OneForce is still knocked out. I can’t sleep. I have to keep going. My finger’s been on the pulse of this thing for so long I forget what it’s like not to be covering this story. This story. Can you even call it that? It’s the moment. It’s what happening and more importantly, it’s what’s happening next. So, buckle up.
Last night was a hulaballoo. Having torn through Europe, me and OneForce had to go our separate ways for awhile. More on that later. Thought I was dangerous for him. Too many of the wrong types of assholes looking for me. Course he had the same issue but I really thought I was doing him some kind of favor. Maybe I was. His "Preposterous Universe" paper laid it out perfectly and was extremely well received. People are asking questions all over the world on this day, I can assure you of that.
Could he have wrote it, banging around that empty castle in the Jungfrau’s with me kicking around, getting trashed and cursing out the Bush administration and the Punditocracy or whatever else? Blasting heavy music and shaking up the locals and just...well..being me? He probably coulda wrote it, I don’t know if he could stop himself now if he wanted to, but would it have been that perfect? I’d rather not guess.
More importantly, I can confess I might have flipped my cookies for a little while there. It’s tough to say. We’re travelling. There's lots of booze, girls and a host of party favors I’ll not get into here. Well, maybe I will but not right here. And there were NSA scum on my tail at least up until Amsterdam. The question was when had they picked me up? It’s already established that the white van parked across the street for so long that spooked me in the first place belonged to some dude my hot little roommate was banging. Cops towed it away not three days after I left, I’m told. But NSA’d been on me in Vancouver and I’d actually spoken to the jackals in Amsterdam and gotten to a place where I liked the fact that I had some governmental attention. Readership is readership. Would my future torturer have a favorite?
“I really liked ‘Just Got Here or Lived Here Forever,’” your brutish interrogator would ask you, a pair of red hot pliers fastened hard to your dingus, “is the fantasy nurse supposed to represent the American Dream?”
Besides, would I be here if I didn’t flip out a little? And if the NSA actually has been following me, what does it matter if I just anticipated them a little earlier?
I hear a steady banging sound, OneForce working up a head of steam with some filly he’d met last night. About time. Been blasting Ravel’s ‘Bolero’ as he humped holy hell out of her. Been a little while for him but to give the fella his due, he is actually trying to unify physics. I can only assume he’s trying to time the orgasm for when Bolero peaks. It’s the artful thing to do and any man in his right mind would be powerless but to attempt the same.
My little chickadee lay crumpled on the fold-out couch behind me. Gave me a sour look when I got up and started making hotel coffee. I may have closed my eyes for a few minutes but I don’t think I’ve slept. I’m paid to write whatever I like at this phase and let me tell you, for a writer who’s always had to steal the time to write whatever strikes his fancy, this is heaven. I just hope it doesn’t take my edge.
These days I'm getting more and more folks that want me to write about OneForce and to a degree I am, because you write what you know but that’s not specifically the story I cover or have been covering since SenseChange was created, back in late 2000. OneForce is a part of the story but not the sum total story because the story’s even bigger than some guy totally changing the game on everything from the realm of SubAtomicParticlePhysics to How the Universe Works. But he’s a part of the story because the story is Change.
Change. Before I was iSC or iSenseChange it was just SenseChange. The name was crafted before B-Rack Obama and every other politician in the world had picked up ‘Change’ as the mantra that will resonate with the People. The name was crafted because I wanted a name that demonstrated my profound and ongoing belief that we, all of us, as a species and a planet were and are on the cusp of massive, paradigmatic change. Couldn’t have told you then –or now, for that matter- if it was gonna be good or bad but change was coming. Change is here. And you know it is too.
So yeah, OneForce is part of it but just a part, you know?
Good Christ they’re really going at it in there. Even over the blaring orchestral number you can hear stinging slaps and flesh pounding flesh. Can hear OneForce as much as his filly, which is, as always, profoundly disturbing. Mine, though still sleeping, has an annoyed look on her face which would have put the kibosh on us getting together had I seen it last night. I may be a little judgemental but I expect to only see that face much later, when I’ll no doubt deserve it. The pace is picking up, a crescendo of climactic climaxes. a cacophony of cumshots. I’m in a pickle as I want to turn up 'the Hurricane' by Bob Dylan but not so loud that I’ll have to prematurely deal with this gal on the couch.
I’m not a ‘next day’ dude and I can’t pretend I am. I said a lot of sweet things last night that have nothing whatsoever to do with today. I will be glued to my laptop for the foreseeable future, for as long as it takes to encapsulate, to crystallize what I see happening and some gals just don’t understand how a computer screen can be more interesting than they are. Or why I want them to leave. It’s ugly but nonetheless it is that way.
OneForce stumbles out, the big galoot. He’s wiping off the end of his knob with a bathrobe that looks like somebody died in it.
“Jesus fuck,” I mumble over my shoulder, “what’d she do to you?” He looks like a stabbing victim. At least three empty bottles of Valpolcella Folinari solves that mystery for any would-be Sherlock Holmeses out there. He steps, barefooted into a plate full of old roomservice and barely even notices it, leaving little mashed-potatoe smears across the kitchen tile.
“All sorts of things.” He’s scratching his all-too-visible nuts and I’m shaking my head.
“You, uh…” I began, “you tell her who you are?”
“Yep. We’re in love.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh dude,” I cradle my still throbbing head in my hands, “you didn’t.”
“Yep. Told her everything. Who I am, who you are, what we’re doing, the whole shootin’ match.”
“Fuck off! You didn’t!”
He shrugged. “I love her.” I start softly banging my already throbbing noggin into the tabletop. OneForce helps himself to some coffee, scratching his all-too-visible nuts the whole time. “She’s coming with us. So’s yours. We’re gonna be a team.” Stirs his coffee with what necessarily has to be an extremely dirty finger. “Like Scooby-Doo.”
Now the bastard’s laughing at me, sloshing coffee all over our already putrid kitchenette floor. And, to be fair, I’m laughing at myself. He hasn’t told her anything. If I know OneForce he hasn’t told her anything but he hasn’t lied to her either. He carries with him the same obsession with Truth that I do, if anything, for him, it’s way more intense. And unlike me he actually attempts to practice what preaches. His Truths are based on mathematics, mine just on what smallish kernals of it can be gleaned from the heaping masses of crap and garbage we’re being force-fed daily by a buncha media-dicks and political hacks. Which means mine arise form a far more cynical source and does nothing to hamper me getting a little creative with it in my day-to-day.
“Hell of a thing to do to a fellow first thing in the morning,” I chastised him.
“Autumn!” he hollered at his gal in the bedroom, ignoring me. “Do breakfast?”
“Don’t do it,” I hiss at him. He's looking at my gal on the couch that’s starting to wake up. Breakfast. What a dick. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
Look, I’m not an asshole, okay? Well…I’m an asshole sometimes. Often. But in this case I’ve got stuff to do. I’ve got a prediction in mind for the coming elections and I have to write the thing up and launch it into BlogWorlde before anybody else nails it. But I can’t just predict the thing, you know it’s gotta look good, gotta read right off the screen, gotta piss you off once and make you laugh a coupla times. It’s gotta be worthy of the iSC brand. I have a readership.
All of which is to say that it takes time, loud music, massive spliffs and most importantly, no clammering gal I met and nailed last night. Maybe I am an asshole but I’ve been calling this election with astonishing clarity from almost a year before it even started. And choosing Biden as Bama’s veep in May of this year made me officially spooky. And now I have another feeling and it’s gotta be blogged and there’s old OneForce, fucking with me.
Besides all that, we have to talk. I made a realization and he’s really starting to hit it big and I’m a danger to him once more. And I need to talk about it with him but it’s too late.
“C’mon!” he smirks at me, the dick, “what’s your gal’s name? Betcha she wants breakfast, eh buddy? Eh?”
“Force!” I whisper/bark sternly, “knock it off! You know very well I have no fucking idea what it’s name is.”
It. I called her ‘it.’ It’s out of my mouth, I can’t take it back. I wasn’t even aware I’d said it until a gorgeous blue eye opens, eyebrows arched. Doomed. OneForce holds his breath, watching the scene unfold.
“Morning,” I say to a very non-plussed gal.
"It." All she says and all she needs to. Force tenderly grabs my gal’s big toe and gives it a playful wiggle.
"Aw c'mon, what’s your name or do I just call you Sweetie? Want some breakfast, Sweetie?” It takes OneForce very little time to totally disarm her, mostly through making fun of me, though she’ll never look at me with anything less than contempt from here on in, is my suspicion. My fancy footwork got entirely used up last night. But she’s giggling and nodding and stretching and laughing and very much a complete part of the OneForce Morning Coffee Fiasco. There goes my morning. He’s silently laughing his balls off whenever he can get away with it.
“Autumn,” he hollers at the bedroom, “have you met Sweetie? We're doin' breakkie!”
The gals are humming around, getting dressed and giggling and whatnot and OneForce is the very definition of charming-yet-rascally, all-too-awake fun while I’m a grousing, hungover jerk. OneForce works with it. I’m the butt of nearly every joke, like it’s him and the girls against grumpy old iSense. He’ll come up and ruffle your hair like you’re a five year old or something and you’d like to smack him one. And you would. If he weren’t such a big fucker.
How such a big galoot ever got into gravitation and meta-physics or actually had a mind in his head is anybody’s guess. One look and you’d expect him to take chairs in the head for a living. Its been good cover for him in our adventures. Undercover by being right up there, out in the open and over the top. Dressed to kill and yammering out of the sides of our mouths like great, coke-snorkeling CEOs. Men of Great Import. It’s how we blew right through the airport to Amsterdam and Freedom and in and out of a million little fracases across the world.
Roll with it, Sensey. It’s a part of the story now and there’s nothing to be done. I pack up the laptop and my gal grouses at me again. OneForce calls me on it and makes me up as the most insufferable heel if I’m going to bring my laptop to the breakfast table at this fine restaurant we’ll be at and by the time he’s through I may well have no choice but to abandon both it and my plans and roll with it.
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Dear America, This Nobel's For You, Shut Up and Take It
It could be that Barack Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize because the last President scared the bejeezuz out of thinking people everywhere. What better way for the world to encourage the American citizenry to vote for sane, intelligent, rational leaders that believe in discourse and diplomacy over preemptive wars? If they'd somehow voted in Johnny 'Bomb Bomb' McCain don't you think he'd be pushing the world for a brand new war with Iran?
Give him two, if you can.
Obama deserves it and so does, by proxy, every single American that voted, volunteered, wore a button or placed a bumper sticker that said vote for Obama/Reason/Sanity. I thank you, the world thanks you, here's your Nobel Peace Prize. I couldn't be more serious.
Hey, listen America, you guys are the Big Dogs and when you elect a stuttering halfwit with a daddy grudge to the highest office of your land it affects us, okay? I mean, directly. Don’t believe me? I have countrymen fighting, bleeding and dying in Afghanistan right now and they’ve been there this whole time, holding up their end of a rotten deal while Dubya fucked off to Iraq chasing god knows what for god knows why. Just barely missed havin ‘em in Iraq too. And you know what? Many of the Right wing nutters in my country had the same type of hard-on for Gulf Two as yours did. Just ask Canada's current Prime Minister. So here we all are.
Obama deserves it and here's why. If you, like me, have seen the world and specifically humanity edging towards a massive, all consuming Shift and if you, like me, felt like this shift could best be described as "Transcend or End", with the End team perhaps best represented by the likes of the aptly named "Dick" Cheney and his ilk, well, who leads the team for the other side? It just can't be debated. Even if you hate the man, or distrust the man or think no American president should ever be able to recieve the Nobel Prize, it just cannot be denied that the wide majority of people on earth would nominate Barack Obama as the Captain of the Transcend team, if pressed to answer the question. That's why he won it and that's why he deserves it.
Now, has he got everybody safely out of Iraq? Not yet. Afghanistan? No easy answers there but you know what? There never has been. The economy? He was dealt history's shittiest hand by a swaggering, snickering, half-retarded hick that broke almost anything worth breaking and within reach. Finance reforms? Working on it, with heavy opposition from entrenched interests including his own political party. Ditto health care. Ditto environment. Etc. And has he bridged the great political divide between Demosissy and Repuglican? Nope, and he won't any time soon but here's the thing: every time he hits a reset button with, like say, Russia, every historic speech he gives to the Arab world and even every reach-out to the Repuglican Party of No is further testament of his abilities, patience and long term smarts.
You chose wisely, America, and this Nobel Prize is the World speaking filter-free and directly to you. Good work. One president can't do it all, in fact he probably can't even do most of it. It's you. You have lot's more to do but take heart. So do we.
Give him two, if you can.
Obama deserves it and so does, by proxy, every single American that voted, volunteered, wore a button or placed a bumper sticker that said vote for Obama/Reason/Sanity. I thank you, the world thanks you, here's your Nobel Peace Prize. I couldn't be more serious.
Hey, listen America, you guys are the Big Dogs and when you elect a stuttering halfwit with a daddy grudge to the highest office of your land it affects us, okay? I mean, directly. Don’t believe me? I have countrymen fighting, bleeding and dying in Afghanistan right now and they’ve been there this whole time, holding up their end of a rotten deal while Dubya fucked off to Iraq chasing god knows what for god knows why. Just barely missed havin ‘em in Iraq too. And you know what? Many of the Right wing nutters in my country had the same type of hard-on for Gulf Two as yours did. Just ask Canada's current Prime Minister. So here we all are.
Obama deserves it and here's why. If you, like me, have seen the world and specifically humanity edging towards a massive, all consuming Shift and if you, like me, felt like this shift could best be described as "Transcend or End", with the End team perhaps best represented by the likes of the aptly named "Dick" Cheney and his ilk, well, who leads the team for the other side? It just can't be debated. Even if you hate the man, or distrust the man or think no American president should ever be able to recieve the Nobel Prize, it just cannot be denied that the wide majority of people on earth would nominate Barack Obama as the Captain of the Transcend team, if pressed to answer the question. That's why he won it and that's why he deserves it.
Now, has he got everybody safely out of Iraq? Not yet. Afghanistan? No easy answers there but you know what? There never has been. The economy? He was dealt history's shittiest hand by a swaggering, snickering, half-retarded hick that broke almost anything worth breaking and within reach. Finance reforms? Working on it, with heavy opposition from entrenched interests including his own political party. Ditto health care. Ditto environment. Etc. And has he bridged the great political divide between Demosissy and Repuglican? Nope, and he won't any time soon but here's the thing: every time he hits a reset button with, like say, Russia, every historic speech he gives to the Arab world and even every reach-out to the Repuglican Party of No is further testament of his abilities, patience and long term smarts.
You chose wisely, America, and this Nobel Prize is the World speaking filter-free and directly to you. Good work. One president can't do it all, in fact he probably can't even do most of it. It's you. You have lot's more to do but take heart. So do we.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Canadian ClusterF@#k: Stephen Harper is a Scheming Dick
Thu Dec 18, 2008 at 05:13:32 PM PST
Don’t like the state of your Canadian government or lack thereof? Join the club. An unnecessary election in which millions were spent yet nothing (and I mean nothing) changed, followed by a gang war between a divisive, neo-Rovian, Bush-lite incumbent and a bunch of boring geeks and incompetent losers whom very nearly seized the leadership of the country at the end of it? And where are we now, precisely? How about and a month-and-a-half parliamentary shut-down during the biggest global economic crisis in history? What the Christ are these idiots doing, you ask yourself, if you’re even half awake, are we Canada or Tanzania for fuck’s sakes?
Up on stage at the Beggar, against your will and headed for certain doom in the form of an impromptu band with no setlist and an inexperienced and clearly drunken drummer. Beggar owner Doug was supposed to sing back-up, having orchestrated this mess but is now nowhere to be found, not the first time he’s pulled something like this on you, depraved bastard that he is. Something about it reminds you of the crazed state of politics in Canada’s national scene, which is what prompts you, after slugging back a huge tankard of Guinness to describe your brand new, completely inept band as ‘The Coalition of Musicians.’ Why not? There’s some resonance there.
The crowd responds to it, you can see them out there, every single one of them wanting to hear you sound off on this new, latest and greatest of Canadian clusterfucks, because they ‘re all thinking about it and wanting to talk about it. But how is your Calgarian audience going to react when you tell them that their hometown boy is responsible for the whole mess and probably something of a Fascist and has learned only the bad things from his good buddy and former college cheerleader George ‘Dubya’ Bush. The band (sans Doug, of course) kicks in with ‘Roadhouse Blues’ in the nick of time, before you have the chance to blurt the following:
Stephen Harper kicked a sick and stinking dog in the guts and got a well deserved bite in the arse for it. What is now undeniable is that it was a waste of goddamned time, just like the election he called was a waste of goddamned time, no matter who you like leading your country in January. At a time where it’s probably never been more important for everybody to be working together to shore Canada up against some truly dark and threatening times, Harper rolled the dice with politics and division, the worst of which was by threatening to eliminate public funding for political parties. Funding being cash, cash being the lifeblood of any political party and after an epic loss by the Liberals during a time of Recession, a more obvious and public curb-stomping would require actual bloodshed. Or maybe nooses.
"I Hate All These Guys, Why Should My Taxes Go to Them?"
On the surface, and just on the surface, eliminating public financing for political parties sounds like a hell of an idea. Let’s spend the money on schools and roads or, better yet, why not pass the savings onto the people so we can all buy ourselves what I’m guessing amounts to an extra 6-pack at the end of the year? It’s a compelling argument until you realize that the alternative to public financing is private financing, which, always and forever, creates a government owned lock, stock and barrel by Big Business. It’s not rocket science. Ask America.
Private funding amounts to whatever you, me or the Big Corporations are going to donate to a nation’s political parties. So if it’s you and me, maybe it’s a coupla bucks but it’s probably nothing because what in the hell would we invest in a political party for, when a 24 of beer gets you a positive feeling and immediate results right away? Time and time again I’ve voted for the can of beer and have absolutely never been disappointed with my decision. So if we’re not donating, well then you have to now stop and ask yourself: who is?
Big business invests the money and it’s not just a case of beer but millions and millions of cases of beer with the understanding that they now own the candidate and thus the country. And what happens next? Levees fail. Wars begin over the blood of dead dinosaurs, paid for by the Citizens and future generations of Citizens while making Big Business rich and richer. Meanwhile the earth speedily converts into an ashtray as Big Oil scrambles to create an unresolved debate where there is none, courtesy of Big Media, transforming what's supposed to be an informed citizenry into a society of distracted, terrified and probably sleeping lemmings. And gibbering chimps get elected. And we’d all hate for something like that to happen, right?
