yesterday's ruling, and Stevens read his dissent aloud from the bench. It was the first time this term that a justice had read a dissent aloud.

"The police interrogation in this case clearly violated petitioner's Sixth Amendment right to counsel," Stevens said in the dissent. Overruling Jackson, he said, "can only diminish the public's confidence in the reliability and fairness of our system of justice."

The Obama administration [my bold typeface] had asked the court to overturn Michigan v. Jackson, disappointing civil rights and civil liberties groups.

The Justice Department, in a brief signed by Solicitor General Elena Kagan, said the 1986 decision "serves no real purpose" and offered only "meager benefits." The government said that suspects who don't wish to talk to police don't have to and that officers must respect that decision. But it said there is no reason that a suspect who wants to should not be able to respond to officers' questions.

Obama, what do you have up your sleeve? Is this part of the "Tough choices ahead" that you foresaw back in April? Wasn't that about the economy? You also mentioned "difficult and unpopular choices" but that was supposed to be economic too. Are you sandbagging us? Just in case you forgot, the Sixth Amendment says:

In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defence.

The assistance of counsel for his (or her) defence? If I'm being barraged by questions from the (usually hostile) police, or worse, the FBI, or worse still, the CIA, I WANT A FUCKING LAWYER PRESENT. I don't trust cops in small rooms or on large streets. If there's a conflict and the cops get involved they make the assumption that you're guilty and leave it to you to prove that you're not. Can't raise a few hundred for bail? Sit in jail for 6 months or so and wait for your trial. A foreign national from a Muslim country accused in a bogus terrorist plot? You're fucked.

We need our civil liberties strengthened not eroded. If, as George W. Bush was so fond of saying, "They hate us for our freedom" why are we relinquishing it? Isn't that what, in Bush's simplistic ideology, separates us from them?   Gene

Tell me why

05/25/2009

Memorial Day

I firmly subscribe to the theory, I think put forth by Henry David Thoreau, that all that's necessary to stop war is for young men to refuse to participate in it, but nonetheless, participate they do. We honour that participation for any number of reasons, mostly, it seems to me, out of a skewered sense of patriotism foisted by peer pressure and or, a familial sense of tradition.
 
There's nothing noble about being blown to bits or riddled with bullets. There no nobility lying in the Vet's hospital with burns over 90% of your body. I don't care how many previous family members served. How many of them would come back from the grave and plead not to die like they did, to turn tail and save yourself, raise a family and try to be happy?
 
The Mongol hordes will always be at the gate. We lost our minds after 9-11, we lashed out and continue to lash out. Post-Operation Iraq Freedom, can our politicians be trusted about war and its necessity ever again? There's been a great deference shown to the military lately, General Petraeus has become a demigod. Are we ceding judgement to the ones who traditionally kill people and blow things up?
 
Now, we are fighting our wars exactly the way we fear that our enemies may someday fight theirs; from far away, with satellite positioning and unmanned drones. Do we think the world isn't capable of the same thing some day?
 
Being a soldier today isn't noble, relinquishing free will can never be. Instead of remembering and honoring the dead we should honor the living and seek peace with the world with the same enthusiasm that we, so far, have reserved only for war.     Gene
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P.S. This morning, Tuesday, I found this article by Cindy Sheehan: Day Of The Dead: Information Clearing House - ICH She doesn't mince her words either. 

05/22/2009

Another attempted chip at the right wing talking machine

My email to conservative talk show host and torture enthusiast Fred Honesberger,
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Dear wonderful, terrific, Christian Fred,
 
Since you love to bitch about how the government wastes our money here's something that makes all your other complaints pale by comparison: COSTOFWAR.COM - The Cost of War If you click on the drop down menu for PA and Allegheny County, the total cost of our two wars for Allegheny County since 2001 is $3,269,437,150.
 
Oh, and your contention that we don't torture because water boarding isn't torture has been blown out of the water again:
Here's an old story from last year. I'm sure you'll enjoy it:

*The U.S. has imprisoned 2,500 children since 9/11 as "enemy combatants", in violation of the Geneva Convention against classifying children as POWs.

Still not disgusted?

Okay . . . Pulitzer-prize winning reporter Seymour Hersh says that the U.S. Government has videotapes of boys being raped at Abu Ghraib prison (and see this; see also this - General Taguba discusses the sexual humiliation of a father with his son - this and this).

This doesn't come as a complete surprise, given that assistant deputy Attorney General John Yoo has publicly argued that the president can order the torture of a child of a suspect in custody – including by crushing that child’s testicles.

Congratulations, America. This is being done in your name.

If you're not sick to your stomach by learning that your government has been killing and torturing people - including children - then you are a psychopath or a pervert.

Don't try to tell me that torture is a necessary evil. It is well-known by professional interrogators that torture doesn't work. Experts on interrogation say that torture actually interferes with the ability to gather useful information.

Update: An investigation by the Salt Lake Tribune shows that torture in Iraq's locally-run juvenile prisons is also terrible.

How long are you going to continue to enthusiastically support these travesties? YOU have a particular obligation to speak out against this, YOU have been given a format, or "earned " one as you would probably say and yet, you continue to turn a blind eye to the suffering of people that may or may not have committed a crime but we'll never know because they have never been tried have they?  

The simplistic "Dick Cheney" bullshit that you subscribe to is ridiculous in light of the suffering that it has caused in comparison with the results. If we're safer post torture then why is it necessary for your daily fear mongering diatribes? Shouldn't we be breathing a sigh of relief because now, we're the bad asses on the block and everyone is shivering in their boots?
 
*I didn't attribute the source of to this indented part in my email because I didn't want it dismissed as being taken from a blog but it's: Washington's Blog: Congratulations, America ... Children are Being Tortured in Your Name

05/21/2009

That was just a dream, just a dream

 REM - Losing My Religion.mp3

The republicans have won, strangely enough, similar to the way that Al-Qaeda has won, by bollixing the system like a computer virus. Everything is jammed and no one can breath, Obama has changed his position so many times he's become a cheap trick.

On the plus side; we can now have loaded guns in our national parks and although we can't investigate domestic war criminals, we can investigate the speaker of the house for saying that the CIA, whose job it is to lie professionally, lied.
 
The republicans are not only the Kings of doing nothing, but of forever making someone else's something look like it's wrong. They know that if they stall long enough they'll eventually find what they need to derail whatever the opposition party has tried to put on the tracks. Worst of all, they somehow manage to insure that nothing gets done in spite of the will of the majority.  
 
When did we make this sick bargain? And, with whom? Over and over we have allowed the powers behind the politics to regroup and outsmart us. What are the republicans, or the democrats for that matter, but whores going to the highest bidder? Meanwhile, we look aghast at their lavish lifestyles. The smart people play the game, use the system, attend the best schools, get ahead no matter what and because that works for some, the exceptional or priviledged few, it's touted as the way out for the rest of us. Tug those bootstraps you swine.
 
But there is no way out for the rest of us. You can't sell your organs or smoke certain plants. You can't jump into a car like Jack Kerouac and discover a unique and diverse America. You can't escape. Soon the bombs will fall from the sky. And no one will understand why America wasn't prepared or why everyone hates us. Our willful lack of understanding will be the last true reminder of what we were, what we allowed ourselves to become. 
 
Our world didn't have to be "eat or be eaten" but it is.    Gene

Terminator 3: Rise of the Wimps

The detainee (spoken in an Austrian accent): I'll be back!
 
I acknowledge that there was a terrorist attack on our country in 2001, so you can't say that I have a pre-9-11 mentality. I also acknowledge that the ones charged with protecting this country: Bush, Powel, Rumsfeld, Cheney and Rice were warned of a pending terrorist attack and did nothing.
 
The documentation is there, I've referred to various accounts and documents many times in previous blogs, it's in Rice's testimony before the 9-11 commission. So, although the republicans have staked their reputations on supporting a strong military, the military is only as good as it is deployed and intelligence is useless if it is to be selectively planted and cherry picked.
 
Rather than arguing endlessly over every speck of sand on the Ganges, isn't it time to declare ourselves post-paranoia and stop politicizing the closing of Guantanamo? If you think our prisons can't handle the detainees, you've watched too many terminator movies. The only issue of fear that I can see justified over their interment in civilian prisons are sympathetic guards or guards willing to take bribes to pass along information, contraband, etc.
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That's not Al-Qaeda, that's us, Americans on the take. You see, big business, Wall Street, Bernie Madof and politicians of ALL stripes, you've taught us well, anything goes in our capitalistic system, all that matters are money and getting it.
 
While I'm expressing displeasure with our political system, how about a big FUCK YOU to wimp ex-Marine and Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, for, once again, voting against his party and with the republicans. It's called guts Harry and you don't have any.   Gene

05/20/2009

Sunday, Sunday

Breathing a cautious sigh of relief,
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How do I tell this story? I'm still trying to wrap my mind around all its nuances, implications, and of course, the inescapable consequences that come whenever something dramatic happens to us.
 
Sunday night should be antipathetic to chaos or hectic behaviour, it's the night we relax in front of the TV knowing that one week has passed and another is starting, hope is refreshed and there is a certain calmness to our lives. That is, until that phone call, one daughter, then a second, each in a car accident, each one physically OK minus bumps and bruises and each accident with its own frustrating entanglements, legalities, and damages both psychic and financial.
 
We did everything we could to make the bad go away, we nurtured, we consoled and made a last minute trip to New Jersey. We spent money that we didn't have to attain what we shouldn't have needed. The bad is mostly gone. No one got fired, strangely, it seems to me, one of our deepest fears when we unexpectedly have to miss work, even when we get hit by a car. No one is broken so badly that they won't heal on their own without the help of a 10 million pound medical system tied around their necks.
 
The struggle of and for life can go on and we can pray that this hit has evened our odds of having a worse one somewhere down the road.    Gene
 
Here, have some funny pictures courtesy of Bernie:Kuzma 1.jpgKuzma 3.jpgKuzma 4.jpgKuzma 2.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

05/16/2009

As the twig is bent so grows the man

Warning: Wear Protective Clothing,
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Whoohoo ... I cut down the big oak limb that was hanging straight down pointing to the center of the earth like a giant Plumb Bob. If you've never cut down a tree or any of the large limbs of a tree, you're probably under the impression that you get a saw and cut the tree down or cut the limbs up, au, contraire my little yellow friend.
 
Here's what happens: seemingly out of nowhere you are waist deep in jaggy, thorny, prickly tripping hazzards, some face high and each spring loaded. You probably started on uneven terrain to begin with and now you find yourself in a tangle of brambles with no way out. You start to bleed from your eyes and pores, you pray to Jesus for help because you know that he went through something almost as bad and maybe he'll show mercy, but none comes.
 
You remember how you scoffed when you read somewhere to wear long sleeves and protective clothing, the only thing you didn't do so far was cut a main artery with the chainsaw, now, you wish you had.
 
You buck up, you find the intestinal fortitude that all men must find to keep from transforming into the weeping, pathetic babies that they really are. You know that to cut anymore you have to stop and clear the mess, that there is no magic fairy that comes and makes it go away, it's labor and it's hard and that's why people charge money to do it and that's why when they're not justly compensated in accordance with the difficulty and danger of their work it's wrong.
 
But for now, you have a million venomous snakes wrapped around you. In a moment of clarity, your jaw sets, your eyes become steely, you expel the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and find your manhood, there in your own backyard amongst the leaves and bugs, like our ancestors did thousands of years ago, like the frontiersmen did, you know what you must do.
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You are jubilant, you have overcome. You rush into the house wash your face, look into the mirror and say, "Today I am a man!"    Gene
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P.S. If you've never cut down a tree but have overcome other obstacles you may still qualify to be a man.

05/15/2009

If I could sing like one person in the world ... it might be one of these

When I grew up, I knew this song. I don't know how or why, but its message of hope is eternal. Lots of kids today never hear this kind of song. , Since I'm on the subject of inspirational songs sung by dark, handsome men with outrageous sideburns and who both have strong connections to Great Britain, here's another:

05/14/2009

A Communist, a Socialist and a Republican walk into a bar ...

If communists are red, enviromentalists are green and Republicans, generally speaking, are white, what color are socialists?
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It's the "Red Scare" all over again. The first Red Scare took place in the United State during the first World War, from 1917 to 1920, according to Wikipedia:
Historian Levin B. Murray described the First Red Scare as "a nation-wide anti-radical hysteria provoked by a mounting fear and anxiety that a Bolshevik revolution in America was imminent--a revolution that would destroy property, church, home, marriage, civility, and the American way of Life.
From 1947 to 1957 there was a second wave of Communist inspired parinioa, again, Wikipedia:

The Second Red Scare took place in the United States after World War II. It coincided with increased fears of espionage by communists and heightened tension from Soviet expansion in Eastern Europe (beginning in 1946), the Berlin Blockade (1948–1949), the Chinese Civil War (1949), and the Korean War (1950–1953). These fears spurred aggressive investigations and the red-baiting, blacklisting, jailing and deportation of people suspected of following communist or other left-wing ideology.

Wikipedia doesn't mention a third or forth wave of Communism gone wild but during the 60's particularly the late 60's, and not coincidentally, corresponding with another war, Vietnam, war protestors and peace activists were jeered and accused of being Communists sympathizers.

Now, another war and surprise, surprise, we're all communists again, or, more precisely socialists. It's the same demon only with a little PR work.

You'd think, having failed to convince the public that anyone that disagrees with their disastrous policies is a fire breathing, wild eyed Communist, that the hard right would find something else in their tool bag to inflame and entice, I mean, besides waterboarding since it's only reserved for foreign nationals, with a few exceptions, unfortunate enough to find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time or being, in many cases, falsely ratted out for money.

They are one-trick phonies and they know it but as long as there's a vacuum that forms between what they provide as logic, strategy and policy and the truth, they'll fill it with all the fear and red-baiting that money will buy and Rupert Murdock has plenty of that.

Now, like a tenatious but demented badger, to try and resuscitate the flames of the cold, dead ashes of the "Red Threat" we have the Republican National Committee's latest PR stunt: at a special meeting next week they will formally rename the Democratic party as the "Democrat Socialist Party."

In the midst of this absurdity some real humor has surfaced, Frank Llewellyn, the national director of the Democratic Socialists of America, in other words, the head socialist, said,

"... they’re giving socialism a bad name by associating it with the Democrats, who are the second-most capitalist party in the world ...”

So, the only ones who really care enough to be offended are the Socialists. Never having it occur to me that comparing something bad with something worse may offend the ones who are the indirect object, I hereby apologize to assholes, jerks, liars, phonies and badgers for having compared republicans to them time and time again. If I failed to mention your particular affiliation, I apologise.  

Gene, who's very sorry and better red than dead ...

05/13/2009

Infectious capitalism vs a dream of freedom

What would the news look like if it contained the stories and reports that we long to see? 

U.S. to withdrawal completely from Afghanistan and Iraq, agrees to finance rebuilding and provide compensation to victims.

But wait, that's what I want to see. Someone else, someone like Dick Cheney might want something a little different, something like:

U.S. to escalate wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, will increase drone attacks on Pakistan.

My point is obvious, there is no "We" when it comes to what "we" want. Somehow we stopped agreeing on the basics of who we are, what we are and which factions of us we need to best mollify.

This, of course, in no way makes us unique, what makes us unique is that our nation was founded on the belief that we would be a nation of the people, by the people and for the people, or, if you want to skip the Gettysburg address and go straight to the preamble to the constitution:

"We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, ensure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America."

That's pretty straight forward in its intent and the question of who "We" is, is somehow less pressing, less relevant or even irrelevant. I would imagine if you ask the authors, "When you say "We," who do you mean?" They'd look at you quizzically and think to themselves, that poor creature, must be touched in the head.

*Fast forward to railroad times, 1885. In a quick synopsis: the railroad barons of the Southern Pacific Railroad had S.W. Sanderson, a former judge and a man that had made himself wealthy litigating for the nation's largest railroads, decided to defy a government agency over a tax issue and claimed that a railroad was a person under the constitution and couldn't be taxed differently with different laws in different places.

Somehow, although no one knows how, his argument in 1885 before the Supreme Court based on the Fourteenth Amendment managed to make it into the written record even though the Supreme Court never officially ruled on it.

Since then it's been sacrosanct that corporations enjoy the same rights as individuals and a thriving lobby industry evolved around their right to petition the government for redress of grievances.

The villain, as always, is human greed. Whether speaking fictitiously through Gordon Gekko, or a staunch advocate of deregulation, a.k.a. Alan Greenspan, the old curse has never left the human gnome and the haves, have mores and have nots will always be at odds. Gene

* There's a complete account of this travesty and much more in Thom Hartmann's book, Unequal Protection, The Rise of Corporate Dominance and the Theft of Human Rights.

05/11/2009

The Glory of Stuff

Keb' Mo' - The Glory Of Love.mp3

YouTube teaser, for the full video, and it's a doozy, go to The Story of Stuff with Annie Leonard

 

 

 

 

05/07/2009

That shit ain't funny

Good news for modern man,
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CHICAGO (MarketWatch) -- News Corp. Chairman Rupert Murdoch, commenting on the most severe worldwide economic downturn in decades, said Wednesday that "it is increasingly clear that the worst is over."
 
May 6 (Bloomberg) -- U.S. stocks advanced to a four-month high as investors speculated banks don't need as much capital as had been projected and a report showed employers cut fewer jobs than economists estimated.
 
Bernanke told lawmakers in his first cautiously upbeat forecast in half a year that [Although the U.S. economy has contracted sharply since April 2008] "the recent data suggest that the pace of contraction may be slowing," and household demand for goods and services no longer is plunging,

The good news has caused wide spread jubilation across much of the United States with employers doubling, and in many cases, tripling base wages. CEOs and other Corporate Officers, in an unprecedented act of solidarity with employees, have agreed to reduce their compensation packages to reasonable levels commensurate to their foreign counterparts.  

The good will hasn't stopped there, a spokesman for Rupert Murdock said, Rupert has given notice to Hannity and O'Reilly to cool it with the hate rhetoric and Rush Limbaugh is seeking help for his addiction to being a rich, selfish, mouthy asshole.

In a mysterious turn of events, Reuters reports that smiley faces have become etched in mountain passes between the Afghanistan, Packistan border regions. Scientists are baffled.

Some see these events as a sign. "It's like we're entering the Age of Aquarius all over again," said a disheveled, aging hippie interviewed for this story. He added, "Now that pot is legal, things can't help but improve...." When informed that pot still isn't legal, he said, "Dude!"

Left Behind series authors, Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins have been scratching their heads and in a joint statement said that this isn't the way it's supposed to work out. "People were supposed to get sucked up into heaven damn it, you know how stupid this makes us look?" Visibly annoyed, both authors agreed that it was time for them to have a few words with Jesus, "He'll come around," LaHaye said, "or else!"

In a randon NYC street interview an anonymous New Yorker said, "Maybe this is the way things are supposed to be and it's only news because the system was driven so out of whack." Shortly afterwards he was hooded and forced at gunpoint into a black automobile.

