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Steve Gilliard, 1964-2007

It is with tremendous sadness that we must convey the news that Steve Gilliard, editor and publisher of The News Blog, passed away June 2, 2007. He was 42.

To those who have come to trust The News Blog and its insightful, brash and unapologetic editorial tone, we have Steve to thank from the bottom of our hearts. Steve helped lead many discussions that mattered to all of us, and he tackled subjects and interest categories where others feared to tread.

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driftglass: "The Aristocrats"



Thanks to driftglass for this wonderful piece

If you are unfamiliar with the Dirtiest Joke in the World, here’s a little primer.

It’s a gorgeous day here in my city and I’m going to pack up my laptop and find a lovely place to eat. So in lieu of a Sunday sermon, here’s my version:

The Republican Party walks into the American people’s living rooms, and says, "We're the Family Value’s Party, and we'd like to represent you."

The American People say, "Sorry, but we’re a little leery of Family Values parties. They tend to be scams run by demagogues.”

Republican Party says, "But this is really special."

The American People says, "Okay, well what's the act?"

The Republican Party replies, "Well after the worst attack on American soil in history, we hijack the nation's grief and rage to plunge us into a war with entirely the wrong country.

“Then we let the actual terrorist responsible for the attack to sit in a comfy chair on the edge of the stage and laugh and laugh and laugh for the duration of the performance.

“The Mainstream Press then comes out, bends over and we take them violently and repeatedly from behind by jamming giant lies up their poop chutes, which come spurting out of their mouths the next day as 'authoritative reporting'. Then we cite our own regurgitated lies as independent ‘proof’ that we're right.

“Meanwhile Fox News and Hate Radio will peel the flesh from the fallen soldiers (whose flag-draped coffins are to be kept strictly hidden during the entire act. Out of, y’know, respect), wrap themselves in their skin, the Flag and the Bible and spend the rest of the act as a kind of Rich White Greek Chorus, screaming that anyone who is not in the act is a traitor.

“They will also hypnotically repeat ‘9/11/Iraq/Saddam Hussein/Osama bin Laden’ over and over and over again until any distinctions between them become magically invisible.

“We then wheel a brain-dead body on the stage named Terri Schiavo, and proceed to use it to defile both the institution of marriage and the sanctity of life…in the name of the Jesus. And then the President himself will interrupt one of his many vacations to make a special guest appearance and sign a special law to do this.

“Our ‘maverick’ candidates then come out, set fire to their remaining principles, and slither though their own shit to kiss Jerry Falwell’s pasty, pestilent ass.

“Then a kick-line of severely wounded veterans of our illegal war hobble across the stage, are locked into tiny rooms crawling with rats and roaches, and are left to sit in their own waste.

“The stage will be ringed by White Male Conservative Fundamentalist Evangelical on tall pulpits who will repetitively rant about the feminists, queers, Darwin and the ACLU oppressing and destroying Christian America while urinating continuously on the proceedings. To spice it up a little, every now and then one of the White Male Conservative Fundamentalist Evangelical preachers will smoke meth and/or orally pleasure some young gentleman volunteer from the audience.

“The daughter of the Vice President will stand under the shower of Conservative urine and sing a merry song about her great love of the Family Values of her Father and her Party.

”Then ‐ live and on stage -- she and her lesbian lover will then give birth to a child out of wedlock.

“Every six minutes a voice will shout from offstage ‘Who is to blame for this horror show?’ and everyone on stage will shout back ‘Slick Willie!’ in unison.

“Every four minutes a spotlight will pick out various Family Values leaders in the wings engaged in various acts of including but not limited to sex with a gay prostitute, sex as a gay prostitute, attempting to solicit gay sex from young boys, embezzling funds from disabled veterans, stealing from native Americans, looting and then busting out various massive corporations, rigging elections, selling soldiers tainted food and toilet water at premium prices, attacking senior citizens for hating soldiers and loving “teh gay”



(Or did you forget?)


“And so forth…”

The American People look very uncomfortable, but the Republican Party continues…

“This will be followed by a series of what we call Ironic Soliloquies.

“First, one of our Faith Based 'scientists' will sodomize a baby polar bear with the worlds 'Global Warming' painted on its fur.

“Second, the head of the agency in charge of responding to national emergencies will let an entire American city die. No expense will be spared in making this as realistic as possible, including the mocking of the dead, the dying and the devastated as being 'lazy and stupid'...

“Third, the top Law Enforcement Officer in the country will torture a series of bound prisoners live, soak the writ of Habeas Corpus in kerosene and set in alight, smash the machinery of democracy, all while singing a rockin’ cover of 'I Don’t Remember'.



“The Secretary of Defense will then fuck an entire country into the ground, destroy the military, lie until his ass actually falls off, and mock anyone who asks honest questions.

“Then, for laughs, the Vice President will shoot a guy. An old guy. In the face.

“The old guy will then profusely apologize for getting in the way of the Vice President’s buckshot.”

The Republican Party pauses, smiling, and then continues:

"This is the best part: the President of the United States then comes back onstage in a flight suit and a massive codpiece, struts over the dead and wounded, over our ruined national reputation, over our failing schools, over our crippling debt, and praises every one of us for the brilliant job we have done, and passes out Presidential Medal’s of Freedom.

“Then a giant banner reading ‘Mission Accomplished’ drops out the ceiling, and 29% of the audience applauds wildly as we all get up and take a bow."

The Republican Party looks at the American People and says, "Well, that's the act. What do you think?"

The American People just sit there stunned for a long time. Finally they say, "That's a hell of an act. What do you call yourselves?"



"The Aristocrats!"


- posted by driftglass

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AP: "Jack Valenti Dead at 85"



And God won't divulge who reviewed Valenti's life, either

From Yahoo AP comes the news of Jack Valenti's death:

Film lobbyist Jack Valenti dies at 85

By DAVID GERMAIN, AP Movie Writer Fri Apr 27, 3:10 AM ET

LOS ANGELES - Jack Valenti was not just Hollywood's top lobbyist. He was one of its biggest stars. The 85-year-old Valenti, who died Thursday of complications from a stroke in March, led the movie industry out of the prudishness of old Hollywood and into an age of freer expression with the creation of the film rating system that has endured nearly 40 years.

The former White House aide went from politics to show business, overseeing the Motion Picture Association of America with eloquence, bullheadedness and flair.

Valenti was a passionate envoy, deflecting criticism of Hollywood with wit and humility, fostering its interests overseas and fiercely combating threats to the industry such as film piracy.

"In a very real sense, he was the ultimate leading man," said Dan Glickman, Valenti's successor as head of the MPAA.

A former aide to Lyndon Johnson who was in the motorcade the day President Kennedy was assassinated in 1963, Valenti went from Beltway insider to Hollywood baron when he took over the MPAA in 1966.

His impact on American culture was almost immediate. Recognizing that the industry had outgrown the morality code regulating movie content since the 1930s, Valenti replaced it with a ratings system that survives today with its G, PG, PG-13 and R designations.

Valenti's ratings system "enabled the industry to give parents the information they need to make appropriate decisions for their children while at the same time eliminating the possibility of government censorship from the content of the movies," said John Fithian, who heads the National Association of Theatre Owners.

The ratings system has its critics, but Valenti always defended it as an example of democracy in action.

Without it, films might have been subject to government censorship, so it ensured freedom of expression for moviemakers, Valenti said. And, he said, the ratings designations gave fair warning to audiences about content they might prefer to skip.

"While I believe that every director, studio has the right to make the movies they want to make, everybody else has a right not to watch it," Valenti told The Associated Press shortly before his retirement in 2004. "All we do is give advance cautionary warnings and say this is what we think is in this movie."

More than anyone, this man was responsible for the entrenchment of the existing distribution system that now exists to promote major product to the exclusion of all others. He and his team used the MPAA to shore up the studios at the expense of independent producers. They did it using the cover of dopey housewives and petulant industry washouts as "reviewers" while always being overseen and manipulated by studio / industry tentacles.

Watch "This Film is Not Yet Rated" for a good look at the MPAA and its bizarre, secretive operations in the Valley.

- posted by Jim in LA

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LowerManhattanite: "Year of the Ho"



2007: Year of the Pig...er, Ho

Thanks to LowerManhattanite for this great piece!


According to those early 21st century poets--Three-Six Mafia--it's supposedly "Hard Out Here For A Pimp".

I beg to differ with these latter-day Bards. Nowadays you see, it's actually much, much harder out here for a Wingnut. But just like in the movie "Hustle & Flow", the root cause of the trouble...

Is those pesky "Hos", of course.

It kicked off with Don "But Jeezy/Cool J/Pick-a-Rapper, any rapper did It!" Imus, and his career self-immolation of calling a bunch of Black female college student/athletes he'd never met and knew nothing of--"nappy-headed hos". Rough as f*ck, but it went down just like that, and wingers rushed to the "I" (as in 'Ignorant as f*ck')-man's defense, spouting all manner of "Give me the right to call you n*gger with no consequences, or give me death--n*gger!"-speak. It hasn't gone well, with the likes of O'Reilly and Limbaugh freaking out and running scared ever since Imus' thankfully being being put down like the withered, brain-shriveled, old dog he was. Never mind their own peccadilloes (or pecca-dildoes in O'Reilly's case) of a misogynist nature--i.e Bill-O dialing 1-900-FALAFEL on those lonely nights, and Limbaugh's cheap-as-all-f*ck Caribbean Sex Tours. In the end it was a case of the worm turning. Man biting dog. So-called "Hos" delivering the pimp-slap to the gutter. "PYOOOOOOWWW!