For Harper to begin cheerleading the privatization of political party funding means, necessarily, that he’s okay with your government being owned part and parcel by the Corporations. He’s under no illusions in this regard. The Right wing is traditionally the party of Big Business so there’s a very natural marriage going on there which is good for Big Business and good for the Conservative Party of Canada but bad for nearly everything and everybody else. I would have voted no confidence too. Twice if I could have. So there you have it.
But shit, you think, maybe it won’t be so bad? "I’m playing bass" Doug assures you, "don’t worry about it." Bass plus back-up singer? We might just pull this thing off. Maybe we can bust out some 54-40. Or "Watch the World Die," by Everclear, that’d be cool. But it doesn’t feel like that’s what’s going to happen, not at all, and the hunted look of your compatriots around you don’t provide much assurance. What’s the penalty for dropping out at this phase, you wonder to yourself? Was it even possible? Doug’d have the room in an uproar. They’d hunt you down. No, skipping out on the deal is not an option. So you grin and bear it, you go up with what you got and you take your shot at it and you let the chips fall where they goddamned may. And you just don’t give a shit. As if to seal the deal you hear your name and not six seconds later a shooter coasts perfectly into your outstretched hand, a perfect slide from a girl with a pair of eyes a fella could get lost in forever. A quick salute and down the hatch. Fuck it.
Fat girls, Mopeds and the Bloc Quebecois
Harper’s defense against the dread Coalition can basically be summed up as follows: "The Separatists are coming!!! THE SEPARTISTS ARE COMING!!!" That’s a bit of an eyeroller coming from Harper, considering he’d arguably done more for the Separatist cause than any PM in history when he formerly recognized Quebec as a "Nation within Canada," depending, of course, how you choose to look at it.
Quebec, the French and Separatists aside, the Bloc Quebecois as a political organization can most aptly be described as a loose and dirty woman that everybody in town puts the screws to now and then and always piously deny to the high heavens later. Never the bridesmaid nor the bride, the Bloc Quebecois is the town pump and they get used and they get paid for it and they’re generally happy as a clam with the whole situation because they get to dress up real nice, enjoy a couple of nice meals and get all sorts of pretty gifts when all is said and done. So it has been, so it shall always be. Right now the Coalition is their sugar daddy but Harper himself, in spite of his feigned outrage at the current situation, brought this particularly ugly girl to the dance back in September of ‘04 when he was rattling the saber at the Martin government. And Dion, for his part, incoherently screamed at the outright danger, injustice and irresponsibility of banding with the Separatists. At least I think that’s what he was trying to say. And so it goes.
What’s Next?
For Harper? He will of course eliminate, for now, the incredibly dangerous notion of privatizing political funding, knowing as he now knows that his opponents, surprisingly enough, won’t actively allow him to murder them in cold blood. Beyond that, he’s basically got two choices: Push blood-and-guts political practices in the hopes of crushing his enemies and dividing the populace just enough to maintain a Rovian, 50% plus one majority victory the next time at the polls or stop rolling the partisan dice and actually lead the whole country through these, the darkest economic times in the history of the world. Maybe the ultimate question is whether a scheming dick can change his spots. Time will tell.
As for you and the so-called Coalition of Musicians, well, it’s going as well as could be expected, which is to say, not so well at all. You finally spot Doug over at the VLTs, ostensibly gambling but in actuality he’s helplessly laughing his ass off at the spectacle on stage. You flip the finger at him and, bastard that he is, he just points a finger atyou and continues laughing uncontrollably. "You’ll suffer, buddy!" you mouth at him, "you’ll rue." And he will. There’s a million ways to exact small revenge on your smart-ass buddy when he owns a bar.
In the mean time, though most sets are at least three songs long we cut it down to two during Johnny Cash’s ‘Folsom County Blues,’ when your drummer slows his beat to a crawl for no reason whatsoever, beyond possibly not even knowing where he was. Christ, you think, is he blacking out? Does he need first aid? You and your coalition turn and look at him, wondering what the fuck it is he thinks he’s doing, but he’s chasing musical rabbits in his mind, oblivious to you, the band and even the audience. You slow down the lyrics and just wait for the whole awful thing to close but then, against all expectation, switch tacks and repeat a line from the song about rich folks and whiskey and cigars, only because you like singing the line and the Coalition of Musicians is already as awful as they can be. At this phase, why not repeat a stanza or two? Reverse style points. See how these things happen? Set finished, you thank our audience for not throwing even one beer bottle at you and beat a hasty retreat to the bar.
Don’t like the state of your Canadian government or lack thereof? Join the club. An unnecessary election in which millions were spent yet nothing (and I mean nothing) changed, followed by a gang war between a divisive, neo-Rovian, Bush-lite incumbent and a bunch of boring geeks and incompetent losers whom very nearly seized the leadership of the country at the end of it? And where are we now, precisely? How about and a month-and-a-half parliamentary shut-down during the biggest global economic crisis in history? What the Christ are these idiots doing, you ask yourself, if you’re even half awake, are we Canada or Tanzania for fuck’s sakes?
Up on stage at the Beggar, against your will and headed for certain doom in the form of an impromptu band with no setlist and an inexperienced and clearly drunken drummer. Beggar owner Doug was supposed to sing back-up, having orchestrated this mess but is now nowhere to be found, not the first time he’s pulled something like this on you, depraved bastard that he is. Something about it reminds you of the crazed state of politics in Canada’s national scene, which is what prompts you, after slugging back a huge tankard of Guinness to describe your brand new, completely inept band as ‘The Coalition of Musicians.’ Why not? There’s some resonance there.
The crowd responds to it, you can see them out there, every single one of them wanting to hear you sound off on this new, latest and greatest of Canadian clusterfucks, because they ‘re all thinking about it and wanting to talk about it. But how is your Calgarian audience going to react when you tell them that their hometown boy is responsible for the whole mess and probably something of a Fascist and has learned only the bad things from his good buddy and former college cheerleader George ‘Dubya’ Bush. The band (sans Doug, of course) kicks in with ‘Roadhouse Blues’ in the nick of time, before you have the chance to blurt the following:
Stephen Harper kicked a sick and stinking dog in the guts and got a well deserved bite in the arse for it. What is now undeniable is that it was a waste of goddamned time, just like the election he called was a waste of goddamned time, no matter who you like leading your country in January. At a time where it’s probably never been more important for everybody to be working together to shore Canada up against some truly dark and threatening times, Harper rolled the dice with politics and division, the worst of which was by threatening to eliminate public funding for political parties. Funding being cash, cash being the lifeblood of any political party and after an epic loss by the Liberals during a time of Recession, a more obvious and public curb-stomping would require actual bloodshed. Or maybe nooses.
"I Hate All These Guys, Why Should My Taxes Go to Them?"
On the surface, and just on the surface, eliminating public financing for political parties sounds like a hell of an idea. Let’s spend the money on schools and roads or, better yet, why not pass the savings onto the people so we can all buy ourselves what I’m guessing amounts to an extra 6-pack at the end of the year? It’s a compelling argument until you realize that the alternative to public financing is private financing, which, always and forever, creates a government owned lock, stock and barrel by Big Business. It’s not rocket science. Ask America.
Private funding amounts to whatever you, me or the Big Corporations are going to donate to a nation’s political parties. So if it’s you and me, maybe it’s a coupla bucks but it’s probably nothing because what in the hell would we invest in a political party for, when a 24 of beer gets you a positive feeling and immediate results right away? Time and time again I’ve voted for the can of beer and have absolutely never been disappointed with my decision. So if we’re not donating, well then you have to now stop and ask yourself: who is?
Big business invests the money and it’s not just a case of beer but millions and millions of cases of beer with the understanding that they now own the candidate and thus the country. And what happens next? Levees fail. Wars begin over the blood of dead dinosaurs, paid for by the Citizens and future generations of Citizens while making Big Business rich and richer. Meanwhile the earth speedily converts into an ashtray as Big Oil scrambles to create an unresolved debate where there is none, courtesy of Big Media, transforming what's supposed to be an informed citizenry into a society of distracted, terrified and probably sleeping lemmings. And gibbering chimps get elected. And we’d all hate for something like that to happen, right?
For Harper to begin cheerleading the privatization of political party funding means, necessarily, that he’s okay with your government being owned part and parcel by the Corporations. He’s under no illusions in this regard. The Right wing is traditionally the party of Big Business so there’s a very natural marriage going on there which is good for Big Business and good for the Conservative Party of Canada but bad for nearly everything and everybody else. I would have voted no confidence too. Twice if I could have. So there you have it.
But shit, you think, maybe it won’t be so bad? "I’m playing bass" Doug assures you, "don’t worry about it." Bass plus back-up singer? We might just pull this thing off. Maybe we can bust out some 54-40. Or "Watch the World Die," by Everclear, that’d be cool. But it doesn’t feel like that’s what’s going to happen, not at all, and the hunted look of your compatriots around you don’t provide much assurance. What’s the penalty for dropping out at this phase, you wonder to yourself? Was it even possible? Doug’d have the room in an uproar. They’d hunt you down. No, skipping out on the deal is not an option. So you grin and bear it, you go up with what you got and you take your shot at it and you let the chips fall where they goddamned may. And you just don’t give a shit. As if to seal the deal you hear your name and not six seconds later a shooter coasts perfectly into your outstretched hand, a perfect slide from a girl with a pair of eyes a fella could get lost in forever. A quick salute and down the hatch. Fuck it.
Fat girls, Mopeds and the Bloc Quebecois
Harper’s defense against the dread Coalition can basically be summed up as follows: "The Separatists are coming!!! THE SEPARTISTS ARE COMING!!!" That’s a bit of an eyeroller coming from Harper, considering he’d arguably done more for the Separatist cause than any PM in history when he formerly recognized Quebec as a "Nation within Canada," depending, of course, how you choose to look at it.
Quebec, the French and Separatists aside, the Bloc Quebecois as a political organization can most aptly be described as a loose and dirty woman that everybody in town puts the screws to now and then and always piously deny to the high heavens later. Never the bridesmaid nor the bride, the Bloc Quebecois is the town pump and they get used and they get paid for it and they’re generally happy as a clam with the whole situation because they get to dress up real nice, enjoy a couple of nice meals and get all sorts of pretty gifts when all is said and done. So it has been, so it shall always be. Right now the Coalition is their sugar daddy but Harper himself, in spite of his feigned outrage at the current situation, brought this particularly ugly girl to the dance back in September of ‘04 when he was rattling the saber at the Martin government. And Dion, for his part, incoherently screamed at the outright danger, injustice and irresponsibility of banding with the Separatists. At least I think that’s what he was trying to say. And so it goes.
What’s Next?
For Harper? He will of course eliminate, for now, the incredibly dangerous notion of privatizing political funding, knowing as he now knows that his opponents, surprisingly enough, won’t actively allow him to murder them in cold blood. Beyond that, he’s basically got two choices: Push blood-and-guts political practices in the hopes of crushing his enemies and dividing the populace just enough to maintain a Rovian, 50% plus one majority victory the next time at the polls or stop rolling the partisan dice and actually lead the whole country through these, the darkest economic times in the history of the world. Maybe the ultimate question is whether a scheming dick can change his spots. Time will tell.
As for you and the so-called Coalition of Musicians, well, it’s going as well as could be expected, which is to say, not so well at all. You finally spot Doug over at the VLTs, ostensibly gambling but in actuality he’s helplessly laughing his ass off at the spectacle on stage. You flip the finger at him and, bastard that he is, he just points a finger atyou and continues laughing uncontrollably. "You’ll suffer, buddy!" you mouth at him, "you’ll rue." And he will. There’s a million ways to exact small revenge on your smart-ass buddy when he owns a bar.
In the mean time, though most sets are at least three songs long we cut it down to two during Johnny Cash’s ‘Folsom County Blues,’ when your drummer slows his beat to a crawl for no reason whatsoever, beyond possibly not even knowing where he was. Christ, you think, is he blacking out? Does he need first aid? You and your coalition turn and look at him, wondering what the fuck it is he thinks he’s doing, but he’s chasing musical rabbits in his mind, oblivious to you, the band and even the audience. You slow down the lyrics and just wait for the whole awful thing to close but then, against all expectation, switch tacks and repeat a line from the song about rich folks and whiskey and cigars, only because you like singing the line and the Coalition of Musicians is already as awful as they can be. At this phase, why not repeat a stanza or two? Reverse style points. See how these things happen? Set finished, you thank our audience for not throwing even one beer bottle at you and beat a hasty retreat to the bar.
Dubya Nearly Smoked in the Head by a Pair of Shoes
Sun Dec 14, 2008 at 08:23:33 PM PST
Jack,
Can’t stop watching the video of that dude throwing not one but two shoes at the President, who, it turns out, is actually pretty quick on his feet when he needs to be. What a shot! What a couple of shots! This guy is fucking deadly with those shoes, man! I’ve never seen anything like it! And I’m just about equally impressed with former college cheerleader George 'Dubya' Bush for moving so fast himself! These are two athletes at the top of their prospective games we’re watching here, makes you wonder if Bush has had to do a lot of duck-and-cover during his reign as America’s worst and most hated President of all time? Have there been other shoes? What do they throw at him in Tanzania? Istanbul?
It’s become my favorite net clip of all time, second only to that one where the ape sniffs his finger after scratching his ass and falls out of the tree. What do you figure? Guantanamo? Abu Graib? A book deal? I’m told he is (was?) a journalist, which means he’ll have some choice words about the whole thing, should he survive the next couple of weeks. And he ought to. Giving Bush a black eye for the holidays would have been the perfect gift to the whole world, America most certainly included. It’s a pretty good gift as it stands.
Chalk up yet one more in the irony column for the Bush Administration, Dubya nearly gets knocked out by a flung shoe when he's in Iraq promoting the New Security Deal. You believe it? You really can't make this stuff up. They keep surprising me, even at this late date.
None of which has anything to do with me dropping you a line at ______’s behest, regarding potential contribution of material to your many fine publications. Sure, I’m game. I’m thinking the way forward is take a peek at the last thing I wrote on a blog at the DailyKos regarding the Obama victory, which I’ve attached to this email for your perusal. If you can get past the swearing and terrible grammar you may or may not find some smallish nugget of wisdom worth a toss to somebody, somewhere and if this indeed is the case then maybe we have a pint and hash something out.
All for now,
iSenseChange
Jack,
Can’t stop watching the video of that dude throwing not one but two shoes at the President, who, it turns out, is actually pretty quick on his feet when he needs to be. What a shot! What a couple of shots! This guy is fucking deadly with those shoes, man! I’ve never seen anything like it! And I’m just about equally impressed with former college cheerleader George 'Dubya' Bush for moving so fast himself! These are two athletes at the top of their prospective games we’re watching here, makes you wonder if Bush has had to do a lot of duck-and-cover during his reign as America’s worst and most hated President of all time? Have there been other shoes? What do they throw at him in Tanzania? Istanbul?
It’s become my favorite net clip of all time, second only to that one where the ape sniffs his finger after scratching his ass and falls out of the tree. What do you figure? Guantanamo? Abu Graib? A book deal? I’m told he is (was?) a journalist, which means he’ll have some choice words about the whole thing, should he survive the next couple of weeks. And he ought to. Giving Bush a black eye for the holidays would have been the perfect gift to the whole world, America most certainly included. It’s a pretty good gift as it stands.
Chalk up yet one more in the irony column for the Bush Administration, Dubya nearly gets knocked out by a flung shoe when he's in Iraq promoting the New Security Deal. You believe it? You really can't make this stuff up. They keep surprising me, even at this late date.
None of which has anything to do with me dropping you a line at ______’s behest, regarding potential contribution of material to your many fine publications. Sure, I’m game. I’m thinking the way forward is take a peek at the last thing I wrote on a blog at the DailyKos regarding the Obama victory, which I’ve attached to this email for your perusal. If you can get past the swearing and terrible grammar you may or may not find some smallish nugget of wisdom worth a toss to somebody, somewhere and if this indeed is the case then maybe we have a pint and hash something out.
All for now,
iSenseChange
The Obama Victory
I'm down at the Blind Beggar where, amongst a great many other things, I blog political news for their groundbreaking and wildly successful newsletter; "Beggar Blast". It's a Sunday, there's a band named "Double Ds and the B.J." up on stage and I'm drinking a coffee absolutely drenched in at least three types of booze. And trying to get my head around it all. The Obama victory. "Why not write it up for our groundbreaking and wildly successful newsletter," Pat advises me, after I yammered about it to him non-stop over a very decent soup. Like I have a choice to write about the thing but Pat is good about giving me a deadline to utterly bust and drag around with me. A topic this time as well, though I’d already assigned it to myself, had been writing about it for a few years now.
Getting drunk. With fun new friends that can possibly teach me guitar. Being served big frothy beers by some very unique and sexy girls. Gained a scribe along the way, which is invaluable to a blogger on the run who’s usually ripped when his best work gurgles up from the primordial ooze. But only when the background music ain’t loud and my scribe can actually hear me, which is seldom in this joint, which means you gotta grab a piece of ‘puter whenever you can and fire out what blasts there be. Because the moment has to be encapsulated. And this is not just a moment. It’s a Moment. Know what I’m saying? I’m betting you do.
What does the Obama victory mean? To me? The culmination of years of writing vicious and cynical diatribes against a land of fools ruled by monsters, an American dream turned to nightmare, a world powerless but to sit back and watch a once noble country eat itself alive. Suffice it to say, it got ugly for a while there. Real ugly. So ugly the temptation is to pull it all out and explore it once more, call out those evil jackdogs and pirates just one more time because it’s what you’re used to, man! It’s what you feel strangely comfortable doing. And why not?
Lemme get it out of my system: George ‘Dubya’ Bush is actually a moron. A swaggering, snickering, half-retarded hick that broke almost anything worth breaking and within reach. And lied obvious lies about it. And didn’t really give a shit about it. And probably never will. That even red-meat Republicans seem ready to embrace this otherwise universally accepted truth is all the evidence you’ll ever need. George Dubya Bush is less like a presidential figure and more like a character in a sitcom. Like an evil Balki Bartacamus. He is a buffoon and often seems more interested in talking about what he’s had to eat that day then pressing matters of global concern. I could go on. Forever.
Point is, how can you talk about the Obama victory without talkin’ bout Bush? The Bush presidency was the end of the old ways. It brought every corrupt and filthy detail of how business goes down in the Halls of High Power to the forefront where even the American Idol crowd ever so slowly realized something was rotten in the land of the Free and Brave: criminals were at large and in charge. And it was funny at first, until countries got invaded, levvies started breaking, people started dying and global economies started crashing.