The republicans are doing everything they can to downplay the positive news. Eric Cantor(R-VA-7th District) and Minority Whip said, "Oh sure people are back to work and wages are up, the newspapers have come back and it looks like we'll finally have peace in the Middle East, but what about the BIG issues?" When asked to clarify his remarks Cantor dissolved into a puddle of highly toxic republican residue. 

Reaction in the blogging world has been mixed. A little read but easily forgotten blogger who goes by the name "Gene" said, "There's no mystery, it's just the beginning of Cosmic consciousness, pretty soon you'll be able to raise an antenna and receive substanance, water and information right from the luminiferous Ether. People will heal faster, become more resilient and whatever genetic gaps we have will be filled. Disease will become unknown and what's so funny about peace love and understanding anyway?"   

--- A little read but easily forgotten blogger named "Gene"  elvis costello - peace love and understanding.mp3

05/05/2009

Youtubing the past

This is Peter Lewis today. He was a member of Moby Grape, one of San Francisco's quintessential rock bands back in the 60s. My early musician friends were the first to "turn me on" to them. In 1969 some of the same friends and I hitchhiked to NYC to hear them play the Fillmore East. They were out of practice, out of tune and pretty much out of time but they still managed to produced a couple more albums. I lost track of them and other life issues took charge.

Jeff Tamarkin - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia says it best:

The Grape's saga is one of squandered potential, absurdly misguided decisions, bad-luck, blunders and excruciating heartbreak, all set to the tune of some of the greatest rock and roll ever to emerge from San Francisco. Moby Grape could have had it all, but they ended up with nothing, and less."

Their musical diversity, harmonies and pure talent are legendary. I'm not much for nostalia, but I get a lump in my throat whenever I think of my own personal journey and how in some minor way it was intertwined with theirs.

05/03/2009

Sunday God blog

Video added as per courtesy of Bill and his musical expertise, >

God 1: 
Hey, I know, let's make the world too expensive to live in.
 
God 2:
That sounds like a stupid idea. What's the point?
 
God 1: 
We'll have a ball watching people make life and death choices, like, should I buy food or pay my      
               rent?
 
God 2: 
 I guess that might be fun, but shouldn't life be more than suffering and having to make the least
                bad choice?
 
God 1: 
Our lives should, but theirs'? Look, we gave them video games right? Now, all they want are games where players kill each other until they're left with the winner, the apex killer. They don't consider the sorry lives of their players.
 
God 2: 
 Because it's a video game.
 
God 1: 
 True, but what are they to us, compared to us? They are just as unreal to us as their video game     
                avatars are to them.
 
God 2: 
You make a good point but in the final analysis they are real and their avatars are not.
 
God 1:  
Which is why, when they choose to subject them to suffering, I say we can do the same. After all,
               you get what you give and all that.
 
God 2: 
OK, Point taken but let's get back to the expense issue. Don't you think it's absurd to suppose that there could ever be a world where life, eventually intelligent life with free will etc., would evolve that can't support the life that evolves on it?
 
God 1: 
Simple answer, No. How can an evolutionary system look forward and anticipate what it's creatures will do? If they choose through default not to regulate their population or resources, it's a choice nonetheless and they deserve whatever consequences they generate.
 
God 2: 
Well, you say consequences but you want to go beyond consequences and make their world 
               too expensive to live in.
 
God 1: 
Whether we do it or they do, it's inevitable with the course they're on. I say, since it's inevitable, let's
               have some fun. 
 
God 2:  
You assume an awful lot. They might wise up. They still have time to turn it around.
 
God 1: 
You're no fun ... I'll just have to get my kicks listening to their insipient, pathetic prayers. (Puts headphones on.)
 
God 2: 
And, I better get ready for the next influx of souls, a God's work is never done. I sure hope they wise up, I wonder why they can't see that there's enough for everyone if they just acted like adults instead of greedy bastards? Humans ... what were we thinking?
    

05/02/2009

Unbelievable

I don't like Condoleeza Rice, I never did. Her looks alone make me ill, plus, she has the demeanour of a bright but awkward child, one who hides her deviousness behind the protection of the mentors that she's cultivated through her obsequious patronage.

Her competence is apparent only in her ability to cement herself in with the illuminati, thereby insuring herself a goodly income and the exclusivity of the highly privileged. Oh, and like most of Bush's ex-appointees; she's a hypocrite and a liar.

In fact, her latest public pronouncements makes me question her ability to have a clearly reasoned position on anything. In a meeting with Stanford students at a dormitory reception on April 27, her arguments were rife with misrepresentations, condescension and just plain craziness, i.e., this question and answer exchange with a student there:

Q:  [we did not torture] Even in World War II facing Nazi Germany, probably the greatest threat that America has ever faced.

RICE: Uh, with all due respect, Nazi Germany never attacked the homeland of the United States.

Q: No, but they bombed our allies

RICE: No, just a second, just a second. Three-thousand Americans died in the Twin Towers and the Pentagon.

Q: 500,000 died in World War II

RICE: Fighting a war in Europe.

Q: — and yet we did not torture the prisoners of war.

RICE: We didn’t torture anybody here either.

She measures herself, judges herself, by the power and strength of the enemy that she believes she's faced, therefore enemy inflation is essential to her idea of herself and her place in history. She tops it off with a casual denial of torture for good measure. But, what astounds me is that she is willing to state, nay declare, that the threat that we faced on 9-11 trumps WWII. Can she really believe this? *Juan Cole, President of the Global Americana Institute and the author of Informed Comment, in his book, Engaging the Muslim World, argues:

Al-Qaeda is not a mass movement like fascism or communism but rather a small political cult like the American far-right circles that produced Timothy McVeigh.

To compare, let alone to state that Al-Qaeda is a greater threat to us than Nazi Germany was, is so far removed from reality that my mind reels that his woman was Bush's Nation Security Advisor during his first term. Her lies and inaction were monument and this is just the latest in the Condi saga. Why do people go to such lengths to protect a lie? What are they so afraid of? Surely the consequences of her lies will be a greater shame to her than the admission that she was too weak and unable to withstand the truth.     Gene

*Juan R.I. Cole Resume

05/01/2009

Thanks to daughter Natalie

Who saw? Chainsaw!

I'm searching ebay for a chain saw, have been for a couple of days. There are people out there, and as far as I can tell they're all guys, that take a poorly running chainsaw, repair it and sell it for a profit. What a concept.

Like all manner of human endeavours that involve mechanical knowledge, skill and wherewithal, not all repair people know or care enough about what they're doing. Dollar signs light up their eyes and if they can pass a cheaply purchased, hastily repaired saw off as the best thing since Eve polished Adam's Apple, they will. A real repair guy is a thing to behold and worth his weight in gold.
 
I worked, during my last 5 years as an electrician, with a lot of machinists. They are Gods. They KNOW what they're doing. With electrical work, whether I run a conduit here or there matters, but not always. With machinery everything always matters. It's a rewarding but unforgiving trade. The only thing I can compare it to in my own field of reference is rebuilding a motor, i.e., close tolerances and clearances.
 
Everything has to be true, That imaginary line that you see on a drawing that aligns shafts, bearing and gears isn't imaginary at all. If it's off just a tiny bit, less than the diameter than this tiny dot ( . ) the whole apparatus can become an expensive, useless vibrating piece of junk.
 
So why don't I just buy new? Good question and I don't know the answer except that, when I find a deal on something well-made and properly maintained I say a big "Fuck You" to some middle-man, go-between that makes too much money off of someone else's labor.
 
Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.   Gene
 
P.S. Not all chainsaws are created equal either, I'm searching for a Stihl. I've bought the Home Depot stuff and it doesn't hold up. Used and high quality that's me.
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04/30/2009

Using Obama's first 100 days as an excuse to put my babblings down, now with SOUND (thanks to Bill)

It came and went, the 100 day water mark and Obama, what have you done? You've disappointed no doubt but you've also inspired and brought sanity back to government, except for that fly over NYC debacle staring Air force One and his tag-along buddy, the little fighter jet that could. Are you priming us for a well deserved drone attack someday?

 
You've taken a hard line on terrorism, which to the neocons is no hard line at all, just ask Cheney. They carry a big stick AND a big mouth. They like action and insist on the fatal kind, as long as it's someone else's neck on the line.
 
You've done some great work with foreign relations, the world loves you but that only makes the neocons hate you more. They, the free market loving, bonus grubbing, no labor cost can come too cheaply, this is almost as good as slavery, neocons (again and again) have beat us over the head with their one world economy and somber pronouncements that we'll just have to adjust, usually to our detriment, or die.
 
They preach a good interdependent game and yet see nothing wrong in alienating the very same nations that we, according to them, need so badly. Their contempt for any governing world body such as NATO, or any, less governing more humanitarian body, such as Amnesty International and it's concomitant the Geneva Convention, personified, a la, Albeto Gonzales and John Bolten has made pariahs and hypocrites of America in the eyes of Europe, Asia and the Muslim world. Anything short of electing Obama would have only exacerbated and already fragile situation.  
 
Of course, self-interest is always the best interest, or so self-interested people would have us all believe and our allies are more than happy to stand idly by when we feel moved to raid some third world countries' resources via the World Bank or the IMF, after all, they're not fools and their cups are always positioned to catch our drippings.
 
On the economy, no one knows. If we believe Obama's doing the right thing and he's not, we're screwed. If we believe he's doing the wrong thing and he's not, "the right" will act like it's the wrong thing until they've convinced their hapless base that it is and then we're the stupified frogs in the pot of slowing heating water again. That is, at least to the Texas secessionists and the right's chief harbinger of hatred, Rush Limbaugh and his intolerant stooges.
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The whole deal is contingent on whether people go back to work in droves and with an industrial vengeance and that we, once again, become the goofy, happy-go-lucky shoppers / consumers / industrial manufacturers that we once were. Bells, whistles and flashing lights, bring em on. How about a car with fins 10 feet high made with 2/0 gauge molybdenum steel?
 
It's fatalism versus optimism, and Obama has managed to trump the party of NO at every turn. They just can't get it in their tiny heads that they can't beat something with nothing. Oh, wait, did I say nothing? Check that, you can't beat something with fear and useless, senseless aggression, flag lapel pins, a bible thumping, machine gun toting, anti-gay marriage, anti-choice, pro-torture red neck philosophy that excludes how 60% to 70% of real Americans think and feel.
 
Even rats know when to desert a sinking ship, not that I'd call Arlen Specter a rat but there's an infection deep at work within the system. If it can't be cured, and it can't, it needs to be cut out and the American people are finally wielding scalpels.   Gene

04/28/2009

Making an anthill out of a mountain

OK, I'm living in interesting times, now what?
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Does the old Chinese proverb / curse, "May you live in interesting times," preclude the inevitability that you'll die in them too? I ask because we ain't solving shit and these "interesting times" are only interesting in the context that nothing this bad has ever happened before, or maybe it has. One thing is certain, we'll never know as long as our information is spoon fed us by the Barons of Bullshit, i. e., Rupert Murdock et. al.
 
We are ants staring in awe at the blade of the shovel as it plunges into our little piece of terra firma. We haven't begun to realize the scope of the foreign invasion at hand. The ants end up in a wheelbarrow torn asunder from the Earth, or dead, and we care as much about the ants as God cares about us. It's universal justice at its best.
 
So, in an attempt to make ourselves seems wise and as a prophylactic against actually doing something, God forbid we should make a worse situation bad, we embrace the euphemism to distract us from the true nature of our plight, and that's why, when Bill sends me his favourite quote of the day from playwright  Christopher Durang:

Now why would techniques that succeed in getting false confessions be of use to the administration? As opposed to the traditional and successful psychological interrogation techniques that have a history of working?

That's quite a big question, and the likely answers aren't good -- either they weren't thinking straight; or they actually wanted some false confessions, especially regarding that ever-elusive-because-it-didn't-exist connection between Saddam Hussein and Al Qaeda.

Then asks,

"Why is the best (i.e., most fearless) political analysis coming from playwrights and comedians these days?" 

And his wife, Sue, answers,

"I know that is meant to be a rhetorical question, but in all seriousness, the successful ones are among the few people who can best understand and articulate the human condition and psyche."

I agree, and add, that it's because the great, or as Sue calls them, the best, playwrights and comedians fashion their art in truth. They hold up a mirror and say, "Here, look at yourselves, see not what you think you are or what you've been told you are but what you are."

We've bathed ourselves in comfortable euphemisms to create the illusion of resolve and action while we live these "interesting times" without a clue and without a plan, unless we consider our national run on gun shops a plan.

By the way, don't we get all icky when we hear "Swine Flu"? Can't we dull the knife to our sensibility a little?  How about the porcine humdudgeon? Secondly, lets drop the word torture altogether and call it ... environmentally enhanced information extraction, although I still have a problem with the word "extraction"  it sounds like a dental procedure and if that isn't torture ...

Eventually, the geniuses that love to keep us the dark will come up with something better, they always do. They know that we're all going over the edge and the safest place is in the rear of the train, it's the only time they ever put us first.  Gene

04/27/2009

Pictures of stuff to use to do other stuff

When I'm not enduring my meaningless existence, taking up space and waiting to die, I do stuff. Here's some of it:

I made a lamp using a votive candle hanging thingie that I found at the Salvation army. The rest of the parts are stuff I had laying around. I painted the cheap, plated brass black. stuff I've been working on lately 002.jpg 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 I hung up a bunch of power tools for easy access. Some were bought on ebay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 I organized some shit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 I built this work table, but that was a while ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 I bought this edger and the floor sander below it and refurbished them, I plan n sanding my flloors some day, (yeah, right).

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  These sons of bitches are expensive new. This model is over $1000 add another 500 for the edger.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 I finally took the wheelchair ramps that I made for Nancy downstairs. They don't look like much but they're heavy.

 

 

 

 

 

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 I made a stepper for Nancy's broken ankle therapy, big deal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I made a table for my table saw, which sounds redundant. Those levellers on the bottom could hold up a dump truck.

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 I bought this home made combination jig saw and planer (I think it's a planer) at the second hand store years ago I just replaced one of the motors. It has a really ingenious wheel lowering system that I tried to incorporate on my work bench, it took over two week to figure out how to adapt it.

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 I built this wire brush thing with a heavy duty motor because, once I think 20 years ago, I needed one.

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I'm not really industrious, I'm just avoiding the inevitable, YARD WORK. But, on the other hand, weeds grow on the inside too.    Gene

04/25/2009

Mixing fact with fiction, just like the they do

The few, the proud, the inane, The Republicans,

It is now known that in late March, Dick Cheney requested the release of secret documents that indicate that he likes little children and puppies. A Cheney spokesperson said, "We want it on public record." When asked why the documents were classified in the first place the spokesperson looked confused and started crying, " I want my mommy, I want my mommy."

In a related story, the military agency that provided advice on harsh interrogation techniques for use against children and puppies referred to the Military plan as " ... a stupid idea." A July 2002 document sent to the Pentagon's chief lawyer by the military's Joint Personnel Recovery Agency warned that it would produce unreliable information from the children and that puppies can't talk.

A pentagon spokesperson responded that they were interested in the "Lassie effect" whereas the puppies would pace nervously in circles waiting to be followed to the insurrectionists lair. "I distinctly remember many episodes where it eventually dawned on the Lassie people that Lassie wanted to be followed. "What is it girl? You want me to follow you? Is Timmy in trouble?" They would say. As for the children, the pentagon maintains that they were mostly brats, bad apples and dead enders.

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Meanwhile across the country, "I'm Rooting for Spain" and "Hooray for the Spanish Inquisition Part Deux" bumper stickers are all the rage. Alberto Gonzales is reportedly shitting his pants and John Yoo has undergone extensive facial surgery and hopes to emerge from his bandages as the spitting image of Javier Bardem.

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A new product will grace the market next week called the GOPGPS. It's being billed as the missing moral compass for the missing moral majority. A beeper will sound anytime a republican makes a stupid decision of acts hypocritically in anyway. Some on the right are outraged, "That damn thing will be going off constantly ... just what we need another distraction and another reason to feel like the losers we are," GOP spokesman and Minority Whip Eric Cantor said, he added, "I might as well just go to another Brittany Spears concert, what the hell?
At least I get my dick hard."



In his defense, notice Cantor's brilliant response when asked why he opted to attend the Brittany concert rather than Obama's prime time news conference, he said, " I hand it to the performer, she was something ... 24/7 news cycle ... I mean ... come on ..."

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God, I love the inexhaustible supply of low grade humor and ridiculousness that flows from their very pores. Gene



O brother, where art thou?

I had a weird childhood, my brother, who was a certifiable genus, flew the coop for Canada when his draft notice came. He was a constant source of fascination and repulsion for me.
 
He was impossible to understand or live with but at the same time contributed more to my basic make-up than anyone in my life. He was infectious in every way, when he took up ichthyology (the study of fish) and started keeping aquariums, suddenly, everyone on the South Side had aquariums, even the bad asses emulated my brother.
 
Walking down the street with Mike was a tricky affair, he'd strip to his waste in the middle of winter, stand and imitate a department store mannequin until it wasn't funny anymore, or, feel moved to become the head of a line that he would form behind some innocent passerby and follow him his every move. He was a cut-up. He was also condescending, rude, outspoken and irresponsible with his power.
 
He would tell me things that, it seemed to me, he had no way of knowing, that Michael Angelo and Leonardo De Vinci were gay that the Ancient Greeks had casual gay sex during their "all male environment" battle field assignments. He was not gay to my knowledge. He related his theories to me, he had at least one for every occasion and two for things that hadn't occurred, as facts, plain, simple, indisputable.
 
His vocabulary and knowledge were outrageous, he immediately became friends with intellectuals, writers and poets but eschewed the common man. He showed visible signs of disgust at me and my friends while I could make a feverishly sound argument that HIS friends ruined my life; Joe the junkie, for one. Still, It was of little consequence. In our world, everything was done either in the name of absurdity or for the sake of deadly seriousness. We strafed the stratosphere with our munitions, some were bound to fall back on us. 
 
I remember gloating when his draft notice came. I was a little bastard. How was I to know that a couple of years later they would come for me?
 
I don't know him, he is an odd memory, maybe a dream. I wouldn't recognize him, he's never seen my youngest two children nor they him.
 
The 60's were rife with cultural volatility and we embraced it as ours. We were swirled, beaten and shown a paradise that can never be. We were orphaned by the world and then by ourselves. Our dilemma wasn't unique in that it has come full circle. The values that we lived our lives in opposition to, have become our own. Family is all that matters.  Gene
 
... all happy families are happy in the same way, whereas unhappy families are all unhappy in their own way. ... " -- Leo Tolstoy
 

 

04/24/2009

Mediocre Fred

This is my favorite Smother Brother's song. It was written by one of the show's writters, and (for a time, a long time) perenial presidential candidate, Pat Paulson.

During a stump speech, as part of his faux campaign, he once said that he knew things were bad across the country, that his family had to cut back and buy cheaper cuts of meat, "Last night we had chicken faces for supper."

Oh, ignore the stupid video, I don't know how whoever posted it thought it related to the song. Gene

04/18/2009

Oz, Bizarro World and our world

Rage, Rage, Rage against the dying of the right -- with apologies to Dylan Thomas,

Bill sent me this link in the comments yesterday: Drew Westen: The Five Strands of Conservatism: Why the GOP is Unraveling. It's from a Huffington Post piece by Dr. Drew Westen, an amazingly insightful piece about the disparate factions that comprise the modern conservative party and why it's unravelling.

