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03/31/2008

Our annual report

To my ever decreasing readership,

Some self examination; I've been reading my blog, entries going back a few weeks and I can't believe I write like this. I sound like I'm writing a "how-to manual" on how to be me. Since I mostly suck, I presume that to be a mistake. I don't have any plans to change though. Tough luck all the way around.  Gene

03/30/2008

Ain't that the shit?

From a demonstrably better blog than mine Tony White: Graffiti:

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More stop loss strategies

For your consideration,
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The surge is not working in Iraq. Therefore, I propose the following strategies, that, while also destined to fail, have the inestimable value of being touted by press and politicians alike as working, at least temporarily, until refuted by the next round of escalating violence:
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The Purge
Secret, killer micro-drones are released across Iraq. These designer weapons can be programmed to adapt and morph as the situation requires targeting any form of  Islam or insurgent that can be quantified. They have the option of leaving everything in Iraq, except oil, radioactive for the next one million years.  
The Urge:
Powerful laxatives are introduced into the water system rendering the terrorists indispose.
The Splurge:
This has been tried in various forms before and is akin to throwing money at the problem, but, never has it been employed to this extreme. One hundred dollar bills are dumped from cargo planes smothering insurgent strongholds in up to 15 feet of greenbacks. Daily terrorist operations will grind to a halt as money must be cleared from streets, buildings and houses. As soon as the money has been cleared we repeat until the terrorists give up in frustration.
The Dirge:
Loud, lugubrious music will play night and day throughout Iraq. Everyone will be too depressed to fight.
The Merge:
Shiites and Sunnis will be rounded up and compressed, at a one to one ratio, into one person, rendering differing theocracies irrelevant. This idea is so stupid I can't believe that I wrote it, but, we could still sell it to the public, they bought the surge didn't they?  Gene

03/29/2008

If we can't withdraw into to our carefree, luxurious life styles anymore, you guys may find yourselves in trouble

Oh, did we forget to mention ... 
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Don Siegleman is out of jail. If you don't know who he is, you've probably been following the main stream media. Now, in spite of whatever philosophy or unspoken agreement keeps them in line with the President's crash and burn proclivities, they have been forced to cover the story.

Oh hell, I can't find the right adjectives or clever phrases to describe the type of complicity that I see going on between the press and the White House. "Crash and burn" are secondary results. The republican war machine, the see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil White House imbedded reporters, the few who do speak up, but never dare expose the true nature of the beast, these are just the tip of an iceberg that only begins to melt when the truth becomes too apparent to deny.

The press reports that the surge is working because: if they don't, some nasty, indignant republican will question their patriotism and you know, in America today, having your patriotism questioned by a lobbyist controlled, money grubbing, corrupt, non-military-serving republican is the kiss of death.

Networks and new shows have to play soft ball but call it hard ball to get the interviews, after all, they're competing with a cadre of other pandering networks and reporters, all eager to spread the company line. They can't allow dissidents, unless they present them as whacked out lefties, socialists, out to destroy society but paying a living wage or making health coverage affordable. The ones that aren't afraid to speak, like Keith Olbermann are rare but still forced to intermingle Britney Spears throughout the brew. 

When people do get to see the "Bush the bungler," stories, they're presented as our own ongoing, national, situation comedy show, replete with comedic clarinet music playing; whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw every time one of those cute malapropisms roll off his lips or when he shit his pants in public, or when he forgets and sits in the White House driveway licking his balls.

It was barely reported here that the British, who were, at the very least, hesitant about becoming involved in our war, could rest assured because, "intelligence and facts were being fixed around the policy." Hence the lethal, highly incriminating Downing Street Memo became nothing more that a vague curiosity. A covert CIA officer working to "discover solid intelligence for senior policymakers on Iraq's presumed weapons-of-mass-destruction program" is outed by THE WHITE HOUSE and the press behaves like meek on-lookers, afraid to get involved.

We love this because what Bush really is, is too hard to fathom. Could we really have elected and then re-elected him? Or, more likely, sat idly by while he stole two elections? Our compliancy makes us accomplices and we refuse to incriminate ourselves in either case. Our conscience is clear because ... just because. We say all the right things, what else does the world expect, that we should stop bombing innocent people? Come on.