The Score:
Hos:1, Wingers: 0


Then Michelle "Take me seriously as I flounce about spastically in a 'marital aids store'-bought Catholic schoolgirl/cheerleader costume" Malkin, in one of her rare chances to shine (but in this case, dull) in a prime time host capacity, found herself debating a one-legged man in a jumping-jack contest. Namely, --Malik Shabazz, "leader" of the "New" Black Panther Party. "New", as in "New Coke", and its relation to the quality of the original. The debate issue? The dropping of all charges against the Duke Lacrosse players. Even a loopy, frothing git like Malkin should have been able to handle this guy...an intentionally chosen "D'-level player on the charlatan board. The deck was stacked. The magnet set under the roulette wheel. Every cheat mirror in place. And then...when Malkin pulled a Hannity-esque "Are you gonna apologize for what someone else said" routine, Shabazz spazzed, saying to Malkin:

"Will you apologize for being a political prostitute for Bill O'Reilly, a white male chauvinist racist, as a woman of color?"

Malkin of course handled it perfectly. As perfectly f*cked up as she could, that is. 'Cause she spazzed and emptied her bag of tics. Eye bugs, splutters, bleats, and enough fifth-grader squinchy faces to do Nellie Olesen proud. She let her knuckle-headed, tomato-can of an opponent get lucky and land a Mike Weaver 15th round bomb upside her head. His words, harsh and mean, yet...hanging in the air on a skeleton of truth. She? Finger wagging and nyah-nyah-ing herself into a deeper pit of not-ready-for-prime-time ignominy than previously plumbed by her idiocy. A f*cking embarrassment. Which is saying an awful lot, considering who we're talking about.

Aaaaaaand the tote board says...
Hos: 2, Wingers: 0


The sordid game of "Tic-Tac-Ho" reached its diagonal "swoosh" denouement with the Friday news dump revelation of the first casualty of the "D.C. Madam's" client list. Randall Tobias, Director of Foreign Aid Programs as the State Dept. and top Condi bootlicker ('all the way to the knee, daddy...all the way to the knee') resigned Friday after his private celly number turned up repeatedly in the call records of D.C. Madam Deborah Jeane Palfrey's "Escort Service".

As the we used to say on the playground, "Oooooooooooooooooooh!"

You see, this hypocrite--around number four hundred and ninety-one on the Bush hit parade of installed, duplicitous toadies, was a champion of abstinence as the U.S. Global AIDS Coordinator. Mr. Anti-Promiscuity to the third world if you please, promoting the Bush adminstration's silly, draconian, Hercule Poirot--"Touch nothing!" message of sexual health to the planet's dusky lessers. Until that is, his number came up on the bunny ranch's speed dial. He claims um...how do you say it...

"That he never got a dinner?" No. That ain't it.

"Old Faithful never erupted?" Hmmm...too National Geographic.

"He didn't stick around for the happy ending." Yeah, yeah...that's the one I was lookin' for.

Oh...and homey's married, too. But evidently has that mega, *ss kicking sciatica that 'll drive a fella to an escort service for pain alleviation...and then switch to another escort service using "Central Americans"--you know, to foster that whole NAFTA thing I guess. Or for the tension-busting, Guatemalan Gonad Grip. Take yer cherce.

Hey, did you know that D.C.'s reknowned Four Seasons Hotel on Pennsylvania Ave. offers world-class Aromatherapy, Hot Stone, and Deep Tissue massages?

Or that the Capital Hilton's Spa, the Cap City Club and Spa offers all of the above-- including Japanese Reiki! Goddamn Japanese REI-KI, YA'LL! My wife and I actually got a day package at this place as a wedding gift for a couple we know who moved there. Fabulous establishment, we were told by the happy couple.

And of course, there's always this professional's deft touch at getting those nasty old kinks out.

Or--"ewwwwwww!"---not. :)

Bottom line is that there was a slew of perfectly legal places Tobias could have gone to get rubbed the right way, all within a mile of work. That by the way includes dear wifey with a tube of Icy Hot at the crib. But instead, brother man called the "Hos". And thus called down yet another *ss-stinking embarrassment around the Bush Admin's ears.

"Can I have the latest tally, Marion?"
It's Hos: 3, Wingers: 0
"B*tches done set them up!


What to say here? The dice rolled sevens and elevens every f*cking time it seemed for almost six years for this crew. And ever since? Snake eyes, snake eyes, SNAKE EYES, b*tches. Every day now for the GOP, it's like being the backup band for Patty Smythe... f*ckin' Scandal, dude! :) As Palfrey's turned over chunks of her D.C. freak-list to ABC for a special exclusive next week, the mind fairly reels with anticipation of who else is in the phone logs. Tobias was offered up late Friday amidst another Friday doc dump, a GOP Rep on the verge of booking up due to the Abramoff scandal, and another DOJ investigator F*cked to hell because of a conflict-of-interest bed-sh*t. What's been hilarious is how initially, the usually swarming wingnutosphere laid back--cat quiet Friday night as the news broke, and then as the sex angle swelled it to shuddering tumescence, the next day whined about the madam's partisanship, and then moaned "woe is we" about how this "ho"-riffic story's probably got legs and will hurt the GOP further.

Which begs the question; With all the gloom and doom they're oozing, has a little birdie hipped the leading meme spreaders over there to prepare for other big names to come on that list? It's an overwhelming moroseness settling over that bunch today...like a big, p*ss-drenched blanket. Instaf*ckwit of course tried feebly to Clintonize it, and then failing that, grumpily calls for the legalization of prostitution. Over one poor john's getting caught out there? Hmm. I didn't get a "Heh." outta that guy. Malkin blames the rapacious "MSM"--surprise!--and pulls phantom anti-GOP bias out of her stiff, pom-pom flailing *ss. PowerLine...issued an actual, f*cking "No comment."

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooohhhh!

All I know is Christmas has come eight months early this year with the crocuses blooming, and Santa's fat *ss is handing out gifts...all the while bellowing with a twinkle in his eye, yeah...you guessed the words...

"Ho, ho ho!

- posted by LowerManhattanite

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DrBopperTHP: "Digby - Truth's Consequences"



Once and future news star

Thanks to DrBopperTHP for this great Digby find!

Truth's Consequences

by digby

Since the Moyers show, I have been thinking of many things that happened during that intense period in 2002 and 2003 when the political and media establishment seemed to lose its collective mind (again) and took this country into an inexplicable and unnecessary war. As tristero notes below, the story is long and complicated and it will take years to put it all together, if it ever happens.

I was reminded of one episod, after the invasion, that came as big surprise to me because it came from an unexpected source. And it was one of those stories that was clearly a cautionary tale for any up and coming members of the media who valued their jobs.

On 9/11 those of us who were lucky enough not to be in Manhattan sat glued to our television sets and watched a star being born. Here's how the Wikipedia described it:

On September 11, 2001, Ashleigh Banfield was reporting from the streets of Manhattan, where she was nearly suffocated from the debris cloud from the collapsing World Trade Center. Banfield continued reporting, even as she rescued a NYPD officer, and with him, fled to safety into a streetside shop. After the initial reporting of the tragedy had ended, Banfield received a promotion, as MSNBC sent her around the world as the producer of a new program, A Region in Conflict.

A Region in Conflict was broadcast mainly from Pakistan and Afghanistan, generally considered locations unfriendly to Westerners. To report day-to-day local stories in that area of the world, she sometimes used her Canadian citizenship to provide access where Americans might not be welcome. She would read viewer e-mails on-air, sometimes without reviewing them beforehand, to avoid bias.

During the conflict in Afghanistan, Banfield interviewed Taliban prisoners, and visited a hospital in Kabul. Later entries covered her travels from Jalalabad to Kabul, as well as other experiences in Afghanistan. In Pakistan, she interviewed Father Gregory Rice, a Catholic priest in Pakistan, and an Iraqi woman aiding refugees. While in Afghanistan, Banfield darkened her blonde hair in order to be less obviously a foreigner.



I made terrible fun of Banfield. She seemed to me to be the personification of the infotainment industrial complex, a reporter better known for her stylish spectacles and blond highlights than her journalistic skills. She was their girl hero, a Jessica Lynch of TV news, constructed out of whole cloth in the marketing department of MSNBC. But I was wrong about her. It's true that she was a cable news star who was created out of the rubble of 9/11, but her reporting that day really was pretty riveting. Her stories from Afghanistan were often shallow, but no more than any of the other blow dried hunks they dispatched over there, and they were sometimes better. Still, she symbolized for me the media exploitation of 9/11 and the War on Terror Show and I was unforgiving.

But very shortly after the invasion of Iraq --- even before Codpiece Day --- Banfield delivered a speech that destroyed her career. She was instantly demoted by MSNBC and fired less than a year later.

Do you remember what she said?


Ashleigh Banfield Landon Lecture
Kansas State University
Manhattan, Kansas
April 24, 2003



...I suppose you watch enough television to know that the big TV show is over and that the war is now over essentially -- the major combat operations are over anyway, according to the Pentagon and defense officials -- but there is so much that is left behind. And I'm not just talking about the most important thing, which is, of course, the leadership of a Middle Eastern country that could possibly become an enormous foothold for American and foreign interests. But also what Americans find themselves deciding upon when it comes to news, and when it comes to coverage, and when it comes to war, and when it comes to what's appropriate and what's not appropriate any longer.

I think we all were very excited about the beginnings of this conflict in terms of what we could see for the first time on television. The embedded process, which I'll get into a little bit more in a few moments, was something that we've never experienced before, neither as reporters nor as viewers. The kinds of pictures that we were able to see from the front lines in real time on a video phone, and sometimes by a real satellite link-up, was something we'd never seen before and were witness to for the first time.