What can I say? From thence came Obama. Yeah. Guy talking straight about the whole thing. Saw him first at the Democratic National Convention in 2004, the brightest light of a party about to lose what should have been a no-brainer of an election. That’s what you get for nominating a largish chunk of wood for your presidential nominee. I won’t go into it. This is about ‘Bama, who was basically a total unknown in ’04 that went out there and laid down the thunder on that crowd and said it like it was and blew the socks off of anybody that heard him, including this lil’ blogger from Up North. Made me turn down the cynicism for a while and just listen. Which doesn’t happen a whole lot to us hardened, political blogger types. Almost never.
Second time I saw him was maybe six months later when he was being interviewed by Charlie Rose and I sat and listened to the 30 minute interview. Thinking oh man, if only you could get elected. Jesus H. Christ, just imagine it. Guy knows exactly what’s going on out there and has vision and may even be one those ‘Great Men’ that America produces now and again. And right then and right there I felt he had a shot at it. What he was saying struck a chord and I felt that a fella slingin’ truths in this time of very obvious and almost universal deception could maybe do quite well for himself. Especially as the obviousness just keeps getting obviouser. "Never happen," I said aloud to a messy kitchen, "they’d kill him if he ever got serious. Too bad." And went about my day. Even then just a little bit hopeful at what I’d seen.
Reflecting on the moment, I make a shooter of tonic and beef from my sandwich (that I’m told I swore at, which is weird) and have it sent to Pat. I’ve done this only twice before. We haven’t spoken about it since and may never. My scribe returns with his comely lady-friend and described to me a transcendental moment of mercy surrounding a sluggish fly and his sneaker whilst taking a dump and the whole time I’m trying to figure out what to do with my truck. I’m s’posed to stay at the bartender’s place tonight but can’t because my brother’s nailing her and I’m certain the sheets are glazed. I’d rather sleep on the floor, which, I’m told, is probably no better. Hey, am I gonna get in trouble for this stuff? What are the rules here? And where was I? Shit.
In late March of ’07, long before he’d announced his candidacy I had the following to say about America’s next president:
"the question in my mind is not whether he is the best candidate for ’08 but rather if America deserves him. And if they can elect him without killing him."
A very ugly caveat now echoed by almost anyone I talk to: "If they don’t kill him," they say. And people have a point. Abe Lincoln took a double-tap to the back of the head in a theatre. JFK was slain in the back of a convertible on a sunny day by more than one gun. Martin Luther King was killed outside his hotel room and he knew it was coming and had already accepted it. What I’m saying is America kills its great men. Which means George Bush’ll probably live forever. But Bama?
This is where I’m powerless but to delve into that strange realm that I find myself returning to now and again in my own personal odyssey, a realm where all my Science and my Logic and my Reason flies the coop because for a few seconds at least there’s something more powerful driving the whole show. It’s something that says relax, Sense. It’s not supposed to be like that. You haven’t gone through all that, caught a glimpse of the Sublime and the Greatness only to see a Great man’s head explode in a crimson mist, a return to crime, deceit and universal ugliness. As awful as we can be, we can be also great. Both sides of the binary exist within each of us and therefore collectively. Maybe I’m nuts. Certainly I’m nuts but hey, prove me wrong. You can’t. You can only prove me right.
Maybe sounds weird coming from a dude like me but that realm is a Faith in something much larger and greater than we can ever possibly fully understand. And you can call it Jesus or Allah or the Great Gazoo, I guess, so long as I can call it the Universe and we can all just agree to disagree and be done with it. But the point of the Faith angle is that sometimes you just have to believe. And I believe it’s time for greatness again. From even us Canadians. But that’s a whole other blog.
A ‘Bama victory is the triumph of Reason. Over Fear and Idiocy. Over mindless patriotic chestbeating and cheerleading and the denial of simple Truths. It’s an about-face, as in the whole ship turns around and goes back in the exact opposite direction, away from the Abyss and just in the nick of goddamned time. That’s what Obama stands for, that’s what the American people chose and the whole thing leaves me in a kind of pleasant shock. And there’s this Hope thing. You feel it too? I think maybe you do.
Anywho, they chose and they chose wisely. An Obama victory. That’s the first snippet of what it means to me. How far can it go? Maybe that’s a whole other blog. But a few years ago I started writing something that I’ve never stopped writing and the raw thrust of it is that I felt the whole world was on the cusp of massive impending change, one way or the other. It’s a Transcend or End kind of trip and nothing that’s happened since has proved me wrong. A vote for Obama was a vote to rise above the sludge and the crap and hatred and the fear and to think about what we can actually do with all our technology and smarts and internets and whatnot. The polar opposite of an Apocalypse has in the past been referred to as a Renaissance, which it may well be, if this cat’s the real deal and I’m certain he is. All of which is also a whole other blog. At the very least.
Peace, friends. And tip your waitresses.
Getting drunk. With fun new friends that can possibly teach me guitar. Being served big frothy beers by some very unique and sexy girls. Gained a scribe along the way, which is invaluable to a blogger on the run who’s usually ripped when his best work gurgles up from the primordial ooze. But only when the background music ain’t loud and my scribe can actually hear me, which is seldom in this joint, which means you gotta grab a piece of ‘puter whenever you can and fire out what blasts there be. Because the moment has to be encapsulated. And this is not just a moment. It’s a Moment. Know what I’m saying? I’m betting you do.
What does the Obama victory mean? To me? The culmination of years of writing vicious and cynical diatribes against a land of fools ruled by monsters, an American dream turned to nightmare, a world powerless but to sit back and watch a once noble country eat itself alive. Suffice it to say, it got ugly for a while there. Real ugly. So ugly the temptation is to pull it all out and explore it once more, call out those evil jackdogs and pirates just one more time because it’s what you’re used to, man! It’s what you feel strangely comfortable doing. And why not?
Lemme get it out of my system: George ‘Dubya’ Bush is actually a moron. A swaggering, snickering, half-retarded hick that broke almost anything worth breaking and within reach. And lied obvious lies about it. And didn’t really give a shit about it. And probably never will. That even red-meat Republicans seem ready to embrace this otherwise universally accepted truth is all the evidence you’ll ever need. George Dubya Bush is less like a presidential figure and more like a character in a sitcom. Like an evil Balki Bartacamus. He is a buffoon and often seems more interested in talking about what he’s had to eat that day then pressing matters of global concern. I could go on. Forever.
Point is, how can you talk about the Obama victory without talkin’ bout Bush? The Bush presidency was the end of the old ways. It brought every corrupt and filthy detail of how business goes down in the Halls of High Power to the forefront where even the American Idol crowd ever so slowly realized something was rotten in the land of the Free and Brave: criminals were at large and in charge. And it was funny at first, until countries got invaded, levvies started breaking, people started dying and global economies started crashing.
What can I say? From thence came Obama. Yeah. Guy talking straight about the whole thing. Saw him first at the Democratic National Convention in 2004, the brightest light of a party about to lose what should have been a no-brainer of an election. That’s what you get for nominating a largish chunk of wood for your presidential nominee. I won’t go into it. This is about ‘Bama, who was basically a total unknown in ’04 that went out there and laid down the thunder on that crowd and said it like it was and blew the socks off of anybody that heard him, including this lil’ blogger from Up North. Made me turn down the cynicism for a while and just listen. Which doesn’t happen a whole lot to us hardened, political blogger types. Almost never.
Second time I saw him was maybe six months later when he was being interviewed by Charlie Rose and I sat and listened to the 30 minute interview. Thinking oh man, if only you could get elected. Jesus H. Christ, just imagine it. Guy knows exactly what’s going on out there and has vision and may even be one those ‘Great Men’ that America produces now and again. And right then and right there I felt he had a shot at it. What he was saying struck a chord and I felt that a fella slingin’ truths in this time of very obvious and almost universal deception could maybe do quite well for himself. Especially as the obviousness just keeps getting obviouser. "Never happen," I said aloud to a messy kitchen, "they’d kill him if he ever got serious. Too bad." And went about my day. Even then just a little bit hopeful at what I’d seen.
Reflecting on the moment, I make a shooter of tonic and beef from my sandwich (that I’m told I swore at, which is weird) and have it sent to Pat. I’ve done this only twice before. We haven’t spoken about it since and may never. My scribe returns with his comely lady-friend and described to me a transcendental moment of mercy surrounding a sluggish fly and his sneaker whilst taking a dump and the whole time I’m trying to figure out what to do with my truck. I’m s’posed to stay at the bartender’s place tonight but can’t because my brother’s nailing her and I’m certain the sheets are glazed. I’d rather sleep on the floor, which, I’m told, is probably no better. Hey, am I gonna get in trouble for this stuff? What are the rules here? And where was I? Shit.
In late March of ’07, long before he’d announced his candidacy I had the following to say about America’s next president:
"the question in my mind is not whether he is the best candidate for ’08 but rather if America deserves him. And if they can elect him without killing him."
A very ugly caveat now echoed by almost anyone I talk to: "If they don’t kill him," they say. And people have a point. Abe Lincoln took a double-tap to the back of the head in a theatre. JFK was slain in the back of a convertible on a sunny day by more than one gun. Martin Luther King was killed outside his hotel room and he knew it was coming and had already accepted it. What I’m saying is America kills its great men. Which means George Bush’ll probably live forever. But Bama?
This is where I’m powerless but to delve into that strange realm that I find myself returning to now and again in my own personal odyssey, a realm where all my Science and my Logic and my Reason flies the coop because for a few seconds at least there’s something more powerful driving the whole show. It’s something that says relax, Sense. It’s not supposed to be like that. You haven’t gone through all that, caught a glimpse of the Sublime and the Greatness only to see a Great man’s head explode in a crimson mist, a return to crime, deceit and universal ugliness. As awful as we can be, we can be also great. Both sides of the binary exist within each of us and therefore collectively. Maybe I’m nuts. Certainly I’m nuts but hey, prove me wrong. You can’t. You can only prove me right.
Maybe sounds weird coming from a dude like me but that realm is a Faith in something much larger and greater than we can ever possibly fully understand. And you can call it Jesus or Allah or the Great Gazoo, I guess, so long as I can call it the Universe and we can all just agree to disagree and be done with it. But the point of the Faith angle is that sometimes you just have to believe. And I believe it’s time for greatness again. From even us Canadians. But that’s a whole other blog.
A ‘Bama victory is the triumph of Reason. Over Fear and Idiocy. Over mindless patriotic chestbeating and cheerleading and the denial of simple Truths. It’s an about-face, as in the whole ship turns around and goes back in the exact opposite direction, away from the Abyss and just in the nick of goddamned time. That’s what Obama stands for, that’s what the American people chose and the whole thing leaves me in a kind of pleasant shock. And there’s this Hope thing. You feel it too? I think maybe you do.
Anywho, they chose and they chose wisely. An Obama victory. That’s the first snippet of what it means to me. How far can it go? Maybe that’s a whole other blog. But a few years ago I started writing something that I’ve never stopped writing and the raw thrust of it is that I felt the whole world was on the cusp of massive impending change, one way or the other. It’s a Transcend or End kind of trip and nothing that’s happened since has proved me wrong. A vote for Obama was a vote to rise above the sludge and the crap and hatred and the fear and to think about what we can actually do with all our technology and smarts and internets and whatnot. The polar opposite of an Apocalypse has in the past been referred to as a Renaissance, which it may well be, if this cat’s the real deal and I’m certain he is. All of which is also a whole other blog. At the very least.
Peace, friends. And tip your waitresses.
George Bush, Barack Obama and a Return to the Rule of Law
Sat Nov 22, 2008 at 03:50:45 PM PST
GWB was off the hook for impeachment, much to the consternation of many Americans, to say nothing for the rest of the world-at-large but in the final analysis maybe that’s how it had to be done? Dems knew if they’d impeached Dubya, Dick ‘Go Fuck Yourself’ Cheney and the rest of Cobra Command that it would only foster the continued resentment amongst an already hugely divided populace. Dems knew smart money was in uniting over dividing and they did what they had to do. Pelosi took it off the table and Obama’s in. Does correlation equal causation? In this case, can we call it a contributing factor? Divide and conquer is how Rove wins elections, unite and transcend may well be the Pelosi-Reid plan as much as it was Barack Obama's.
So, what does it mean? It just depends on what’s more important: Justice for the most corrupt and incompetent administration ever or getting the right person behind the driver’s wheel in one of the most uncertain times in history? Can an Obama presidency be that Justice, then?
At any rate, moving forward, my feeling is the rule of law needs to be preserved. If he and his cronies committed criminal acts they must be tried and if found guilty must be sentenced for them. Ultimately, America is a Nation of Laws or else, as the whole world has recently seen, in horror, it is a Nation of base Corruption and Criminality. There ought be no middle ground. Law is law and no one, not even Bush Jr and dangerous Dick are above it. Getting away with criminality is part of the old regime, not the new one. Right? Right.
The timing? Not right now, obviously. Dubya is poised to do all sorts of creative things with his pardoning power before he inevitably burns the White House to the ground on January 20th, including, possibly, a groundbreaking preemptive personal catch-all pardon for himself and the rest of the neocon rogues, murderers and sneak-thieves for any and all criminal acts committed during the worst administration since Nero.
Just look what he did with his signing statements; turned the whole legislative process on its ear, something only possible if you have a historically corrupt Congress and a historically spineless opposition party. So, what does all that mean? Don’t launch any investigations until the law folk have a good chance to look at the wording of whatever comes out of Dubya’s office in early to mid January.
Once you’re there you have to sell it to the American public in a way that doesn't tear down all the unification, good feeling and outright national healing the Obama victory has generated. It’s a speech by Obama and it’s about Law and it’s about no one being Above the Law. You either respect the Rule of Law or you don't. It’s about an investigation team recognized universally as post partisan. It’s about investigating where applicable and sentencing only if necessary. It is, perhaps most importantly, about showing America’s children that criminality is not allowed by anybody, not even Presidents. And finally, I would argue, it’s about America healing itself.
Love to you, America. I've watched your journey intensively over the last eight years and am so proud you made the decision you did. The whole world pays when you elect stuttering fucktards over intellectual giants strictly because you think they'd be more fun to have beers with. In electing Obama you've given not just yourselves but the whole world somebody we can all look up to. And work with. And effect Change with.
-iSenseChange
p.p. Going to change my name. The era of SensingChange is over. Change is here.
GWB was off the hook for impeachment, much to the consternation of many Americans, to say nothing for the rest of the world-at-large but in the final analysis maybe that’s how it had to be done? Dems knew if they’d impeached Dubya, Dick ‘Go Fuck Yourself’ Cheney and the rest of Cobra Command that it would only foster the continued resentment amongst an already hugely divided populace. Dems knew smart money was in uniting over dividing and they did what they had to do. Pelosi took it off the table and Obama’s in. Does correlation equal causation? In this case, can we call it a contributing factor? Divide and conquer is how Rove wins elections, unite and transcend may well be the Pelosi-Reid plan as much as it was Barack Obama's.
So, what does it mean? It just depends on what’s more important: Justice for the most corrupt and incompetent administration ever or getting the right person behind the driver’s wheel in one of the most uncertain times in history? Can an Obama presidency be that Justice, then?
At any rate, moving forward, my feeling is the rule of law needs to be preserved. If he and his cronies committed criminal acts they must be tried and if found guilty must be sentenced for them. Ultimately, America is a Nation of Laws or else, as the whole world has recently seen, in horror, it is a Nation of base Corruption and Criminality. There ought be no middle ground. Law is law and no one, not even Bush Jr and dangerous Dick are above it. Getting away with criminality is part of the old regime, not the new one. Right? Right.
The timing? Not right now, obviously. Dubya is poised to do all sorts of creative things with his pardoning power before he inevitably burns the White House to the ground on January 20th, including, possibly, a groundbreaking preemptive personal catch-all pardon for himself and the rest of the neocon rogues, murderers and sneak-thieves for any and all criminal acts committed during the worst administration since Nero.
Just look what he did with his signing statements; turned the whole legislative process on its ear, something only possible if you have a historically corrupt Congress and a historically spineless opposition party. So, what does all that mean? Don’t launch any investigations until the law folk have a good chance to look at the wording of whatever comes out of Dubya’s office in early to mid January.
Once you’re there you have to sell it to the American public in a way that doesn't tear down all the unification, good feeling and outright national healing the Obama victory has generated. It’s a speech by Obama and it’s about Law and it’s about no one being Above the Law. You either respect the Rule of Law or you don't. It’s about an investigation team recognized universally as post partisan. It’s about investigating where applicable and sentencing only if necessary. It is, perhaps most importantly, about showing America’s children that criminality is not allowed by anybody, not even Presidents. And finally, I would argue, it’s about America healing itself.
Love to you, America. I've watched your journey intensively over the last eight years and am so proud you made the decision you did. The whole world pays when you elect stuttering fucktards over intellectual giants strictly because you think they'd be more fun to have beers with. In electing Obama you've given not just yourselves but the whole world somebody we can all look up to. And work with. And effect Change with.
-iSenseChange
p.p. Going to change my name. The era of SensingChange is over. Change is here.
Bailout Blues: Next Vote Also Doomed
First one failed because it utterly reeked. The same bunch of filthy pigfuckers that lied their country into the Iraq war, bollixed up any kind of meaningful response to Hurricane Katrina and tore to shreds the United States Constitution would have next liked its Citizens to fork over nothing less than seven hundred billion dollars, with no oversight whatsoever, to a hand-picked Bush crony who’s at least as much to blame for the current deplorable situation as anybody else on earth. Even after the Democrats got their hands on the legislation, many Americans saw it as little more than the nadir of an administration, and indeed system, driven by greed, corruption, opportunism and fearmongering. And who’s to say they were wrong? Or right for that matter? Who knows for sure?
One thing is certain: the next bail-out will fail. Evidently nobody of consequence has really grasped the cause of the first one failing, which might be the one of only two simple answers in this whole mess: 700 billion sheckels is a lot of goddamned money, to me, to you and even to the Saudis. The sometimes competent Chuck Todd hit it square on the head this time when he investigated just who had voted for and against the Bush bailout and found almost to a man that it was Democrats and Republicans in precarious electoral positions. Meaning you don’t want your name attached to the breathstealingly massive bailout of the Greedy Dicks in a Greedy Dick System that put America and the world in the situation it now finds itself in, if there’s a chance you might get kicked out for it by your constituents less than a month from now. That’s it, that’s all, that’s the failure and as far as I can tell it’s inevitable that precisely the same thing will happen again, so long as the price tag is in or anywhere close to 700 billion freaking dollars.
Sure the new plan will have the appropriate nods to this or that, more stringent guidelines and oversight of this thing or the other but you know one thing that won’t change a lick? It’ll cost about 700 billion dollars. Which means the same Dems and Repugs that were under pressure to vote against it last time will be just as pressured to do precisely the same thing this time. Because people, all people, actually care about this, more than they cared to stop an illegal unjust war or torturing people or booting out obvious criminal thugs in the Whitehouse or even investigating their crimes. Because this is about money.