I'll add, that as it unravels and as the outdated, worn republican machine tries to wear smooth its damaged parts, it remains to the core parts, the base, to become louder, bolder and more volatile as they try to dissipate the heat of their internal friction.

Thus, we have the Governor of Texas talking about seceding, gun nuts up in arms (more-so than usual) and more and more republican web sites beginning with sentences like this, from an actual republican web site:

After spending the week in Europe, bowing to the Saudi King and apologizing for America, Barack Obama is back in this country ready to introduce more socialism. It seems that the administration hatches a radical new plan everyday.

And that's mild. There is a palpable wave of hatred permeating the air, land and water, nothing is untouched. I'll give the republicans one thing; they do not go gentle into that good night.

Eventually. though, their machine will crash and all the king's horses and all the king's men will go home but not until the final curse is hurled:

You cursed brat! Look what you've done! I'm melting! melting! Oh, what a world! What a world! Who would have thought a good little [ black president] like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness? Oooooh, look out! I'm going! Oooooh! Ooooooh!

But which witch will most appropriately ring the death knell? John, Tan Man, Boehner? Former GOP rising star, Governor Bobby Jindal of Lousiana, dead panning, "I'm melting, I'm melting"? That geek who wants to drown the government in a bathtub, Grover Norquist? There are so many to choose from, each more sardonically comical and bizarre than the next.

Speaking of bizarre, the *Bizarro World Code meshes well with the republican world code.

In the Bizarro world of "Htrae" ("Earth" spelled backwards), society is ruled by the Bizarro Code which states "Us do opposite of all Earthly things! Us hate beauty! Us love ugliness! Is big crime to make anything perfect on Bizarro World!."

Pursuing my own amusement, I went off track. I was talking about Dr. Drew Westen. I searched for the Youtube version of the piece I linked to but couldn't find a video version, and so, I offer this by Dr. Westen       Gene



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04/16/2009

My own personal hate speech

Tea bagging as defined by the Urban Dictionary:

To have a man insert his scrotum into another person's mouth in the fashion of a teabag into a mug with an up/down (in/out) motion.

The tea bag parties are over. The people who had a driving compulsion to protest something amorphous and encroaching have gone home to their jobs and lives in a blush of self-congratulatory accomplishment.

Good for them. I'm all for protesting as long as I get to ride on buses and talk to women but I get the feeling that the faux Bostonians, while not dumping their tea in the harbor, at least were glad to have the opportunity to dump their pent up frustration at having tied their fate to the rudderless, clueless, morally bankrupt party of NO!

Whatever it is, if we're for it, they're against it. If Obama proposed some of the exact things that they supported while Bush was in office, and he has, they would vehemently oppose them, which they have.

There's been enough written and discussed about this phony protest that I'd just as soon let it take its rightful place in history's scrape bin, along with the republican party, but isn't it odd that the right-wing noise machine can and will crank up the volume so much for so little? The DC Iraq War protests that I attended, and I suspect nation wide, were given little media attention and the attendence numbers were deliberatly low balled while the attendance numbers of tea baggers were highly inflated. Exactly what does that say about our media at large?

Last night Keith Olbermann showed a clip of Fox's Neil Cavuto at a tea bag protest asking, who he asked isn't clear, how many protesters he thought were there. He was told 5000, minutes later he was on air reporting that there were at least 5000 but probably double or triple that number. And, of course Fox News complains that the rest of the media hasn't been fair with their numbers:

“Apparently these populist protests don’t count that much for them [the other media outlets]. Millions concerned they’re being taxed to death counts even less for them.”

I only wish that the truth counted as much for him as he thinks his inflated numbers should count for the media but that's not going to happen.

Back, God, it was years ago, the hue and cry went up that the media wasn't reporting the good news about Iraq. Fox news, as hard as they tried, eventually gave up trying to find and report it. Even if it was there, the bad news was so overwhelming that they'd have looked like bigger fools tha they already were trying to push that "feel good" bullshit. Fox doesn't retract or apologize and with our teeny, tiny attention spans, why should they?

At least when we, the left, protest, we protest something concrete that has to do with actual principles and social justice, government decisions that kill and displace millions of innocents, policies that make mockeries of our constitution and what we believe we should stand for.

The right hates government but is willing to kill in order to run it. Their obsequious appeals to the common man are laughable. Death tax? Hahahhaha. Laughable. God, guns and gays over and over, the republicans are our autistic doppelgangers incapable of learning from their mistakes and revelling in their moral superiority based on absolutely nothing. Put that in your tea bag and smoke it!   Gene

04/15/2009

Tax crunch

And I'm a guy that believes in paying taxes,

It's April 14, 6:45 PM and I'm on hold waiting for the IRS to answer a question about the 3rd step on Publication 967. What it tells me to do seems to be the very epitome of a contradiction in terms. I've been trying to do my taxes since early this afternoon.

When I duplicated what I did last year on my tax form for this year, I found that I owe them a bunch of money. Last year I had a daughter in school that I could claim as a dependant and that must be the big difference, but then, I saw something that I never saw before; a tax credit that I might be eligible for and that may save me some of the money they say I owe. I thought, I'll call them and clear this up in a jiffy.

"Our representatives are still helping other customers, please continue to hold." I'm sick of holding, I've been holding and holding and what am I holding? Nothing, that's what I'm holding. And why are we, customers? Are we buying something from them? What? War? Lousy roads? Pork for some republican senator that I'd just as soon spit in his eye? I'm getting a litttle peeved.

It's my own fault I waited until the last minute like I do every year but why should I have to turn in to a non-paid, citizen accountant once a year? Wouldn't a national sales tax be easier and better in the long AND short run? Sure it would but the rich need loopholes that they can reach through and grab us by our miserable balls and squeeze. It makes them happy, and, after all, aren't we here to serve those pampered, pedigree bastards?

Somewhere, while trying to zero in on the correct form I needed, every form refers you to another form that in turn refers you to, and on, and on, and on ... I read that ... the IRS will figure the form for *$500. Hahahahah, it looked like someone with a grand sense of humor inserted a joke amongst the rules and regulations that bristle like barbs in you brain, but no, they meant it.

It's ringing! OMG! ... Oh, she doesn't work in that department. I bitch a little. ... Ok, she put me on hold, came back, and now says she CAN help me. I ask her the stumbling block question, probably the first of many, and I'm on hold again. If clearing this up wasn't so essential to my well being via, not having the tax man breathing down my neck, I might enjoy this lesson in absurdity. Now, she tells me she can help me in spite of the fact that she can't answer my question.  

Bad news .. I concentrated on that stupid step 3 that didn't make sense. I missed the big picture, together my wife and I make too much money to qualify. She says that's the only tax credit that they didn't raise the limit on, can I pick em or what?

 I blew myself up like a puffer fish for nothing. Que sera sera ... I hope that death, since it's as certain as taxes, isn't as big a hassle.   Gene

*It's in the instuction book, Lines 12a and 12b, under, Partially taxable pensions and annuities: "You can ask the IRS to figure the taxable part for you for a $500 fee."

04/14/2009

A growing indignation that would do Dick Cheney proud

More on Somalia, piracy, the precipitous drum beat of war or something like war i.e., installing a government sympathetic to resource happy corporate pirates and how the mass media, including NPR (I just heard it this morning) leaves out vital information but, lo and behold, manages to find specious ties between Somali pirates and mid-eastern terrorists. From Why We Don't Condemn Our Pirates in Somalia | | AlterNet:

Why We Don't Condemn Our Pirates in Somalia

By K'Naan , URB Magazine. Posted April 14, 2009.

Can anyone ever really be for piracy? Well in Somalia, the answer is: it's complicated. Can anyone ever really be for piracy? Outside of sea bandits, and young girls fantasizing of Johnny Depp, would anyone with an honest regard for good human conduct really say that they are in support of Sea Robbery? Well in Somalia, the answer is: it's complicated. The news media these days has been covering piracy in the Somali coast, with such lopsided journalism that it's lucky they're not on a ship themselves. It's true that the constant hijacking of vessels in the Gulf of Aden is a major threat to the vibrant trade route between Asia and Europe. It is also true that for most of the pirates operating in this vast shoreline, money is the primary objective. But according to many Somalis, the disruption of Europe's darling of a trade route is just Karma biting a perpetrator in the butt. And if you don't believe in Karma, maybe you believe in recent history. Here is why we Somalis find ourselves slightly shy of condemning our pirates.

Somalia has been without any form of a functioning government since 1991. And despite its failures, like many other toddler governments in Africa, sprung from the wells of post-colonial independence, bad governance and development loan sharks, the specific problem of piracy was put in motion in 1992.

After the overthrow of Siyad Barre, our charmless dictator of twenty-some odd years, two major forces of the Hawiye Clan came to power. At the time, Ali Mahdi, and General Mohamed Farah Aidid, the two leaders of the Hawiye rebels were largely considered liberators. But the unity of the two men and their respective sub-clans was very short-lived. It's as if they were dumbstruck at the advent of ousting the dictator, or that they just forgot to discuss who will be the leader of the country once they defeated their common foe. A disagreement of who will upgrade from militia leader to Mr. President broke up their honeymoon. It's because of this disagreement that we've seen one of the most devastating wars in Somalia's history, leading to millions displaced and hundreds of thousands dead. But war is expensive and militias need food for their families, and Jaad (an amphetamine-based stimulant) to stay awake for the fighting. Therefore a good clan-based Warlord must look out for his own fighters. Aidid's men turned to robbing aid trucks carrying food to the starving masses, and reselling it to continue their war. But Ali Mahdi had his sights set on a larger and more unexploited resource, namely: the Indian Ocean.

Already by this time, local fishermen in the coastline of Somalia have been complaining of illegal vessels coming to Somali waters and stealing all the fish. And since there was no government to report it to, and since the severity of the violence clumsily overshadowed every other problem, the fishermen went completely unheard. But it was around this same time that a more sinister, a more patronizing practice was being put in motion. A Swiss firm called Achair Parterns, and an Italian waste company called Progresso, made a deal with Ali Mahdi, that they could dump containers of waste material in Somali waters. These European companies were said to be paying Warlords about $3 a ton, where as in to properly dispose of waste in Europe costs about $1000 a ton.

In 2004, after Tsunami washed ashore several leaking containers, thousand of locals in the Puntland region of Somalia started to complain of severe and previously unreported ailments, such as abdominal bleeding, skin melting off and a lot of immediate cancer-like symptoms. Nick Nuttall, a spokesman for the United Nations Environmental Program, says that the containers had many different kinds of waste, including "Uranium, radioactive waste, lead, cadmium, mercury and chemical waste." But this wasn't just a passing evil from one or two groups taking advantage of our unprotected waters, the UN Convoy for Somalia, Ahmedou Ould-Abdallah, says that the practice still continues to this day. It was months after those initial reports that local fishermen mobilized themselves, along with street militias, to go into the waters and deter the Westerners from having a free pass at completely destroying Somalia's aquatic life. Now years later, that deterance has become less noble, and the ex-fishermen with their militias have begun to develop a taste for ransom at sea. This form of piracy is now a major contributor to the Somali economy, especially in the very region that private toxic waste companies first began to bury our nation's death trap.

Now Somalia has upped the world's pirate attacks by over 21 percent in one year, and while NATO and the EU are both sending forces to the Somali coast to try and slow down the attacks, Blackwater and all kinds of private security firms are intent on cashing in. But while Europeans are well in their right to protect their trade interest in the region, our pirates were the only deterrent we had from an externally imposed environmental disaster. No one can say for sure that some of the ships they are now holding for ransom were not involved in illegal activity in our waters. The truth is, if you ask any Somali if they think getting rid of the pirates only means the continuous rape of our coast by unmonitored Western vessels, and the production of a new cancerous generation, we would all fly our pirate flags high.

It is time that the world gave the Somali people some assurance that these Western illegal activities will end, if our pirates are to seize their operations. We do not want the EU and NATO serving as a shield for these nuclear waste-dumping hoodlums. It seems to me that this new modern crisis is a question of justice, but also a question of whose justice. As is apparent these days, one man's pirate is another man's coast guard.

K'naan is a Somali-Canadian poet, rapper and musician.



Excuse me Mr. Rich and powerful white man, but would you please, if it isn't too much to ask, stop shitting on me?

Amidst all the self-congradulatory brough-haha and the establishment of Obama as tough enough, some food for thought. From: Johann Hari: You Are Being Lied to About Pirates:

By Johann Hari

You Are Being Lied to About Pirates

Who imagined that in 2009, the world's governments would be declaring a new War on Pirates? As you read this, the British Royal Navy - backed by the ships of more than two dozen nations, from the US to China - is sailing into Somalian waters to take on men we still picture as parrot-on-the-shoulder pantomime villains. They will soon be fighting Somalian ships and even chasing the pirates onto land, into one of the most broken countries on earth. But behind the arrr-me-hearties oddness of this tale, there is an untold scandal. The people our governments are labeling as "one of the great menace of our times" have an extraordinary story to tell -- and some justice on their side.

Pirates have never been quite who we think they are. In the "golden age of piracy" - from 1650 to 1730 - the idea of the pirate as the senseless, savage thief that lingers today was created by the British government in a great propaganda-heave. Many ordinary people believed it was false: pirates were often rescued from the gallows by supportive crowds. Why? What did they see that we can't? In his book Villains of All nations, the historian Marcus Rediker pores through the evidence to find out. If you became a merchant or navy sailor then - plucked from the docks of London's East End, young and hungry - you ended up in a floating wooden Hell. You worked all hours on a cramped, half-starved ship, and if you slacked off for a second, the all-powerful captain would whip you with the Cat O' Nine Tails. If you slacked consistently, you could be thrown overboard. And at the end of months or years of this, you were often cheated of your wages.

Pirates were the first people to rebel against this world. They mutinied against their tyrannical captains - and created a different way of working on the seas. Once they had a ship, the pirates elected their captains, and made all their decisions collectively. They shared their bounty out in what Rediker calls "one of the most egalitarian plans for the disposition of resources to be found anywhere in the eighteenth century." They even took in escaped African slaves and lived with them as equals. The pirates showed "quite clearly - and subversively - that ships did not have to be run in the brutal and oppressive ways of the merchant service and the Royal navy." This is why they were popular, despite being unproductive thieves.

The words of one pirate from that lost age - a young British man called William Scott - should echo into this new age of piracy. Just before he was hanged in Charleston, South Carolina, he said: "What I did was to keep me from perishing. I was forced to go a-pirating to live." In 1991, the government of Somalia - in the Horn of Africa - collapsed. Its nine million people have been teetering on starvation ever since - and many of the ugliest forces in the Western world have seen this as a great opportunity to steal the country's food supply and dump our nuclear waste in their seas.

Yes: nuclear waste. As soon as the government was gone, mysterious European ships started appearing off the coast of Somalia, dumping vast barrels into the ocean. The coastal population began to sicken. At first they suffered strange rashes, nausea and malformed babies. Then, after the 2005 tsunami, hundreds of the dumped and leaking barrels washed up on shore. People began to suffer from radiation sickness, and more than 300 died. Ahmedou Ould-Abdallah, the UN envoy to Somalia, tells me: "Somebody is dumping nuclear material here. There is also lead, and heavy metals such as cadmium and mercury - you name it." Much of it can be traced back to European hospitals and factories, who seem to be passing it on to the Italian mafia to "dispose" of cheaply. When I asked Ould-Abdallah what European governments were doing about it, he said with a sigh: "Nothing. There has been no clean-up, no compensation, and no prevention."

At the same time, other European ships have been looting Somalia's seas of their greatest resource: seafood. We have destroyed our own fish-stocks by over-exploitation - and now we have moved on to theirs. More than $300m worth of tuna, shrimp, lobster and other sea-life is being stolen every year by vast trawlers illegally sailing into Somalia's unprotected seas. The local fishermen have suddenly lost their livelihoods, and they are starving. Mohammed Hussein, a fisherman in the town of Marka 100km south of Mogadishu, told Reuters: "If nothing is done, there soon won't be much fish left in our coastal waters."

This is the context in which the men we are calling "pirates" have emerged. Everyone agrees they were ordinary Somalian fishermen who at first took speedboats to try to dissuade the dumpers and trawlers, or at least wage a 'tax' on them. They call themselves the Volunteer Coastguard of Somalia - and it's not hard to see why. In a surreal telephone interview, one of the pirate leaders, Sugule Ali, said their motive was "to stop illegal fishing and dumping in our waters... We don't consider ourselves sea bandits. We consider sea bandits [to be] those who illegally fish and dump in our seas and dump waste in our seas and carry weapons in our seas." William Scott would understand those words.

No, this doesn't make hostage-taking justifiable, and yes, some are clearly just gangsters - especially those who have held up World Food Programme supplies. But the "pirates" have the overwhelming support of the local population for a reason. The independent Somalian news-site WardherNews conducted the best research we have into what ordinary Somalis are thinking - and it found 70 percent "strongly supported the piracy as a form of national defence of the country's territorial waters." During the revolutionary war in America, George Washington and America's founding fathers paid pirates to protect America's territorial waters, because they had no navy or coastguard of their own. Most Americans supported them. Is this so different?

Did we expect starving Somalians to stand passively on their beaches, paddling in our nuclear waste, and watch us snatch their fish to eat in restaurants in London and Paris and Rome? We didn't act on those crimes - but when some of the fishermen responded by disrupting the transit-corridor for 20 percent of the world's oil supply, we begin to shriek about "evil." If we really want to deal with piracy, we need to stop its root cause - our crimes - before we send in the gun-boats to root out Somalia's criminals.

The story of the 2009 war on piracy was best summarised by another pirate, who lived and died in the fourth century BC. He was captured and brought to Alexander the Great, who demanded to know "what he meant by keeping possession of the sea." The pirate smiled, and responded: "What you mean by seizing the whole earth; but because I do it with a petty ship, I am called a robber, while you, who do it with a great fleet, are called emperor." Once again, our great imperial fleets sail in today - but who is the robber?


Johann Hari is a writer for the Independent newspaper. To read more of his articles, click here. or here.

POSTSCRIPT: Some commenters seem bemused by the fact that both toxic dumping and the theft of fish are happening in the same place - wouldn't this make the fish contaminated? In fact, Somalia's coastline is vast, stretching to 3300km. Imagine how easy it would be - without any coastguard or army - to steal fish from Florida and dump nuclear waste on California, and you get the idea. These events are happening in different places - but with the same horrible effect: death for the locals, and stirred-up piracy. There's no contradiction.

04/13/2009

No simple highway

 Puck:
Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand,
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be! -- A Midsummer Nights Dream Act 3, scene 2, 110–115

Everything is too complicated by design. Trying to sort through recent issues means running an obstacle course of obfuscation, willful misdirection and dogmatic adherence to arcane and disproved notions of thought. The search for the truth is a maze with, rather than just one exit, many, each leading to a select and specialized ideology and each claiming exclusivity and dominance.
 