And there are all sorts of good things that come from that, and there are all sorts of terrible things that come from that. The good things are the obvious. This is one more perspective that we all got when it comes to warfare, how it's fought and how tough these soldiers are, what the conditions are like and what it really looks like when they're firing those M-16s rapidly across a river, or across a bridge, or into a building.

[...]

So for that element alone it was a wonderful new arm of access that journalists got to warfare. Perhaps not that new, because we all knew what it looked like at Vietnam and what a disaster that was for the government, but this did put us in a very, very close line of sight to the unfolding disasters.

That said, what didn't you see? You didn't see where those bullets landed. You didn't see what happened when the mortar landed. A puff of smoke is not what a mortar looks like when it explodes, believe me. There are horrors that were completely left out of this war. So was this journalism or was this coverage-? There is a grand difference between journalism and coverage, and getting access does not mean you're getting the story, it just means you're getting one more arm or leg of the story. And that's what we got, and it was a glorious, wonderful picture that had a lot of people watching and a lot of advertisers excited about cable news. But it wasn't journalism, because I'm not so sure that we in America are hesitant to do this again, to fight another war, because it looked like a glorious and courageous and so successful terrific endeavor, and we got rid oaf horrible leader: We got rid of a dictator, we got rid of a monster, but we didn't see what it took to do that.

I can't tell you how bad the civilian casualties were. I saw a couple of pictures. I saw French television pictures, I saw a few things here and there, but to truly understand what war is all about you've got to be on both sides. You've got to be a unilateral, someone who's able to cover from outside of both front lines, which, by the way, is the most dangerous way to cover a war, which is the way most of us covered Afghanistan. There were no front lines, they were all over the place. They were caves, they were mountains, they were cobbled, they were everything. But we really don't know from this latest adventure from the American military what this thing looked like and why perhaps we should never do it again. The other thing is that so many voices were silent in this war. We all know what happened to Susan Sarandon for speaking out, and her husband, and we all know that this is not the way Americans truly want to be. Free speech is a wonderful thing, it's what we fight for, but the minute it's unpalatable we fight against it for some reason.

That just seems to be a trend of late, and l am worried that it may be a reflection of what the news was and how the news coverage was coming across. This was a success, it was a charge it took only three weeks. We did wonderful things and we freed the Iraqi people, many of them by the way, who are quite thankless about this. There's got to be a reason for that. And the reason for it is because we don't have a very good image right now overseas, and a lot of Americans aren't quite sure why, given the fact that we sacrificed over a hundred soldiers to give them freedom.

[...]

All they know is that we're crusaders. All they know is that we're imperialists. All they know is that we want their oil. They don't know otherwise. And I'll tell you, a lot of the people I spoke with in Afghanistan had never heard of the Twin Towers and most of them couldn't recognize a picture of George Bush.

[...]

That will be a very interesting story to follow in the coming weeks and months, as to how this vacuum is filled and how we go about presenting a democracy to these people when -- if we give them democracy they probably will ask us to get out, which is exactly what many of them want.

[...]

As a journalist I'm often ostracized just for saying these messages, just for going on television and saying, "Here's what the leaders of Hezbullah are telling me and here's what the Lebanese are telling me and here's what the Syrians have said about Hezbullah. Here's what they have to say about the Golan Heights." Like it or lump it, don't shoot the messenger, but invariably the messenger gets shot.

We hired somebody on MSNBC recently named Michael Savage. Some of you may know his name already from his radio program. He was so taken aback by my dare to speak with Al -Aqsa Martyrs Brigade about why they do what they do, why they're prepared to sacrifice themselves for what they call a freedom fight and we call terrorism. He was so taken aback that he chose to label me as a slut on the air. And that's not all, as a porn star. And that's not all, as an accomplice to the murder of Jewish children. So these are the ramifications for simply being the messenger in the Arab world.

How can you discuss, how can you solve anything when attacks from a mere radio flak is what America hears on a regular basis, let alone at the government level? I mean, if this kind of attitude is prevailing, forget discussion, forget diplomacy, diplomacy is becoming a bad word.

[..]

When I said the war was over I kind of mean that in the sense that cards are being pulled from this famous deck now of the 55 most wanted, and they're sort of falling out of the deck as quickly as the numbers are falling off the rating chart for the cable news stations. We have plummeted into the basement in the last week. We went from millions of viewers to just a few hundred thousand in the course of a couple of days.

Did our broadcasting change? Did we get boring? Did we all a sudden lose our flair? Did we start using language that people didn't want to hear? No, I think you've just had enough. I think you've seen the story, you've' seen how it ended, it ended pretty well in most American's view; it's time to move on.

What's the next big story? Is it Laci Peterson? Because Laci Peterson got a whole lot more minutes' worth of coverage on the cable news channels in the last week than we'd have ever expected just a few days after a regime fell, like Saddam Hussein.

I don't want to suggest for a minute that we are shallow people, we Americans. At times we are, but I do think that the phenomenon of our attention deficit disorder when it comes to watching television news and watching stories and then just being finished with them, I think it might come from the saturation that you have nowadays. You cannot walk by an airport monitor, you can't walk by most televisions in offices these days, in the public, without it being on a cable news channel. And if you're not in front of a TV you're probably in front of your monitor, where there is Internet news available as well.

You have had more minutes of news on the Iraq war in just the three-week campaign than you likely ever got in the years and years of network news coverage of Vietnam. You were forced to wait for it till six o'clock every night and the likelihood that you got more than about eight minutes of coverage in that half hour show, you probably didn't get a whole lot more than that, and it was about two weeks old, some of that footage, having been shipped back. Now it's real time and it is blanketed to the extent that we could see this one arm of the advance, but not where the bullets landed.

But I think the saturation point is reached faster because you just get so much so fast, so absolutely in real time that it is time to move on. And that makes our job very difficult, because we tend to leave behind these vacuums that are left uncovered. When was the last time you saw a story about Afghanistan? It's only been a year, you know. Only since the major combat ended, you were still in Operation Anaconda in not much more than 11 or 12 months ago, and here we are not touching Afghanistan at all on cable news.

There was just a memorandum that came through saying we're closing the Kabul bureau. The Kabul bureau has only been staffed by one person for the last several months, Maria Fasal, she's Afghan and she wanted to be there, otherwise I don't think anyone would have taken that assignment. There's just been no allotment of TV minutes for Afghanistan.

And I am very concerned that the same thing is about to happen with Iraq, because we're going to have another Gary Condit, and we're going to have another Chandra Levy and we're going to have another Jon Benet, and we're going to have another Elizabeth Smart, and here we are in Laci Peterson, and these stories will dominate. They're easy to cover, they're cheap, they're fast, you don't have to send somebody overseas, you don't have to put them up in a hotel that's expensive overseas, and you don't have to set up satellite time overseas. Very cheap to cover domestic news. Domestic news is music news to directors' ears.

But is that what you need to know? Don't you need to know what our personality is overseas and what the ramifications of these campaigns are? Because we went to Iraq, according to the President, to make sure that we were going to be safe from weapons of mass destruction, that no one would attack us. Well, did everything all of a sudden change? The terror alert went down. All of a sudden everything seems to be better, but I can tell you from living over there, it's not.

[...]

There was a reporter in the New York Times a couple days ago at the Pentagon. It was a report on the ground in Iraq that the Americans were going to have four bases that they would continue to use possibly on a permanent basis inside Iraq, kind of in a star formation, the north, the south, Baghdad and out west. Nobody was able to actually say what these bases would be used for, whether it was forward operations, whether it was simple access, but it did speak volumes to the Arab world who said, "You see, we told you the Americans were coming for their imperialistic need. They needed a foothold, they needed to control something in central and west Asia to make sure that we all next door come into line."

And these reports about Syria, well, they may have been breezed over fairly quickly here, but they are ringing loud still over there. Syria's next. And then Lebanon. And look out lran.

So whether we think it's plausible or whether the government even has any designs like that, the Arabs all think it's happening and they think it's for religious purposes for the most part.

[...]


I think there were a lot of dissenting voices before this war about the horrors of war, but I'm very concerned about this three-week TV show and how it may have changed people's opinions. It was very sanitized.

It had a very brief respite from the sanitation when Terry Lloyd was killed, the ITN, and when David Bloom was killed and when Michael Kelley was killed. We all sort of sat back for a moment and realized, "God, this is ugly. This is hitting us at home now. This is hitting the noncombatants." But that went away quickly too.

This TV show that we just gave you was extraordinarily entertaining, and I really hope that the legacy that it leaves behind is not one that shows war as glorious, because there's nothing more dangerous than a democracy that thinks this is a glorious thing to do.

War is ugly and it's dangerous, and in this world the way we are discussed on the Arab street, it feeds and fuels their hatred and their desire to kill themselves to take out Americans. It's a dangerous thing to propagate.

[...]

There is another whole phenomenon that's come about from this war. Many talk about it as the Fox effect, the Fox news effect. I know everyone of you has watched it. It's not a dirty little secret. A lot of people describe Fox as having streamers and banners coming out of the television as you're watching it cover a war. But the Fox effect is very concerning to me.

I'm a journalist and I like to be able to tell the story as I see it, and I hate it when someone tells me I'm one-sided. It's the worst I can hear. Fox has taken so many viewers away from CNN and MSNBC because of their agenda and because of their targeting the market of cable news viewership, that I'm afraid there's not a really big place in cable for news. Cable is for entertainment, as it's turning out, but not news.