Thing is, people (all people, not just Americans) are stupid about a lot of things but the one thing that none of us can stomach is the feeling that we’re getting ripped off. For our money. We can believe in invading another country if you can appeal to our Freedom. Tell us it’s for Peace, Truth and Democracy and we’ll give the nod to the total annihilation of whole nations of toothless grannies and children. But treat us like suckers in regards to our money, to a lot of our money? This, all humans, regardless of Race, Color or Creed, find supremely insulting.
So the next bailout is doomed. What happens after that? The Dems produce their own piece of legislation, just as unlikely to pass? The senate takes a swing at it? Dubya makes yet another Executive Power move? Wall Street implodes? Economic anarchy? Chaos in the streets? Or is the whole thing made up? A huge manufactured scam on the part of the Wall St/Washington Axis of Greed? These questions and many more will probably not be answered in the days to come but take heart, Citizens. No one on earth knows what’s going to happen even six months from now, so how are you supposed to?
In the meantime, why not learn a little Chinese?
One thing is certain: the next bail-out will fail. Evidently nobody of consequence has really grasped the cause of the first one failing, which might be the one of only two simple answers in this whole mess: 700 billion sheckels is a lot of goddamned money, to me, to you and even to the Saudis. The sometimes competent Chuck Todd hit it square on the head this time when he investigated just who had voted for and against the Bush bailout and found almost to a man that it was Democrats and Republicans in precarious electoral positions. Meaning you don’t want your name attached to the breathstealingly massive bailout of the Greedy Dicks in a Greedy Dick System that put America and the world in the situation it now finds itself in, if there’s a chance you might get kicked out for it by your constituents less than a month from now. That’s it, that’s all, that’s the failure and as far as I can tell it’s inevitable that precisely the same thing will happen again, so long as the price tag is in or anywhere close to 700 billion freaking dollars.
Sure the new plan will have the appropriate nods to this or that, more stringent guidelines and oversight of this thing or the other but you know one thing that won’t change a lick? It’ll cost about 700 billion dollars. Which means the same Dems and Repugs that were under pressure to vote against it last time will be just as pressured to do precisely the same thing this time. Because people, all people, actually care about this, more than they cared to stop an illegal unjust war or torturing people or booting out obvious criminal thugs in the Whitehouse or even investigating their crimes. Because this is about money.
Thing is, people (all people, not just Americans) are stupid about a lot of things but the one thing that none of us can stomach is the feeling that we’re getting ripped off. For our money. We can believe in invading another country if you can appeal to our Freedom. Tell us it’s for Peace, Truth and Democracy and we’ll give the nod to the total annihilation of whole nations of toothless grannies and children. But treat us like suckers in regards to our money, to a lot of our money? This, all humans, regardless of Race, Color or Creed, find supremely insulting.
So the next bailout is doomed. What happens after that? The Dems produce their own piece of legislation, just as unlikely to pass? The senate takes a swing at it? Dubya makes yet another Executive Power move? Wall Street implodes? Economic anarchy? Chaos in the streets? Or is the whole thing made up? A huge manufactured scam on the part of the Wall St/Washington Axis of Greed? These questions and many more will probably not be answered in the days to come but take heart, Citizens. No one on earth knows what’s going to happen even six months from now, so how are you supposed to?
In the meantime, why not learn a little Chinese?
Republican Reckoning: the Rise and Fall of Sarah Palin
Sun Sep 28, 2008 at 09:20:13 AM PST
"She makes George W. Bush sound like Cicero"
-Former Palin cheerleader and Right wing hack, Rod Dreher
The Republican Convention was a magical land where desperate people could say whatever they wanted, where nobody actually believed them but everybody applauded and sheds tears like it was the bestest most truthiest tidbit they ever heard. Why? Because every single person in that hall shared collectively in the Great Desperation. Every single tenant of their ideology they’d held so close to their red, white and blue breasts had had all the opportunity to work out for themselves, in the last eight years more than ever. What more can you ask for than a Red-Meat Holy-Rolling Oil-Man Republican Executive and a Republican dominated Congress? Like never before the Party had all the opportunity in the world to show once and for all the supremacy of their beliefs and leadership, and what’s the status of their America come Election Time, 2008? In the toilet, in so many ways I won’t bother to list them. You’re either paying attention or you’re not.
Anyways, from thence came Palin.
From thence came Palin, and so the Desperate Folk rallied and gathered and slavered and slobbered, gobbling hideous lies by the fist-full and furiously chanting "DRILL, DRILL, DRILL!" until tears poured from their eyes. But their new champion had arrived in the not unpleasing form of a moose-killing, lipstick-wearing pitbull/hockey-mom/Reagen in a skirt/beauty contest winner. And she gave a speech. "Hot damn!" exclaimed many the conservative commentator that night and in the 24 hour media cycles to come, "did she give a barn-burner of a speech!" She gave a barn-burning, game-changing holy hell of a speech that brought back the all the joy and triumph of being a Republican again! Ooooh those Leftie loonies were gonna get it! Ever skinned a polar bear, Hillary? HAH!!!
And how they basked in her genius, the glory that was Wasilla mayor Sarah Palin on that night. How could they not? She was going to change the way Washington worked, while making no mention of the fact that it was those very people in that very room and their peers around the country that are in charge of working Washington, (and Wall Street, it turns out) precisely the way it was! It was like Sassy Sarah had somehow gave them all this huge gift of both assuaging their guilt for their recently toileted America and never hinting anyone oughta take responsibility for it and to certainly not change one bit about the way they do business and make money. As obvious a lie as you’ll ever get but not for these people and not in this magical land. It would be the highlight of her political career, a moment where she didn’t walk nor ran but soared above the heads of all who watched. It would never get that good again.
From thence came Palin. Gave her speech on a Friday and by Monday we’d heard whiff of not one, not two but three different emerging scandals from either her time as mayor of Wasilla or outrageous, demonstrable lies from her slowly moldering speech. "I did a buncha things I didn’t really do," became the real upshot of that speech and by the end of the day Monday all sorts of bets circulated the internet involving the likelihood of Palin having to step down. Certainly there was brief respite when McCain gained a post-convention bounce in the polls from that magnificent speech of hers but from then on things just got worse and worse for Sarah Palin (to say nothing of the McCain campaign). Turned out one hell of a speech was all she had in her.
McCain and his crew were quick enough to spot it. It was opening weekend and she was America’s new darling and didn’t we all tune into our favorite Sunday morning talk shows to get another glimpse of this plucky beauty, another dose of this foxy frontierswoman talking trash inre the Democrats and promising the change the whole Universe seemed to need at that moment? But where was she? No interviews? Reeeeeeally? Not the whole next week, even? Not taking questions from anybody? Ugly thoughts began to rumble through the guts of the Desperate People like bad coffee. And rightfully so.
It was well established that she hadn’t been vetted at all, what if she can’t handle an interview, even a question? What if McCain (who many of them had never liked anyway and was running his campaign like...well...a 72 year-old man) had done the unthinkable and chosen a scandal-ridden, unknown airhead as a running mate? If this were shown to be the case then the Desperate would become something they had arguably always been but never been forced to admit, something somehow even worse than desperate: Reckless. And Foolish.
She had three (but really two) interviews and each was a disaster in its own way. Turned out that when she wandered too far from the talking points she came off as something of an idiot, a hard-trying child that would just barf out unconnected words when answering questions she was supposed to know but didn’t. One Kossack described this phenomena as a ‘word-salad.’ ‘Utter disaster’ probably works just as well.
It got to the point that even the Democrats and the far Left started to feel bad watching the Republican vice-standard-bearer muddle her way in, out and around not just one but nearly any question she got. Sure, it was a hoot at first but there was no joy in Mudville by her third (but really second) outing in the News. There was little sport in it for even the most hardest of bloggers when she launched verbal diarreah all over fellow chowder-head Katie Couric, who I also felt sorry for, for the first time ever.
What a moment. Imagine it: you discover your interviewee is a complete and utter kumquat and it’s kind of your duty as a journalist to expose that to the world, given that she’s one nearly-octagenerian-hearbeat away from the Presidency of the United States of America and thus, the World (well, not anymore but that’s a whole other blog). And in that brief moment you’re enshrined in history alongside the biggest political faceplant ever. Couric, for her part, didn’t test her too heavily because she didn’t have to. You either know how to play the bagpipes or you don’t. For a politician, it was becoming more and more clear to all and sundry, Palin was one hell of a moosegutter.
You wanted her and would-be Emperor McCainus to go down in flames but somehow...not like that? You know? Republicans may get pleasure out of completely crushing the souls of their opponent, stripping them of all dignity and laughing great belly laughs for decades about it but Democrats, it will be shown, have little stomach for such things and would rather look to the future. Politically, it may be their biggest weakness or their greatest strength. History will be the judge of that also. But I digress.
From thence came Palin. She was a shooting star. Now she’s dust. A National joke. Republican roadkill. What will she be remembered for? Her folksy chatter, sass and physical beauty will perhaps be missed by some. She’ll be fodder for the Democrats and other stand-up comedians for years to come. Most Republicans will wince at the mere mention of her name, perhaps reflecting upon their own humiliating moments where they’d desperately defended this muddle-headed chipmunk as the new savior of the Republican party and perfectly able to step up and take the reigns should her ancient crocodile of a ‘running mate’ fall face-first into his presidential cheerios. To the smart ones she’ll be the Republican’s reckoning, that final, undeniable realization that everything they ever knew or thought they knew were necessarily not so. And that they too had to change.
"She makes George W. Bush sound like Cicero"
-Former Palin cheerleader and Right wing hack, Rod Dreher
The Republican Convention was a magical land where desperate people could say whatever they wanted, where nobody actually believed them but everybody applauded and sheds tears like it was the bestest most truthiest tidbit they ever heard. Why? Because every single person in that hall shared collectively in the Great Desperation. Every single tenant of their ideology they’d held so close to their red, white and blue breasts had had all the opportunity to work out for themselves, in the last eight years more than ever. What more can you ask for than a Red-Meat Holy-Rolling Oil-Man Republican Executive and a Republican dominated Congress? Like never before the Party had all the opportunity in the world to show once and for all the supremacy of their beliefs and leadership, and what’s the status of their America come Election Time, 2008? In the toilet, in so many ways I won’t bother to list them. You’re either paying attention or you’re not.
Anyways, from thence came Palin.
From thence came Palin, and so the Desperate Folk rallied and gathered and slavered and slobbered, gobbling hideous lies by the fist-full and furiously chanting "DRILL, DRILL, DRILL!" until tears poured from their eyes. But their new champion had arrived in the not unpleasing form of a moose-killing, lipstick-wearing pitbull/hockey-mom/Reagen in a skirt/beauty contest winner. And she gave a speech. "Hot damn!" exclaimed many the conservative commentator that night and in the 24 hour media cycles to come, "did she give a barn-burner of a speech!" She gave a barn-burning, game-changing holy hell of a speech that brought back the all the joy and triumph of being a Republican again! Ooooh those Leftie loonies were gonna get it! Ever skinned a polar bear, Hillary? HAH!!!
And how they basked in her genius, the glory that was Wasilla mayor Sarah Palin on that night. How could they not? She was going to change the way Washington worked, while making no mention of the fact that it was those very people in that very room and their peers around the country that are in charge of working Washington, (and Wall Street, it turns out) precisely the way it was! It was like Sassy Sarah had somehow gave them all this huge gift of both assuaging their guilt for their recently toileted America and never hinting anyone oughta take responsibility for it and to certainly not change one bit about the way they do business and make money. As obvious a lie as you’ll ever get but not for these people and not in this magical land. It would be the highlight of her political career, a moment where she didn’t walk nor ran but soared above the heads of all who watched. It would never get that good again.
From thence came Palin. Gave her speech on a Friday and by Monday we’d heard whiff of not one, not two but three different emerging scandals from either her time as mayor of Wasilla or outrageous, demonstrable lies from her slowly moldering speech. "I did a buncha things I didn’t really do," became the real upshot of that speech and by the end of the day Monday all sorts of bets circulated the internet involving the likelihood of Palin having to step down. Certainly there was brief respite when McCain gained a post-convention bounce in the polls from that magnificent speech of hers but from then on things just got worse and worse for Sarah Palin (to say nothing of the McCain campaign). Turned out one hell of a speech was all she had in her.
McCain and his crew were quick enough to spot it. It was opening weekend and she was America’s new darling and didn’t we all tune into our favorite Sunday morning talk shows to get another glimpse of this plucky beauty, another dose of this foxy frontierswoman talking trash inre the Democrats and promising the change the whole Universe seemed to need at that moment? But where was she? No interviews? Reeeeeeally? Not the whole next week, even? Not taking questions from anybody? Ugly thoughts began to rumble through the guts of the Desperate People like bad coffee. And rightfully so.
It was well established that she hadn’t been vetted at all, what if she can’t handle an interview, even a question? What if McCain (who many of them had never liked anyway and was running his campaign like...well...a 72 year-old man) had done the unthinkable and chosen a scandal-ridden, unknown airhead as a running mate? If this were shown to be the case then the Desperate would become something they had arguably always been but never been forced to admit, something somehow even worse than desperate: Reckless. And Foolish.
She had three (but really two) interviews and each was a disaster in its own way. Turned out that when she wandered too far from the talking points she came off as something of an idiot, a hard-trying child that would just barf out unconnected words when answering questions she was supposed to know but didn’t. One Kossack described this phenomena as a ‘word-salad.’ ‘Utter disaster’ probably works just as well.
It got to the point that even the Democrats and the far Left started to feel bad watching the Republican vice-standard-bearer muddle her way in, out and around not just one but nearly any question she got. Sure, it was a hoot at first but there was no joy in Mudville by her third (but really second) outing in the News. There was little sport in it for even the most hardest of bloggers when she launched verbal diarreah all over fellow chowder-head Katie Couric, who I also felt sorry for, for the first time ever.
What a moment. Imagine it: you discover your interviewee is a complete and utter kumquat and it’s kind of your duty as a journalist to expose that to the world, given that she’s one nearly-octagenerian-hearbeat away from the Presidency of the United States of America and thus, the World (well, not anymore but that’s a whole other blog). And in that brief moment you’re enshrined in history alongside the biggest political faceplant ever. Couric, for her part, didn’t test her too heavily because she didn’t have to. You either know how to play the bagpipes or you don’t. For a politician, it was becoming more and more clear to all and sundry, Palin was one hell of a moosegutter.
You wanted her and would-be Emperor McCainus to go down in flames but somehow...not like that? You know? Republicans may get pleasure out of completely crushing the souls of their opponent, stripping them of all dignity and laughing great belly laughs for decades about it but Democrats, it will be shown, have little stomach for such things and would rather look to the future. Politically, it may be their biggest weakness or their greatest strength. History will be the judge of that also. But I digress.
From thence came Palin. She was a shooting star. Now she’s dust. A National joke. Republican roadkill. What will she be remembered for? Her folksy chatter, sass and physical beauty will perhaps be missed by some. She’ll be fodder for the Democrats and other stand-up comedians for years to come. Most Republicans will wince at the mere mention of her name, perhaps reflecting upon their own humiliating moments where they’d desperately defended this muddle-headed chipmunk as the new savior of the Republican party and perfectly able to step up and take the reigns should her ancient crocodile of a ‘running mate’ fall face-first into his presidential cheerios. To the smart ones she’ll be the Republican’s reckoning, that final, undeniable realization that everything they ever knew or thought they knew were necessarily not so. And that they too had to change.
Obama-Biden '08
Tue Aug 19, 2008 at 04:46:37 PM PST
At what point to political speculations go beyond mere amusement and bet-fodder to outright spooky? It’s one thing to have predicted Obama to take the nomination nearly a year before he throws his hat in the ring but that’s nothing next to predicting McCain in early December of ’07 (in the now epic The Republican Candidates are the Most Unelectable Gang of Freaks in American History). But then to go on and nail down Senator Joe Biden as Bama’s Veep in late May of this year? I know what you’re saying: who is this iSenseChange and how is he so dead-on-balls accurate for this election? How can we reward this latter-day NeoNostradamus for the sheer prescience involved in these utterly uncanny picks of his? What glorious accolades can we lay at his freshly oiled feet, what leafy laurels around his surely massive skull? Judging from the lackluster response to my admittedly weird entries thus far, I’m guessing a handful of reads and less than ten comments. Half of which are my own. Fuck it, says I. Ignore me at your peril. I am the Kossack Kreskin. And I have massive nuts.
That’s right, I said it: massive. But enough on that. Couldn’t believe Kos’d choose Kerry over Biden. Why not choose a largish chunk of wood instead? Look Kos, I like Kerry, think he’s a good dude but it’s already very well established that he’s about as exciting to listen to as a largish chunk of wood. Not to mention (yet mentioning) he was a limp dick at defending himself against some of the most obviously trumped up hack charges in history. Former Vietnam war hero gets trashed for being, well...a Vietnam war hero? Next to former cheerleader and just-barely-there-if-there-at-all National Guardsman George ‘Dubya’ Bush? Kerry’s your attack dog, Kos? What on earth for?
And sure, there’s always Hillary. If you’re freakin’ nuts. I believe I might have mentioned this before but it’s my position that Bama’d be smarter to eat his own face off than put that woman in the ol’ one-heartbeat-away-from-the-presidency spot. Do it and your next appointment better be a royal taster. Seriously. A hired geek to taste all your food before you do. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.
And of course Edwards. Whom I was cheering for to win the whole thing for a little while there due to a populist message that struck a chord within me: it’s going to be a fight to get the corporate greedheads to play something even remotely close to fair! Well, so much for Edwards. Ever. Cheats on his own cancer-ridden wife. But she was in remission! Jesus H. Suffering Christ on Crab Cakes. Decides to run for President anyways. Knowing full well that if it just happened to come out after he was nominated he’d effectively toasted the Democrats chances for what should be the biggest no-brainer election in American history. To say nothing (and yet saying it) of gift-wrapping the presidency for another neocon, the ramifications of which the entire freaking world would have to suffer. What a dick! Elizabeth too. Cancer victims, it turns out, can still be dicks. I’ll never, ever apologize for saying it. Anybody who knew and didn’t tackle him to the ground or hire somebody to tackle him to the ground rather than run for president is a dick or a double agent. Period. I show better judgment every single day I don’t jerk at work. Which, I’m proud to report, is the wide majority of days.
But it’s coming down to the nut of the thing, the Veep sweepstakes are coming to a close and it looks like Biden’s surpassed all comers and will be Bama’s veep. He’s an excellent choice for a host of blatantly obvious reasons but there’s only one reason he’s The Choice: in 2008 it’s less about what states a Veep can deliver and more about how he comes off on mainstream media outlets like CNN and whatnot. Because they shape the dialogue. Plain and simple. And he’s a freaking treat to watch. His comments get play because they’re genuinely funny or extremely well informed. His Giuliani-911 quip goes down in history as the second coolest one-liner of the entire campaign.