I'm not a billion dollar industry set in place as an insurance policy against the truth, I'm just a blogger, take it for what it's worth.  Gene

03/28/2008

You are here on life's continuum

There is an unnamed rage rising up inside me. This place contains too many memories. Why do the good seem so small and the bad still burn?
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So many years ago ... I am a stranger now. Disposable people like me do their job and are forgotten, we build and move on. The future owes us nothing but at times like this the past rises up and shakes an angry fist.
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From 1976 to 1977 I worked here and yet I made a wrong turn on our way. I cursed whatever it is that fades the memory so easily.  Gina is beside me and she is sick. She has moved back with us and has no health insurance. Her husband's meager jobs have never warranted medical coverage. They too are disposable.
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Gina has been very sick for almost a week. On Tuesday she felt better but relapsed that night.
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A fat, black woman walks into the waiting room with 3 tiny kids. They have the most ridiculous hairdos. I secretly delight in how they fit the stereo-type. One of her kids probably has a cold and she's here for America's version of  free health care, the Emergency Room. Suddenly, we are equals in our need. The great, lowest, common denominator has brought us together.
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I look around and see reasons to dislike the others waiting here, their looks, their age, the fact that some DO have health care. I wonder why I am like this.
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They take Gina back to an examining room and ask me to wait until she is fully registered. My thoughts are in an uneasy place. A man wearing green hospital garb walks up to me from an unexpected direction and says my name. He pronounces it correctly. I assume he is a doctor delivering some news but he is Scott, an RN, he was in Cub Scouts with my son.
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We catch up briefly and he tells me that he has drawn blood. He points in the direction of Gina's exam room and I follow. I feel better knowing that Scott is somehow involved in Gina's care.
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The past has come back again, harkening me to the time I was an assistant Cub Scout leader. I never felt the part, I liked camping and hiking but rules and merit badges were antithetic to my nature. I felt like I wore a costume rather than a uniform. I wasn't a leader of boys but I provided something the others didn't and the boys liked me.
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Gina is sick as a dog. The doctor suspects pneumonia and that thought has also crossed my mind. Oddly, no one has mentioned money. The doctor is reassuring and kind, I am grateful.
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It's so easy to give up, to go down in a free fall of hate or disease. The world is full of pitfalls, traps and old wounds, but sometimes, goodness prevails. Gina is recovering, pumped full of pain killers and antibiotics. Her Kidneys are infected.
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The small gestures of life, sometimes forgotten, making the effort to be good in spite of how our lower nature nags and cajoles, these have inestimable healing power.  Gene

03/27/2008

The road ahead is long and hard

Here are a two powerful videos that explore the complexities of what we have done to Iraq and what we have yet to face there.

The first, is a de facto argument for the U.S. to just get out but also to somehow try to make reparations for the complete, overwhelming chaos that we've created there. The very least we could try to do, if we really cared about the "Iraq people" is to bring back clean water, sanitation and electricity. As Ali Fadhil says in the Video, "We have a whole nation called Iraq and now it's wiped out."



The Second is an interview with Juan Cole and looks at the dynamics between the factions there.



And, finally, here is an example of the depth of understanding of the man who may soon shape our countries future policies in Iraq. I don't hate John McCain but I hate his simplistic, one size fits all, neocon spin and always with an anti-Iranian subtext.



We have committed a grave error and cannot bluff or bluster our way our. There is no choice now, but to rely on people that understand more about Iraq than we do. Our lack of understanding has bred our indifference, callousness and finally a systematic cruelty towards the Iraqis.

We've never thought it necessary to understand their culture, religions or their customs. Our military never saw a need to grasp basic language skills. Our whole premise, from the start, has been, that we are superior in every way to the Iraqis and they owe us eternal gratitude for "freeing" them. We opened their cages and pushed them out onto the freeway saying, "Have a nice day."