For the blessedly simple minded, like Mr. George W. Bush, it's much more expedient to bypass intellectualism and react straight from the gut. Instinctual behavior has many advantages, almost all superficial, with the one overriding disadvantage; instincts have no internal logic. You may as well spin a roulette wheel, with, rather than numbers, names of countries to bomb, programs to fund and programs to defund.
 
In fact, the analogy is quite good. What have we done but gambled away our future for the last 8 years?
 
I suggest a more scientific approach. A hypothesis rather that bare instinct, leading, after appropriate objective input to a theory rather than certritude and then to either a response or, if prudent, no response, i.e., from Scientific Laws, Hypotheses, and Theories - The Scientific Method:
  • Observation: Every swan I've ever seen is white.
  • Hypothesis: All swans must be white.
  • Test: A random sampling of swans from each continent where swans are indigenous produces only white swans.
  • Publication: "My global research has indicated that swans are always white, wherever they are observed."
  • Verification: Every swan any other scientist has ever observed in any country has always been white.
  • Theory: All swans are white.

Prediction: The next swan I see will be white.

Note, however, that although the prediction is useful, the theory does not absolutely prove that the next swan I see will be white. Thus it is said to be falsifiable. If anyone ever saw a black swan, the theory would have to be tweaked or thrown out. (And yes, there are really black swans. This example was just to illustrate the point.)

Real scientific theories must be falsifiable. So-called "theories" based on religion, such as creationism or intelligent design are, therefore, not scientific theories. They are not falsifiable and they do not follow the scientific method.

Of course, when dealing with the fools that these morals be, nothing is falsifiable since their theories absolutely prove whatever it is they need to prove at the time. Colin Powell made a remarkable case for war with Iraq in front of the United Nations that seemed air tight, except it wasn't. And, how, as long as we're ask to accept on faith, classified documents as justification for whatever predetermined action is deemed appropriate, can we make an educated decision?

There's only one path through the maze and it's a personal journey, thus it was always so, and so, it shall always be thus.  Hmmm, brings to mind a song ... Greatful Dead - Ripple.mp3    Gene & Jerry

04/12/2009

Two stories

When hordes of locusts desend on your greener pastures, will you be ready?
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Two of the top story headlines in today's online New York Times tell me all I need to know about the present state of the American economy. The first article, Crisis Altering Wall Street as Big Banks Lose Top Talent, begins with poor Mr. Jung, a banker that had his bonus check slashed:

The turning point for Stephan Jung came in February, around the time bonus checks were slashed. A veteran of UBS, one of many banks tarnished by the financial crisis, Mr. Jung realized that the old Wall Street would not be bouncing back any time soon. It was time to head for the new.

I don't know what poor Mr. Jung makes without his bonus but I'm pretty sure he hasn't taken to eating ketchup sandwiches on stale bread while the rain leaks through the roof of his hovel, not yet anyway. I only wish I could be more sarcastic.

Wall Street is reeling, the smartest guys in the room are checking out, again the NYTs:

There is an air of exodus on Wall Street — and not just among those being fired. As Washington cracks down on compensation and tightens regulation of banks, a brain drain is occurring at some of the biggest ones. They are some of the same banks blamed for setting off the worst downturn since the Depression.

And so, guys like Jung are leaving en masse for greener pastures, or in the hopes of creating greener pastures by building small investment firms into the same kind of behemoths that wrecked the economy. Oh, and to make zillions just before the bottom falls out again for you and me. To quote the NYTs article again:

Today’s upstarts aim to do the same by hiring away the industry’s talent and, in some cases, trying to replicate the entire investment banking model that was largely dismantled after Lehman Brothers fell last fall.

Trying to replicate the entire investment banking model that was largely dismantled after Lehman Brothers fell.

Trying to replicate the entire investment banking model that was largely dismantled after Lehman Brothers fell.

Trying to replicate the entire investment banking model that was largely dismantled after Lehman Brothers fell.

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The second top story headline is titled, States Slashing Social Programs for Vulnerable.

It's life at the other end of the spectrum post Lehman Brothers falling. It's about the frail elderly struggling without home-care aides to help them, ending dental coverage for adults on Medicare, child protection agencies no longer being able to investigate reports of potential abuse or neglect, sharply reduced counseling of families deemed at risk of violence, waiting lists growing and growing and growing.

Mr. Jung would probably poo-poo their disaster, after all, he has his own to worry about. He'd say, they should have prepared better, saved their money, worked harder. he'd say that those poor people shouldn't procreate. He'd have an answer for everything but not one penny to help. Tax increases to ensure that kids don't get beaten by their drunken dads or for over worked, underpaid home-care aides to help bath someone's mother or grandmother? What-are-we socialists?

I'm being harsh aren't I? Mr. Jung is probably a fine man, but when you predicate your philosophy on, "If people were just better than they are" and not, "As they are," you are dealing in useless abstractions and not reality. Of course ... of what use is reality to Mr. Jung? His job is to sell a dream, a dream of wealth and acquisition. He deals in abstractions everyday. He builds card houses in the wind for you and me but mostly for him.    Gene

P. S. Happy Easter!Easter_Bunny_family_doorste.jpg

04/11/2009

Deja vu all over again

These are your choices, bad or worse,
 
A few things have piqued my interest lately. I should have, or could have, written full blown blogs about them, they were certainly worthy, but as you young people say, "Whatever."
 
A goodly portion of that interest was piqued by Obama and his crew who seem determined to mimic his predecessor in his warring ways and in adherence to the unitary executive theory. 
 
As foretold by the most pedestrian of pundits, Obama isn't willing to cede any of his newly acquired presidential powers, presidential powers that were implemented right under our noses and given legitimacy with righteous sounding names like, Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism, a.k.a., the USA Patriot Act and the Military Commissions Act of 2006.
 
The Bush tribe under the false pretext of protecting Americans and by appealing to the basest of all human emotions, fear, circumvented, no less and probably more than, the 1st, 4th, 5th, 6th, 8th, and 9th amendments to the constitution, that he, along with every chief executive before and after, has sworn to uphold and protect.
 
So what does Obama do? He cleans house right? Wrong. He embraces and wants to expand the Patriot Act to make it illegal to sue the government should it be caught red handed spying on it's citizens. Obama Administration Quietly Expands Bush's Legal Defense of Warrantless Wiretapping | Rights and Liberties | AlterNet:
In a stunning defense of President George W. Bush's warrantless wiretapping program, President Barack Obama has broadened the government's legal argument for immunizing his Administration and government agencies from lawsuits surrounding the National Security Agency's eavesdropping efforts.

In fact, a close read of a government filing last Friday reveals that the Obama Administration has gone beyond any previous legal claims put forth by former President Bush.

Responding to a lawsuit filed by a civil liberties group, the Justice Department argued that the government was protected by "sovereign immunity" from lawsuits because of a little-noticed clause in the Patriot Act. The government's legal filing can be read here (PDF).
The above, combined with the recent increases in troop strength in Afghanistan, the drone attacks on Pakistan and, yes, even *extraordinary rendition, to name a few, are weighing heavily on those of us who managed to squeeze one last drop of hope for a new tomorrow from our otherwise hopelessly entangled lives.
 
Either we've been bait-and-switched or things are a lot worse in the "War on Terror" than we ever imagined. That would grant Bush and Cheney the saintly status of being prescient and immovable in their mission to make the world a safer more democratic place in spite of the cry baby lefties like me who still believe that war is an admission of failure that should only be used as a last resort and, if launched on a lark with cherry picked and planted intelligence, such as it was in Iraq, then the full force of the law should be brought to bear against the imposters that perpetrated this travesty.
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Could it be that Obama refuses to prosecute the Bush cabal because he is a closet war monger also intent on establishing his tough guy bona fides? Which is it and how will we ever know?
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*Obama preserves renditions as counter-terrorism tool - Los AngelesTimes:Under executive orders issued by Obama recently, the CIA still has authority to carry out what are known as renditions, secret abductions and transfers of prisoners to countries that cooperate with the United States.

04/08/2009

The daily rant

I've opposed it as long as I can. I know it's wrong on every level but everyone's doing it!
 
My mother would have said "If Stevie jumps off the bridge, are you going to jump off the bridge too?" Then, I'd have meekly conceded her point in the midst of my frustration at not being able to make her see mine. Today, I'd have to respond, "Jump? I'll push the motherfucker!"
 
Today, we're living in a new age, a murderous, angry age. We've become, are becoming, a nation of killers just waiting for the right combination of circumstances to send us dutifully off on our spree.
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Today, we don't believe in civilization, it has no appreciative benefits. We are lone wolves working our ever decreasing domains. The guys that live like the Kings we aspire to be are crooks and dictators, petty tyrants squeezing the last drop of blood from whatever they can wrap their pudgy hands around. They control the food, the air and the water. To get what we want, we've convinced ourselves, ruthlessness must become part of our national character.
 
And so, we kill indiscriminately, we have the *Cheney 1% doctrine, we have **drones in the sky, we have guns and bullets, so much so that, post Obama's election, gun dealers can't keep guns or ammunition on the shelves. Headache? Take an aspirin. Fear that the government is plotting to take away your gun? Buy more, and more and more. Stock up, the revolution is just behind the next bend. Let it all hang out: the fear, the hate, the racism, no more pretensions, it's kill or be killed.
 
The irony? We elected Obama for hope's sake, for a fleeting vision of what might be, but, in this world, can never be. It's not fashionable to have hope, to move ahead, to be brave enough to admit that we've been wrong and vow to do what's right. No, rather we regress into our primitive selves. Paraphrasing Thoreau:
 Why do we always crucify Christ and excommunicate Copernicus and Luther...
I'll add why do we always reward the brute, the ones with blood on their hands, the Cheney's, Bush's and Rumsfeld's. Why do we always enrich the top and disparage the bottom.
 
Our guns can't protect us from what's really wrong. You can't shoot an idea. We consider it, on some abstract level, as matter of pride to have our cold dead fingers pried from our guns while along all it's been is a symbol of our impotence and ignorance, a cheap substitute for real courage.
 
The courage we need is the courage to deal with the ones whom we would make our enemies, the minorities, the Muslims, the poor, not characterize them as inferior and unworthy simply because it saves us a few awkward moments. When will the fear bubble burst? When will we wake up?     Gene
 
 
*Ron Suskind writes in his book "The One Percent Doctrine," that Vice President Dick Cheney forcefully stated that the war on terror empowered the Bush administration to act without the need for evidence or extensive analysis.

Suskind describes the Cheney doctrine as follows: "Even if there's just a 1 percent chance of the unimaginable coming due, act as if it is a certainty. It's not about 'our analysis,' as Cheney said. It's about 'our response.' … Justified or not, fact-based or not, 'our response' is what matters. As to 'evidence,' the bar was set so low that the word itself almost didn't apply."


04/07/2009

Enough is enough

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I've seen three rabid raccoons in my life. The first was outside the South Park Theatre dressing room. A big, strong marine was in cast playing an American service man station in England during the war. His wife played his love interest.
 
The Raccoon showed up while the cast was on a break during rehearsal. Keith, the marine, sprang into action. Somewhere, probably the prop room, Keith grabbed a baseball bat and gave the coon a home run swing to the head. The coon seemed slightly annoyed but not much worse for the wear. The women were screaming, I was waiting for the coon to launch himself at someone in a death inspired tangle of claws and teeth. Keith reared back and took a second Barry Bonds on performance enhancing drugs swing. The coon went down. I think I saw a bulge in Keith's jeans.
 
The second time was much less remarkable. I was hiking and this stupid raccoon, looking, as if, it were human, it would have been muttering to itself, walked right by me. I was post facto terrified thinking about what could have been.
 
The third encounter of the raccoon kind took place this past weekend. My wife and I were sitting in the living room staring hypnotically at the talking picture box that tells us what to buy when car horn after car horn took up the call. It sounded like an automobile mating ritual outside. Away to the window my wife flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash, I told her the sash looked funny.
 
The perspective from the window wasn't optimum and so the front porch was employed for its more comprehensive view. A Raccoon, apparently rabid, was wandering willy nilly in front of the house in the middle of the highway. This facilitated a phone call to the local constabulary. The local constabulary has made several visits to our humble home in the past but that's fodder for another time and another blog.
 
The officer parked, took a few minutes to assess the situation, got out of his car and discharged his sidearm into the beast. I saw him draw his gun and was prepared but Nancy, my wife, wasn't. Luckily she doesn't have a weak heart.
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The policeman got into his car and drove away. I assumed that someone, the road kill clean-up squad, or ... someone would come back and dispose of the soon-to-be raccoon carcass, once he stopped kicking and twitching that is, but I assumed wrongly. Two days later, yesterday, the racoon was unknowingly carried away, put to rest by West Mifflin Borough's finest, packed in a plastic bag and placed in a box.
 
This is my testament, may it serve to spare me any future encounters with rabid raccoons because, frankly, I've seen enough.  Gene

04/06/2009

BANG, you're dead

Gun fun,
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Everyone has a theory that just happens  to coincide with their predetermined conclusion. If you are pro-gun and pro-having zero restrictions on your dubious right to own arms, up to and including assault weapons and God knows what else, then you must conclude that it's the person and not the gun that killed three police officers who answered a "domestic dispute" call in Pittsburgh at Richard Poplawski's mother's house yesterday. 
 
The NRA's contention that having a gun serves as a deterrent against someone intent on shooting you in the face has also been blown to hell. Three, armed and trained police officers didn't have the time or where-with-all to defend themselves against a gun wielding madman, what chance does Joe Average have?
 
We've been paying the price for being a gun-happy society for as long as I can remember but I don't advocate taking guns away from the masses solely because it isn't possible. The NRA will always insure that guns are plentiful. We haven't plumbed the depth of their resources or their manic determination. Preemptively, they have, at anytime, primed gun rights to become the defining issue of our times appealing to the fear, hatred and righteous indignation of people that find it organically impossible to shake themselves out of their torpor for any other reason.
 
We've made our pact with the devil; to live and die by the gun.   Gene

04/02/2009

What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the goose

I am not a crook!
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Hooray, the legal system has worked for none other than Alaskan Senator, Ted Stevens. That means, since such a high profile case such as Stevens' can be adjudicated via prosecutorial review, that Joe Everyman has the same chance that the wheels of justice will eventually align in his favor and if his case wasn't handled by the book he'll walk away a free man too.
 
Hahahahhaa, what a joke. Cops twist, turn and change their stories everyday, evidence gets lost, witnesses don't show, Judges fall asleep, say outrageous shit, one was *masturbating with a penis pump during trial. not to mention that most white men are afraid of negros and would gladly live in a world where they didn't exist, or, save that, were kept behind bars.
 
"But that's not the norm" you say. No, it's not and no one knows what the norm is. Bribes, favors, and preferential treatment are as relevant as legal statutes and court proceedings. The general consensus is if you're poor, you're probably guilty and if you're rich or politically connected it doesn't matter whether or not your guilty as long as no one that may upset the applecart is watching.
 
If the roles were reversed, would poor people be any better at administering justice? Hell no. Does justice, in spite of everything, at times prevail? Hell yes. What is it then? Why, when Ted Stevens walks, do we know that he was granted some kind of special indulgence? Furthermore, for him to claim vindication on the original charges because he was released on a technicality is just an indication of how un-vindicated he is.
 
Or, is this part of a political game being played on high with Eric Holder showing the republicans, post State Attorney General scandal, just how fair minded the Obama administration intends to be? Meanwhile, **Don Siegelman asks, Where's my justice?   Gene
 
 
**Siegelman has suffered a different fate. He was convicted and jailed in 2006, in connection to his appointment of a campaign contributor to a state board. Though he is now out of jail pending his appeal, the conviction is still standing, despite evidence that the prosecution was politically motivated -- a witness has given sworn testimony that Karl Rove was involved -- and despite numerous credible allegations of misconduct on the part of prosecutors, jurors, and the judge. Some of the most compelling allegations involve withholding of evidence by prosecutors from the defense.

04/01/2009

Go to your Gawd like a soldier

The hard reality of high expectations,
 
The dreams of a war free country intent on solving its internal problems, humbled by circumstance and impossible odds while being pimped and raped by ideologues and imposters, have evaporated into the ether and a new sycophantic reality has taken hold, molding to the old ways so seamlessly that war has become a given, an unremarkable assumption taken for granted.
 
We've been played or maybe not depending on whether or not you believe that the United States wants Afghanistan cleansed of anyone that would do us harm. That in itself is a frightening prospect, no country has ever conquered or subjugated Afghanistan although many, going back as far as Alexander the Great, have tried. Rudyard Kipling wrote in, The Young British Soldier:
 
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
      Go, go, go like a soldier,
      Go, go, go like a soldier,
      Go, go, go like a soldier,
         So-oldier _of_ the Queen!
But what if Afghanistan is only a jumping off point for Pakistan? Approaching Pakistan directly, post A. Q. Khan and his nuclear arsenal, is as unlikely as it is for us to topple North Korea and kim Jong-il's baby-faced, nuclear armed atrocity of a country.  
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Are we destined to play cat and mouse with Pakistan via Afghanistan, send in the drones, there ought to be drones and bring the art of war to a new level? Will having a drone battle with drone warriors make drones of us? Surely it will.
 
It's the perfect American solution, long distance war. Keep the blood and guts where it belongs and raise our children on violent video games so that anyone can step into the role of long distance assassin at the drop of an informer or western sympathizer. They'll never be a shortage of people willing to ace ragheads thousands of miles away from the safety and comfort of their well stocked lairs. Food, drink, brotherhood and massive enemy casualties all on a lazy Sunday afternoon, professional football will pale by comparison.
 
We're only ahead until the technology catches up and then what? We fucked a hole big and wide in Iraq and now are willing to walk away as if we are leaving a marble paved Shangri-La behind.
 
Is there a mathematic calculation here that I'm ignoring, such that, we must destroy the enemies we create on, at least, a one to one basis? Do we think we can protect ourselves from another Islamic extremist sucker punch? Have we become complicit in the end of all things progressive and good? Stop the world! We need to sort it out, shut it down, we need to shake it free of the hostile vermin that, in our imagination, have become larger, stronger and more diversified than they really are?
 
Obama you are only a man after all.     Gene

03/29/2009

Shout it from the rooftops

Today's New York Times,

LONDON — A Spanish court has taken the first steps toward opening a criminal investigation into allegations that six former high-level Bush administration officials violated international law by providing the legal framework to justify the torture of prisoners at Guantánamo Bay, Cuba, an official close to the case said: Spanish Court Weighs Inquiry on Torture for 6 Bush-Era Officials - NYTimes.com

03/28/2009

Hannah Friedman


03/27/2009

To everything there is a season

Ecclesiastes Amended

To everything there is a season, and
a time to every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born, and
a time to die;
a time to plant, and
a time to pluck up that which is planed

A time to insure bundled sub-prime loans
a time for credit default swaps
a time to call them "securities"
a time to sell them to investors

A time to kill, and
a time to heal;
a time to break down, and
a time to build up

A time for sub-prime borrowers to quit paying
a time for investors to quit buying
a time for mortgage backed securities to burst their bubble
a time for shit to flow downhill

A time to weep, and
a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and
a time to dance

A time for downgraded brokerages
a time for brokerages to collapse
a time for CEOs to salvage bonuses
a time to wipeout shareholders

A time to cast away stones, and
a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and
a time to refrain from embracing

A time to cry out for government intervention
a time for financial systems to crash and burn
a time for the Feds to consider nationalization
a time to Nationalize

A time to get, and
a time to lose;
a time to keep, and
a time to cast away

A time to re-regulate
a time to bring back Glass-Steagall
a time to close the loopholes
a time to make the economy serve the people

A time to rend, and
a time to sow;
a time to keep silence, and
a time to speak

A time for clarity
a time to call a spade a spade
a time to expose the liars and thieves
a time for jail

A time to love, and
a time to hate;
a time of war; and
a time of peace.