And the first thing they always do is ask him about whatever the latest global problem is and here’s the thing: gotcha reporting, obvious propaganda and narrative manipulation temporarily disappear and genuine journalistic curiosity oh-so temporarily takes over for even a twittering half-wit like Chris Matthews and you know why? Because these media hacks are genuinely interested in what he has to say in spite of themselves. Because Biden actually knows what the fuck is really going on. He knows! And then they go and ask him about whatever the Repuggie freaks are trying sling around and Biden comes off as above it, disgusted yet slightly amused by it and then gives them the full low-down in a language everybody can very easily understand.
Biden’s very likable yet he can launch raw fire and reeking brimstone when he feels the need and in this campaign, friends and neighbors? There’s need. Oh yes, there’s need. You need someone who can snicker at the obvious hackery and utterly torch some of the more uglier stuff that’s no doubt coming. Biden is that guy. Period.
Obama-Biden in ’08, Kossacks! Get used to it!
-iSC
p.p. other Kossacks that posted a Biden prediction as their #1 pick for Veep earlier than mine please drop me a line and a link and I’ll come check you out.
At what point to political speculations go beyond mere amusement and bet-fodder to outright spooky? It’s one thing to have predicted Obama to take the nomination nearly a year before he throws his hat in the ring but that’s nothing next to predicting McCain in early December of ’07 (in the now epic The Republican Candidates are the Most Unelectable Gang of Freaks in American History). But then to go on and nail down Senator Joe Biden as Bama’s Veep in late May of this year? I know what you’re saying: who is this iSenseChange and how is he so dead-on-balls accurate for this election? How can we reward this latter-day NeoNostradamus for the sheer prescience involved in these utterly uncanny picks of his? What glorious accolades can we lay at his freshly oiled feet, what leafy laurels around his surely massive skull? Judging from the lackluster response to my admittedly weird entries thus far, I’m guessing a handful of reads and less than ten comments. Half of which are my own. Fuck it, says I. Ignore me at your peril. I am the Kossack Kreskin. And I have massive nuts.
That’s right, I said it: massive. But enough on that. Couldn’t believe Kos’d choose Kerry over Biden. Why not choose a largish chunk of wood instead? Look Kos, I like Kerry, think he’s a good dude but it’s already very well established that he’s about as exciting to listen to as a largish chunk of wood. Not to mention (yet mentioning) he was a limp dick at defending himself against some of the most obviously trumped up hack charges in history. Former Vietnam war hero gets trashed for being, well...a Vietnam war hero? Next to former cheerleader and just-barely-there-if-there-at-all National Guardsman George ‘Dubya’ Bush? Kerry’s your attack dog, Kos? What on earth for?
And sure, there’s always Hillary. If you’re freakin’ nuts. I believe I might have mentioned this before but it’s my position that Bama’d be smarter to eat his own face off than put that woman in the ol’ one-heartbeat-away-from-the-presidency spot. Do it and your next appointment better be a royal taster. Seriously. A hired geek to taste all your food before you do. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.
And of course Edwards. Whom I was cheering for to win the whole thing for a little while there due to a populist message that struck a chord within me: it’s going to be a fight to get the corporate greedheads to play something even remotely close to fair! Well, so much for Edwards. Ever. Cheats on his own cancer-ridden wife. But she was in remission! Jesus H. Suffering Christ on Crab Cakes. Decides to run for President anyways. Knowing full well that if it just happened to come out after he was nominated he’d effectively toasted the Democrats chances for what should be the biggest no-brainer election in American history. To say nothing (and yet saying it) of gift-wrapping the presidency for another neocon, the ramifications of which the entire freaking world would have to suffer. What a dick! Elizabeth too. Cancer victims, it turns out, can still be dicks. I’ll never, ever apologize for saying it. Anybody who knew and didn’t tackle him to the ground or hire somebody to tackle him to the ground rather than run for president is a dick or a double agent. Period. I show better judgment every single day I don’t jerk at work. Which, I’m proud to report, is the wide majority of days.
But it’s coming down to the nut of the thing, the Veep sweepstakes are coming to a close and it looks like Biden’s surpassed all comers and will be Bama’s veep. He’s an excellent choice for a host of blatantly obvious reasons but there’s only one reason he’s The Choice: in 2008 it’s less about what states a Veep can deliver and more about how he comes off on mainstream media outlets like CNN and whatnot. Because they shape the dialogue. Plain and simple. And he’s a freaking treat to watch. His comments get play because they’re genuinely funny or extremely well informed. His Giuliani-911 quip goes down in history as the second coolest one-liner of the entire campaign.
And the first thing they always do is ask him about whatever the latest global problem is and here’s the thing: gotcha reporting, obvious propaganda and narrative manipulation temporarily disappear and genuine journalistic curiosity oh-so temporarily takes over for even a twittering half-wit like Chris Matthews and you know why? Because these media hacks are genuinely interested in what he has to say in spite of themselves. Because Biden actually knows what the fuck is really going on. He knows! And then they go and ask him about whatever the Repuggie freaks are trying sling around and Biden comes off as above it, disgusted yet slightly amused by it and then gives them the full low-down in a language everybody can very easily understand.
Biden’s very likable yet he can launch raw fire and reeking brimstone when he feels the need and in this campaign, friends and neighbors? There’s need. Oh yes, there’s need. You need someone who can snicker at the obvious hackery and utterly torch some of the more uglier stuff that’s no doubt coming. Biden is that guy. Period.
Obama-Biden in ’08, Kossacks! Get used to it!
-iSC
p.p. other Kossacks that posted a Biden prediction as their #1 pick for Veep earlier than mine please drop me a line and a link and I’ll come check you out.
Your 2008 Vice Presidential Short-List Hotlist
Sat May 24, 2008 at 11:43:55 AM PST
Alternatively: Obama Would be Smarter to Eat His Own Face than Pick Hillary Clinton for V.P.
As opposed to whatever you'd say Cheney's doing, in your far more traditional ‘top-down' styled administrations your VP really has one function and one function alone: Get your Presidential nominee elected. The flipside of which being some kind of cause-no-harm/don't-fuck-up kinda thing, which changes little once actually elected. That having been said and with out further ado I hereby present your 2008 Vice Presidential Short-List
Cutting edge (and still totally FREE!!!) political analysis and predictions below the fold.
THIS JUST IN!!!: alot of talk about Wes Clark (which I find unfathomable), Gore (unlikely he'd go for it), Sibelius is coming up alot, there's some good points on Kaine and there's an awful lot of Edwards talk...
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NOT HILLARY CLINTON:
If Obama makes Hillary his veep I will gleefully admit I know absolutely nothing about politics and from that very moment will give up blogging forever. Take up gardening or something. Seriously. Because picking Hillary would be the biggest mistake of Bama’s political career whether he won the presidency or not. Especially if he won it! Jesus H!! He wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy, which, at this phase, may well be...Hillary Clinton?
She’s working the same Whitehouse as you? One heartbeat away, as they say? And she’s supposed to do what you tell her to? Facilitate your goals and strategies? Make your vision happen for you, even in the extremely likely event that the two of you disagree? Really?!? Are you kidding me? ‘Bama’s not insane and that’s what you’d have to be to handpick as your VP anybody, any creature of such raw, naked ambition and utter disregard for the basic Rules of Operation.
Hillary as Bama's VP is a preposterous, unthinkable idea and Obama knows it better than anybody on earth with the possible exception of Bill Clinton, who of course recommended it anyways. It will never, ever happen. We must move on and I’m exceptionally happy to.
JOHN EDWARDS:
I’m an Edwards fan but here’s why you don’t pick him as your VP: because he’s already had a shot at it and been a part of a losing election. It didn’t work out for the last guy and you don’t want to associate yourself with the utter misery that was the 2004 Presidential Elections, even peripherally. It’s not fair to him but it is that way. He’d far better serve you as one of the finest Attorneys General that America has ever seen.
BILL RICHARDSON:
Jesus, I hate to say it but here we go anyways: The Black guy picks a Latin guy when Race is already an issue in the nomination, when Billy Hayseed of the Deep South already has reservations enough?
Nope. Never happen. "There’s right and there’s wrong and there’s politics," one asshole said to another. Not fair to Richardson neither but there it is. Oter than that Rcihardson's principle characteristic is that he's a nice guy which Obama seems to already have sewn up quite...nicely. Ahem. And sure, there's some Foreign Policy advantages to choosing Richardson but if that's the qualifier in your VP selection do you choose Richradson or somebody else? You choose somebody else.
JIM WEBB:
He’s a strong choice, no denying it. I don’t think ‘Bama’s gonna choose him but there’s a lot of solid reasons to do so, primary of which is that he is a war hero in an election against a war hero during a time of War. If this were Election ‘04 then ‘Bama’d be nuts to go with anybody else.
But this isn’t in 2004. This is in 2008. A somewhat awakened American Citizenry have almost entirely discovered that the War was both a sham and a huge waste of money and lives. So what does it mean? Obama, having been one of a very few to speak out against it at the time it mattered most, has the Iraq War Debate well in hand.
Joe Biden:
Joe Biden is a cool dude. And he can talk Foreign Policy all day. And he can help you reach across the aisle because he’s got creds with Republican Reds. And everybody knows he’s a good guy, a smart guy and a guy that doesn’t take a whole lot of bullshit. None of which is the reason why Barack Obama will choose him as his VP. Barack Obama will choose Joe Biden for his V.P. because he interviews like a dream and comes across like he knows what he’s talking about.
And this election is all about interviews filtered and twisted through mainstream news outlets and then being deconstructed and wholly analyzed from, for the first time ever, full spectrum perspective. In this brand new FaceBookYouTubeBlogWorlde of ours. Which is a lot of sociotechno-gobbledygook that basically means you want somebody who is comfortable being interviewed by anybody about anything, will competently lay out your positions and perspectives whenever he can.
[faithful readers please note I am but a fledgling Kossack and have yet to master the intricacies of inserting the relevant vid into my blog. Please stand by]
And he’s gonna be like John McCain is my friend and a hero but he’s full of shit on this and it’s obvious and here’s why. You know? All with a smile on his face, like, pffft! McCain, you believe this guy? What is he thinking?
Because there will be bullshit. This is the Biggest of Shows. This is for all the marbles. This is American Politics. Courtesy of your Mainstream Media. And Joe Biden can call bullshit when he sees it and do it with authority. That's my two cents on why he should be Veep.
My two cents. What're you thinkin'? Do you get accolades around here for accurately predicting things like nominees, Presidents, Vice-Presidents and whatnot? A No-Prize? How do these things work?
Poll: Obama's V.P. will be...?
Hillary Clinton
1% 5 votes
NOT Hillary Clinton
33% 127 votes
John Edwards
5% 19 votes
Bill Richardson
4% 18 votes
Jim Webb
18% 68 votes
Joe Biden
12% 46 votes
Other (who?)
24% 91 votes
| 374 votes total
Alternatively: Obama Would be Smarter to Eat His Own Face than Pick Hillary Clinton for V.P.
As opposed to whatever you'd say Cheney's doing, in your far more traditional ‘top-down' styled administrations your VP really has one function and one function alone: Get your Presidential nominee elected. The flipside of which being some kind of cause-no-harm/don't-fuck-up kinda thing, which changes little once actually elected. That having been said and with out further ado I hereby present your 2008 Vice Presidential Short-List
Cutting edge (and still totally FREE!!!) political analysis and predictions below the fold.
THIS JUST IN!!!: alot of talk about Wes Clark (which I find unfathomable), Gore (unlikely he'd go for it), Sibelius is coming up alot, there's some good points on Kaine and there's an awful lot of Edwards talk...
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NOT HILLARY CLINTON:
If Obama makes Hillary his veep I will gleefully admit I know absolutely nothing about politics and from that very moment will give up blogging forever. Take up gardening or something. Seriously. Because picking Hillary would be the biggest mistake of Bama’s political career whether he won the presidency or not. Especially if he won it! Jesus H!! He wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy, which, at this phase, may well be...Hillary Clinton?
She’s working the same Whitehouse as you? One heartbeat away, as they say? And she’s supposed to do what you tell her to? Facilitate your goals and strategies? Make your vision happen for you, even in the extremely likely event that the two of you disagree? Really?!? Are you kidding me? ‘Bama’s not insane and that’s what you’d have to be to handpick as your VP anybody, any creature of such raw, naked ambition and utter disregard for the basic Rules of Operation.
Hillary as Bama's VP is a preposterous, unthinkable idea and Obama knows it better than anybody on earth with the possible exception of Bill Clinton, who of course recommended it anyways. It will never, ever happen. We must move on and I’m exceptionally happy to.
JOHN EDWARDS:
I’m an Edwards fan but here’s why you don’t pick him as your VP: because he’s already had a shot at it and been a part of a losing election. It didn’t work out for the last guy and you don’t want to associate yourself with the utter misery that was the 2004 Presidential Elections, even peripherally. It’s not fair to him but it is that way. He’d far better serve you as one of the finest Attorneys General that America has ever seen.
BILL RICHARDSON:
Jesus, I hate to say it but here we go anyways: The Black guy picks a Latin guy when Race is already an issue in the nomination, when Billy Hayseed of the Deep South already has reservations enough?
Nope. Never happen. "There’s right and there’s wrong and there’s politics," one asshole said to another. Not fair to Richardson neither but there it is. Oter than that Rcihardson's principle characteristic is that he's a nice guy which Obama seems to already have sewn up quite...nicely. Ahem. And sure, there's some Foreign Policy advantages to choosing Richardson but if that's the qualifier in your VP selection do you choose Richradson or somebody else? You choose somebody else.
JIM WEBB:
He’s a strong choice, no denying it. I don’t think ‘Bama’s gonna choose him but there’s a lot of solid reasons to do so, primary of which is that he is a war hero in an election against a war hero during a time of War. If this were Election ‘04 then ‘Bama’d be nuts to go with anybody else.
But this isn’t in 2004. This is in 2008. A somewhat awakened American Citizenry have almost entirely discovered that the War was both a sham and a huge waste of money and lives. So what does it mean? Obama, having been one of a very few to speak out against it at the time it mattered most, has the Iraq War Debate well in hand.
Joe Biden:
Joe Biden is a cool dude. And he can talk Foreign Policy all day. And he can help you reach across the aisle because he’s got creds with Republican Reds. And everybody knows he’s a good guy, a smart guy and a guy that doesn’t take a whole lot of bullshit. None of which is the reason why Barack Obama will choose him as his VP. Barack Obama will choose Joe Biden for his V.P. because he interviews like a dream and comes across like he knows what he’s talking about.
And this election is all about interviews filtered and twisted through mainstream news outlets and then being deconstructed and wholly analyzed from, for the first time ever, full spectrum perspective. In this brand new FaceBookYouTubeBlogWorlde of ours. Which is a lot of sociotechno-gobbledygook that basically means you want somebody who is comfortable being interviewed by anybody about anything, will competently lay out your positions and perspectives whenever he can.
[faithful readers please note I am but a fledgling Kossack and have yet to master the intricacies of inserting the relevant vid into my blog. Please stand by]
And he’s gonna be like John McCain is my friend and a hero but he’s full of shit on this and it’s obvious and here’s why. You know? All with a smile on his face, like, pffft! McCain, you believe this guy? What is he thinking?
Because there will be bullshit. This is the Biggest of Shows. This is for all the marbles. This is American Politics. Courtesy of your Mainstream Media. And Joe Biden can call bullshit when he sees it and do it with authority. That's my two cents on why he should be Veep.
My two cents. What're you thinkin'? Do you get accolades around here for accurately predicting things like nominees, Presidents, Vice-Presidents and whatnot? A No-Prize? How do these things work?
Poll: Obama's V.P. will be...?
Hillary Clinton
1% 5 votes
NOT Hillary Clinton
33% 127 votes
John Edwards
5% 19 votes
Bill Richardson
4% 18 votes
Jim Webb
18% 68 votes
Joe Biden
12% 46 votes
Other (who?)
24% 91 votes
| 374 votes total
Neocon Versus Nazi: Godwin Be Damned
Wed May 21, 2008 at 06:27:57 PM PST
According to Ray McGovern these NeoCons of yours were known throughout Washington, well before they got elected not once but twice, as the ‘crazies’ and at this phase we can all say rightfully so. Name a nuttier group in history. I know you’re gonna say it was the Nazis and yes, they had their own particular vision of how the Earth should be dominated by the Nation they served and yes, they did nutty, awful things because nobody was able to stop them, but would you say they were nuttier? Have you read "Project for the New American Century?" Maybe not the same game but certainly in the ballpark. You know, 'the Global Domination/Damnation' ballpark?
What if the only significant structural differences between Neocon and Nazi was that Adolph Hitler was but one man, whereas the PNAC were MANY of the most powerful men on earth?
Do I have to wait until they’re actually as bad as the Nazis before I can make a comparison? Because that’s not how it works in pro sports! "This guy might be the next Michael Jordan! Wayne Gretzky! Muhammed Ali! Babe Ruth! Jenna Jameson!" We do it in sports and porn but not politics or history? Why? Oh yeah, there’s just some comparisons we’re not supposed to make until it’s already Too Late, until the Damage has Been Done and the bootheel’s on my freaking neck? Well, fuck you, I guess. That doesn’t sound like a decent plan to me.
The biggest 'What If' of the early 2Ks is actually this: what if Rummy hadn't totally screwed up the Iraq War, what if it was somebody that actually knew what they were doing, somebody that had planned for the Post-war? What if America won? You think they would have stopped their mideast rip at Iraq? Or at Patriot Acts 1 and 2? Or at Abu Graib? Or at the Suspension of Habeus Corpus? Or at the utter shredding of the Constitution? Hey, insert your fave hideous neocon action/law/power-grab(s) here, Citizens, and a big seig-howdy right back atcha! Am I wrong? Wanna invoke Godwin on all this? Go right ahead but you'd be wrong to do it.
The point, if I do indeed have one here, is that there are not just one but many possible comparisons to be made between Bush and the NeoCons and Adolf and the Nazis and to label any argument in this vein as useless strictly on the grounds of some smarmy, blogworlde pseudo-law that you're probably not even using properly is actually dangerous. It comes down to one of those 'not knowing history being doomed to repeat it' scenarios. Don't kid yourself. Like maybe you think everything’ll always somehow get better, maybe through God or through some kind of latent Positivist leanings or you’re still just hungover from that Last Great Rip before the American Dream floats right down the shitter to be replaced by it’s polar opposite, the American Nightmare. A SuperPower turned Desperate and Depraved, a citizenry turned to troubled sleep.