I'm not implying that Hillary or Obama have superior understanding towards Iraq, frankly, I don't know what their plans are and I don't think they do either, but we now need someone that is willing to listen to new voices and will stop lying to us and sugar coating the truth. Gene

03/26/2008

Our doing, our undoing

If you haven't seen it but planned on watching, you can, here: FRONTLINE: bush's war | PBS at your convenience. I'm sure it will be watched and studied for a long time as well it should be. Gene

 

 

03/25/2008

What did you do to stop the war Daddy?

In concurrence with last night's Frontline report, Bush's War Part 1, I found the following interesting. First, the NYT's article about a buried Rand, 2005 report:

Army Buried Study Faulting Iraq Planning - New York Times

And then, the video on the buried report, released, February 18th, 2008 for YouTube by the Institute for Policy Studies in Washington, D.C. and delivered by Phyllis Bennis, a Senior Analyst:



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Last night's Frontline, Part 1 of Bush's War, explains more clearly than anything that I've seen to date, primarily through 1st hand accounts, how reason and doubt were steam rolled, how people were betrayed, how intelligence was manufactured and ironically how one of the prime justifications for war with Iraq, the missing link between Iraq and al-Qeada, was based on information extracted from Ibn al-Shaykh al-Libi after he had been captured in Afghanistan and shipped to Cairo to be tortured. After the Iraq invasion al-Libi was sent to Guantanamo where he recanted his Cairo confession and maintained that it was obtained through torture.

If I were asked to pick the one person most responsible for our unjustified invasion of Iraq it would be Dick Cheney. His distrust of the CIA, based on his earlier experiences while Secretary of Defense under the first Bush, had so blinded him that he felt forced to become his own intelligence agency, manufacturing the intelligence that he needed and disregarding the rest.

It was a major triumph in perversion, a small group of alpha males had successfully conspired to destabilize the Middle East, the United States and the world in one fell swoop. Colin Powell and Condaleezza Rice could almost be considered tragic figures if only they would have done their jobs or resigned in protest, but neither did.

One of the most shocking lessons of Bush's War is that good and decent individuals, trying to do the right thing in a critical situation, will not or can not resist the flux of a system that's been commandeered by arrogant bullies, even when the system is wrong and even when the consequences are fatal to millions.

Condoleezza Rice, Colin Powell or George Tennant and others, at some point, could have made a significant effort to stop the madness that was sweeping us to war but they didn't. They fretted and complained but in the end, none of them were willing put everything on the line to do the right thing.

A recent poll shows that only 28% of Americans know that the Iraq death toll for American soldiers has reached 4000. Without a draft, a war tax or televised flag draped caskets, our shroud of ignorance is impenetrable. Once the world is set straight, history is recorded as precisely and correctly as it can be, how will we be able to look at ourselves and not feel shame? Gene

03/24/2008

Palast in my inbox

GOD DAMN AMERICA – ESPECIALLY PENNSYLVANIA
By Greg Palast

[Sunday, March 23, 2008, Forest City, PA ]

The kids were snoozing so I drove along the back roads skirting the Lackawanna River on a dawn hunt for black coffee and a newspaper.

I think even Norman Rockwell would have found this place too sticky sweet, too postcard:  the weathered barns, the fallow fields perfectly snow-frosted; red, white and blue flags already up on the clapboard farmhouses and the white-washed church in the valley already full for Easter prayers.

At a gas station, I scored the paper and coffee, spilled some on the front page – the closest thing I’ve got to a religious ritual – then parked in front of a row of insanely pretty salt-box houses shining like mad teeth on the river bank.   
One was missing a pick-up in the driveway; its screen door was left half-open, and there was a letter taped to the window.  The Sheriff’s Notice of eviction.  Another foreclosure.

God damn America.

I know that’s what Obama’s spiritual guide would say.  

But why?  It seems likes He’s already done a pretty good job of damning these United States.  

And He seems to have really taken it out on this corner of Pennsylvania.  

The gargantuan Bethlehem steel works have dwindled to a few robot-operated mills controlled from Mumbai, India. The only remainders of nearby Carbondale’s mining industry are in display cases at the ageing Coal Inn.  But you could still get out by selling your home to ski tourists from New York – until this year when mortgage markets turned cancerous. 