03/24/2009

A wealth of metaphors

*Why did the the golfer wear only one shoe?
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In the golf movie, Tin Cup, Kevin Costner tees off over a lake over and over again, earning stroke after stroke, until he finally clears the water and lands a hole-in-one.
 
First the crowd is incredulous, then, he moves them to hopeful spirals with his guts and sheer determination, finally, they feel shamed by his breach of respect for himself, the game and them, that is, until he gets his obligatory hole-in-one.
 
He still loses the game but, in his own way, ends up a winner. It's a metaphor for sticking to your beliefs regardless of the opposition. It's also bullshit. When something is wrong or a stupid thing to do, doing it over and over will never make it correct.
 
Enter economic policy gurus. The hole-in-one philosophy is the ultimate crowd pleaser, the long shot, the most audacious AND ostentatious shot we have at financial redemption, and, because we're Americans that always win in the last few seconds of play, we take it.
 
Wielding the club is hard to say, it's either: George W. Bush, Obama, Timothy Geithner,  Wall Street, Gordon Gekko, 5 large banks, AIG, or Henry Paulson acting individually or in concert with one another. The ball sinking in the lake, over and over again, is you, me, our kids and kid's kids.
 
The cheering fans are the Wall Street Barons, brokers big and small, all lined up to receive their commissions, bonuses, insider trader secrets ...
 
You get the idea and MY metaphor has also gone awry. But what, besides money, describes money better? And, what does what money does better? All we have are words without a whole lot of value, unless uttered by someone famous or as infamous as Jack the Ripper.
 
Laura Bush was advanced 6 million for her book. Why? Has she discovered some, heretofore, unknown word crafting art unparalleled in its cadence, rhythm and meaning, unparalleled at least since William Shakespeare was knee-high to a plague-house watchman?
 
No, she has juice, Wall Street had juice. AIG was the king of the Juice Men but, like a squeezed lemon, America has become juiceless. We had lemons and we made lemonade. Now, even the sour-puss lemons are gone.
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I'm thinking potatoes. Potatoes the next big thing? Let's ask the Irish, they've had lots of experience with potatoes, oh, and with imperialists.
    Gene
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*He had a hole-in-one

03/23/2009

AIG: Matt Taibbi of 'The Rolling Stone' explains it all

This is lengthy, full of acronyms and the plot it exposes was designed by the rich and powerful to be largely inaccessible to everyone but the initiates of the convoluted worlds of high finance gone wild, on steroids, and off the reservation. 

Matt Taibbi does a yeoman's job of making it understandable. If you really want to know who's to blame, what went wrong and why, here it is. The Big Takeover: How Wall Street Insiders are Using the Bailout to Stage a Revolution | Corporate Accountability and WorkPla...

03/22/2009

This little piggy went WHEEEEEE all the way home

AIG = PIG,

We all know enough about AIG to hate its disregard for common sense, taxpayer money and mostly its unrepentant greed. Irrespective of Timothy Geithner's fuzzy timelines, Obama's, "You're doin a heck-of-a-job Timmy" attitude, we still get it; some people think it's OK to live large on the backs of people living decreasing smaller and smaller lives.

Talk about your sense of entitlement, isn't that what we hear whenever a pseudo conservative deigns to use his finest demagoguery to villanize a whole class of people? Entitlement? Entitled to what? Food, public services, public housing and a host of other things that the average American takes for granted and at a 8.7 % slice of the budget pie, less than a dime on the dollar? Oh, it's going to go up, but only because jobs that pay a REAL living wage are going down. And who's fault is that? The same wanna-be-conservatives that see nothing wrong on bailing on the American worker whenever a widget can be made a few cents cheaper in a country that outlaws unions, environmental protections and either jails or murders dissenters.

And of course, they all need a banks and of course the banks need insurance and of course the insurance companies that insure these banks charge premiums and that's how they make money, except, AIG's parent company took the profit from its insurance divisions lent them to Wall Street for cash and then invested that cash in ... sub-prime mortgages.

So, of course these righteous fiduciaries deserve bonuses; for their insight and vision, their unflagging dedication to their investors, their investment acumen and because nothing, nothing is sadder than a ex-CEO having to scrape along on millions and millions but without their beloved bonus.

03/20/2009

America, fuck yeah!

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It may have slipped away unnoticed but yesterday was the 6th anniversary of our glorious war in Iraq. Dick Cheney told John King on Sunday, the 15th, that we've fulfilled all of our goals there, oh, and that Obama has made us less safe.
"We have succeeded in creating in the heart of the Middle East a democratically governed Iraq, and that is a big deal, and it is, in fact, what we set out to do,"
Whew ... for some reason I though it all turned to shit in Iraq but as Cheney has clearly stated: we set out to build a democracy in Iraq and then we did ... wait a minute, we never set out to build a democracy in Iraq!
 
We went there to make the world safer by disarming Saddam Hussein of weapons he didn't have, that an objective review of the intelligence said he didn't have, that the weapon inspectors in Iraq said he didn't have. Gee, when Alan Greenspan said in his latest book that everyone knew but wouldn't acknowledge that the Iraq war was about oil and then backtracked like a dog furiously trying to bury his shit, could he have been on to something? 
 “I am saddened that it is politically inconvenient to acknowledge what everyone knows: the Iraq war is largely about oil,” he says.
He's sad but at least he's not dead, or lying in a Vet's hospital burnt beyond recognition with, maybe, a limb or two missing.
 
On Wednesday Rod Nordland and Jad Mouawad of the New York Times wrote:
To attract badly needed investments to increase its oil production, the Iraqi government is considering new incentives for foreign companies, including plans to offer majority stakes in joint ventures to develop the country’s huge oil and gas fields, senior Iraqi officials said Wednesday.

Foreign companies could own as much as 75 percent of the new ventures, the officials said. In its negotiations with dozens of international companies, including Exxon Mobil and Royal Dutch Shell, Iraq had until now offered stakes of no more than 49 percent in new joint ventures to develop existing and new oil fields.

So, could we say, that in the end, we decimated a country, made refugees of 4 million of it's people, killed, perhaps as many a million, lost over 4000 American soldiers, disabled thousands more and threw away a large percentage of our nation's wealth for a 26% increase in our share of the Iraq oil pie? You bet we could.

It's one of the worst "investments" of all time. There's not enough oil crammed into all of the Earth's substrates to ever pay us back. Like AIG and a host of our other recent financial debacles, we have given away up front money, easily raked off the top, easily hidden through the dark arts of questionable accounting practices, easily excused by saying, " mission accomplished" to an elite class of thieves and murderers, thieves and murderers who have somehow convinced us that their cause is just and that to not cooperate with them is the real crime.   Gene

03/19/2009

Court day

Never too old to go to court,
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Sometimes I feel old, recovering after a hectic day ... the "recovering" part is relatively new. or, as *Kingsly Baldwin used to say, "I used to be a ball of fire."  
 
Today was court, my daughter didn't have to testify, the district attorney convinced her antagonist to plead guilty rather than lose and suffer the wrath of Judge Donna Jo McDaniel. She had previously sentenced a child molester (he sexually assaulted 3 of his own children) to 30 to 60 years. She made it clear that if he tries to contact our daughter in ANY way and we can prove it, he'll be put away for 13 years. Hooray, It's been a long time coming.
 
Waiting for trial is always a lesson in itself. The cops look generally overfed and prepared for any act of defiance in the extreme. The lawyers sport gold and diamonds, not to mention are the best dressed in the room. The rest of us look like hapless cretins; poor, tired huddled wretches yearning to breath free or just get a break.
 
The system flows smoothly albeit slowly. When I was younger, involved in my own legal quagmires, I imagined myself creating a scene, screaming, objecting and pointing out the absurdity of it all. Now it's like a dream sequence where protoplasmic beings drift in and out, where I drift in and out.
 
I searched far and wide to find a cheap parking place. After court we had lunch even further from where I parked. Since my wife is still walker bound, I did a solo to retrieve the car. I have to get out more, my legs deserve better.
 
Today all is well, I don't think you can get drunk enough to throw away 13 years of your life, but who am I kidding? It happens all the time, the court rooms are full of just such people.  Gene
 
*I used to work on various jobs with Kingsly Baldwin, he was an Ace drywall finisher. I always admired his parents spunk for naming him Kingsly.

03/18/2009

Deleted but not forgotten

Less personal personal shit,
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I deleted the last post I wrote, it was too personal. There's a fine line that I may have crossed. I'm not entirely afraid of the truth but it's always easier to expose someone else's failures than your own. It's a cheap and easy way of feeling superior.
 
Meanwhile, I recorded all the saved, threatening messages that my youngest daughter's ex-boyfriend left on our answering machine over the last two years. There's a hour of drunken ramblings, sloppy "I love you's," unbridled anger and, surprisingly, he mentions me several times. He likes me, he hates me, he wishes me the best, he wishes I was dead.  
 
A family counselling agency told my daughter that there's a chance he may be released after tomorrow's trial, testimony, court hearing or whatever legal vernacular currently in use to deprive the people of a clear understanding of what's happening.
 
My daughter's Subpoena lists the charges as: harassment, terroristic  threats, stalking and orders my daughter to appear. He's been incarcerated for almost a year already, are they just getting around to a trial now? If they sentence him to time served, will he be out and back to his old tricks by tomorrow evening only this time with a severe case of the "I'm going to kill them all" blues?
 
I'd like the luxury of doing a Bush and dare him to "Bring it on" but the Secret Service is off this week and the electric fence is down for repairs.
 
If there's any parallel threads between the "Tale of Two Daughters" that I've been weaving over the last several days, it's this; jail is an ugly, frightening place, but it's meant to be ugly and frightening so that people tow the straight and narrow.
 
You fuck-up bad enough and you go, but, since we give lip service to believing in redemption and a second chance, once you've been released you shouldn't have to struggle with the stigma of having been convicted of a crime to the point where you can't find work or a place to live. If the punishment is going to extend forever in all directions what's the point in being released? You may as well live among the criminals. And if you're black in this man's white America ... god help you.    Gene

03/16/2009

A brief update

Weathering the tough times,
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The youngest daughter testifies against her former lover, turned abuser, turned terroristic threatener, in a week. The oldest daughter's husband goes to jail on Friday. She's going to have it rough. Her husband hates us, me in particular, because I attacked him once. He forbids her from having normal relations with us but he'll be in jail while the guy he hit head-on with his truck is still dead.
 
Damn relationships, if you have a non-abusive one with a significant other that can talk, communicate and otherwise weigh the consequences of their actions against what's best for you and the kids, if any, be grateful.  
 
My wife has been able to put weight on her foot and can walk a little. She's scheduled to go back to work at the beginning of April. She's done everything that the doctors have recommended: the physical therapy, the ice, the elevations, the antibiotics, and now she is seeing the benefits.  
 
The permutations of life go on and on. We are the products of those same permutations started long ago. As long as the sun beats down on the Earth, that energy needs somewhere to go. Why are we such poor judges of how to channel it?   Gene
 

03/11/2009

Shrugging our way through economic doom

Re:Will Menaker: The Leader Approved Guide To Goin' Galt in yesterday's Huffington Post, (Blog and inclusion of the Wood Brothers song, Atlas, based on correspondence with Bill) 06_Atlas.mp3
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I read Atlas Shrugged, referred to in the above link, sometime back in the early 70's. I don't remember much about it but why place this novel and author at the *apex of the conservative movement? It's more than likely because of the concept mentioned in the above article referred to as, "Going Galt" which boils down to the opposite of a labor strike i.e., a cautionary tale of the free marketeers  withholding their talent for making themselves stinkingly wealthy from a society that so desperately needs them and can't manage without them.
 "We are on strike," Galt says. "This is the strike of the men of the mind, Miss Taggart...We are on strike against those who believe that one man must exist for the sake of another...The mind is evil? We have withdrawn the works of our minds from society, and not a single idea of ours is to be known or used by men...We are giving men everything they've professed to want and to seek as virtue for centuries. Now let them see whether they want it."
They'll show us, get even with us and return someday like Jesus in the sky to a new found appreciation bordering on adoration, even worship.
 
It's interesting to note, for reasons that will become apparent, that one interwoven plot line of Ann Rand's novel revolves around an abandoned and rediscovered motor invented, by John Galt, that runs on atmospheric static electricity, virtual free power and it's implications in the book.
 
Although a utopian society based on Galt's motor never emerges for the world at large, in a secret valley in Colorado, disguised through some hocus pocus electrical ray, the superior industrialists and mavens of capitalism who have decided to withhold their genius from the world, thrive, gleaning free power from Galt's magic motor and living romance novel lives. This is at the heart of Ayn Rand's psychology; being wooed and screwed by her imaginary all powerful, Adonis-like lovers, in her mind, her equals.
 
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In the real world, when **Nicola Tesla was being funded by J.P. Morgan to build what Morgan thought would be an immensely profitable contraption, Morgan abruptly de-funded the project when it was close to being completed and eventually had it dynamited once he found out its purpose was to broadcast free power across the Earth. J.P. Morgan famously asked, "Where do I put the meter?" To which Tesla had no reply.
 
According to Ayn Rand's novel the motor that would liberate mankind from ever again having to labor long and hard was withheld in order to teach the lesser classes a lesson; mind your betters or pay a terrible price. In real life, when Tesla's dream of immediate, readily available power was coming into fruition, the carpet was pulled not because mankind hadn't paid the proper penitence but because J.P. Morgan couldn't figure out how to turn a profit with it and, in this case, Morgan's only talent was in exploiting the true Genius who single-handedly brought the world cheap, useable, electric power that, unlike Edison's DC power, could be transmitted over long distances.
 
Although Tesla held almost 300 know patents and possibly 1200 worldwide, he died penniless, his reward for his endless inovation and remarkable genius.
 
*Ayn Rand has been elevated to cult status among many powerful conservatives. Allan Greenspan was one of the members of Ayn Rand's inner circle, the Ayn Rand Collective, who read Atlas Shrugged while it was being written in the 50s.
 
**........When Nikola Tesla invented the AC (alternating current) induction motor, he had great difficulty convincing men of his time to believe in it. Thomas Edison was in favor of direct current (DC) electricity and opposed AC electricity strenuously. Tesla eventually sold his rights to his alternating current patents to George Westinghouse for $1,000,000. After paying off his investors, Tesla spent his remaining funds on his other inventions and culminated his efforts in a major breakthrough in 1899 at Colorado Springs by transmitting 100 million volts of high-frequency electric power wirelessly over a distance of 26 miles at which he lit up a bank of 200 light bulbs and ran one electric motor! With this souped up version of his Tesla coil, Tesla claimed that only 5% of the transmitted energy was lost in the process. But broke of funds again, he looked for investors to back his project of broadcasting electric power in almost unlimited amounts to any point on the globe. The method he would use to produce this wireless power was to employ the earth's own resonance with its specific vibrational frequency to conduct AC electricity via a large electric oscillator. When J.P. Morgan agreed to underwrite Tesla's project, a strange structure was begun and almost completed near Wardenclyffe in Long Island, N.Y. Looking like a huge lattice-like, wooden oil derrick with a mushroom cap, it had a total height of 200 feet. Then suddenly, Morgan withdrew his support to the project in 1906, and eventually the structure was dynamited and brought down in 1917.

 

03/09/2009

Goober? Moi?

Call me a goober but this shit fascinates me,

03/08/2009

Empty barrels make the most noise and have the most fun

Struggling to write something different for a change and not succeeding,
It occurs to me, and probably, long ago to you, that, I've been writing the same blog over and over. First I chronicle the latest malfeasance of ( fill in the blank______________ ) and then I wax eloquent on the goodness of some or the evilness of most, sometimes including a news story that struck a cord with me and plainly demonstrates the hypocrisy and, in most cases, the intentional neglect of the ruling classes.   
 
I thought to do so was ok, because it's my spin being applied to the subject at hand, my words, my ideas, and my fingers doing the typing but I'm bored with myself and my questionable altruism. I often ask, retorically and to myself, whenever the standard nefarious blowhards put forth their bile, "What's your claim to fame? What are your qualifications, besides having a microphone stationed in front of your face for the last 30 years?"  " Well, what are mine? 
 
I didn't fight no stinkin wars. I turned coat and stayed alive. I shared "other priorities" with Dick Cheney. But then again, I never advocated no stinkin wars. I chuckled along with the other Boy Scout Leaders of my son's troop, when the most outspoken amongst us said about the Middle Easterners, "Nuke em and let God sort them out," and I've been known to tell a racist, sexist, homophobic joke myself.
 
It's a dance we do with our peers, it tells them that we are one with them. We share their lack of values disguised as values. Try to fight every fight in this world, go ahead. Plus, experience has shown that a lot of the negative stereotypical behaviour has a firm basis in reality. I say, thank God. What do we want, such homogeneousness that to have an identity is to be seen as a negative?
 
Anyway, an uptight America will never get us where we need to go, and sure, words have power but it's only the power we give them and by "we" I mean the consumers of words not the empty barrels being banged around for your entertainment, amusement and self-destruction.   Gene

03/07/2009

Cancer spreads through the system

Plunges, downturns and falling from the stars,
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Yippee, I'm alive. I survived another week despite emotional turmoil, physical turmoil and with luck and the skin of my teeth, financial turmoil. I wish I could say the same for the rest of us trying to hold our lives together with bailing wire and chewing gum.
 
If the stock market keeps plunging and there's no indication that it won't, eventually, we'll all be dragged into the black hole of persona non grata. Pension funds are evaporating and hard working, salts of the earth, good American are postponing their retirements in hopes that a fscal miracle is in the works. Thank God we didn't allow ourselves to get rooked into privatised social security.
 
Meanwhile, in Dubai the United Arab Emirates can't build things big enough, spectacular enough or fast enough to satisfy their appetite to displace us as the most indulgent people on the face of the earth. You can argue that it's not indulgence that drives them, that it's good old capitalism squared but in the end they are the same thing; an appeal to the ultra-wealthy to be able to place themselves at the apex of exclusivity.
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One year ago 25 percent, that's 30,000 of the world’s operating
construction cranes, were employed in Dubai. 
dubai-towers.jpg
 
We played our hand and bet the house on unregulated capitalism. We were use to winning through superior skill or bluffing and buying our way to the poker hall of fame. We held all the aces and rubbed them in your face for good measure.
 
The tables have turned and now we lose, unfortunately, since the rest of the world has welcomed our bankers and businesses into their more frugal, less indulgent lives, the world loses too, except for our mid eastern, and eastern allies who wouldn't raise one finger to help us out of our morass if it didn't serve their needs first and foremost. Can you blame them?
 