Or not? Good news is it seems the worm has turned, these are the Last Days of Disco for the sick, neocon freaks and their sick, neocon dreams. But the point is that it happened. They happened. And they happened on your watch. As a citizen. Which means they can happen again. And if you think your doing yourself some kind of favor by turning a blind eye to all they have done to your planet, to your country and most importantly, YOUR CONSTITUTION, you're as wrong as it gets and closer to the citizens of Germany in the late thirties than any population before or since. Chew on that and then tell me to go fuck myself. I'm cool with it. I said my piece.
Righty oh. All for now.
-iSC
Poll: Any comparison between Neocon and Nazi
should be discussed on its merit
66% 22 votes
is ridiculous on its face
24% 8 votes
Godwin. Godwin! GODWIN!!! whew...
9% 3 votes
| 33 votes total
According to Ray McGovern these NeoCons of yours were known throughout Washington, well before they got elected not once but twice, as the ‘crazies’ and at this phase we can all say rightfully so. Name a nuttier group in history. I know you’re gonna say it was the Nazis and yes, they had their own particular vision of how the Earth should be dominated by the Nation they served and yes, they did nutty, awful things because nobody was able to stop them, but would you say they were nuttier? Have you read "Project for the New American Century?" Maybe not the same game but certainly in the ballpark. You know, 'the Global Domination/Damnation' ballpark?
What if the only significant structural differences between Neocon and Nazi was that Adolph Hitler was but one man, whereas the PNAC were MANY of the most powerful men on earth?
Do I have to wait until they’re actually as bad as the Nazis before I can make a comparison? Because that’s not how it works in pro sports! "This guy might be the next Michael Jordan! Wayne Gretzky! Muhammed Ali! Babe Ruth! Jenna Jameson!" We do it in sports and porn but not politics or history? Why? Oh yeah, there’s just some comparisons we’re not supposed to make until it’s already Too Late, until the Damage has Been Done and the bootheel’s on my freaking neck? Well, fuck you, I guess. That doesn’t sound like a decent plan to me.
The biggest 'What If' of the early 2Ks is actually this: what if Rummy hadn't totally screwed up the Iraq War, what if it was somebody that actually knew what they were doing, somebody that had planned for the Post-war? What if America won? You think they would have stopped their mideast rip at Iraq? Or at Patriot Acts 1 and 2? Or at Abu Graib? Or at the Suspension of Habeus Corpus? Or at the utter shredding of the Constitution? Hey, insert your fave hideous neocon action/law/power-grab(s) here, Citizens, and a big seig-howdy right back atcha! Am I wrong? Wanna invoke Godwin on all this? Go right ahead but you'd be wrong to do it.
The point, if I do indeed have one here, is that there are not just one but many possible comparisons to be made between Bush and the NeoCons and Adolf and the Nazis and to label any argument in this vein as useless strictly on the grounds of some smarmy, blogworlde pseudo-law that you're probably not even using properly is actually dangerous. It comes down to one of those 'not knowing history being doomed to repeat it' scenarios. Don't kid yourself. Like maybe you think everything’ll always somehow get better, maybe through God or through some kind of latent Positivist leanings or you’re still just hungover from that Last Great Rip before the American Dream floats right down the shitter to be replaced by it’s polar opposite, the American Nightmare. A SuperPower turned Desperate and Depraved, a citizenry turned to troubled sleep.
Or not? Good news is it seems the worm has turned, these are the Last Days of Disco for the sick, neocon freaks and their sick, neocon dreams. But the point is that it happened. They happened. And they happened on your watch. As a citizen. Which means they can happen again. And if you think your doing yourself some kind of favor by turning a blind eye to all they have done to your planet, to your country and most importantly, YOUR CONSTITUTION, you're as wrong as it gets and closer to the citizens of Germany in the late thirties than any population before or since. Chew on that and then tell me to go fuck myself. I'm cool with it. I said my piece.
Righty oh. All for now.
-iSC
Poll: Any comparison between Neocon and Nazi
should be discussed on its merit
66% 22 votes
is ridiculous on its face
24% 8 votes
Godwin. Godwin! GODWIN!!! whew...
9% 3 votes
| 33 votes total
"Autocannibalism" or "How to Lose ANOTHER No-Brainer Election to a Neocon"
Mon Mar 31, 2008 at 05:17:11 PM PST
I can believe you guys run elections like this. It’s amazing. I’m utterly agog. What the Christ is all this? How much does all it cost? Are you NUTS?!? They’re eating each other alive out there! McCain’s crew is just laying back, dropping long-range YouTube bombs and laughing their arses off! Hill’s junk is strewed all over the tarmac in Bosnia and the media’ll pump it up like it’s freaking WhiteWater even as it replays the latest and greatest from Obama’s Reverend buddy who just happens to be an angry Black man. Jesus wept! So freaking what?!? After Katrina, I’m an angry Black man and I’m not even Black!!!!
Divide and conquer is back. Except this is subdivide and conquer further. SuperPlusDivision. Politics of Fear melds with race. Throw some religion and politics in there and maybe you can never get together again! The Republicans are, to a man, laughing their asses off right now, I assure you, rightfully freaking so. The Democrats, somehow, are screwing even this one up. You know, fool that I am, I always assumed the first Post Bush election was supposed to be a no-brainer but NOT LIKE THIS! Jesus H. Suffering Christ, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. It’s like a little mini version of your Electoral College where once again we find important decisions decided by something other than the popular vote. In this case you’ll find your Democracy subverted by yet another collection of old and mostly white and mostly male and entirely rich SuperDelegates whom, collectively, apparently know better than the voters what is best for...the voters. Am I alone in thinking; just what the blistering fuque is going on here? What’s wrong with most little pieces of paper with the candidate’s name on it wins? Why the extra step? Is there a Doctor Ockham in the house?
Is the Universe that fucked up that I now have to imagine a world in which (urrppp) McCain will be the next American president? After Dubya? The ‘bomb-bomb-Iran’ guy is on deck? The ‘strolling through the streets of Baghdad’ guy gets a shake at it? Must I consider it possible? Yes Virginia, and here’s why; Bush, dufus and moron that he most assuredly be and however it actually went down, managed to seize the office not once but twice. So yeah. It’s possible. And there it be. An idea so hideous that it tastes like rank puke inside my mind as I think it, but there it be. The "100 years is fine with me" guy is actually a threat. And he is. Don’t kid yourself. The value of having a gushing and horny media on your side is not to be debated, at all, in any way. And they fall all over this guy. This is already well-established and admitted by a lot of big-name Media vampires already, vampires like Joey the Scar and that hideous twit Matthews. Are you catching this? They’ve already chosen their sides. Media controls the message, media loves McCain...
Look, maybe this ‘Bama cat’s the real deal. Maybe it always takes just that one person, that archetypal, zeitgeistal hero to step up and name aloud the beasts that lurk in the bushes and slay them where they lay, for once and for all. That one person that starts a movement or maybe just accelerates one, gurgles it to the surface and maybe somehow that one person is able to turn the whole awful mess into something new. Maybe it’s a Renaissance. Maybe it’s his destiny. Maybe it isn’t. I don’t know. I am equal parts Hope and Cynicism at this point, not of him, not at all. But of them. And you. All of you. Some of you.
You.
What will you do, come November? Because you’re one of the players on the stage of a show that the whole world is watching. It’s like football with global implications. It’s the All American Soap Opera, complete with heroes and bad guys and sex and race and violence and hope and...well, you got me. It’s one hell of a show. I hope it turns out alright in the end is all I can say at this point. I’m a little concerned, myself. Have been for some time, to be honest. And I know some of you have too, but the question (and it’s key) is how many of you are concerned? Sure, there’s those amongst you that are entirely switched on and active and know the score but I wonder about that other number, not of those that are lost forever, the "Dubya For Life, Stupid and Proud of It" but the other, possibly far greater number. How many are just switched off and couldn’t be bothered? Can’t get the time off work, gotta watch their favorite shows, get drunk on the weekends and that’s about it. Work, tv, drink, fuck and die. The "Leave Politics for the Assholes" people. How many of those? That’s the real number. In any country. How many just couldn’t give a fuck? It really is the nut of the thing.
Like if this thing drags on to the point that you hate everybody involved and can’t be bothered with any of it? That’s the real cost of this primary season running so long and ugly as it has. Hills should fuckin’ bow out and just about everybody knows it except for the hack punditocracy that want this thing to go on for as long as possible for two, very simple and basic reasons:
1. If it bleeds it leads and Hills and B-Rack are bleedin’ all over the screen, 24-7.
2. It benefits Johnny ‘Bomb Bomb’ McCain, whom they love and will do whatever they can to elect in November. Rich keep getting’ richer and the people that matter live happily ever after. Right? Right. Listen, for the good of America and the entire planet, get this thing together, would you? Because the other side is lining itself up and they're ready to go. One more neocon gets one more gnarled hands on the dice. That's what's at stake here Photobucket and every second there is an undecided Democratic nominee facilitates the previously unthinkable.
Friends, bloggers, Kossacks, let us speak frankly. Never before has the fate of the entire world ever weighed so heavily upon the citizenry of one single nation. This one's for all the marbles. And it's all you, baby.
Peace.
And good luck.
-iSC
Poll: John McCain is...
Not a threat. A hundred years in Iraq? Admittedly knows dick about economics? Older than the Bible? Puh-leeze.
14% 7 votes
A threat so long as Hillary keeps SCREWING THIS THING UP
32% 16 votes
A strong threat because the Media loves him and will do everything in its power to hand him the presidency, for what should now be obvious reasons
54% 27 votes
| 50 votes total
I can believe you guys run elections like this. It’s amazing. I’m utterly agog. What the Christ is all this? How much does all it cost? Are you NUTS?!? They’re eating each other alive out there! McCain’s crew is just laying back, dropping long-range YouTube bombs and laughing their arses off! Hill’s junk is strewed all over the tarmac in Bosnia and the media’ll pump it up like it’s freaking WhiteWater even as it replays the latest and greatest from Obama’s Reverend buddy who just happens to be an angry Black man. Jesus wept! So freaking what?!? After Katrina, I’m an angry Black man and I’m not even Black!!!!
Divide and conquer is back. Except this is subdivide and conquer further. SuperPlusDivision. Politics of Fear melds with race. Throw some religion and politics in there and maybe you can never get together again! The Republicans are, to a man, laughing their asses off right now, I assure you, rightfully freaking so. The Democrats, somehow, are screwing even this one up. You know, fool that I am, I always assumed the first Post Bush election was supposed to be a no-brainer but NOT LIKE THIS! Jesus H. Suffering Christ, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. It’s like a little mini version of your Electoral College where once again we find important decisions decided by something other than the popular vote. In this case you’ll find your Democracy subverted by yet another collection of old and mostly white and mostly male and entirely rich SuperDelegates whom, collectively, apparently know better than the voters what is best for...the voters. Am I alone in thinking; just what the blistering fuque is going on here? What’s wrong with most little pieces of paper with the candidate’s name on it wins? Why the extra step? Is there a Doctor Ockham in the house?
Is the Universe that fucked up that I now have to imagine a world in which (urrppp) McCain will be the next American president? After Dubya? The ‘bomb-bomb-Iran’ guy is on deck? The ‘strolling through the streets of Baghdad’ guy gets a shake at it? Must I consider it possible? Yes Virginia, and here’s why; Bush, dufus and moron that he most assuredly be and however it actually went down, managed to seize the office not once but twice. So yeah. It’s possible. And there it be. An idea so hideous that it tastes like rank puke inside my mind as I think it, but there it be. The "100 years is fine with me" guy is actually a threat. And he is. Don’t kid yourself. The value of having a gushing and horny media on your side is not to be debated, at all, in any way. And they fall all over this guy. This is already well-established and admitted by a lot of big-name Media vampires already, vampires like Joey the Scar and that hideous twit Matthews. Are you catching this? They’ve already chosen their sides. Media controls the message, media loves McCain...
Look, maybe this ‘Bama cat’s the real deal. Maybe it always takes just that one person, that archetypal, zeitgeistal hero to step up and name aloud the beasts that lurk in the bushes and slay them where they lay, for once and for all. That one person that starts a movement or maybe just accelerates one, gurgles it to the surface and maybe somehow that one person is able to turn the whole awful mess into something new. Maybe it’s a Renaissance. Maybe it’s his destiny. Maybe it isn’t. I don’t know. I am equal parts Hope and Cynicism at this point, not of him, not at all. But of them. And you. All of you. Some of you.
You.
What will you do, come November? Because you’re one of the players on the stage of a show that the whole world is watching. It’s like football with global implications. It’s the All American Soap Opera, complete with heroes and bad guys and sex and race and violence and hope and...well, you got me. It’s one hell of a show. I hope it turns out alright in the end is all I can say at this point. I’m a little concerned, myself. Have been for some time, to be honest. And I know some of you have too, but the question (and it’s key) is how many of you are concerned? Sure, there’s those amongst you that are entirely switched on and active and know the score but I wonder about that other number, not of those that are lost forever, the "Dubya For Life, Stupid and Proud of It" but the other, possibly far greater number. How many are just switched off and couldn’t be bothered? Can’t get the time off work, gotta watch their favorite shows, get drunk on the weekends and that’s about it. Work, tv, drink, fuck and die. The "Leave Politics for the Assholes" people. How many of those? That’s the real number. In any country. How many just couldn’t give a fuck? It really is the nut of the thing.
Like if this thing drags on to the point that you hate everybody involved and can’t be bothered with any of it? That’s the real cost of this primary season running so long and ugly as it has. Hills should fuckin’ bow out and just about everybody knows it except for the hack punditocracy that want this thing to go on for as long as possible for two, very simple and basic reasons:
1. If it bleeds it leads and Hills and B-Rack are bleedin’ all over the screen, 24-7.
2. It benefits Johnny ‘Bomb Bomb’ McCain, whom they love and will do whatever they can to elect in November. Rich keep getting’ richer and the people that matter live happily ever after. Right? Right. Listen, for the good of America and the entire planet, get this thing together, would you? Because the other side is lining itself up and they're ready to go. One more neocon gets one more gnarled hands on the dice. That's what's at stake here Photobucket and every second there is an undecided Democratic nominee facilitates the previously unthinkable.
Friends, bloggers, Kossacks, let us speak frankly. Never before has the fate of the entire world ever weighed so heavily upon the citizenry of one single nation. This one's for all the marbles. And it's all you, baby.
Peace.
And good luck.
-iSC
Poll: John McCain is...
Not a threat. A hundred years in Iraq? Admittedly knows dick about economics? Older than the Bible? Puh-leeze.
14% 7 votes
A threat so long as Hillary keeps SCREWING THIS THING UP
32% 16 votes
A strong threat because the Media loves him and will do everything in its power to hand him the presidency, for what should now be obvious reasons
54% 27 votes
| 50 votes total
Android to Ostrich: On the General Ashtraying of the Planet
Sun Mar 30, 2008 at 09:40:22 AM PST
Dear [XXXXXX]
Will blog a response to this eventually (no names, no need for it. I represent the one side of what is becoming one of the dominant issues of our time and you the other), but have one thing I'd like some clarification of. It's certainly not shocking to me to hear someone from the status quo side use a term like 'Great Climate Change Religion' but it is when it comes from an intellectual like yourself and especially from someone with something of a scientific background, who actually knows what a 'theory' is, what 'peer-review' means etc.
To me, (and this may make you laugh, I haven't the slightest clue) but the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change is the end-all be-all on it. They are the global consensus of dudes with the white coats and bunsen burners. If such a maassive amalgamation of subject-specific minds from another discipline, say Astronomy, came to me and said I should move because an asteroid is about to hit my house, well, you can bet yer ass I'd be moving. Pack up the kids, the bigscreen, the dog, the wife and what-have-you and I'm outta there. I haven't a doubt in my mind you'd do precisely the same thing and so would each and every sane human being on earth. The guy who didn't would be considered a nutcase and we'd all be saying he'll deserve it when he and his get reduced to molten space slag.
'Scientific American' and 'Science Magazine' both said the facts were in, the debate was over and Human Climate Fuckery is a dire reality. These are publications that I know both you and I have always respected, quoted extensively in our individual scientific endeavors because we knew the articles were backed wherever possible by peer review articles. Now they are what? Partisan rags? How? What on earth for? Is there some kind of conspiracy theory on this? And if so, why on earth do you believe it?
Seems like the other guys, the status quo guys that travel around the world on the oil company's dime quasi-refuting these things are the ones that can't even really nail down what a scientific theory or peer-review paper is. Whole thing reminds me of these Creationist idiots in the final analysis; "Ooooooh, you have a theory. Well, I can have a theory too. Everybody can have a theory on everything and mine is that the world was created by a benevolent, invisible, superhuman master to whom we must all bow and pray to or we will be sent to an eternity of fire and pain."
Hey, believe what you want, just don't try to call it science unless it's jumped the necessary hurdles, right? And there's the difference. Human Climate Fuckery has jumped the necessary hurdles. It's official. The consensus amongst people that know about these things is that this is the Real Deal and the debate is done and it's time to figger out our way outta this. Or to at the very least accept the general ashtraying of the planet and saying you like it that way. I would respect that more than abject, baseless denial and ostrichery.
Seems like the only actual scientists that represent the status quo side are not climatologists but geologists. Why do you think that is? Am I wrong? Gore's got legions of the world's finest climatologists backing what he has to say but who's the big status quo champ on this, what's the name of the Bizarro world Gore? I'd love to check his background out and read what he has to say, if in fact he's an actual climatologist or backed by actual climatologists and not just some fiendish stooge on the oil company's dole. Any leads you can provide me will be ruthlessly tracked down but I doubt you can offer anyone up...? Hey, prove me wrong, you know?
Regardless, I would speak more on this with you, in this laid back fashion that is the email. The tech is perfect for such a thing, given that we're both busy with all manner of things, respond when the spirit strikes you and I'll do the same. And by all means, feel completely free to call me an android so long as I may in turn call you an ostrich, and, as such, I'll just go ahead and offer the following warning about sticking one's head in the sand: it leaves your ass exposed and some day you're just bound to get fucked.
Forever your friend,
-iSC
Poll: Why is Global Warming still denied in spite of all evidence to the contrary?
Fear of Change
8% 2 votes
Fear of Comfort Level Disruption
48% 12 votes
Fear of Imagined Costs, Though New Industry Always Means New Business and New Jobs
16% 4 votes
Big Media has a Very Base and Obvious Interest in Creating Debate Where There is None
28% 7 votes
| 25 votes total
Dear [XXXXXX]
Will blog a response to this eventually (no names, no need for it. I represent the one side of what is becoming one of the dominant issues of our time and you the other), but have one thing I'd like some clarification of. It's certainly not shocking to me to hear someone from the status quo side use a term like 'Great Climate Change Religion' but it is when it comes from an intellectual like yourself and especially from someone with something of a scientific background, who actually knows what a 'theory' is, what 'peer-review' means etc.