I'm hoping that I will have a future in news in cable, but not the way some cable news operators wrap themselves in the American flag and patriotism and go after a certain target demographic, which is very lucrative. You can already see the effects, you can already see the big hires on other networks, right wing hires to chase after this effect, and you can already see that flag waving in the corners of those cable news stations where they have exciting American music to go along with their war coverage.

Well, all of this has to do with what you've seen on Fox and its successes. So I do urge you to be very discerning as you continue to watch the development of cable news, and it is changing like lightning. Be very discerning because it behooves you like it never did before to watch with a grain of salt and to choose responsibly, and to demand what you should know.

That's it. I know that there's probably a couple questions. No one's allowed to ask about my hair color, okay? I'm kidding, if you want to ask you can. It's a pretty boring story. But I just wanted to say thank you, and let's all pray and hope in any way that you pray or hope for peace and for democracy around the world, and for more rain this summer in Manhattan. Thank you all.




She may have been hoping for a future in able news, but you can't help but feel she knew she wouldn't after delivering those remarks. (Read the whole thing at the link if you're interested in a further scathing critique of the government.)

Perhaps someone with more stature than Banfield could have gotten away with that speech and maybe it might have even been taken seriously, who knows? But the object lesson could not have been missed by any of the ambitious up and comers in the news business. If a TV journalist publicly spoke the truth anywhere about war, the news, even their competitors --- and Banfield spoke the truth in that speech --- their career was dead in the water. Even the girl hero of 9/11 (maybe especially the girl hero of 9/11) could not get away with breaking the CW code of omerta and she had to pay.

She's now a co-anchor on a Court TV show.


- posted by DrBopperTHP

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NYT: "Bandar Bush Not Reliable - Who Knew?"



Dynamic Duo, with special tucking technique

A Saudi Prince Tied to Bush Is Sounding Off-Key


Published: April 29, 2007

WASHINGTON, April 28 — No foreign diplomat has been closer or had more access to President Bush, his family and his administration than the magnetic and fabulously wealthy Prince Bandar bin Sultan of Saudi Arabia.

Prince Bandar has mentored Mr. Bush and his father through three wars and the broader campaign against terrorism, reliably delivering — sometimes in the Oval Office — his nation’s support for crucial Middle East initiatives dependent on the regional legitimacy the Saudis could bring, as well as timely warnings of Saudi regional priorities that might put it into apparent conflict with the United States. Even after his 22-year term as Saudi ambassador ended in 2005, he still seemed the insider’s insider. But now, current and former Bush administration officials are wondering if the longtime reliance on him has begun to outlive its usefulness.

Bush administration officials have been scratching their heads over steps taken by Prince Bandar’s uncle, King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia, that have surprised them by going against the American playbook, after receiving assurances to the contrary from Prince Bandar during secret trips he made to Washington.

For instance, in February, King Abdullah effectively torpedoed plans by Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice for a high-profile peace summit meeting between Prime Minister Ehud Olmert of Israel and the Palestinian president, Mahmoud Abbas, by brokering a power-sharing agreement with Mr. Abbas’s Fatah and Hamas that did not require Hamas to recognize Israel or forswear violence. The Americans had believed, after discussions with Prince Bandar, that the Saudis were on board with the strategy of isolating Hamas.

American officials also believed, again after speaking with Prince Bandar, that the Saudis might agree to direct engagement with Israel as part of a broad American plan to jump-start Israeli-Palestinian peace talks. King Abdullah countermanded that plan.

Most bitingly, during a speech before Arab heads of state in Riyadh three weeks ago, the king condemned the American invasion of Iraq as “an illegal foreign occupation.” The Bush administration, caught off guard, was infuriated, and administration officials have found Prince Bandar hard to reach since.

...

Mr. Bandar, son of one of the powerful seven sons born to the favorite wife of Saudi Arabia’s founding king, “needs to personally regroup and figure out how to put Humpty Dumpty together again,” one associate said.

Robert Jordan, a former Bush administration ambassador to Saudi Arabia, said the Saudis’ mixed signals have come at a time when King Abdullah — who has ruled the country since 1995 but became king only in 2005 after the death of his brother, Fahd — has said he does not want to go down in history as Mr. Bush’s Arab Tony Blair. “I think he feels the need as a kind of emerging leader of the Arab world right now to maintain a distance,” he said.


Toadying has its limits, clearly.


- posted by Jim in LA

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Jesse "Doc" Wendel: "My Trip to California"



Here it comes

Thanks to Jesse Wendel who's keeping us up to date on his documentary work

Dear Friends,

Some of you have asked how my trip this last weekend down to the Bay Area went. I've answered one of you personally; said answer was all garbled, as I was sleep-deprived and still not quite back to normal from the trip. So last night I took another shot at writing down what happened in shorter form, and sent that off to a good friend of mine, an activist Priest in South Tucson whom mostly works with immigrants and people coming across the desert into this country.

Here is what I sent Ricardo (with some mild edits to make it shorter.) Hopefully this will answer the questions people have.

I'd also like to publicly thank -- this email is going to a number of people -- DrBopperTHP of The News Blog -- for covering for me while I was gone. He's a wise man who listens to people deeply and his sitting in for me is appreciated. I'm also thankful to Hubris Sonic of The News Blog for being such a good friend.

Best wishes to all,
Jesse


---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Jesse Wendel
Date: Apr 24, 2007 9:46 PM
Subject: Re: Being present with Death or Paying attention
To: Ricardo

Dear Ricardo,

I wrote another friend earlier today that I am "bone weary" and thought of you as I wrote and your workload. Not drinking enough -- and Red Bull, not water, which only serves to give false energy, nothing real. Not remembering at all to breathe, and my sleep is fitful and filled with bad dreams.

My trip to the Bay Area was a mixed bag. While I did not land an Executive Producer (someone to raise money for the film) for What's Your Pattern?, my documentary, everyone -- it takes about five to ten minutes of me talking for them to fully grasp the whole concept -- just gasps and you watch their face light up. It's really the most amazing thing to see. People want desperately to have relationships which work. When they truly get lit up inside with the hope of a world in which everyone has the possibility from childhood of knowing how to make their relationships work, of being able to rebuild trust when it is damaged, of not confusing Hollywood romance with genuine intimacy and love... they come alive, they start pouring out their hopes and dreams as if someone lit a fire in their heart.

People want this movie Ricardo. People believe in the hope of relationships working. And, the woman I made the offer to Executive Produce, legitimately didn't want to spend the next year of her life raising money. No problem. When I get the prospectus done, she'll likely invest. I believe I could have raised 50k this weekend if I'd had the prospectus ready and filed with the SEC.

In the meantime, what I have to do next is raise 20k quickly -- probably most of it from myself, the balance from one or a few close friends -- so I can buy the Red Digital Cinema Camera body which is set for delivery to me in August. (I have Camera #346 reserved.) From this one step, all else follows.

The Advaita part of the weekend left me shaken up considerable. I'd thought it would be like other weekends I'd been to; nice, fun, and enjoyable. It was none of these. More like a spiritual surgery without anesthesia. Not a peak experience or any such silliness. Those are all interesting and I've had them many times; pointers along the way, but not the way itself. No, while typically these weekends are not used to do individual work in a personal development sense -- Advaita denies the very existence of an individual self -- in this case, considerable time was spent doing just that (we're not bogged down by petty inconsistencies either -- *smiles*) and I and the group leader ended up doing massive work on personal crap which has blocked the full expression of myself with people for most of my life. Painful, but probably worth it in the long run. After I finish working through it. Which will take some time and hard work.

Drove home in a daze. 900 miles.

Am so glad to be home. With my children. Really don't like being away from them. Now I can concentrate on what matters.

Whenever I find myself tired and confused, it always comes down to my having lost sight of what matters or failing to communicate.

So I communicate what is unsaid or hidden. And focus on that which is key, not simply important. When I'm focused on what is key and do complete work which is on point, I find I get my strength and energy back very quickly, especially when I'm communicating completely and not withholding. That's as close as I come to a secret anyway -- do complete work on what is key while staying in communication.

So I'll use the opportunity of the Bay Area trip to say what I'm currently about:

KEY:
20K for Red Camera body by August (I've already got roughly 13K of this)
Children: train for August 4 long bicycle ride; teach how to drive car; high school stuff
Sort out Advaita insights from weekend; less ego, more open to other's contributions

Secondary:
Prospectus for SEC, other paperwork for documentary
Blogging The News Blog
Designing new website for 501c (turn over quickly)
Do good job at work


That's it for me. Going to rest by doing silly stuff for a little bit, then go to bed and rest for work tomorrow.

Hope you're doing well.

Best always,
Jesse

- posted by Jesse "Doc" Wendel



weekends

Its always interesting on the weekends in the blogosphere nowadays. Always people resigning or getting investigated or named in an indictment. ah... and... they are ALL republicans. Oh and with all the Honduran 'Massage' stories, lets not lose site of the fact that the guy who was investigating Abramoff resigned because he was well... he was working for Abramoff, and of course by Massage i mean sex.



Neighbors


From beachmom at dailykos we hear the Riverbend is packing it in. This Baghdad blogger has been giving us a crucial glimpse into the chaotic lifestyle in Iraq filled with danger, inconvience, hyprocisy and great sadness.

Beachmom points us also to another blogger, Nabil, who is dealing with people moving in not out. Al Qaeda. So lets all clap for 'the surge', excellent results. Sadly predicitable by all concerned except for people like John McCain, Joe Lieberman, George Bush, and Dick Cheney who no more care about the Iraqi people than then do about the American people.