Meanwhile, we fight a misdirected war or two against nothing in particular, against the possibility that some nation somewhere may become a threat and is chomping at the bit to nuke the shit outta us. The further this madness drives its tendrils into our proud but stupid American psyches the more potential enemies appear on our horizons of fear. 
Even more cynically, if we fight merely to reshape the world in our image, or more properly, in capitalism's image, we have failed there too. Modern armies of any age have never been able to defeat guerilla tactics.
 
So let's celebrate, it's come to fruition. All of our plans, hopes and dreams have been realised, our early visions, that generated weath for investors as a sidebar, fell woefully short of our means and when our ladder reached the stars, we fell backwards, unable to grasp the next missing rung.
like Icarus we have fallen to the Earth, our wings having been fastened with wax by our forefather were melted by the sun.   Gene
 

03/03/2009

We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue

There was an electric (not electronic) football game that was popular when I was young. At Its heart was an electromagnet vibrating a plate, in turn, the plate vibrated a metal sheet designed to resemble a foodball field. Tiny football players, their feet may have been magnetic so that they could stay upright, moved across the board in accordance with the standing waves that were generated by the vibrating plate.
 
The tiny football players resembled real football players in two ways; they had uniforms and they moved. While actual football players move according to some predetermined plan, these magnetic football warriors moved randomly but randomised movement is all that's necessary for a game that imitates a game. Order, necessary for any good game, in this case, was imposed by outside forces; the players of the game rather than the mechanised players in the game.
 
Today, we are the mechanised players in the game. We vibrate down the field never knowing if we are heading toward our goalpost or our opponents goalpost. Rules and regulations are imposed by a higher order of  players who may, they themselves, be only players in a larger game controlled by who knows who or what.
 
Like the magnet, the prime movers in the game we play are the ones capturing the largest audiences, not through erudition or eloquence, but through pure volume and ubiquitousness, Rush Limbaugh and his ilk.
 
They make nonsensical pronouncements, use arguments riddled with fallacy and flights of fancy and  proudly declare their divisiveness and dedication to only their self interests. All the while, a small percentage of America yelps like Hyenas in agreement.
 
They never stop for one second to examine what is being put forth or said and never, ever consider the consequences of leaving the rest of us in the dust. Arrested development and insatiable egos are their salient qualities and yet are perversely touted as being masterfully conceived, as if, they struggled long and hard designing a system that revolved around one thing, their needs and wants.
 
As much as Rush Limbaugh wants Obama to fail, he has already failed, as a human being. Having ga-zillions isn't enough, he wants to be loved but until he frees himself from his golden chains he can never be.
 
The little players have vibrated themselves off the board and the whole mess has become short circuited and engulfed in flames. The jig is up. Game over. The Hyenas look on shocked that the tiny plastic and metal players would do this to themselves but in their hearts feel great satisfaction knowing that their system has once again self corrected, and the government has become their greatest patsy.   Gene

02/27/2009

From the sublime to the ludicrous

What can a 1,474 megapixel camera do? See for yourself! Fullscreen Gigapan Viewer My friend Bernie sent that to me and I replied that it reminded me of the 70s short film, YouTube - Powers Of 10 but then, I notice this, YouTube - The Powers of Ten Parody. It's a randy, raunchy romp through relativity, reality and ridiculousness, oh, and it's highly misogynistic.       Gene

02/26/2009

Castering my fate to the wind

Caster disaster,
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We borrowed a wheelchair when my wife became incapacitated almost 4 weeks ago. The front wheel, the pair are called casters even though they're not traditional caster type wheels, collapsed. The spokes gave up the ghost.
 
First I used lawnmower wheels to replace the casters. That would have been fine as long as neither a right or left turn were involved, but, because right and left turns are involved and lawnmower wheels are not designed to pivot, I went to my favorite, bail me out as cheaply as possible haven, Ebay.
 
No luck on Ebay, they had wheels but not the right ones. That meant buying new. I dread buying new for things I know are just lying in someone's basement collecting dust. I'll bet there are a million abandoned wheelchairs out there: in attics, basements, sheds, garages and the recondite corners of America with wheels, beautiful wheels, crying out to be spun, banged off curbs and obstacles and be cannibalised by a cheap bastard like me.
 
The wonder of the Internet hasn't, as of yet, developed to the point where I can put out a caster call and have zillions show up on my doorstep bidding themselves off for the lowest price their market will bear. So I did what I was loath to do, I bought new, shipping and all.
 
Damn it, repairing borrowed equipment with new parts that I have to pay for. Life is so unfair.   Gene

02/24/2009

Blab, Blab ...

Matt Wuerker, resident artist for Politics, Political News - POLITICO.com

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02/23/2009

Divide and be conquered

From Sunday's Pittsburgh Tribune Review: 'Benedict Arlen' plots with enemy,

by Tribune-Review staff

Arlen Specter appears spooked.

At a town hall meeting at Point Park University Thursday, the U.S. senator acknowledged his long political career was in jeopardy because of his vote supporting President Barack Obama's economic stimulus package.

Noting that he barely squeaked by former U.S. Rep. Pat Toomey in the 2004 GOP primary, Specter asked for help in the 2010 primary, which is more than a year away.

He suggested Democrat students in the crowd of about 100 temporarily change their registration to Republican so they could vote for him in the primary, then revert to their previous Democrat registration.

Perhaps Specter -- one of three Senate Republicans to vote for the stimulus bill -- was moved to make the request after meeting some angry voters earlier in the day in Cranberry.

At a press conference announcing federal funding for the expansion of Freedom Road, two people stood behind Specter holding signs that read "Benedict Arlen -- Wait Until 2010."

One woman disrupted the news conference to read a long statement complaining about Specter's "betrayal."

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My Response,

To the editorial staff,
 
On the Back Page of your Sunday, Opinion and commentary section, you have an article entitled:
Benedict Arlen plots with the enemy. I get the gist of the article and understand how the republicans feel about Arlen  Specter. We felt the same way about Joe Lieberman, that he has consistently betrayed his party.
 
This form of political backlash is nothing new, what is new is branding the other party, the one you oppose, as the enemy.
 
If the democrats are your enemy, who are al Queada and the Taliban? Who are the terrorists, someone you have a mild disagreement with? I think we have enough "enemies" in the world and have no need to create more out of our well intended countrymen. It's odd to hear the party that has fallen into disfavor with the American people call the majority the enemy. Consider this "enemy" as a subscriber no longer.    Gene

02/21/2009

The analogy and the interpretation

I ran across this story on the Internet this morning,
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Suppose that every  day, ten men go out for dinner. The bill for all ten comes to $100. If  they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

 * The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
 * The fifth would pay $1.
 * The sixth would pay $3.
 * The seventh $7.
 * The eighth $12.
 * The ninth $18.
 * The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.

So, that's what they decided to do. The ten men ate dinner in the restaurant every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve.

"Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily meal by $20."

So, now dinner for the ten only cost $80. The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes.

So, the first four men were unaffected. They would still eat for free. But what about the other six, the paying customers? How could they divvy up the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share'?

The six men realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the
fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being 'PAID' to eat their meal.

So, the restaurant owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.

 And so:

 * The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
 * The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33% savings).
 * The seventh now paid $5 instead of $7 (28% savings).
 * The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
 * The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
 * The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).
 
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Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to eat for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.

"I only got a dollar out of the $20," declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man "but he got $10!"

"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than me!"

"That's true!!" shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only $2? The wealthy get all the breaks!"


"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!"

The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn't show up for dinner, so the nine sat down and ate without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for
even half of the bill!

And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they
just may not show up at the table anymore. There are lots of good restaurants in Europe and the Caribbean.

 David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.
 Distinguished Professor of Economics
 536 Brooks Hall
 University of Georgia

David R. Kamerschen has denied he wrote this story. The authorship is uncertain but the message is clear. Eveything down to the line of Xs, that I included in bold, is factual. After that the men compare, argue and end up beating up the rich man. This is where the story becomes a matter of conjecture based on the ideology that class envy is always percolating under the surface and waiting to explode.
 
If this is true, why do the poorer people in the story wait until the restaurateur offers a discount to revolt, surely they have known all along that the richer men in the story live lives that can be seen as "better' than their own.
 
How about this equally plausible outcome; the 4 poor men in the story see that even when the cost of their meal has been reduced, they still do not have the means to contribute to the bill. They therefore decide that this arrangement isn't fair to the others and vow to work harder to increase their incomes so that they can contribute to the whole. The rich have provided an example of how much better life can be and they have used this incentive to improve their lives.
 
If you base your interpretation of what is to be on the false stereotypes you hold dear, the outcome will always favor your prejudices. There is an equal cross section of good and bad spread throughout society. The rich are not blessed with superior morals or judgement. They are clever at making money or being born into a family that has money and that's it.
 
The poor are not somehow inferior and do not beat up the rich man because they hate him for his wealth. History has more examples of the poor being exploited than the poor mounting a campaign against the rich.
 
Maybe, if, rather than having revolted against a foreign power; England, if, like the French, we would have, somewhere in our history, revolted against the oligarchy in THIS country, we would better understand these simple facts and the rich would better understand what is at stake when the poor are subjugated.    Gene
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P.S. Upon reflection, why worry about how to divvy up the 20 dollar discount? Rather, use the same percentages that were used when the bill was 100 dollar to determine what each person pays when the bill is 80 dollars, using the same percentages we have:
 
  • The first 4 men, the poorest, still pay nothing.
  • The fifth man pays 80 cents.
  • The sixth man pays 2.40.
  • The seventh pays 5.60.
  • The eighth pays 9.60.
  • The ninth pays 14.40.
  • The tenth pays 47.20.

Everyone pays less this way and dividing the bill is as fair as it was the first time when everyone was satisfied with the arrangement.

I just want to know one thing, why didn't the republican who designed this analogy factor in a tip?

02/20/2009

The republicans become the fly that George W. Bush was *tired of swatting

Turn off the lights and act like we're not home, those pesky republicans are at the door again,

I've been lax, I haven't been keeping up. But, then again, if keeping up means staying on top of every child rape story and the latest official taser gun murder, I feel vindicated. I thought Judge Dred, judge, jury and executioner, only existed in the movies.

Getting back to my laxness, If it wasn't for Keith Obermann and Rachel Maddow I don't know where I'd be, maybe a washed up blogger that few people read and almost no one responds too ... wait ....oh never mind.
 
To use a dated cliche there's been a sea change going on in the faux news world. Long gone are the days of objectivity. The republicans, God bless them, have showed us the way. For a while they were the only guys in the room shamelessly parading their chutzpa and disregard for decency and the truth. They did it the old fashioned way, through lies, character assassination and simple appeals to the lowest forms of patriotism.
 
Finally, after waiting and waiting to inherit the Earth, the liberal media just don't care anymore. They are playing Whack-a-Mole with the party of deceit and fear and It's so refreshing. If Rachel Maddow can find it in her to laugh at the republicans lack of anything but blind obedience to ... whatever it is that they are so blindly obedient to... so can I, so can you and so can America, belatedly, gasp at the Naked Emperors Club boys.
 
The wind bags are exhausted, It's hard to be more outrageous than they've been. They need new tactics, fresh thinking, new ideas ... and so ... newly elected NRC Chairman, Michael Steele wants to go hip hop. He told the New York Times:

“We want to convey that the modern-day G.O.P. looks like the conservative party that stands on principles,” Mr. Steele said. “But we want to apply them to urban-suburban hip-hop settings.”

That'll bring em running Michael. Seriously, Mr. Steele, did you ever see a republican dance?

It's beyond parody what these folks have become. The Religious Right wants a new name. How about the Hip Hop Religious Right? Shawn Hannity was pushing his pal Allen Stanford's Coins & Bullion business on his show saying, "Stanford Coins & Bullion, a member of the Stanford Financial Group, their name as good as gold." It turns out he may have meant, fool's gold. On Tuesday, Stanford was charged with allegedly trying to bilk 50,000 clients out of $8 billion through a scheme involving high-interest-rate CDs.

If, you're a republican Senator, you don't know whether to shit or go blind, or, to take your cut of the latest bailout. They all voted against it, but some, like Sen. Kit Bond (R-Mo) want to create the appearance, now that the money is rolling in, that they were somehow responsible for it. Think progress says,  Kit Bond Touts Effects Of Stimulus Bill He Voted Against:

Last week, Sen. Kit Bond (R-MO) slammed President Obama’s recovery and reinvestment plan. “Hold on to your wallets folks because with the passage of this trillion-dollar baby the Democrats will be poised to spend as much as $3 trillion in your tax dollars,” Bond said. “Unfortunately, this bill stimulates the debt, it stimulates the growth of government, but it doesn’t stimulate jobs,” Bond insisted.

However, today Bond is touring Missouri to tout the very stimulus plan he railed against. In a press release, Bond boasted about an amendment he included in the bill to provide more funding for affordable housing — and that will create jobs.

Eric Cantor, a republican congressman from Virginia who succeeded Roy Blunt as House Whip has opposed the Obama Bailout but voted for the Paulson, Bush fiasco. BuzzFlash has this, Eric Cantor is BuzzFlash.com's GOP Hypocrite of the Week:

Cantor ... has been highly critical of how TARP funds have been spent. In his argument against releasing TARP funds to the Obama Administration, Cantor appeared almost populist in tone, repeatedly railing against greedy financial institutions

But,

Last week, ProPublica.org poked a hole in Cantor's facade of moral superiority. The investigative news Web site revealed that Cantor's wife works for a bank that received $267 million from the first half of the bailout funds. From ProPublica.

Do as I say, not as I do? It's fair for me, not for you? Or, as Sly and the Family Stone said,  It's A Family Affair.mp3

Whatever... but the party of fiscal restraint, solid Ameican values and pulling yourself up by your bootstraps is looking real ill right now. Like the walrus of Lewis Carrol's poem, The Walrus and the Carpenter, whom I've oft quoted,

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

Gene

*Bush said in early spring, 'I'm tired of swatting flies.' He wanted a thorough, comprehensive, diplomatic, military, intelligence, law enforcement and financial strategy to go after al-Qaeda," Colin Powell said.

02/19/2009

War on euphoria

Poppies will make them sleep ...
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The 17,000 additional troops being sent to Afghanistan are chiefly being sent to the south where, according to McClatchy, McClatchy Washington Bureau | 02/17/2009 | Obama orders as many as 17,500 troops to Afghanistan:
Afghanistan produces two-thirds of the world's heroin from poppies. More than 90 percent of it comes out of Helmand province where the Marines are headed. Currently, the 3rd battalion 8th Marine brigade, also from Camp Lejeune, is in that area.
 
In Afghanistan there's money in opium. *In 2007 more than half of the country's GDP (53%) was from opium product exports. Today, Juan Cole wrote in Informed Comment:
 
If this report is true, it is very troubling. There is reason to think that forcible poppy eradication has produced the growing insurgency. Poppies are used to make heroin, and exports of the drug account for over a third of Afghanistan's gross domestic product. But many Afghan farmers are destitute after 30 years of war, and this crop is their one hope of escaping poverty. They grow irate when someone comes in with helicopters and torches to destroy the crop.
Me, I'm suspicious of the military's handling of the tons and tons of money needed to kill and at the same time to buy the good will of the people that survive our Napalm attacks. Whether it's the US Government's shrink wrapped 100 dollar bills totaling 12 billion "lost" in Iraq or the drug money passing hands in Afghanistan, there are people with larceny in their hearts and minds.
 
The New York Times reported a couple of days ago in Inquiry on Graft in Iraq Focuses on U.S. Officers - NYTimes.com that:

Federal authorities examining the early, chaotic days of the $125 billion American-led effort to rebuild Iraq have significantly broadened their inquiry to include senior American military officers who oversaw the program, according to interviews with senior government officials and court documents.

It named two military officers, Col. Anthony B. Bell, Army, and Lt. Col. Ronald W. Hirtle, Air Force, that are being investigated. Oddly, I didn't see it picked up by any other news source.

Temptation is inescapable when it comes to the huge sums of money needed to fight a war, making war perversely attractive to the corrupt and resulting in moral death to the non-corrupt.

I'm sure that our missionless transgressions in the Middle East aren't designed to enrich Obama but he's bought the Bush Doctrine hook, line and sinker. The rest is up to the nameless, faceless officers, troops and support personal entrusted to slog through hell so that in some unexplainable way we may make the world safer. So far our batting average hasn't been so hot either in defying temptation or in eradicating terror but, dig we must, deeper and deeper.

Let's stay home the next time, put national defence on auto pilot, stuff the Hookah with Afghani opium and peacefully drift off to the Land of Nod where sweet little boys and girls give each other flowers and dance naked in the beautiful, endless poppy fields under the warm sun.  I'm so there.   Gene

*Afghanistan’s opium driven GDP — OneWorld South Asia Home

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02/15/2009

Righting the ship of state, or, *Home at last

Aboard the bipartisan ship. *Soundtrack suggested by Bill: Steely Dan - Home At Last.mp3
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This is not your father's America. Things that in the past could be buried, no longer can. There are whistle blowers, conscience stricken participants, reporters that do their jobs in spite of what you may have heard and an instant access Internet waiting and ready to expose whatever head down rotting fish is uncovered.
 
The trouble seems to be that, through careful conditioning and propaganda, less people are able to discern the truth and are content to get their news from talk radio and the Fox news Sirens who would crash us on the rocks and have us drown.
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The Head of State is not a dictatorial position and Obama can't plug the ears of Congress against the onslaughts of the opposition party. All he can do is what he feels is prudent and try to form a consensus within his own party. For some absurd reason and with almost no justification, Bush could easily bully through a consensus while every move Obama makes is the subject of national debate. Surely this has put the lie to the "liberal" media.
 
No good deed goes unpunished and Bush never performed any with the possible excerption of some of his AIDS initiatives in Africa. Obama, on the other hand, has opened himself up to scrutiny descending into doubt simply by attempting to be bipartisan.
 
Bush also had his father's machine with it's moneyed interests behind him and, like an iceberg, 90% of Bush's manipulations were hidden beneath the surface. He achieved his, dubious at best, accomplishments through the back channels of the shadow government that his family had helped put in place.
 
Trying to right the vessel past the Sirens and rocks falls to a man almost as hunting a lion, to a babe in the woods. Obama is no ones fool that's for certain but his politics belong to another generation, one that has become passe through the corruption and disuse that WE have allowed to occur.
 
Abandon bipartisanship Obama, the Republicans will never work with you. Excoriate them at every turn, they have suckled  at the teats of government and business for too long. Their sense of entitlement puts the worst welfare queen to shame again and again. America can't afford to listen to the Siren's song a moment longer. We have places to go and things to do.    Gene

02/14/2009

Another March

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune;
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?   Hamlet--Shakespeare
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I can't seem to find the magic formula to include the Pentagon March visual so that it can be seen completely, I'm sure you understand.
 
I'm thinking of going, I've been to 3 marches and have written about them in past blogs.