That leaves Forest City’s one industry, lumbering – which we can kiss goodbye since a recent ruling by the NAFTA board which allows the import of cheap Canadian wood.

Some local kid has made the paper having been thrown, helmet first, into the volcano called Iraq.  The Scranton Times-Tribune, two pages after the photo of a priest blessing a bowl of who knows what, noted that three soldiers killed in yesterday’s bombing are, “pushing the death toll in the five-year conflict to nearly 4,000” – which is true if you don’t count Iraqi dead.  But Someone must be counting them.  (From way up in heaven, I wonder if we look like a nation of Christians – or an empire of Romans.)

Phil Ochs, before he killed himself, wrote,

“This is a land full of power and glory,
        Beauty that words cannot recall.
    But her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom.
        Her glory shall rest on us all.”


Whatever.     It’s a difficult place to be an atheist, in this America, surfeited as it is on every vista with signs of His overwhelming grace and His exasperated wrath.  It’s as if the Lord Himself is just as confused and frustrated and disappointed as the rest of us by blessings so abused.

There’s one consolation.  He has apparently granted Pennsylvanians the privilege, come April 22, of choosing which Democrat will lose in November.  

Which may not mean much to Sandy Ryder on whom the spirit of Easter has landed like a ton of bricks.  Sandy, says the flyer tacked up at the Bingham diner, was, “Recently diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer.”  She’s a,  “Single mother of two – Tony and Brandon – and Grandmother of one – Jason.”

And there they were in a photocopied portrait, the earnest elder son and little Jason to her right, the young slacker (Tony?  Brandon?) slouched to her left.   The town’s hawking a benefit for Sandy, $10 at the door, “including Food and Beverage” and a “Chinese auction.”

(I’ll bet Al Qaeda could pick up some recruits here – if Osama would offer health insurance.)

Whatever. This is, after all, Holy Week, which marks the anniversary of the grounding of the Exxon Valdez, the day the giant oil corporation soaked 1,200 miles of Alaska’s coast with crude sludge. March 24 marks 19 years since the grounding and 19 years since Exxon’s promise to compensate the ruined fishermen. You should watch the 19-year-old video-tape of Exxon’s man in Alaska. I especially like the part where he tells the fishermen, “You have had some good luck – and you don’t realize it."

I know some of the fishermen on the TV footage, like the Anderson family, Eyak Natives. I can tell you, the Eyak don’t feel so lucky, still waiting for the Supreme Court to act on Exxon’s latest stall on payment. They’ve seen plenty of Sheriff’s Notices these past 19 years.

So Happy Easter.

George Bush tells us he’s, “feeling just fine.”  And we should be glad for him, I suppose.   

Bush ends his most belligerent speeches by saying, “God bless America.”  

So, why hasn’t He?

Maybe you can tell us, Mr. President:  Why hasn’t He?

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Obladi, Oblada

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The Easter weekend is over. The floors are re-swept, the food's put away and the goodies are fastened down. Pictures of the kids were taken and Art Linkletter was right, they say the darndest things.

It's spring, the sun is out and the sky is blue. I love fuzzy puppies and kittens. I wonder if somehow, when I wasn't watching, if my multitudinous and myriad sins were forgiven? Life is as full and good as I ever dreamt it should be. 

Sex has faded to the background, rather than being the first, last and the all points in between thing to occupy my mind. It's better that way.

I make less in retirement but somehow have more. Getting people to smile or laugh has become one of my favorite art forms. I'm happy and, except for a liver that's turning into Swiss cheese, rather healthy.

I have two vehicles that I'm not ashamed to drive, up to date inspections stickers on both of them, a license and auto insurance, things that I have, all or in part, at one time or another, driven without. 

Gas is ridiculously expensive and it's really, really hurting the poor and middle classes, but, we sat on our hands for the last 40 years so now we have to pay through our noses.

Nothing is perfect and nothing is so hopeless that it can't get better, priorities, priorities.

I'm hopeful and skeptical, happy and sad, aging without getting old. Whether there's more waiting our there or this little piece of existence is all we get, it's ok with me.    Gene

Gracie

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Tre and Dylan
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Zachary
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