To me, (and this may make you laugh, I haven't the slightest clue) but the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change is the end-all be-all on it. They are the global consensus of dudes with the white coats and bunsen burners. If such a maassive amalgamation of subject-specific minds from another discipline, say Astronomy, came to me and said I should move because an asteroid is about to hit my house, well, you can bet yer ass I'd be moving. Pack up the kids, the bigscreen, the dog, the wife and what-have-you and I'm outta there. I haven't a doubt in my mind you'd do precisely the same thing and so would each and every sane human being on earth. The guy who didn't would be considered a nutcase and we'd all be saying he'll deserve it when he and his get reduced to molten space slag.
'Scientific American' and 'Science Magazine' both said the facts were in, the debate was over and Human Climate Fuckery is a dire reality. These are publications that I know both you and I have always respected, quoted extensively in our individual scientific endeavors because we knew the articles were backed wherever possible by peer review articles. Now they are what? Partisan rags? How? What on earth for? Is there some kind of conspiracy theory on this? And if so, why on earth do you believe it?
Seems like the other guys, the status quo guys that travel around the world on the oil company's dime quasi-refuting these things are the ones that can't even really nail down what a scientific theory or peer-review paper is. Whole thing reminds me of these Creationist idiots in the final analysis; "Ooooooh, you have a theory. Well, I can have a theory too. Everybody can have a theory on everything and mine is that the world was created by a benevolent, invisible, superhuman master to whom we must all bow and pray to or we will be sent to an eternity of fire and pain."
Hey, believe what you want, just don't try to call it science unless it's jumped the necessary hurdles, right? And there's the difference. Human Climate Fuckery has jumped the necessary hurdles. It's official. The consensus amongst people that know about these things is that this is the Real Deal and the debate is done and it's time to figger out our way outta this. Or to at the very least accept the general ashtraying of the planet and saying you like it that way. I would respect that more than abject, baseless denial and ostrichery.
Seems like the only actual scientists that represent the status quo side are not climatologists but geologists. Why do you think that is? Am I wrong? Gore's got legions of the world's finest climatologists backing what he has to say but who's the big status quo champ on this, what's the name of the Bizarro world Gore? I'd love to check his background out and read what he has to say, if in fact he's an actual climatologist or backed by actual climatologists and not just some fiendish stooge on the oil company's dole. Any leads you can provide me will be ruthlessly tracked down but I doubt you can offer anyone up...? Hey, prove me wrong, you know?
Regardless, I would speak more on this with you, in this laid back fashion that is the email. The tech is perfect for such a thing, given that we're both busy with all manner of things, respond when the spirit strikes you and I'll do the same. And by all means, feel completely free to call me an android so long as I may in turn call you an ostrich, and, as such, I'll just go ahead and offer the following warning about sticking one's head in the sand: it leaves your ass exposed and some day you're just bound to get fucked.
Forever your friend,
-iSC
Poll: Why is Global Warming still denied in spite of all evidence to the contrary?
Fear of Change
8% 2 votes
Fear of Comfort Level Disruption
48% 12 votes
Fear of Imagined Costs, Though New Industry Always Means New Business and New Jobs
16% 4 votes
Big Media has a Very Base and Obvious Interest in Creating Debate Where There is None
28% 7 votes
| 25 votes total
Fantasy Obama Response on Olbermann, inre 911
Fri Mar 14, 2008 at 07:09:25 PM PST
"It seems my pal the preacher thinks the terrorists attacked because of foreign policy during the last half century. George Bush thinks its because they 'hate freedom' and that we should go shopping. Maybe you, Keith, think it was culture-envy and maybe I think it was for all of these things. And more, like I'd throw in the part about how cultures often degenerate towards evil ways when immersed in poverty, inequality and tyranny. What if it's all those things? What if it's a few more reasons that you and I haven't even thought of yet?"
"See what I'm getting at?"
"Thing is, well, I know what Dubya says about these things and I know what guys like Kristol, Rove and O'Reilley have to say about why the terrorists attacked on 911. But you could spend the rest of your life organizing, categorizing and presenting all the millions of ways the Roves and O'Reilleys have been wrong on just about everything they ever coulda been right about. Doesn't sound like alot of fun to me and it won't do anything towards addressing what has happened and what to do about it but you could certainly make a career of it."
"The upshot is, I know what the Roves and O'Reilleys think about it but I don't know what you think, Keith. I don't know, offhand, what Hillary would say about it. And I don't know what percentage of America thinks it was because of FreedomHating or CultureEnvy or our Foreign Policy but you know what? I'd be interested to know. Wouldn't you? So why don't you ask them these questions Keith and more importantly, why don't you help us listen to ourselves? I watch your show all the time. You might just be the man to do it."
"Point is there's never been any kind of deep, National Debate into the Big Why of 911. Sure, we had different collections of pundits serve us up whatever platitude best represents their network's place on the ideological scale and fair enough; we should at this point expect little more from them. But maybe now's the time for us to move beyond media consensus shaping and ask the question amongst ourselves as a populace. You know?
Listen, we got hit. Hard. Okay? And it shocked us to the core. All of us. King Hell Redneck Righty and Bullgoose Loony Lefty alike. And here we all are. So let me ask you this: has enough time passed that we have recovered enough from that awful day that we can now brush the dust and rubble from ourselves and become capable, as a People, of discussing amongst ourselves, openly and holistically about what has happened that day and in the days months and years prior that may or may not have had a role to play in the events of September 11th, 2001? Wouldn't that actually be a very healthy and cathartic thing for a great but still healing society such as ours to do?"
"To debate amongst ourselves where necessary? To examine all relevant evidences and come to a consensus that is best represented by them, not some media consensus and certainly not what consensus there be within the very closed and heavily secretive Bush administration that has been so wrong and mendacious on so much. I'm talking about a consensus developed by us! We the People! If not now, when? If not us, whom and if not America, then wherever on earth?"
"So let's have that debate amongst us, amongst all of us. In spite of the numbers it seems my opponent is hellbent on dragging this process out to the bitterest of ends, so I've got the time. Let's embrace this chance to open a national dialogue about the biggest "why" never openly addressed by about 911. It's not unpatriotic to ask 'why,' not in the America I grew up in, Keith, and not your America either, I'm as certain of that as I am that the Sun will rise tomorrow."
Exeunt.
Blogger's Note: In the interests of full disclosure the blogger would like to at this point announce that he is not an American citizen, that he is fully aware he is delving into some sensitive issues here but he considers himself your friend and is watching your elections like he's addicted to them. It's better than football but the ramifications are so much larger than a statue or cup. Be well. In spite of what you see and hear from your news outlets every day, many in this world are looking to not your politicians but to You the People for the type of Change the whole world needs. Do a friend a favor and be that Change, would you?
Poll: The terrorists attacked on 911 because...
America's foreign policy for the last half Century
63% 45 votes
FreedomHating
5% 4 votes
CultureEnvy
2% 2 votes
Immersion in Poverty, Inequality and Tyranny
28% 20 votes
| 71 votes total
"It seems my pal the preacher thinks the terrorists attacked because of foreign policy during the last half century. George Bush thinks its because they 'hate freedom' and that we should go shopping. Maybe you, Keith, think it was culture-envy and maybe I think it was for all of these things. And more, like I'd throw in the part about how cultures often degenerate towards evil ways when immersed in poverty, inequality and tyranny. What if it's all those things? What if it's a few more reasons that you and I haven't even thought of yet?"
"See what I'm getting at?"
"Thing is, well, I know what Dubya says about these things and I know what guys like Kristol, Rove and O'Reilley have to say about why the terrorists attacked on 911. But you could spend the rest of your life organizing, categorizing and presenting all the millions of ways the Roves and O'Reilleys have been wrong on just about everything they ever coulda been right about. Doesn't sound like alot of fun to me and it won't do anything towards addressing what has happened and what to do about it but you could certainly make a career of it."
"The upshot is, I know what the Roves and O'Reilleys think about it but I don't know what you think, Keith. I don't know, offhand, what Hillary would say about it. And I don't know what percentage of America thinks it was because of FreedomHating or CultureEnvy or our Foreign Policy but you know what? I'd be interested to know. Wouldn't you? So why don't you ask them these questions Keith and more importantly, why don't you help us listen to ourselves? I watch your show all the time. You might just be the man to do it."
"Point is there's never been any kind of deep, National Debate into the Big Why of 911. Sure, we had different collections of pundits serve us up whatever platitude best represents their network's place on the ideological scale and fair enough; we should at this point expect little more from them. But maybe now's the time for us to move beyond media consensus shaping and ask the question amongst ourselves as a populace. You know?
Listen, we got hit. Hard. Okay? And it shocked us to the core. All of us. King Hell Redneck Righty and Bullgoose Loony Lefty alike. And here we all are. So let me ask you this: has enough time passed that we have recovered enough from that awful day that we can now brush the dust and rubble from ourselves and become capable, as a People, of discussing amongst ourselves, openly and holistically about what has happened that day and in the days months and years prior that may or may not have had a role to play in the events of September 11th, 2001? Wouldn't that actually be a very healthy and cathartic thing for a great but still healing society such as ours to do?"
"To debate amongst ourselves where necessary? To examine all relevant evidences and come to a consensus that is best represented by them, not some media consensus and certainly not what consensus there be within the very closed and heavily secretive Bush administration that has been so wrong and mendacious on so much. I'm talking about a consensus developed by us! We the People! If not now, when? If not us, whom and if not America, then wherever on earth?"
"So let's have that debate amongst us, amongst all of us. In spite of the numbers it seems my opponent is hellbent on dragging this process out to the bitterest of ends, so I've got the time. Let's embrace this chance to open a national dialogue about the biggest "why" never openly addressed by about 911. It's not unpatriotic to ask 'why,' not in the America I grew up in, Keith, and not your America either, I'm as certain of that as I am that the Sun will rise tomorrow."
Exeunt.
Blogger's Note: In the interests of full disclosure the blogger would like to at this point announce that he is not an American citizen, that he is fully aware he is delving into some sensitive issues here but he considers himself your friend and is watching your elections like he's addicted to them. It's better than football but the ramifications are so much larger than a statue or cup. Be well. In spite of what you see and hear from your news outlets every day, many in this world are looking to not your politicians but to You the People for the type of Change the whole world needs. Do a friend a favor and be that Change, would you?
Poll: The terrorists attacked on 911 because...
America's foreign policy for the last half Century
63% 45 votes
FreedomHating
5% 4 votes
CultureEnvy
2% 2 votes
Immersion in Poverty, Inequality and Tyranny
28% 20 votes
| 71 votes total
Barack's Staffers are Not Idiots and I'm a Dick
Tue Feb 26, 2008 at 09:02:00 PM PST
Your opponent shows up in a coffin, nailed up tight but for one or two empty slots, for which you have both nails and hammer in hand. What do you do, what do...you do? If you're Barrack Obama in the 20th Democratic Nomination Debate, nothing apparently, or at least not enough. For which I don't blame him specifically, I quite like the fellow and think him vastly superior to his hawkish opponent. But his staffers should be boiled and eaten for not making him tee up on the obvious, easy ones. Don't you think? Is it just me? I mean, I understand the 'taking the high road' but man, give somethin' to the fans, would ya?
UPDATE: Changed the title of this little blog 'o mine due to massive and quite justifiable protests against the very idea that these same staffers that have obviously worked very hard and played no small role in taking 'Bama to where he is today, poised to capture the Democratic nomination, could possibly be idiots. I withdraw the assertion without reservation and in my own defense all I can say is...well...don't blog angry, people! I was told it's too late to change said title yet did it anyways. Apologies to all involved, where applicable, have a nice day
*
Hills talks about her Iraq vote and the preemptive war and says, and I quote
"President Bush waged a preemptive war and I warned against it."
You catch that? She warned against it? When?
"Tonight, the President gave javascript:void(0)Saddam Hussein one last chance to avoid war, and the world hopes that Saddam Hussein will finally hear this ultimatum, understand the severity of those words, and act accordingly. While we wish there were more international support for the effort to disarm Saddam Hussein, at this critical juncture it is important for all of us to come together in support of our troops"
I see no warning there on the Hill's part. you? A warning would be like saying "look, don't do this. We shouldn't invade preemptively. It's sets back the internationalist movement about a thousand years and makes us look like power-mad hegemonist jerks. Just...stop it."
Hill's saying she made some kind of adequate warning against a premeptive strike doesn't jive in any way, shape or form and in a debate you hammer an opponent for stuff like this. Obama let that line, that ludicrous line about Hill's warning float by. It's bloody distressing to me. What else? Oh yeah, here's a goodie:
"Lots of people were speaking out against the war."
Really? Lots? Like...um...politicians? You mean, prior to the invasion itself? That's horseshit. Complete and utter horseshit. It totally denies the environment of the times in which ANY anti-war talk was denounced wholesale by both major political parties and shouted down widely through the supposedly free US of A. I remember Gore speaking out about it and getting utterly slagged by the entirety of the mainstream media, from far Right to Centrist (sadly, not for the first time nor last) and nobody really coming to his defense. We know hubby Bill said bupkis about it until 2008(at which point he claims he was against it, though since he never spoke out about the impending, massive, American-made disaster we'll just have to take his word for it) and Hawk was as big as cheerleader for it as anybody on the Left. As anybody you care to name, bar none. Lots of people were speaking out against it? It's revisionist history and it's actually insulting to those of us that marched and protested and wrote and blogged and debated against the whole godawful thing. She shoulda been slagged for it, it was an easy point to make and Barrack chose not to, much to my consternation and my dog's good natured concern.
The perfect example though? Free Trade, how shite it's been for America and how Hill should take responsibility for it if she's taking responsility for everything else Bill did. They talked Free Trade but Obama held off the easy point until Russert basically dragged it out of him with a clip he'd made. Had the question not been asked, the point would never be made that Clinton, if sharing responsibility for all the accomplishments of her hubbies presidency ought also take responsility for the hideously tragic NAFTA plan.
My point is, don't hold off on those easy points if you want to put the nail in the coffin. That's it, that's all, and maybe Barack's too nice a guy to do it but if disaster strikes and barrack Obama manages to lose this thing I guarantee you, it's because he didn't knock the nobrainers out of the park.
All for now.
-iSenseChange
Your opponent shows up in a coffin, nailed up tight but for one or two empty slots, for which you have both nails and hammer in hand. What do you do, what do...you do? If you're Barrack Obama in the 20th Democratic Nomination Debate, nothing apparently, or at least not enough. For which I don't blame him specifically, I quite like the fellow and think him vastly superior to his hawkish opponent. But his staffers should be boiled and eaten for not making him tee up on the obvious, easy ones. Don't you think? Is it just me? I mean, I understand the 'taking the high road' but man, give somethin' to the fans, would ya?
UPDATE: Changed the title of this little blog 'o mine due to massive and quite justifiable protests against the very idea that these same staffers that have obviously worked very hard and played no small role in taking 'Bama to where he is today, poised to capture the Democratic nomination, could possibly be idiots. I withdraw the assertion without reservation and in my own defense all I can say is...well...don't blog angry, people! I was told it's too late to change said title yet did it anyways. Apologies to all involved, where applicable, have a nice day
*
Hills talks about her Iraq vote and the preemptive war and says, and I quote
"President Bush waged a preemptive war and I warned against it."
You catch that? She warned against it? When?
"Tonight, the President gave javascript:void(0)Saddam Hussein one last chance to avoid war, and the world hopes that Saddam Hussein will finally hear this ultimatum, understand the severity of those words, and act accordingly. While we wish there were more international support for the effort to disarm Saddam Hussein, at this critical juncture it is important for all of us to come together in support of our troops"
I see no warning there on the Hill's part. you? A warning would be like saying "look, don't do this. We shouldn't invade preemptively. It's sets back the internationalist movement about a thousand years and makes us look like power-mad hegemonist jerks. Just...stop it."
Hill's saying she made some kind of adequate warning against a premeptive strike doesn't jive in any way, shape or form and in a debate you hammer an opponent for stuff like this. Obama let that line, that ludicrous line about Hill's warning float by. It's bloody distressing to me. What else? Oh yeah, here's a goodie:
"Lots of people were speaking out against the war."
Really? Lots? Like...um...politicians? You mean, prior to the invasion itself? That's horseshit. Complete and utter horseshit. It totally denies the environment of the times in which ANY anti-war talk was denounced wholesale by both major political parties and shouted down widely through the supposedly free US of A. I remember Gore speaking out about it and getting utterly slagged by the entirety of the mainstream media, from far Right to Centrist (sadly, not for the first time nor last) and nobody really coming to his defense. We know hubby Bill said bupkis about it until 2008(at which point he claims he was against it, though since he never spoke out about the impending, massive, American-made disaster we'll just have to take his word for it) and Hawk was as big as cheerleader for it as anybody on the Left. As anybody you care to name, bar none. Lots of people were speaking out against it? It's revisionist history and it's actually insulting to those of us that marched and protested and wrote and blogged and debated against the whole godawful thing. She shoulda been slagged for it, it was an easy point to make and Barrack chose not to, much to my consternation and my dog's good natured concern.
The perfect example though? Free Trade, how shite it's been for America and how Hill should take responsibility for it if she's taking responsility for everything else Bill did. They talked Free Trade but Obama held off the easy point until Russert basically dragged it out of him with a clip he'd made. Had the question not been asked, the point would never be made that Clinton, if sharing responsibility for all the accomplishments of her hubbies presidency ought also take responsility for the hideously tragic NAFTA plan.
My point is, don't hold off on those easy points if you want to put the nail in the coffin. That's it, that's all, and maybe Barack's too nice a guy to do it but if disaster strikes and barrack Obama manages to lose this thing I guarantee you, it's because he didn't knock the nobrainers out of the park.
All for now.
-iSenseChange
Bases, Boots and Burger Kings: Dubya's Real Legacy in the Middle East
Thu Feb 21, 2008 at 07:31:26 PM PST
Sure, we all talk about getting out of Iraq. Don't get me wrong. I knew the whole thing was going to hell in a handbasket the second I heard Dubya bluster at a world that was at the time scrambling to help America any way they could, "you're either with us or against us." It wasn't long after that me and a few billion of my friends hit the streets in our many lands to protest the war as it approached, wherever, whenever and however we could. Many of us found our literary voices blogging against the war, tyranny and fascism and made friends, shared concerns, fears, hopes and a collective sense of massive impending change (hence, by the way, the name). But where does it all lead me? Simply this: As for getting out, I mean, totally getting out of Iraq, none of you reeeeeeeeally think that's going to happen, do you? You understand that it doesn't matter even slightly who you vote for in this regard? That it's simply not going to happen?