One thing is certain; I hate Duncan Hunter (R) California's 52nd congressional district, He stood with the violent, anti-protestor, pro-military, mostly Vietnam Veteran group, Rolling Thunder. I witnessed their rage and violence towards the peaceful, family protestors. I was an object of their derision and was personally assaulted by a jerk from their group that ran up behind me and tried to knock me over. Duncan Hunter praised their behaviour.

These people live with an allegiance to fantasy. That doesn't disqualify them from success, in fact they are quite intent on making the world share their skewered vision and, in doing so, they further cement themselves into the comfortable center of their world of illusion where the rewards are proportional to their belief.

Truth be told, their reality is as valid as mine, or anyone's. What is reality but group consensus?  But I detest their vision and their reality, the core principle seems to be, use force to get what you want or against anyone that opposes you.

I'll go as far to say that if the world can be seen as an organism, and there's no reason it can't, with a plethora of living systems all operating in some, as of yet, completely understood harmony, why can't the world itself be sentient? Then, the force users, unless they serve some higher function that can't yet be understood either, are an autoimmune disease slowly and methodically destroying their host.

I suppose Darwin would hold that the system that survives is the best system but why then are the weak, the poor, the sick, the ones born with congenital diseases among us?  Wouldn't it be best to let them die out as quickly as possible in a world of limited resources? Why do we feel obliged to care for them, love them?

The world is more than a game of survival, it's more than the one that dies with the most toys winning. It's bigger than our greed and our lust for power, control and sex. It's about something that the mind must evolve, be given a chance to evolve, to understand. It's about what Jesus taught and until we give ourselves to that, competing factions will continue to grind away at each other and the force users will declare every act of oppression a victory, and the peace lovers will long endure taking comfort that their cause is just.    Gene

02/09/2009

Finders keepers, loser weepers

He who laughs last ...
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I live on a busy road. My house sits back 100 ft. from it, plus, I have a line of trees that cut down on the road noise. I'm sure good citizens drive by all the time, people who would never think of throwing beer cans, bottles, receipts, styrofoam cups, plastic cups and straws, cigarette packs, soggy cardboard, candy wrappers, and a slew of other non-degradable, disgusting shit out of their car windows.
 
Some other unenlightened, ignoramuses do. They never think for a second that they wouldn't want their front yard looking like a parking lot after a Steeler game, or maybe they do and don't give a shit. Whichever it is, I can't stand that mentality, or, more likely, the lack of mentality.
 
I remember driving with my mother once long ago, she's long dead now, rest her soul. She opened the car window and threw something out of it. I was shocked, so shocked I didn't know what to say. Do you correct your mother?
 
When we throw things away, there is no away. They are still here on the surface of planet earth, we may bury them for esthetic purposes but nonetheless they are alive and well in some land fill. In several thousand years people will be able to dig up a large percentage of our garbage and reconstruct our slovenly society although I don't know why they'd want to. We are the Bigfoot of the carbon footprint.
 
So, I wasn't surprised, this afternoon, at the amount of debris scattered the length and width of my property. I was disgusted though, especially when I saw not one but two one gallon plastic bottles lying roadside.
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Two one gallon plastic bottles, think of that. That's a lot of plastic, one was antifreeze and the other windshield antifreeze I suppose this summer I'll have radiator cooling products interspersed with the dandelions and ice cream wrappers.
 
As I approached the one gallon plastic antifreeze bottle, I noticed a bill poking out from underneath. I felt sure it was one of those sucker bills, one third of it looking like a real bill and two thirds advertising a home remodeling firm. But I was wrong. It was a bona fide 100 dollar bill. I almost shit my pants.
 
You out there, you dumb fuck, you can't even littler properly, you threw away a 100 dollar bill and now it's mine. Na na na na na.    Gene  
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02/08/2009

*All men recognize the right of revolution

We do want to start a revolution,
 
Anyone out there that doesn't think the United States is a corrupt, imperialist nation raise your hand. You'd have to ignore a lot of history to conclude that we aren't. What we wanted we took, we clothed our imperialist nature with highfalutin euphemisms like, Manifest Destiny, the Monroe doctrine and Joint Resolutions such as: Joint Resolutions  No. 55; To provide for annexing the Hawaiian Islands to the United States.
 
The resolution itself creates the frame that Hawaii was dying to cede to the United States. It doesn't mention the slow erosion of the Hawaiian people's claim to autonomy through years of Christianising it's people, that missionary families became well established while still citizens of the United States and gave themselves the right to own land, to vote and to serve in government. From United States and Empire, to 1899:
The well-established U.S. citizens in the islands had been there long enough to consider themselves Hawaiian. They believed that they deserved the influence they could exercise, and they were disturbed by what they thought was hostility from non-whites and bad government by King Kalakaua. Common among whites during these times was the belief that non-whites were incapable of good government ...

... The conspirators took power the old fashioned way. They confronted King Kalakaua with weapons, and the king, without an adequate guard or military counterforce, responded by signing a constitution that Thurston [Lorrin Thurston, son of a missionary from the United States, a lawyer and publisher of a newspaper, the Honolulu Pacific Commercial Advertiser] and his group had devised - to be known as the "Bayonet Constitution." The king, according to his sister Liliuokalani, signed the constitution "under absolute compulsion."

Add to the mix the hundreds of Indian treaties that were broken by our government or enacted to move the eastern and southern Indian tribes west of the Mississippi to, primarily, starve and die. Imagine the Indian Removal Act of 1830, with a slight twist of history, becoming the Negro Removal Act of 1960. Is that so hard to fathom after the internment of the Japanese during WWll? The Japanese lost invaluable California land, processions and, some, their lives; James Wakasa, for instance, was killed by a sentry stationed at the Topaz War Relocation Center, after venturing too close to the perimeter wire.
 
We've convinced ourselves that sacrifices, mistakes and bad judgemnet are integral to the defence of freedom and, in doing so, have endangered the very freedoms we "say" we hold sacred. The American people have developed a specious sense of who and what we are. We are blinded by jingoism and an impatient desire for our righteousness to conquer all. George W. Bush was the personification of this state of mind, likable, arrogant and deadly without the necessary historical perspective, humanity or conscience to evaluate, reason or govern.  
 
We are paying the piper, the Government, Wall Street and the Banking industry want me to believe we lost our nation's wealth overnight, that, like a thief in the night, some tentacled monster came and cleaned out the coffers, destroyed our credit industry and then vanished forever.
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We are on our own "Trail of Tears" now, feeling abused, disused and powerless, dreaming of a few generations ago when goods and services were plentiful and affordable, unions, although not perfect, brought us democracy in the workplace, politician felt shame when their malfeasances were uncovered, people felt shame when Johnny couldn't read.
 
The wealthy, who have always been able to rationalize any behavior, no matter how wicked, after gorging on the low hanging fruit worldwide have now sentenced us, at best, to struggle and maybe rebuild a nation that they can begin to exploit again, or, at worst, like the Indians, to starve and die.   Gene
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* Civil Disobedience --Henry David Thoreau

02/07/2009

Doctor report, Calvinball

Life imitates art imitating life,
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Things have been hectic around here; playing nurse, cooking, keeping my basement / workshop from deteriorating into a saw-dusty, scrap heapping land of lost tools but I'm making progress. A person can completely fill his or her life by buying and fixing gadgets from Ebay. If it says "as is" it was used mercilessly until it stopped working and then sat in a box for next 20 years.
 
Speaking of sitting in a box for 20 years, I met with my new PCP yesterday and it only seemed like 20 years sitting in the waiting room. Everywhere I go people routinely arrive after me and are taken before me but how can everyone feel that way?
 
If they're assuming I'm a nice guy and I won't mind they're wrong. Yet, I know from experience not to complain unless I'm willing to make a fool out of myself over unproven allegations and ... talk about starting off on the wrong foot ...
 
Although I have stepped in it on occasion, only to include a heart rendering account of myself neatly tucked into my apology later on, it seems that once you humble yourself and grovel, after flying off the handle, people mentally place you in the harmless category, even the, I feel sorry for the son-of-a-bitch, category. It also makes a good story for the other people in the waiting room to tell to their spouses. So, in a way, I'm performing a public service.
 
Getting back to the doctor, he immediately put me at ease. He was young and cool and seems so damn down to earth that I actually felt like his peer. (I have been deeply involved in the medical world for the last 6 years and should qualify for at least an honorary medical degree.) We talked about malpractice insurance and lawsuits, about whether It would be possible to go online and retrieve my blood work results etc. from other UPMC departments under their new online program designed to make access to records easier. I ask him why and how the doctors handed  patient care over to the insurance companies. To almost everything I ask, he replied, "That's a good question."
 
I got a real and honest sense of him. He never receded into condescending caricature, his philosophy was; he was part of a team working towards a goal, not some rugged individual taming his patient's frontier alone. I liked him. His only negative is his name, Dr. Bump.
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Politics for some reason is too lowly a subject these days. Well, it's not "for some reason," there are very specific reasons why its ranking has fallen. Number one is the republican attitude, i.e., receding into condescending caricature. (I had to use that line again.)
They have been bodysnatched and Stepfordized, they have mind melded with the mindless. Are they so blind that they can't see the irony in accusing liberals of the very same flaws that they themselves process in abundance, in fact, are their defining characteristics?
 
It's a sick game of Calvinball:
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The Unofficially Official Rules of Calvinball

1.1. All players must wear a Calvinball mask (See Calvinball Equipment - 2.1). No one questions the masks.

*IMPORTANT -- The following rules are subject to be changed, amended, or dismissed by any player(s) involved.

1.2. Any player may declare a new rule at any point in the game. The player may do this audibly or silently depending on what zone (Refer to Rule 1.5) the player is in.

1.3. A player may use the Calvinball (See Calvinball Equipment - 2.2)in any way the player see fits, from causal injury to self-reward.

1.4. Any penalty legislation may be in the form of pain, embarassment, or any other abasement the rulee deems fit to impose on his opponent.

1.5. The Calvinball Field (See Calvinball Equipment - 2.3) should consist of areas, or zones, which are governed by a set of rules declared spontaneously and inconsistently by players. Zones may be appear and disappear as often and wherever the player decides. Zones are often named for their effect. For example, a corollary zone would enable a player to make a corollary (sub-rule) to any rule that has been, will be, or might be declared. A pernicious poem place would require the intruder to do what the name implies. Or an opposite zone would enable a player to declare reverse playibility on the others. (Remember, the player would declare this zone oppositely by not declaring it.)

1.6. Flags (Calvinball Equipment 2.3) shall be named by players whom shall also assign the power and rules which shall govern that flag for particular moment in that particular game.

1.7. Songs are an integral part of Calvinball and verses must be sung spontaneously through the game when randomly assigned events occur. These random events will be named and pointed out after the player causes the event.

1.8. Score may be kept or disregarded. In the event that score is kept, it shall have no bearing on the game nor shall it have any logical consistency to it. (Legal scores include 'Q to 12', 'BW-109 to YU-34, and 'Nosebleed to Trousers'.)

1.9. Any rule above that is carried out during the course of the game may never be used again in the event that it causes the same result as a previous game. Calvinball games may never be played the same way twice.

Calvinball Equipment

2.1. Mask - All participants are required to wear a mask.

2.2. Calvinball - A Calvinball may be a soccerball, volleyball, or any other reasonable or unreasonable, spherical or non-spherical object.

2.3. Calvinball Field - The Calvinball Field should be any well-sized field, preferably with trees, rocks, grass, creeks, and other natural hindrances to health.

2.4. Miscellaneous - Other optional equipment include flags, wickets (especially of the time-fracture variety), and anything else the players wish to include.

** This rulebook is not required, nor necessary to play Calvinball.

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Ahhh, life imitates art but not Rembrant or Raphael but Cavin and Hobbs, the Simsons, Beavis and Butthead and when will Marvin the Martian finally, once and for all, destroy the earth?   Gene

02/04/2009

Pontificating our way to hell

Hurtin for certain,
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I'm tired of being a pontificator, that's the price I, (you?) pay for my active mind and time on my hands. The irony is, I hate pontificators. More specifically those whom I hear on conservative talk radio. It's a coward's format, almost as much as having a blog.
 
I dislike the certitude with which they speak, all their opinions are final and beyond question. Years behind a mike has honed their skills: knowing how to redirect the argument and cutting the caller off. Callers that disagree that is, the other ones are hardly worth the time of day. They and their sycophant listeners are object and mirror locked in a vainly that sickens to the heart.
 
One example even though a trivial one, the talking heads were apoplectic over the perceived insult that Obama called Sarah Palin a pig. Obama, repeated a phrase, "lYou can put ipstick on a pig, etc., etc." that they had heard countless times and that John Mcain himself had used twice in another context during the campaign.
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Here's what gets me, they were certain and therefore had been given casus belli to go to war. If their assumption is correct, why is it only correct in this case? Here's why, Sarah Palin made that hockey mother joke: "What's the difference between a pit bull and hockey mother? Lipstick."
 
If Obama would have said, deviating from the standard fare, "You can put lipstick on a pit bull but it's still a pit bull." They may have had a case, not for accusing Obama of callling her a pig but a pit bull, because Obama used not one but two references that Sarah Palin had used. Or, if Obama would have said, "Sarah Palin is a pig with lipstick." Their righteous indignation would have been entirely justified. What if Obama would have said, "You can use lipstick to color a hockey stick, but it's still a hockey stick." Would they have accused Obama of calling Sarah Palin a hockey stick?
 
Kapish?
 
I'm certain that the moon is made of green cheese, that the world is flat, that God sits on a cloud, that whales speak french at the bottom of the ocean. I'm sure of it so I must be right, right?  Gene
 

02/03/2009

Thoughts drifting through

Health, man and God,
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Nancy is home from the hospital. She can't walk without a walker and even then it's a challenge. After all of my various disorders and near death sicknesses I get to look after her for a change. 
 
N is only temporarily disabled but there are people who deal with a sick or incapacitated loved one long term. It's tempting to farm out that responsibility. Those who do aren't necessarily bad people and few have the means, and so, discover for themselves what it means to become a care giver. The first lesson is; as you give more and more of yourself, you, inversely, have less and less left for yourself.
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Then, there's the weight issue, people are heavy, out of shape and easily injured. What goes on in nursing homes I can only speculate but it can't always be according to the textbook. The day N was admitted to the hospital the nurse attending said he was an ex-EMT and it wasn't highly unusual to be called out to transport a 600 pound person. He said it takes 12 people.
 
How and why do we become physical aberrations? What does society expect from us when we have a loved one to care for? The answers aren't what we'd like them to be. We are, through: sloth, diet, and bad choices, partially responsible for our state of health but bad things do lurk out there. Do we unconsciously summons them through some ancient karmic connection or is falling ill or on the ice a mere chance occurrence?
 
The world doesn't yield to our wishes. We operate as if there were a mechanism behind all things, I believe that was Descartes notion, that if the right keys could only be found, we would eventually unlock the unknown and its secrets but the world isn't a clock or a machine with pulleys and gears. It's not an engine, cash register or a toaster. It's a nebulous place that we may or may not have a purpose in.
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Some say there is no God. I say there are too many. Rather than creating order from chaos, each additional God muddies the water and creates division. When the Gods can't agree, what chance do we have?      Gene

01/31/2009

On the necessity of having to brave this world

FYI,
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Yesterday, Nancy, my wife, slipped on the ice and broke her ankle in two paces. She has surgery scheduled for this morning. Whoever discovered that Titanium is inert in the body, God bless them.
 
There's been a run on extremity, hip and back surgeries they tell me. Ice is no respecter of men or women.
It would only make sense that this has happened every icy winter down through history but, as usual, I've only become aware of it when it affected me personally, or more importantly, effected my wife personally.
 
We all live in a yellow submarine, aka, a bubble. The world ceases to exist outside of it, oh we're vaguely aware that there's a world out there but it's too distant and abstract for serious consideration. When reality through circumstance intervenes we couple up with a new world, i.e., one of doctors and strange machine, or maybe, one of lawyers and courtrooms. I suppose some seek this outside world in some sense but they don't seek it in its totality, only in a focused, intense manner meant, in one quantum leap, to expand their bubble not break it.
 
Already in the short time Nancy's spent in the hospital her surgery has been postponed twice. It's as if she's been admitted in order to jerk her around but I understand. Resources, no matter what anyone says or wants, are limited and you have to wait. In this case, I want that wait to be bearable and even comfortable. Use drugs, use diversion, use whatever means you have to keep the bubble intact, not shrinking or breaking and then do the mechanics involved to piece that bone and tissue back together.  Thank you,    Gene

01/29/2009

I heard the news today, oh boy, OR, A day in the life

Yesterday,
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I slid and got wedged sideways in my driveway yesterday. Later I went out to try to dig my van out of the snow and ice and I saw the UPS guy, Dan, pulling a two wheeled cart up the icy driveway. It hade two big packages on it and it looked heavy, Dan was red and huffing. He said, "Your tire is flat."
 
I slid and got wedged sideways in my driveway yesterday with a flat tire. I don't know how the tire went flat. The last time I looked it wasn't. So, rather than dig it out and then deal with a flat tire I helped Dan. Dan's a man of few words and this is the most we've ever spoken, Dan said, "Call Triple A."
 
We wrestled the two packages into the house, I knew what they were. I recently bought a floor sander on ebay and this was it. A floor sander is a heavy, expensive piece of equipment and I got this one for about one quarter of the retail price. There was the handle package, and the business end package. Together they weighed roughly 100 pounds. After repeating 3 or 4 time that I had a flat and to call Triple A, Dan said so long and I got out the razor knife.
 
The seller used expanding spray urethane to seal the shipments in their boxes. Unpacking them was a Herculean task. Confetti, a million tiny styrofoam balls, plus, the impossible to disengage, urethane graced the kitchen floor, walls and every flat surface. I cleaned up the mess and carried the behemoth machine down into the basement. Almost everything that was part of the handle assembly was either cracked, broken or rusted. I took it completely apart to find that the main upright support was cracked too. I decided to weld it but my welder was outside in a storage shed. Instead, I went online and pulled up a drawing of said machine and found part numbers for the things I thought needed replaced. I found a dealer and decided ordering parts would be part of today's job.  
 
I did hook up enough of the electrical to see and hear the, 4 brush, made in England, motor purr.
 
The tire on the van was still flat and it was still stuck sideways in the steep driveway. I had planned on going to the post office and mail the myriad February bills that I had written out so far but that would have to wait, I still had a day or two before there was any danger that the due date would arrive before the bills did.
 
I ate and felt like taking a long winter's nap.
 
I got dressed again and got the shovel and went out to dig. I dug and salted. Now that tire ... I have a compressor but for some reason I couldn't get the tire to take air. It looked like a valve problem. I took out the valve stem and shot air directly into the tire and, lo and behold, it inflated. I quickly replaced the valve stem while the air was gushing out and tightened it up before a fatal lose of air made my efforts moot.
 
I was back in business. Nancy came home and started to dig, I got in the van and after burning rubber, sliding and after doing irreparable damage to my transmission, cajoled the van up the remaining 50 feet of my driveway.
 