Now this long lonely voice will disappear into the vast group of refugees. Mission accomplished.


People want to criticize Harry Reid for his statement that the war is lost. But exactly what metric do you want to use to show that this is not lost? As a counter insurgency we have rewritten the field manual to coincide with our strategies. We are editing the news to eliminate facts. We have created reality excluded fantasy zones more bizarre than Disneyworld. The flood of refugees is too much for neighboring countries. We are conducting training for the insurgents, they're attending the U.S. military trainings in country. We are cutting benefits for our veterans. We are being bilked out of billions by global corporations and hundreds of thousands are dead. Someone please tell me what in Gods name are we winning?



Adios Mofo



Renzi could soon resign U.S. House seat


U.S. Rep. Rick Renzi, R-Ariz., could soon step down in the wake of a federal investigation into his involvement in a federal land swap deal and FBI raids of an insurance agency owned by his wife.

His resignation could come as early as Friday or soon after, according to sources familiar with the matter. Business Journal Phoenix

Republican leaders also are starting to encourage Renzi to resign, saying a prolonged investigation will hurt the party's chances of holding onto his Arizona seat, according to knowledgeable sources.

Nice characterzation of that, 'encourage' him to resign.... better than 'convince'



Neocon Thursday

It must be Neocon Thursday:

From David Broder the "dick" of the washington press corp.

The Democrats' Gonzales

By David S. Broder
Thursday, April 26, 2007; Page A29

blah blah blah blah Harry Reid blah blah blah Bill Clinton blah blah blah Harry Reid blah blah blah


What a sorry stupid old fool.

*hat tip to jprs



Fucking stupidest guy on the face of the earth


Thats what General Tommy Franks called Doug Feith former necon dark lord at the pentagon. Now, it appears that in the DOD budget of 2005 one of the largest earmarks was by Doug Feith for $90 million bucks, what for? nobody knows. Its classified. You might not have noticed that the "fucking stupidest guy on the face of the earth" was mentioned last week in the nytimes, to wit:
a spokeswoman for SAIC said the company was told to contract with Ms. Riza by an official in the office of the under secretary of defense for policy, then headed by Douglas J. Feith.

Feith resigned from the post of Undersecretary of Defense in 2005. But apparently he was taken care of people, if you know what i mean.

More here at the Project for Government Oversite

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The Dancing Fraud



Excellent screen grabs here.

And to think 30% still revere this guy!

UPDATE: oh hell, while we're at it, via Atrios:



- posted by Jim in LA

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The Raid Tour



I have been reading BAGnewsNotes.com since probably its inception. The visual analysis of news photographs is a fascinating aspect of the media war we are currently in. For you newsblog fans who dont regularly go to BAGnewsNotes.com I strongly reccommend you do. Michael Shaw the proprietor over there has provided us with an original post, enjoy.
-- Hubris Sonic update: i screwed up the order, now they are right. gomen nasai.



by Michael Shaw
BAGnewsNotes.com


For a couple years now (I'm sorry to say), I've been tracking images of U.S. soldiers conducting searches and raids in Iraq. What bothers me most about these scenes (here's one from October 17, 2005) is how they violate the Iraqi's domestic space.


I've taken heat for focusing on these types of images. "It's a war, don't you know!" "Where do you thing 'they' stash their weapons??" The thing is, if I felt that these raids were effective, or if I had seen how this cat-and-mouse business cumulatively added up to something over the years, I would have backed off.


That said, I hadn't done a "raid" search for a while. What "inspired" me last week, however, was just one more shot of our guys busting through gates, going up what appears like the same staircase, and putting heat on the same Iraqi women left to deal. ... See the NYT slideshow here (with article).


On my latest "raid tour," I turned up the two images above. If the whole Iraqi debacle wasn't so sick, I would push harder on the analogy of "the game." Still, to the extent that war -- especially an asymmetrical one -- is a match of wits, the metaphor doesn't seem off base.


In the first shot, the fact that U.S. soldiers are poking around a basketball court (which actually is America's game, right?) conveys to me the complete incongruity of us still being over there.


It's the second shot, however -- with the pool table -- that seems emblematic of our current military circumstances. These guys, the Iraqi's, with all the complexity of their factions, actions and inactions, hold down the table, while we, fully dressed for our own style of combat, sit off at the periphery, looking like aliens, because we really don't know the game.


(image 1: Bob Strong/Reuters. April 4, 2007. image 2: Master Sgt. Andy Dunaway, U.S. Air Force Photo/A.P. April 10, 2007. Both photos from Baghdad/Mansour district via YahooNews)



Melanie: "Your dinner might kill you"



Tasty

Thanks to Melanie of Bump in the Beltway for this post

Five sickened by local steaks

Claysburg meat processing plant issues recall after
illnesses of Hoss’s customers
By Mark Leberfinger, mleberfinger@altoonamirror.com

Five customers at Hoss’s Steak & Sea
House, including two people in Centre County
[Pennsylvania], were sickened by E. coli bacteria last
month, events that triggered a voluntary recall by a
Claysburg meat processing plant, federal and state
officials said late Friday.

The illnesses were linked to steak products produced
at HFX Inc., a company related to Hoss’s Steak & Sea
House, which voluntarily recalled about 260,000 pounds
of beef products because of possible contamination.
The beef was pulled off shelves after a test from
eastern Pennsylvania came back positive for E. coli.

“The bottom line is that food safety is very
important, and the well-being of our customers comes
first,” Hoss’s spokesman David Fuscus said.

The recall follows E. coli-related illnesses of five
people at Hoss’s locations in Centre, Dauphin, Venango
and York counties between March 24 and 29, state
Health Department spokesman Richard McGarvey said.

E. coli is a potentially deadly bacteria that can
cause bloody diarrhea and dehydration.

The very young, seniors and people with compromised
immune systems are the most suspectible to foodborne
illness.


How
safe is our food? Recalls raise concern about the capacity of food inspection agencies


By JULIE JETTE
The Patriot Ledger

Helena Hunt feeds her family a lot of
fresh vegetables. She does so knowing they’re
nutritious, but not always knowing if they’re safe.

‘‘I’m pretty careful about what I eat,’’ said the
Brockton mother, who was having lunch in the food
court at the South Shore Plaza in Braintree last week.
‘‘I’m very aware of (food safety) and I do take extra
steps.’’

Hunt threw out bags of spinach last year when news
came of an E. coli outbreak that killed three people,
and she washes her produce carefully. Still, she
worries.

Hunt has reason for concern, according to consumer
advocates and government watchdogs who point to the
nation’s system for inspecting food and other products
and pronounce it to be woefully inadequate.

Recalls, more than 5,000 last year, are symptoms of a
system that is overtaxed, overworked and under
staffed, those critics say.

Some of the particulars the critics point to:

- The federal Food and Drug Administration,
responsible for overseeing more than 126,000 domestic
food producers, according to one consumer group, has
fewer than 1,300 inspectors to do that job, and has
long been inadequately funded.


- posted by Melanie

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DeeLuzon: "Passing Certainty"



Responsible?

Thanks to DeeLuzon for this post

i've always had the problem, when arguing with staunch conservatives or when watching/listening to them spout off, of thinking it's an unfair fight. Liberals are always willing to concede that they might be wrong, that things could change, that they are sometimes uncertain. Conservatives are NEVER uncertain. Dick Cheney's rule was what, "5%" or something? if there were just that much of a possibility that the evildoers were going to nuke us or mail anthrax to us or rig the futures market on duct tape, then it was worth going to war. me, i'm relatively sure that i wouldn't start a war unless there were at least a passing (60 or 65%, depending on the school) certainty of massive death and destruction. but what do i know? i'll get back to this point but, first...

ok. i've had it with the fucking hypocrisy and idiocy of the analysts covering the VTech tragedy. Most specifically (right now) some guy named Jack Thompson, an attorney, presumably, who "represented Paducah shooting victim's families" who is explaining that Cho and several other murderous young men (here and abroad... GERMANY!) regularly played a violent, shoot-em-up video game called "Counter Strike". and it made them do it. it taught them how and made it possible for them to be expert rampagers on their very first tries.

Meanwhile, Olbermann's worse, worser and worsest people last night were all right-wingers who bemoaned the wussiness of all those young men (no disparagement of the self-centered young women, i noticed) who scrambled to save themselves. What do these authoritarian assholes want from us?! Do they want everyone packing concealed heat? If so, then it seems to me that this brilliant teaching tool, "Counter Strike," should be required viewing in every high school (first period, English; second period, survivalism; third period, creationism; fourth period, math; fifth period,lunch; sixth period, abstinence). Or, do we NOT want our kids playing violent video games so much that we're willing to BAN THEM? in which case won't we be upping the wuss demographic? make up your minds.

Not to mention, aren't the skills mastered by playing "Counter Strike" just the ones which our under-trained military need to adopt? In fact, doesn't the Army offer very realistic video games for free as a come-on for recruitment?!

just shut the fuck up and, instead of trying to explain EVERYTHING to EVERYBODY in the simplest possible terms, why not discuss how many things there are that we can't control, no matter how much we may want to control everything all the time. If people (let alone pundits) could understand that nothing will ever enable sane people to make sense of what happened - no matter how much they try to assign blame, even THEY won't be able to make a simple and convincing case out of this tragedy - then maybe that's the first baby step toward accepting that we can no better control much of anything else.

the vast majority of people sign on to some social compact, but there are those, like Cho, apparently, who don't. who, quite simply, don't play by ANY of the same rules. It's hard to believe since these rules are the most fundamental building blocks of social existence, so it's not difficult to understand how so many people just figured he was "very shy" or something. But, if those who are babbling on and on would just acknowledge the "mysterious ways" of reality (this is a concept that is utterly ecumenical, after all), perhaps a shudder of doubt might make its way through masses of heretofore arrogantly positive folks.

and doubt is really all i ask of anyone. doubt is healthy. doubt makes people think. i've come to understand that there's no way on earth to make anyone think what i want him/her to think (my divorce taught me that much!), but maybe there IS a chance to make folks, at the very least, think SOMETHING. anything. And, if they think about things, I'm fairly sure that many will become less certain about the things they believe. And then, we can have a fair fight.