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Sure, we all talk about getting out of Iraq. Don't get me wrong. I knew the whole thing was going to hell in a handbasket the second I heard Dubya bluster at a world that was at the time scrambling to help America any way they could, "you're either with us or against us." It wasn't long after that me and a few billion of my friends hit the streets in our many lands to protest the war as it approached, wherever, whenever and however we could. Many of us found our literary voices blogging against the war, tyranny and fascism and made friends, shared concerns, fears, hopes and a collective sense of massive impending change (hence, by the way, the name). But where does it all lead me? Simply this: As for getting out, I mean, totally getting out of Iraq, none of you reeeeeeeeally think that's going to happen, do you? You understand that it doesn't matter even slightly who you vote for in this regard? That it's simply not going to happen?
There are people in Washington ... who never intend to withdraw military forces from Iraq and they’re looking for ten, 20, 50 years in the future ... the reason that we went into Iraq was to establish a permanent military base in thegulf region, and I have never heard any of our leaders say that they would commit themselves to the Iraqi people that ten years from now there will be no military bases of the United States in Iraq.
– Former President Jimmy Carter (Feb. 3, 2006)
I hate writing it. It's hideous. But here goes: America has a huge oil problem. Mideast has it but a wide majority of the Mideast hates America to bits. America now has permanent Superbases that they will inevitably fill to the tits with soldiers armed to the teeth and tanks and equipment and infrastructure and landing strips and guess what? You just never, ever leave there, forever, no matter if it's Hills, 'Bama and especially John 'Bomb Bomb Iran' McCain that takes the Oval Office next. It absolutely doesn't matter one little bit and the sooner you understand this the sooner you understand what's really going on in America, like say, with your lameduck Democratic congressional majority, for starters, who've had enormous difficulty standing up to the least popular president in American history.
Ultimately, these enduring bases are the real legacy of George 'Dubya' Bush and the biggest argument you can muster against the idea that he's just a grinning chimp and the biggest argument I can muster that he's actually the Kaiser Sose president. Act like a dummy, just get your troops and guns where you need 'em and leave 'em there. The Dems'd be nuts to remove them, powerless to do anything but accept that for the rest of this century you can bet yer sweet bippy there will be bases, boots and Burger Kings in America-controlled Iraq. Boots on the ground overtop the greatest material prize in the history of the world. That's your Mission Accomplished, for you. The rest is just window dressing.
Pull out of Iraq? Entirely? Like, out of what will end up being at least 14 enduring SuperBases? Just because the Tyranny of the Majority demands it? You think they care? HAH!!! Not bloody likely, man, though the idea is cute or maybe it's just 'quaint' like Dick Cheney and the NeoCons like to say. But the Dems are in it too. They know, each and every one of them, as well as anybody else what the situation is Over There.
What do you think they're going to do? Tear down these bases, brick by brick, hang the cost and the immense strategic advantage smack dab in the middle of the middle of the East? Or do you just leave them for whatever lapdog or madman comes to own Iraq in your absence? McCain's a shmuck, a fool and a proven ratfuck liar but when he talks about a hundred years more in Iraq he's alot closer to the Truth then what 'Bama and Hills have to say about it. Those bases, folks, ain't going anywhere, I promise you.
Hey, shit, love to be wrong on this, absolutely love to. Show me how and I sleep better instantly, guarantee you.
Poll
Ending the War vs Enduring Iraq Superbases: What Will Be Done?
Tear 'em down brick by brick, hang the cost and strategic advantage
42% 11 votes
Leave 'em for whatever lapdog or madman ends up in charge
23% 6 votes
Fill 'em with soldiers, weapons, tech and infrastructure and enjoy your toehold on the MidEast
34% 9 votes
| 26 votes total
Sure, we all talk about getting out of Iraq. Don't get me wrong. I knew the whole thing was going to hell in a handbasket the second I heard Dubya bluster at a world that was at the time scrambling to help America any way they could, "you're either with us or against us." It wasn't long after that me and a few billion of my friends hit the streets in our many lands to protest the war as it approached, wherever, whenever and however we could. Many of us found our literary voices blogging against the war, tyranny and fascism and made friends, shared concerns, fears, hopes and a collective sense of massive impending change (hence, by the way, the name). But where does it all lead me? Simply this: As for getting out, I mean, totally getting out of Iraq, none of you reeeeeeeeally think that's going to happen, do you? You understand that it doesn't matter even slightly who you vote for in this regard? That it's simply not going to happen?
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Sure, we all talk about getting out of Iraq. Don't get me wrong. I knew the whole thing was going to hell in a handbasket the second I heard Dubya bluster at a world that was at the time scrambling to help America any way they could, "you're either with us or against us." It wasn't long after that me and a few billion of my friends hit the streets in our many lands to protest the war as it approached, wherever, whenever and however we could. Many of us found our literary voices blogging against the war, tyranny and fascism and made friends, shared concerns, fears, hopes and a collective sense of massive impending change (hence, by the way, the name). But where does it all lead me? Simply this: As for getting out, I mean, totally getting out of Iraq, none of you reeeeeeeeally think that's going to happen, do you? You understand that it doesn't matter even slightly who you vote for in this regard? That it's simply not going to happen?
There are people in Washington ... who never intend to withdraw military forces from Iraq and they’re looking for ten, 20, 50 years in the future ... the reason that we went into Iraq was to establish a permanent military base in thegulf region, and I have never heard any of our leaders say that they would commit themselves to the Iraqi people that ten years from now there will be no military bases of the United States in Iraq.
– Former President Jimmy Carter (Feb. 3, 2006)
I hate writing it. It's hideous. But here goes: America has a huge oil problem. Mideast has it but a wide majority of the Mideast hates America to bits. America now has permanent Superbases that they will inevitably fill to the tits with soldiers armed to the teeth and tanks and equipment and infrastructure and landing strips and guess what? You just never, ever leave there, forever, no matter if it's Hills, 'Bama and especially John 'Bomb Bomb Iran' McCain that takes the Oval Office next. It absolutely doesn't matter one little bit and the sooner you understand this the sooner you understand what's really going on in America, like say, with your lameduck Democratic congressional majority, for starters, who've had enormous difficulty standing up to the least popular president in American history.
Ultimately, these enduring bases are the real legacy of George 'Dubya' Bush and the biggest argument you can muster against the idea that he's just a grinning chimp and the biggest argument I can muster that he's actually the Kaiser Sose president. Act like a dummy, just get your troops and guns where you need 'em and leave 'em there. The Dems'd be nuts to remove them, powerless to do anything but accept that for the rest of this century you can bet yer sweet bippy there will be bases, boots and Burger Kings in America-controlled Iraq. Boots on the ground overtop the greatest material prize in the history of the world. That's your Mission Accomplished, for you. The rest is just window dressing.
Pull out of Iraq? Entirely? Like, out of what will end up being at least 14 enduring SuperBases? Just because the Tyranny of the Majority demands it? You think they care? HAH!!! Not bloody likely, man, though the idea is cute or maybe it's just 'quaint' like Dick Cheney and the NeoCons like to say. But the Dems are in it too. They know, each and every one of them, as well as anybody else what the situation is Over There.
What do you think they're going to do? Tear down these bases, brick by brick, hang the cost and the immense strategic advantage smack dab in the middle of the middle of the East? Or do you just leave them for whatever lapdog or madman comes to own Iraq in your absence? McCain's a shmuck, a fool and a proven ratfuck liar but when he talks about a hundred years more in Iraq he's alot closer to the Truth then what 'Bama and Hills have to say about it. Those bases, folks, ain't going anywhere, I promise you.
Hey, shit, love to be wrong on this, absolutely love to. Show me how and I sleep better instantly, guarantee you.
Poll
Ending the War vs Enduring Iraq Superbases: What Will Be Done?
Tear 'em down brick by brick, hang the cost and strategic advantage
42% 11 votes
Leave 'em for whatever lapdog or madman ends up in charge
23% 6 votes
Fill 'em with soldiers, weapons, tech and infrastructure and enjoy your toehold on the MidEast
34% 9 votes
| 26 votes total
Gonzo Letters: Make News TV Celebrity Free
Wed Feb 13, 2008 at 07:29:48 PM PST
From: XXXXXXX XXXX (XXXXXXXXXX@hotmail.com)
Sent: Thursday, February 14, 2008 5:09:47 AM
To: letters@msnbc.com
Subject: Celebrity Free News TV
To the good folks at the MSNBC,
Can somebody (anybody) explain to me why a smart fella with such a smart show like Olbermann and his ‘Countdown’ has to routinely devote his Number One Story to infotainment news crap? I betcha it drives him crazy. Prob’ly makes him puke in his mouth every time he has to mention the latest round of excruciating minutia involving Paris Lohan driving drunk or Britney Hilton chuggin’ dick. At least, I hope that’s the case. Any chance you cats can get rid of the infotainment crap and keep Olbermann focused with his generally lazer-like intensity on the politics, universal deception and other affairs of state and global importance?
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From: XXXXXXX XXXX (XXXXXXXXXX@hotmail.com) Sent: Thursday, February 14, 2008 5:09:47 AM To: letters@msnbc.com Subject: Celebrity Free News TV To the good folks at the MSNBC, Can somebody (anybody) explain to me why a smart fella with such a smart show like Olbermann and his ‘Countdown’ has to routinely devote his Number One Story to infotainment news crap? I betcha it drives him crazy. Prob’ly makes him puke in his mouth every time he has to mention the latest round of excruciating minutia involving Paris Lohan driving drunk or Britney Hilton chuggin’ dick. At least, I hope that’s the case. Any chance you cats can get rid of the infotainment crap and keep Olbermann focused with his generally lazer-like intensity on the politics, universal deception and other affairs of state and global importance?
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Point is that there’s a market for it. People want it desperately and what intellectuals remain alive and awake desperately yearn for intellectual discourse on what really matters, considering Olbermann and the Countdown nothing less than a beacon of Truth in a time of near omnipresent bullshit. What a disappointment for this beacon to be so brutally yet routinely extinguished at the end of each hour with the latest non-update on what some beautiful idiot did to get him/herself in trouble this week. I can't believe that people still care. Do they? Even now?
Britney’s latest round of weirdness serves the point only too well. It works out like this: if she’s genuinely sick then this necessarily makes the ongoing coverage of what is obviously some kind of mental illness genuinely sicker and the People, for following it but probably pretending to others that they’re not, sicker yet. If she’s not sick and just doing fuck-up cartwheels for camera attention then it works out the same way. She’s sick, the press is sick and so are the People.
See also: depraved, see also: pathetic, see also: ghoulish
Look, I understand ratings but does this kind of lame shlock help Keith and MSNBC or hold you back? You have an opportunity here. Press forward, not back. Do something worthwhile. Celebrity shlock is part of the problem and somewhere inside your collective heart of hearts y'all know this. So gimmee the Real Story, fellas.
In the fervent hope you'll make my news t.v. celebrity-free,
-iSenseChange, DailyKos blogger and eminent sage
p.s. the comedians, to a man, are hideously unfunny to the point of embarrassment for all involved, viewer most definitely included.
From: XXXXXXX XXXX (XXXXXXXXXX@hotmail.com)
Sent: Thursday, February 14, 2008 5:09:47 AM
To: letters@msnbc.com
Subject: Celebrity Free News TV
To the good folks at the MSNBC,
Can somebody (anybody) explain to me why a smart fella with such a smart show like Olbermann and his ‘Countdown’ has to routinely devote his Number One Story to infotainment news crap? I betcha it drives him crazy. Prob’ly makes him puke in his mouth every time he has to mention the latest round of excruciating minutia involving Paris Lohan driving drunk or Britney Hilton chuggin’ dick. At least, I hope that’s the case. Any chance you cats can get rid of the infotainment crap and keep Olbermann focused with his generally lazer-like intensity on the politics, universal deception and other affairs of state and global importance?
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From: XXXXXXX XXXX (XXXXXXXXXX@hotmail.com) Sent: Thursday, February 14, 2008 5:09:47 AM To: letters@msnbc.com Subject: Celebrity Free News TV To the good folks at the MSNBC, Can somebody (anybody) explain to me why a smart fella with such a smart show like Olbermann and his ‘Countdown’ has to routinely devote his Number One Story to infotainment news crap? I betcha it drives him crazy. Prob’ly makes him puke in his mouth every time he has to mention the latest round of excruciating minutia involving Paris Lohan driving drunk or Britney Hilton chuggin’ dick. At least, I hope that’s the case. Any chance you cats can get rid of the infotainment crap and keep Olbermann focused with his generally lazer-like intensity on the politics, universal deception and other affairs of state and global importance?
URL:
http://
Label:
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* iSenseChange's diary :: ::
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Point is that there’s a market for it. People want it desperately and what intellectuals remain alive and awake desperately yearn for intellectual discourse on what really matters, considering Olbermann and the Countdown nothing less than a beacon of Truth in a time of near omnipresent bullshit. What a disappointment for this beacon to be so brutally yet routinely extinguished at the end of each hour with the latest non-update on what some beautiful idiot did to get him/herself in trouble this week. I can't believe that people still care. Do they? Even now?
Britney’s latest round of weirdness serves the point only too well. It works out like this: if she’s genuinely sick then this necessarily makes the ongoing coverage of what is obviously some kind of mental illness genuinely sicker and the People, for following it but probably pretending to others that they’re not, sicker yet. If she’s not sick and just doing fuck-up cartwheels for camera attention then it works out the same way. She’s sick, the press is sick and so are the People.
See also: depraved, see also: pathetic, see also: ghoulish
Look, I understand ratings but does this kind of lame shlock help Keith and MSNBC or hold you back? You have an opportunity here. Press forward, not back. Do something worthwhile. Celebrity shlock is part of the problem and somewhere inside your collective heart of hearts y'all know this. So gimmee the Real Story, fellas.
In the fervent hope you'll make my news t.v. celebrity-free,
-iSenseChange, DailyKos blogger and eminent sage
p.s. the comedians, to a man, are hideously unfunny to the point of embarrassment for all involved, viewer most definitely included.
Friday, February 08, 2008
American Lemming
Wed Feb 06, 2008 at 08:21:38 PM PST
Three reasons not to pay attention to anything Britney Spears ever says or does:
If this latest round of weirdness means she’s genuinely sick then this necessarily makes the ongoing coverage of what is obviously some kind of mental illness genuinely sicker and you, for following it but probably pretending to others that you’re not folowing it, sicker yet.
See also: depraved, see also: pathetic, see also: ghoulish
If she’s doing it for attention this necessarily makes her smarter than both the press and far more smarter than you, which I would hope you find very troubling. I do. Know why? You are the one that gets to decide who will become the next leader of the free world. The press has an excuse: you. Celebrities don’t matter even one bit unless they not only decide to do something important but actually carry through with it and accomplish it. Until then, stop. Just stop. It doesn’t matter who’s dating whom, not even a bit. Put your little magazines away. Forever. And get a life.
Yes sir, were it up to me? My news tv? Celebrity free. Betcher ass. Can somebody (anybody) explain to me why a smart fella with such a smart show like Olbermann and his ‘Countdown’ has to routinely devote his number one story to infotainment news crap? I betcha it drives him crazy. Prob’ly makes him puke in his mouth every time he mentions her. At least, I hope that’s the case.
Because here’s the thing: America sleeps. Still. So many important things and issues with huge ramifications, so little time and what’s the one thing the fiends in charge of hurtling your country ever forward towards the largest faceplant in history know beyond a shadow of a doubt? That you are the most easily misdirected populace in history. And they’re absolutely right. And a full three quarters of you (this is me being generous) are almost completely asleep to anything beyond entertainment, work and getting drunk.
Hate to say it but even the enlightened amongst you are not paying full attention, which means I'm talking to you, Kossacks.
Anybody reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally genuinely impressed with either of the main Dem candidates platforms on either Health Care or even the Environment? Really? Because these are your people. You are fighting tooth and nail to get these people into office. Is what they’re proposing acceptable to you? Is it enough? Should health care be ‘affordable’ or should it be free? Because I’ll tell you something and I know it to be true: what’s affordable now goes up in cost over time, especially when the Repubbies get their hands on it and in no time at all your right back where you started. Which is going bankrupt because you got sick. Or hurt. Affordable? Are you kidding me?
Lemme ask you this (as the rants keep on coming):Is it enough to create more jobs in the Green sector or do you have to actively take on CO2 emissions, drastically transform public transit and the way each and every citizen in the First World now lives their lives? And not tomorrow, not in 2050 or 2025 but, as the Pope oughta be sayin' but ain't, Right Fucking Now! Why don’t you ask Al Gore what he thinks about 2050 or 2025? He’ll tell you (in vastly grander terms) that you and anybody that talks like that is patently full of shit. And he’d be right.
As for the war? How on earth did Hillary get this far? Has she or has she not been every bit John McCain’s equal in cheerleading this wrongheaded, gawdawful Iraq war until even as late as 2005? 2005! That’s a lot of years to be wrong! How did this happen? How is a hawk still in it for the Dems, how did she ever get a lead in the first place, let alone keep it? What the hell is going on here? You want to put a hawk in? Reeeeeeally? You don’t think hawkishness has been a big part of the problem? Not only for the last eight years but like the last sixty? You don't think another approach is, like, maybe a good idea? You still going to be championing unilateral preemptive striking when China's the big superpower? Somehow I don't think so.
This has been a rant. I realize that now and I apologize. I realize that it started with Britney and ended with Hillary and I also realize that makes me look like some kind of misogynist. I know some of you’ll be pissed that I have trashed and continue to trash Hillary for her consistently wrong stance on both the ongoing Iraq War and the still potentially impending clusterfuck in Iran but what can I do? I’m anti-war and she's very clearly not and I challenge anybody to deonnstrate otherwise or you can just quit yer bellyachin'. Can't do it? Knew you couldn't. I think it's a mistake to vote for her or even consider voting for her. To hell with it. I love women. I think they’re our real hope. Because man has had all the opportunity in the world to get this thing right and we have routinely screwed the pooch in every way possible, time and time again. I said it before; the second Oprah Winfrey decides to run for president I will gladly sing her praises from the highest mountaintops.
In the meantime, it’s incumbent upon Americans to wake up, pay attention to what’s important and hold your candidate’s feet to the fire, be that candidate the white chick or the black dude. You want free health care and you want not only change but massive change to fight Global Climate Abuse and you want it not now, not fifty years from now but Right Fucking Now and not only that, you want the corporate stranglehold of the citizenry to be banished once and for all. That last one sound impossible? Repeal one law and it’s done. Didja know that? One law. Look it up.
All for now. I can only hope I didn't make anybody puke in their mouth.
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