The icy, slushy, salty, pukey, frozen mess is still out there and it would be suicide trying to go down the driveway right now, but if I have to do it for some reason today, I will. The long awaited, disassembled floor sander is downstairs, the handle in the vise waiting for the welder outside. I could have saved myself all this aggravation by hiring a professional to sand the floors and, like Dan said, calling Triple A, but somehow, for some perverse reason, I like to do this. I like to get into a jam and work my way out. I requires that I use all the tools available to me, my knowledge, my reason, my physicality, my mechanical / electrical skills and the formidable patience that I've developed over decades doing things that resist getting done. I'm a better man for it.   Gene
 
 
 
 

01/28/2009

An open invitation for John Boehmer to perform an unnatural act on himself

"And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast" (Revelation 13:1-5 KJV)

Can a party that exists to defame its panoply of whipping boys: Jimmy Carter (weak), Bill Clinton (philanderer), Ted Kennedy (murderer), Bernie Sanders (socialist), gays, immigrants (legal and otherwise), minorities in general, the poor, pro-choicers, intellectuals, scientists, evolutionists, and whoever can be portrayed as the traitor de jour, find success and happiness in an administration led by a gay friendly, immigration loving, welfare loving, abortion tolerant, pro-evolution and science minded bi-racial, dialogue minded, man who models himself after the greatest Republican of all time, no, not Ronald Reagan, but, Abraham Lincoln?
 
See, the thing is, the republicans act like they have some power and they don't. Obama offered an olive branch, they ate the olives and gave back the branch. Now they think they have some kind of elevated status granting them cart blanche to call the shots and shape policy. I suppose the first 6 years of the Bush administration when they gave us God, Guns and Gays was an aberration and what they really wanted was to fetch the working man's slippers.
 
On the other hand, I don't think so. They are pirates in suits and ties, despicable emissaries to the filthy rich with situational morals and ethics and now they have the nerve to say they have ideas? Why now?
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You guys kill me, I mean, when one of your corporations isn't killing some union leader in Columbia and you go; blah, blah, blah, free trade, blah, blah, blah.
March 29, 2008

Edgar Paez considers himself fortunate to be able to campaign across the United States this month against the proposed U.S.-Colombia free trade deal. Twenty-two members of his union – assassinated for their activism – weren’t so lucky.

Employees of Coca-Cola, Nestle and other multinational corporations, “they were killed because they were fighting for workers to be paid better – and that would have resulted in the companies not making as much profit,” he said.

Now the granddaddy, or, Great White Father of the free trade pact with Columbia is that guy, what's his name, who just checked out of the White House after shitting on Obama's desk. He left his progenitor, that God awful John Boehmer, behind with political assassination instructions. I think his ace-in-the-hole strategy is to hold his breath until he turns blue if he doesn't get his way in the House and Senate.

John, I can call you John can't I? John, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart, GO FUCK YOURSELF!

01/27/2009

Faster than a speeding bullet

Like a smack in the head from outer space,
 
School closings, 4-6 inches and more to come, Super bowl Sunday and WE are there. Blood work, new PCP appointment, fix Kirby or fix the Eureka, snow blowers suck: too heavy, no steering capacity, craps out in heavy snow, doesn't throw the snow far enough so you're constantly going over the same snow over and over clogging and clearing the chute as you go.
 
The same people that want us to run our cars on Natural Gas have already priced their product through the roof for home heating and now say, "We have gas reserves that would make an Arab blush," Arab blush, Arab blush, Arab Bush.
 
Speaking of him, Bush is a fugitive from the law that we're going to shower with adulation. He's definitely a fugitive from international law and the U.N. may decide they can go after Bush without our blessing. Wouldn't that be something? Effectively making the U.N. enemy number one. John Bolton would be so proud because, "Right or wrong he's still my president, by God!"
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Smack this motherfucker in the
head with a comet
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 I think God is trying to cover the US with snow so he doesn't have to look at it.
 
I have a solution to everything, have a comet smack into the Earth. I know that sounds juvenile but every time the data doesn't compute, like why did the Dinosaurs become extinct? What does modern science do? It smacks a comet into the Earth. Scientific American has proposed a new theory why the wooly Mammoth and a host of other mammals disappeared, Guess?
 
"Roughly 12,900 years ago, massive global cooling kicked in abruptly, along with the end of the line for some 35 different mammal species, including the mammoth, as well as the so-called Clovis culture of prehistoric North Americans. Various theories have been proposed for the die-off, ranging from abrupt climate change to overhunting once humans were let loose on the wilds of North America. But now nanodiamonds found in the sediments from this time period point to an alternative: a massive explosion or explosions by a fragmentary comet, similar to but even larger than the Tunguska event of 1908 in Siberia."
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Nanodiamonds? Nano Nano. See? Get my point? Just smack a good ol reliable comet into the earth and problems solved. 13.000 years from now when some future person asks:
 
Future person #1.   Hey, whatever happened to that civilization that couldn't find its ass with both hands?
Future person #2    I think a comet smacked into the Earth.
Future person #1    Thank God.
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t's quick, it's easy, and beats any other solutions because, IT WORKS!. Obama time to affirm that you are the chosen one, the messiah, the Grand Poobah, call in you chits and "LET'S GET THAT COMET STARTED!"     Gene

01/26/2009

Happy days are here again

Manna from heaven,
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I just finished examining a 1, 5 and 10 dollar bill and it's true; they don't come with instructions. In an age where a 4 foot ladder has a list of do's and don't's printed on its side, advertisers advise you that their presentation are in no way an endorsement of any medical or financial benefits of that product, shouldn't the life's blood of the economy contain some elementary guides to usage?  
 
How about a warning of flammability, so the money doesn't burn a hole in your pocket? How about letting you know that spending money frivolously is a stupid idea? How about a message printed in red telling you to save at least 10 % of each bill you acquire? How about, instead of a picture of some guy that no one at the US mint can agree what he looked like, a picture of Iraq in shambles, our infrastructure in shambles, people sleeping under bridges and on heating grates and the weapons industry CEO's smiling ear to ear?
 
Maybe a shocking picture of a GI being electrocuted in the shower, courtesy of Haliburton's subsidy KBR, or one of military grunts drinking putrid water? Or, maybe a fat faced Rush Limbaugh in elliptic relief with his trademark phallic cigar sticking out of his mouth and up some big fat CEO's ass?
 
How about printing bills with cartoon wings on them, just to remind us of the ephemeral nature of material things?
 
Or, how about printing about 700 billion of them and pushing them out of airplane doors and window all across the country with a note attached to each one saying, "Here's your stimulus package, good luck."    Gene

01/25/2009

You got me going in circles

I'm a faceless clock With timeless hopes that never stop When I feel that way You know my soul's at stake --Luther Vandross - Going In Circles

Today's theme song; You got me going in circles, except I don't know who "You" is. Obviously for a soulful back man it can be no other than a soulful black woman, check that, a soulful woman, white, black or anywhere in between.

Ahhh ... youthful passion as compared to cruddy post middle age angst and declining physical prowess. Unless you've recently invested with Bernie Maddoff you've probably made your biggest mistakes while you were young, however you define being young. Youth is a bona fide state of madness. It whispers in your ear day and night telling you bold lies that you immediately act on with certainty and, eventually the highly regrettable results come with absolute certainty.

We learn from our mistakes and move on, the perfect Darwinian counterpoints are brought to bear against our fear / faith based belief systems and youthful naivety. I see it in my life, I'm seeing it in Obama's, his good intention trumped by an uncertain future. Rachel Maddow says it best.

 

01/18/2009

No wonder Bush snikers

Welcome to the United States of Hero Worship,
 
Aren't we supposed to eschew anything that spotlights our dependant tendencies? Isn't that the essence of our pioneering spirit; our independent nature? Oh, we pitched in to help our neighbour once upon a time but not because they ask, it was mutually expected and required by a just and fair society.
 
Time passes, attitudes change and the media lobotomises.Thomas James Martin observed in
August 12, 2003:
 
Decimus Junius Juvenalis, (55-127 A.D.), better known as Juvenal, a Roman writer, lamented that the Roman Republic was but a distant memory as the power of the emperors grew stronger and stronger. The once proud Senate that had witnessed the splendid orations of Cato and Cicero—dominated and weakened year after year by the succession of dictators—atrophied into a figurehead of an institution. However, Juvenal felt that the populace took the duties of citizenship far more seriously during the days of the Republic than in the virtual dictatorships of the Caesars.

He lamented that "the people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now meddle no more and longs eagerly for just two things — bread and circuses."

Zillions of people will stand in the cold for 5 plus hours to see and hear Obama speak, no food allowed, no drink, no strollers and worst of all, no toilet facilities anywhere near the speakers platform where a ticket is required. It's billed as being part of history. It's the cult of Obama. Graceful and articulate, all things to all people.

I don't know where he stands. He seems to have a good heart, but even Bush managed to convinced himself and many of us that he was a good Christian while indiscriminately murdering thousands.

Today, there is no room for humanity in the White House, only gestures of humanity, tokens of empathy. This wasn't Bush's country given to him by the people to be doled back when and if he saw fit and it isn't Obama's.

Pomp and circumstance, bread and circuses, I don't believe in democracy, socialism, a representative republic, I believe in artifice, bait and switch and always being counted on to be the sucker. I sympathize with the capitalist, he keeps the fruits of his labors, albeit at your expense and mine.  

We're in over our head. Obama is in over his head, only a benevolent dictator can turn it around now. It was an evil dictator that got us here in the first place.    Gene

01/17/2009

George, Frank and me

How are you? You never write, you never call ...

Actually don't call, I'm not good on the phone. You can drop by if you want but I'll be in my pajamas and need a shave. If you can stomach that, so can I. I'll make coffee and we'll have a grand time. Just don't expect too much. I don't have many interesting stories and would rather fall asleep in my favorite chair. If coffee doesn't send you reeling, I have lots of beer in the downstairs' refrigerator. You can fall asleep in the other chair. We'll be chair brothers, or chair siblings in case you happen to be anything other than a male.

I myself don't drink, it's not that I don't want to. It's just better I don't. Take my word for it. I have drank, smoked, snorted and shot my share of chemicals. With all the confidence in the world I imbibed and lost, but, luckily, the Gods have been merciful and judges have such flexible standards. Cops are generally pricks however. You can't carry a gun, a club, mace and a taser strapped to your waist each and everyday while your compatriots regale you with stories of traffic stops and domestic situations gone wrong and ending in blood and guts without having it effect your general altitude towards anyone that doesn't prostrate themselves at your feet at the slightest urging.

You can deduce I don't like cops. I don't. If your dad, sister, brother, or uncle's a cop, forgive me. If you're a cop, forgive me. Just direct your sadistic tendencies in another direction ok? I see that look in your eye, the one you've cultivated over the years, the look of righteous intimidation ... Why don't you stick it ...

OK, enough of that garbage but I've been in jail and I KNOW how giving someone unlimited power over someone else is a recipe for abusive behaviour. It starts with that us or them mentality that George W. Bush has made so spectacularly popular. But lately, he's been begging us to pry his lame duck hands from around his murderous ideals. He crys out to a deaf nation, "Stop me before I kill again!" George you are hereby stopped. You are through fucking up the country and the world. You should become a Mall Guard and RIP, you lousy, semiconscious prick.

Am I bitter? What is it to me that injustice is the new brotherhood? I'm no more bitter than I need to be to see the world as it is. I have some hope, not a lot, but some. The crown and sceptre will change hands in a few days and we'll be asked to be patient, to use forbearance, and if the new boss doesn't wall himself in like the old, and if he has the courage that he's trained us to think he has and if the opposition doesn't make his job impossibly difficult, we may have something to crow about. If not, I'm closer to the end of my journey than the beginning, I've stood up and been shoved down and like George and Frank; regrets, I have a few, but then again, too few to mention.     Gene

01/15/2009

Post sinus infection blog

Be good to your liver,
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I finally did it, maybe because I'm just coming off a back-to-back sickness episode and a clinic visit. The sickness was a sinus infection and it left me debilitated, modern medicine finally kicked its ass. The clinic visit was pretty standard as far as clinic visits go. A nurse took the vitals and ask me questions, a new "Fellow" examined me and ask question and then the actual doctor came in, examined me and ask questions. Everything was cordial and nice and this morning I went against all their convention thinking and advice and ordered a Herbal Liver Supplement.
 
I feel like the desperate cancer patient that goes to Mexico for some exotic treatment except what I did is a lot cheaper and I did it on line. I just want to lower my liver enzyme numbers, that's all. The kick is, they know there's a treatment out there that may help me but for now it's not approved for testing on people like me. The FDA is a stickler for that shit and I'm sure their diligence saves lives but I'm clinging to this borrowed liver for as long as I can, even if I have to dip into the well of questionable scientific claims and practices to do it. 
 
I did send the manufacturer of the product an email, asking their opinion on whether their product may be effective in my case; post transplant. They won't answer because they don't know the answer and they sure as hell don't want to held liable should I keel over dead. So I know that much. Funny, if you would have ask me at a certain point last week about this, I wouldn't have cared, I wasn't sure  whether living at all was a good idea.
 
It took about a week of being very sick to wear me completely down. I don't know how I went through liver disease the first time or if I could do it again. In the end we are just a vapor, a sense, a feeling, our bodies wage war against something or maybe a million things every day. We ignore our infinite  vulnerabilities or become what Howard Hughes became; old and frail, afraid to touch, unable to shit, carried from place to place, phobic and paranoid, a shell. 
 
I'm not ready to become a shell creature just yet.    Gene

01/14/2009

Blog Buffet (more to come)

Found this, this morning at http://crooksandliars.com/nicole-belle/open-thread-12:

If that didn't make you go "WOW, maybe this will make you "Yeow!"

Israeli Prime Minister Brags About Giving Orders to Bush | PEEK | AlterNet

01/13/2009

Bush's Swan Song

Homeland, Schmomeland,
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It rankles me when I hear Bush use the word "Homeland" as he did in his last Press Conference on Mondsay. Should we call our jobs, "Workland?" Our families, "Familyland?" Plenty of beer distributors are called, "Beerland" and I once saw a pharmacy called, "Drugland" but homeland smacks of good little Nazis locking their arms and singing about world supremacy while their dreamy, blue eyes gaze off into the distance and gas chambers run full tilt to ensure that the race remains pure in perpetuity.
 
Come to think of it, Bush is a "Final solution" kind-of-guy. He talks about the war on terror as if it can be won, as if, we only kill enough bad guys, help enough good guys and the good guys never accidentally make anymore bad guys ... or turn into bad guys themselves, we'll have that terror thing whipped.
 
Come to think of it for a second time, and Bush, is an ex-bad-guy. He changed, he readily admits he changed but he wants to deny other bad guys the chance to turn it around. Maybe Bush wasn't a terrorist bad guy, but Mr. Bush, while we're flushing out bad guys, why should any get away? You're the decider, you know you've got to draw the line somewhere and if that line runs over the backs of some people on the fence ... so be it.
 
See where your kind of thinking leads Mr. Bush? Your thinking is faulty. Rather than have "trials" with evidence and people testifying to determine their guilt or innocence, you opted to use torture so that you could get the bad guys a little quicker. You thought, all on your own, with the only voices you'd listen to, being the ones that agreed with you, that torture would cut to the quick. You somehow formed this idea contrary to the facts and then you became even more obstinate when challenged, you placed you're ego and sense of certitude above everything else and everyone else's experiences. What you managed to do was quite fantastic, Mr Bush.
 
But don't be misled, Mr. Bush, just because it was fantastic didn't make it right, not for one second. Oh it ensured that you'd be a controversial figure for a long time and maybe that's good enough for you or what you really wanted, but it will not, can not make you right.  You were wrong about everything Mr. Bush. You weren't elected and then proceeded to prove why you should have never been appointed either.   Gene
 
 

01/11/2009

RE: NYTs Today

There is a rich subtext being written beneath the radar screen of the evening news. It's more of a credo than an exploration of thought.

We are and have been binding ourselves to Israel in all things. I suspect many Americans are at odds with this marriage whether through race or class issues, or whether through the position that we have automatically placed ourselves in; being hated and despised by many in the Muslim world.

It's become an unavoidable moral issue, one that is consuming us just as assuredly as the war on terror. The real truth of the matter is we don't know where to stand. Blanket support means offering Israel more firepower, more intelligence, the right to fly and refuel over Iraq's airspace and, finally, the go-ahead to level and destroy large parts of Iran while murdering thousands of her people, people who are innocent and do not harbor hatred towards us or Israel. Surely they will after the fact.

I've written about the Iranian people before and I consider them to be one of the most beautiful people on the face of this earth. I will feel myself destroyed along with them.

Neither do I deny Israel's right to defend itself but this insanity of preemption, to the point of Israel seeking our cooperation dropping  "specialized" bunker busters on Iran's alleged centrifuges in Natanz last year, has turned the world into a mine field, literally and figuratively. Once suspicion rears it's head is preemption far behind? U.S. Rejected Aid for Israeli Raid on Iranian Nuclear Site - NYTimes.com:

By DAVID E. SANGER Published: January 10, 2009

WASHINGTON — President Bush deflected a secret request by Israel last year for specialized bunker-busting bombs it wanted for an attack on Iran’s main nuclear complex and told the Israelis that he had authorized new covert action intended to sabotage Iran’s suspected effort to develop nuclear weapons, according to senior American and foreign officials ...

In Bush's favor he has denied Israel's request for the "specialized" bunker busters and has denied giving them the permission to fly and refuel over Iraq but future decisions will be handed off to President elect Obama. Fortunately, Robert M. Gates, who is being retained by Obama as Secretary of Defence, is against it. According to the NYT's, Gates feels:

... any overt attack on Iran would probably prove ineffective, lead to the expulsion of international inspectors and drive Iran’s nuclear effort further out of view. Mr. Bush and his aides also discussed the possibility that an air strike could ignite a broad Middle East war in which America’s 140,000 troops in Iraq would inevitably become involved.

Why do the barbarians always force us to live on their terms? Didn't we establish laws for the defence of the civilized and the sane? What assurances do we have the this operation will mirror the flawless 1981 "Operation Babylon" Israeli air strike against the Osiris class nuclear reactor that Iraq purchased from the French in the 70s and, according to the Israel, was ready to load with fuel rods and become operational?

Now, whatever nuclear facilities the Iranians have is buried deep within the desert and striking it, whether it be, as the Iranians claim, for the peaceful generation of energy or, as Israel claims and the US concurs, the production of Plutonium for bombs, will be infinitely more complex. And, although the article doesn't specifically refer to the bunker busters that Israel seeks from us as "nuclear" how do we know?

What if we weren't in Iraq? What if we didn't cause the wholesale destruction of one nation just to use "restraint" on the next? Either way fear and stupidity have given sanction to the new creed and subtext; "We are living in a perpetual age of war, there is nothing that we can do to stop or reverse it. We can only assist the madmen who've griped the world and insist on tearing it apart." I believe that George W. Bush is shivering in his boots, may God have mercy on all of our souls.  Gene

01/10/2009

Two videos

I happened upon these videos. The first, Wafa Sultan, a Syrian-American psychologist denounces Islamic violence and defends Israel. The second, an unnamed Muslim Cleric defends Islam and denounces Israel and the United States from a historical perspective. I think the passion, and interpretations given by each may help to understand the insurmountable complexities of the problems faced . Well worth the time and effort required to watch and read the subtitles.

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