- posted by DeeLuzon

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Withdrawal


It is time to withdraw...the contractors and mercenaries.

There are hundreds of thousands of them. They have cost the US government, meaning the US taxpayers, tens of billions of dollars. They have exacerbated the cultural and political conflict through improper behavior and improper training. They have participated in massive fraud - losing billions of dollars in government allotted contract money, extorting and cheating on critical deliveries of necessary items and supplies.

They perform (actually they DON'T!) tasks that could and should be performed by the Iraqi people; tasks that could and should be performed by the US military. The Iraqi people have the expertise, know-how, and connections to do construction, rebuilding, maintenance, and security - cheaper, more efficiently, and with a better eye for their own peoples' needs. The US military can (and up until this conflict, always has) provide meals, shelter, water, and logistical support for the troops and forward bases.

Halliburton, KBR, Bechtel, Blackwater and all the other corporate leeches getting fat off of taxpayer dollars and FAILING to deliver on the promised critical supplies and support, need to go. We do not need to keep paying them to do the job: 1) Because the job cannot be done by them, and 2) Because they have patently failed to do that job, even with billions of dollars of cash, the support of the US military, and a free hand to do as they please in Iraq, regardless of the consequences of their actions.

Let's begin the immediate drawdown of the estimated 100,000 to 150,000 private contractors in Iraq. Let congress legislate the removal of the estimated 40,000 mercenaries in Iraq. I dont think Americans should be paying for the Iraqi PM's security and certainly not at the rates Blackwater charges - Iraqis can do that.

We do not think the US taxpayer should pay for overpriced, poor quality construction projects in Iraq - Iraqis can build schools, bridges, and power plants! If we want to pay for it, we should be paying the Iraqi construction companies, not the contractors. Besides, Bechtel is the same company that completely fucked up the Big Dig in Boston - how can we expect that they would be able to complete anything in a war zone, in a foreign nation?? They have not delivered on ANY of their promises...but the profits keep rolling in.

We think calling for the withdrawal of all non-essential personnel from Iraq would be a prudent thing at this stage. Democrats in the House and Senate can point to the billions we are paying these people without oversight. It's time to take these men and women out of harms way.

Using mercenaries and outsourcing war was never a good idea. Nor was
it ever, by any stretch of the imagination, cost effective. There were only 10,000 civilian contractors used in the first gulf war. This is 10- or 20-fold increase, all at the expense of the American taxpayer, with reduced results...and one could argue exceptionally bad, negative results. Remember Fallujah? That area blew up in large part due to the actions of "contractors"...and it has been these same "contractors"
(read mercenaries) who have been at the "forefront" of cultural estrangement, shooting up houses, strong-arming the locals, and even worse, on a regular basis.

We call for the immediate withdrawal of all non essential personnel, which would mean all private contractors and mercenaries in the employ of the Bush administration.

Time to stop pouring money into the (offshore) accounts of the big multinationals; time to stop letting them run roughshod over the locals, over our soldiers, and exacerbating a conflict that they had a big hand in bungling; time to remove that particular bit of salt from the wounds. Bring those "contractors" home, save a bundle of money, remove a serious irritant, and use the savings to fully protect our troops.


HubrisSonic and RedDan

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Sponson: "A Hero's Death"



As he should be remembered

Thanks to Sponson for this post

AP obtains more investigative reports on the top brass's cover-up of Pat Tillman's friendly fire death.

Nearby on the same base, a staff sergeant was in his tent when a captain walked in and told him to burn Tillman's bloody clothing.

"He wanted me alone to burn what was in the bag to prevent security violations, leaks and rumors," the staff sergeant testified. The superior "put a lock on communications" in the tent, he testified. Other Army officers said this was probably a directive to the staff sergeant to keep the conversation to himself.

Then he left the staff sergeant to his work: placing Tillman's uniform, socks, gloves and body armor into a 55-gallon drum and burning them.


We knew before that his clothes had been burned, but Is this standard Army procedure? I have a hard time believing this, but even this report seems to leave that possibility open.

Two other sergeants who examined Tillman's vest noticed the bullet holes appeared to be from 5.56-caliber bullets - signature American ammunition. An awful realization dawned on the sergeants, whose names, like those of others who testified in the investigation, were deleted from the recently released testimony.


The redactionss won't prevent the Tillman family from finding them.

Ranger Spc. Russell Baer had witnessed Rangers shooting at Rangers. Afterward, he was directed to travel from Afghanistan to the United States with his friend Kevin Tillman. But he was ordered not to tell Pat Tillman's brother and fellow Ranger that friendly fire was the likely cause of the former football player's death.

He kept the secret, fearing he did not know the whole story. But in a personal protest, Baer later went AWOL and was demoted as punishment.

"I lost respect for the people in charge of me," Baer testified in an earlier Tillman investigation. He had gleaned "part of the puzzle" of Tillman's death, but lamented that "I couldn't tell them about it."


If anyone you know considers volunteering for George W. Bush's military, show them this article. This is what will happens to a valued celebrity recruit and hero when he dies; imagine what happens to the "nobodies."

- posted by Sponson

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Attaturk: "Anniversaries"



If the hat fits

Thanks to Attaturk for this great crosspost!

We're coming up on the Fourth Anniversary of "Mission Accomplished".

But there are, as ever in disastrous clusterfucks, other non-heroic non-heroes to commemorate as others suffer the consequence of their non-heroism.

This is approximately, the second anniversary of this:



Let us reflect on what passed for the
wisdom of Rich Lowry
at that time:

It is time to say it unequivocally: We are winning in Iraq.

If current trends continue, our counter-insurgent campaign in Iraq will be fit to be mentioned in the same breath as the British victory over a Communist insurgency in Malaysia in the 1950s, a textbook example of this form of war. Our counterinsurgency has gone through the same stages as that of the Brits five decades ago: confusion in the initial reaction to the insurgency, followed by a long period of adjustment, and finally the slow but steady erosion of the insurgency's military and political base. Even as there has been a steady diet of bad news about Iraq in the media over the last year, even as some hawks have bailed on the war in despair, even as Secretary of Defense Rumsfeld has become everyone's whipping boy, the U.S. military has been regaining the strategic upper hand.


That was Rich Lowry, who if he was paid at all, IS VASTLY OVERPAID, then.

I make no claims to even above-average intelligence. I'm just some guy in Iowa that Brian Williams sneers at. I do this blog at its actual retail value -- I let the market decide, and the market clearly hates my fucking guts. Consequently this blog makes me, literally dozens of dollars a year! Yet, I bet the loss-leader in conservative publications grosses (and I mean grosses) Rich Lowry in the low six-figures.

Yet, look at my wisdom in April 2005 in comparison:

Sadly, given their track record, a bloodier Civil War is all but guaranteed.



And what has Rich Lowry been saying lately?

ABC News on Iraq [Rich Lowry]

Here's the YouTube of that encouraging ABC report on the surge, mentioned by Jonah earlier today.

04/04 05:14 PM


And then here, we see Commandante Lowry, "General Clownsewitz" approvingly link to this from the NY Post
on March
20, 2007
about how the "surge" is working:


Another change: an emphasis on protecting of gathering places like mosques and marketplaces. "We initiated Operation Safe Markets," Petraeus said, "and have placed ordinary concrete highway barriers around the vulnerable targets." Car bombings have dropped precipitately - the limited access thwarts them.

As a result, "The marketplaces, including the book market that was targeted for an especially vicious attack, are rebuilding and doing great business.
It is helping the local economy enormously to have this kind of protection in place." With jobs plentiful and demand growing, the appeal of militia armies declines proportionally.



Normally, I'd say oops, but I think the more appropriate "why the fuck are you able to leave your bed in the morning?" works better for me.

- posted by Attaturk

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Gonna get jew!



Apparently the Welders of Zion are after Bill O'fuckingnutjob Reilly.

Seriously the video over at Crooks and Liars has to be seen to be believed. crooksandliars.com

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9 dead in single attack

Worst single US loss on the ground in a year
Some 20 troops and an Iraqi civilian were injured in the attack, which happened in the volatile province of Diyala, to the north-east of Baghdad. - bbc news link

RIP brothers....



LowerManhattanite: "Iraq...By The Numbers"



Count Cheney gleefully crunches the numbers Over There

Thanks to LowerManhattanite for this fantastic piece

"Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas." —Albert Einstein, 1935

"Math class is tough!" —Teen Talk Barbie, 1992

"You may end up with a different math, but you're entitled to your math. I'm entitled to 'THE' math." —Karl Rove, 2006


In my school-going years, I was a pretty good student. I half-studied/half-coasted my way into the National Honor Society. I could rock the sh*t outta History and Science. Language Arts? Eh...I could work that a little bit, too.

But Math. Ohhhhh, Math. Math was the deaf dominatrix who could never hear me scream the "safe" word. I could do the damn thang...but not with the efficacy I had with other subjects. I could halfway bend it to my will--up until the middle of High School, where I hit the nail-studded wall of "the crazy, elliptical, John Forbes Nash/A Beautiful Mind-y math that I was never gonna use in life, ever. Log and Trig--postulates and theorems? "Just f*cking kill me", I'd mutter heavenward in Ms. Scavone's classroom of numerical horrors. I could never get a Goddamned fire drill when I needed one, then.

Adding, subtracting, multiplication and dividing came natural, though. And through grasping those basics, I could figure percentages and do all the stuff a person really needed Math for. But I didn't enjoy it, if you know what I mean. Because Math...is immutable. I couldn't play with it. Not like Language Arts--where you can craft a two letter sentence.

So? :)

Or a sixty-word one. And history, well, the joy of history is that it's constantly being made, re-made, and re-contextualized--and can be linked by names, or era, or all manner of subjective arcana--depending on who's presenting it and why--as long as you hold to the facts. Science changes with time. Fluidly. From flat earth, to round earth--phrenology to brain scans--alchemy to nanotechnology.

But Math? Two plus two is always four. Numbers never fail. Abuse them and you will pay. Put twenty gallons of gas in a ten-gallon tank and you'll have a dangerous mess. Math don't play.

Which is why I find attempts to f*ck with it as funny as a Old Grand Dad-lubricated, presidential Segway fall. Screwing with Math makes you the Coyote--and Math, the Road Runner, and the Road Runner hasn't had sh*t happen to him yet. The Coyote? Well... um...not so much. :)

One such mathematical anvil drop-turned-anvil-rebound-to-the--grille-of-the-idiot-anvil-dropper is this misbegotten Iraq War.

You see, wars have always told fascinating, odd tales of numbers. Movies have recently brought us "300", the tale of how a force of 300 Spartans--in a force of 7000 Greeks faced down a rolling, Persian army of 300,000 and fought valiantly before eventually being mowed under. We wince at the reality of having lost 600,000 lives in our own ghastly and stupid Civil War a century and a half ago. 1200 soldiers went down in one brutal pop with the still-leaking-oil-today U.S.S. Arizona at Pearl Harbor. And I still find myself shaking my head at the Soviet loss numbers of WWII. Imagine losing every single person in New York's five boroughs--and then throw Philadelphia on top. That's how many Soviet soldiers died fighting the Nazis. 33,000 here, 70,000, there, 360,000 some f*cking place else. Eleven million in total. Rough, awful numbers.

Dare we even touch on VietNam, and the evil number-finagling of General William Westmoreland? Let's not, and say we did, shall we?

But let's go back to Iraq's numbers--and ugly numbers they are. Look past if you can for a moment at the simple U.S. forces casualty number of 3,317 dead and the hundreds of thousands of Iraqi dead. Hard as that may be, let's focus on some of the other hard numbers of this war.

25,000,000.
That's the approximate number of Iraq's population.

150,000.
That's the approximate number of U.S. forces presently in Iraq.

Now, in spite of my aversion to hard math, I do enjoy the minutiae of statistics. It's probably from the sports nut in me. But in all seriousness, some of the numericals involving Iraq are plain, old riveting. The above numbers are examples of it. A few years ago, I sat with a cousin of mine, a former (as of now) NYPD Internal Affairs Detective. It was around the time of the trial for the cops involved in the Amadou Diallo shooting, and I noticed an oddly ramped-up police presence as we rode around.
"They're getting ready for people to spazz the f*ck out, huh?", I opined.
"Total waste of time.", my cousin said ruefully. "If things really got stupid, we couldn't do a Goddamned thing to stop it. It's a show. An expensive, overtime-sucking show."

"That's kinda rough.", I said.

"It's f*cking reality. Eight million people versus 35,000 cops?", he mused. "Please. You saw what happened in L.A. LAPD couldn't do sh*t. They booked. The numbers couldn't work. And it ain't like they actually had everybody in town in the streets buggin'. You can't really police a big number like that when they wanna tear sh*t up. What's it? Ten million people over there? Say five percent get froggy and jumped--that's like...half a million people--versus 10,000 officers--maybe 6,000 on call at any given moment. 6,000 versus half a million. You see why that sh*t went down the way it did? That's why Five-O couldn't do a damn thing when stuff blew up in the 60's. Or even now. Yeah, 35,000 NYPD's gonna stop eight million people. Or let's keep it real--20-25,000 cops--real cops on peak call are gonna shut down half-a-million people out for blood. It's cosmetic. Fighting the numbers is f*cking cosmetic."

I remember my cousin's blunt realism whenever I think about the numbers in Iraq. A population of 25,000,000 against an invading force of 150,000. Baaaaaaaaad numbers on the face of it. Break it down on the straight-up and it remains awful. Say you do the hard-core, actively angry five percent of the population thing, and boil it down to...maybe 1.2 million angry-enough-to-toss-a-bomb for nationalism. That's damn-near a 10:1 ratio against the in-country U.S. forces. Then figure in the passive-aggressive portion of the populace, who while not necessarily willing to chuck a molotov, will gladly allow the angry hands-on-ers to store their weapons and war implements with them, and deploy from their homes. What's that number--maybe a few hundred thousand more? Stir in the backstabbing Iraqi forces the U.S. is "training" and you get a few thousand more...and sh*tfire, the math goes totally, f*cking Hatchet-Face on you.
It's twenty pounds of sh*t in a five pound box. Unworkable no matter how you move the numbers around. Which is why all the "Give us six months more...and then another six months...and uh-another six months, please" sh*t-talkery rings so hollow these days. Sprinkle in a boatload of benign anger at the invading force from an otherwise jaded population--an anger at third-rail sh*t like Abu Gharaib, Haditha, and various other ugly indignities of war and it becomes Algebra on crack--with a big, fat hovering unknown, an x- factor of opposition no one wants to see the sum of.

Rove's delusional, pre-election day, "math" quote bubbles up through the quick-sh*t again. "You may end up with a different math, but you're entitled to your math. I'm entitled to 'THE' math." There has been a disingenuous spinning of the Iraq numbers that smacks of Rove's "Bugs Bunny" ("One for you, one for me. Two for you, one, TWO for me...") counting method. Except it hasn't worked out all Bugs Bunny crafty. It's gone more like the previously cited Wile E. Coyote--waving a quiver-lipped goodbye as his body drops ravine-ward, dragging the rubber face shortly afterward.

Boom.

Now, back to the U.S. casualty numbers I bypassed before. Here are the post-surge figures from the last three months.
83 Deaths in January.
80 Deaths in February.
81 Deaths in March.
69 Deaths thus far in April (20 Days)
UPDATE: 85 Deaths thus far in April (23 Days)


U.S. troop deaths are up 21% since the "surge". 21% since the surge has begun. Failing upwards, people. Mission accomplished redux. Immutable f*cking math. A-gain.

Let's go a little futrther. We've had days recently--last week actually, where a couple hundred Iraqis have been blown to smithereens since the vaunted security crackdown.

Some days thankfully, we get lucky and only 56 are exploded into molecular nothingness.
But on the whole--especially of late--the numbers, like the upswing to 1861 civilian deaths last month simply stink...on f*cking ice.

25,000,000 Iraqis.
150,000 troops.
150-180 attacks per day on coalition forces.
3317 American Troops Dead. As of 4/20/07. This figure will change. Only upwards.
The same for hundreds of thousands of dead Iraqis.
Countless mathematical Friedman Units having come and gone. Come and f*cking gone.
Fourteen hundred and forty nine (1449!) days since the declaration of "Mission Accomplished", and the claim of the end of major combat operations in Iraq.

Move a decimal, slide a comma over. Accommodate the ugly, new sums. Publicly, they obfuscate. Politically, they masturbate. And in quiet...on fingers and toes, flag-draped casket, after flag-draped casket...they tabulate.

Because as I said before, "Math...is immutable. You can't play with it."

But you can use it in art. You can measure a canvas. Figure up the ingredient proportions of papier maché. Suss out vanishing points and perspective using basic geometry.

Or...you can use it in music. Quarter notes. Eighth notes. Hey! A double-flatted seventh chord! And then of course...there's always lyrics.

"And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die."

Country Joe & The Fish--circa Spring 1967


Son of a bitch--willya look at that? Almost forty years to the month.

Funny how math works...ain't it?

- posted by LowerManhattanite

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Sisyphus Shrugged: "Do it for the chocolate"



Delectably endangered

Thanks to Sisyphus Shrugged for this HIGHLY IMPORTANT POST!

OK, people, this is serious stuff. Chocolate is in danger.

The FDA is entertaining a "citizen's petition" to allow manufacturers to substitute vegetable fats and oils for cocoa butter.

The "citizens" who created this petition represent groups that would benefit most from this degradation of the current standards. They are the Chocolate Manufacturers Assn., the Grocery Manufacturers Assn., the Snack Food Assn. and the National Cattlemen's Beef Assn. (OK, I'm not sure what's in it for them), along with seven other food producing associations.

...


I'd say we've already demonstrated our preference for true chocolate. That's why real chocolate outsells fake chocolate. Nine of the 10 bestselling U.S. chocolate candies are made with the real stuff. M&Ms, Hershey Bars, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups - all real chocolate. Butterfinger is the outlier.

Granted, a change to the "food standards of identity" won't require makers to remove some or all of the cocoa butter, it would just allow them to. But really, why else would they ask?


Actual citizens should really comment on this, don't you think?

But as long as they're asking, the FDA does have a way for other citizens to voice their expectations. It's buried deep in its website. Until April 25, the agency is accepting comments - by fax, mail or online - on a docket with the benign-sounding name of "2007P-0085: Adopt Regulations of General Applicability to All Food Standards that Would Permit, Within Stated Boundaries, Deviations from the Requirements of the Individual Food Standards of Identity."


Instructions for commenting on proposed FDA regulations are here. The public comment period ends in three days.

Do it for the chocolate.

- posted by Sisyphus Shrugged

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Seitan Worshipper: "Killer's family breaks silence"



Tough guy


Thanks to Seitan Worshipper for this find


I've been wondering all week, "Where the hell is the family? What's
their story?" Now they speak up:


BLACKSBURG, Va. - The family of Virginia Tech gunman Seung-Hui Cho
told The Associated Press on Friday that they feel "hopeless,
helpless and lost," and "never could have envisioned that he was
capable of so much violence." "He has made the world weep. We are
living a nightmare," said a statement issued by Cho's sister, Sun-
Kyung Cho, on the family's behalf
...

This, however, jumped out at me:

"Our family is so very sorry for my brother's unspeakable actions. It
is a terrible tragedy for all of us," said Sun-Kyung Cho, a 2004
Princeton University graduate who works as a contractor for a State
Department office that oversees American aid for Iraq.


So, was Monday's horror planned somehow by elements of this Worst
Administration Ever (put yer tinfoil hats on), or was the tidbit
above just an unfortunate coincidence?

...
The family's whereabouts are unclear. But authorities said they are
under law enforcement protection.

The statement was issued during a statewide day of mourning for the
victims. Silence fell across the Virginia Tech campus at noon and
bells tolled in churches nationwide in memory of the victims.

"We are humbled by this darkness. We feel hopeless, helpless and
lost. This is someone that I grew up with and loved. Now I feel like
I didn't know this person," Cho's sister said. "We have always been a
close, peaceful and loving family. My brother was quiet and reserved,
yet struggled to fit in. We never could have envisioned that he was
capable of so much violence."

She said her family will cooperate fully with investigators and "do
whatever we can to help authorities understand why these senseless
acts happened. We have many unanswered questions as well."

Wendy Adams, whose niece, Leslie Sherman, was killed in the massacre,
said of the family's statement: "I'm not so generous to be able to
forgive him for what he did. But I do feel for the family. I do feel
sorry for them."

"I do believe they're living a nightmare," she added.

- posted by Seitan Worshipper

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Tom Watson: "Kurt Vonnegut’s Greatest Generation"



We'll miss you, Kurt


Thanks to Tom Watson for this cross-post

Kurt Vonnegut proposed an alternative version of World War II glory, a writhing and brutal portrait of internal turmoil and loss and madness that manifested its horror in a seemingly charming and picaresque line: foot-soldier Billy Pilgrim had become “unstuck in time.”

Slaughterhouse-Five belongs to the rarified antiwar prose of the post-war writing generation that includes Joseph Heller and Norman Mailer, the brand of story-telling that went beyond the “war is hell - but damn, it’s a great story” method of pulp fiction and John Wayne. He wrote about inner damage in the guise of science fiction and fantasy; Vonnegut created a terrifying alternative universe created on the ruins of still-living souls who had witnessed first-hand the worst men can do to other men.

But damn, if it wasn’t accessible to a 14-year-old. The combination of humour, and sex, and sci-fi, and words put Slaughterhouse-Five on every adolescent reading list my generation; it didn’t have to be assigned - it was sought out.

When news Vonnegut’s death broke early this morning, I immediately remembered that period of discovery - of revelation - that reading Slaughterhouse-Five and the canon of Vonnegut novels brought on. Those precious, quiet moments alone with the words and the realization that freedom of thought was entirely real, and that some people explored that freedom to the fullest.

Lance Mannion said this morning that he’s working hard to “write something fitting about the man whose books fell into the wrong hands one day.” It’s an apt description: Vonnegut was a best-selling author whose work was “adult” for its day. It was part of the charm, part of the lure. But then we were smacked over the head with Dresden and a chapter of the “Last Good War” saga that we didn’t know.

Vonnegut was a minor character in his own books because he’d lived through what he wanted to write about; he also wanted the reader to know who was God in Dresden, on Tralfamador, and back in Troy, New York. He. Kurt Vonnegut. The author, deus ex machina. In Vonnegut’s universe, there is no free will because he controls all movement. Being unstuck in time is Vonnegut’s wink at the author’s own power, but it’s also a shot at religious order. As one of his Tralfamadorian zoo-keepers drolly lets on: “I’ve visited thirty-one inhabited planets in the universe… Only on Earth is there any talk of free will.”

The absurdity of life fascinated Vonnegut, but it sure shocked a generation of young readers. Vonnegut - coming as his fame did as the 60s came to their bloody end - is directly responsible for the seething uncertainty and cynicism that inhabits the readers of my generation. We doubt, we scoff, we see corruption everywhere. If we’re optimists (and I am) we’re cynical optimists. We enjoy absurdity.

Vonnegut’s own shock came from the war; its explosion set him on his path. He discovered death and took it on (this too, made its mark on my generation). As Brendan Tween wrote this morning:

Vonnegut never pitched Death as a villain in his work, but more as a relief or a last resort. His characters longed for it, loathed it and fought it, yet accepted it as a reasonable and sensible conclusion once all other avenues had failed.


The incident that changed Vonnegut’s life and sent him on his path is well-known, but worth recounting briefly (with help from Wikipedia). As an advance scout with the U.S. 106th Infantry Division during the Battle of the Bulge, Vonnegut was cut off from his battalion and wandered alone behind enemy lines for several days until captured by German troops and put to work in Dresden, as it was targeted by the Allies for descruction.

Vonnegut was one of just seven American prisoners of war in Dresden to survive, in an underground meatpacking cellar known as Slaughterhouse Five. “Utter destruction,” he recalled. “Carnage unfathomable.” The Nazis put him to work gathering bodies for mass burial, Vonnegut explains. “But there were too many corpses to bury. So instead the Nazis sent in guys with flamethrowers. All these civilians’ remains were burned to ashes.”

To the end, that vision of human apocalypse haunted Kurt Vonnegut. Last August, he applied that vision to the global environmental crisis in a ghostly Rolling Stone interview - but there was little humor (and no sign of the attractive Montana Wildhack):

What’s going to happen is, very soon, we’re going to run out of petroleum, and everything depends on petroleum. And there go the school buses. There go the fire engines. The food trucks will come to a halt. This is the end of the world. We’ve become far too dependent on hydrocarbons, and it’s going to suddenly dry up. You talk about the gluttonous Roaring Twenties. That was nothing. We’re crazy, going crazy, about petroleum. It’s a drug like crack cocaine. Of course, the lunatic fringe of Christianity is welcoming the end of the world as the rapture. So I’m Jeremiah. It’s going to have to stop. I’m sorry.”


- posted by Tom Watson

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Go Go!

Since we are talking about Big Cities, Disruptions, Oversized things, Japan and HFCS.

a tip o' the beret to drifty...

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Christofascists Disrupt Theater Performance in Boston


Not the way to make friends and influence people

Jen here. For those of you not familiar with the work of Mike Daisey, he's a wonderful monologuist and the author of "21 Dog Years: Doing time at Amazon.com." He's also a helluva nice guy and was a tangential but a very welcome part of the New York New Media scene back in the Netslaves days.

This past Thursday, some Christian group decided that they didn't like Mr. Daisey's language and content in his latest piece, Invincible Summer. So, they stormed the stage and destroyed his only working copy of the notes for that night's performace, and walked out without saying a word.

There's no doubt that this was planned--it was a sold out show and over 80 ChristoZombies attended.

Other than thanking these retards for giving him material for his next monologue and book (and no doubt shitloads of free publicity--he's already been on TV a few times (search Mike Daisey on YouTube)--I think he's re-opened the dialogue on the place of religion in public policy discourse in his own way, especially its role in "liberal" cities like Boston.

When it all boils down, a lot of "public policy" on tolerance in the US and on college campuses isn't about keeping angry mobs from burning down the houses of worship of unpopular minorities--it's about allowing a certain degree of intolerance by verbal minorities to be enshrined in public policy. Lip service to creationism, restrictions on sex education and contraception access, and blue laws of all stripes are all sleeping Nosferatus with spikes in their hearts, rumbling in the shallow grave of America's Puritan past.

In the particular case at hand, one of the Nosferatu-infected rats gnawed its way out of the coffin and jumped up into the horrified view onto the dinner table of the genteel academically tolerant who were suddenly forced to see what they were really "defending."

What do I mean like this? Well, after 9/11 and the Danish Cartoon Fiasco I asked where the moderate Muslim groups were; where was the outcry. Now I ask: What does the Harvard Campus Crusade for Christ have to say about this? Local Catholic League? Any on-campus, tuition-and-tax-dollar funded group that in its spare time in between "cleansing souls" is busy bombing clinics, bashing gays, and censoring what we read and see? No? How about the regular Priest/Pastor on the street; the leaders of moderate congregations, the vast majority of churchgoers? Last time I checked, Boston had a few churches of various stripes up there. Will this be on anyone's sermon sheet today?

I don't expect much feedback from these folks. Why not? Because for the fundies and clinic bombers, these six-fingered split-palette drooling raving demented freaks are the MONEYMAKERS, just like the geeks at a travelling carnival. They are the ones who get donations (and the gibbering footsoliders that collect them) that make it back into the "mainstream" sides of religious institutions--you know, the nice polite, scrubbed folks who do polite little canned speeches at Earth Day celebrations, Yom Hashoa memorial services, and so forth.

(Side note: This is why I only donate items or service to my local shul, NOT money. The shul school needs software, I get a list and order it for them. They need a computer set up, I do it. I NEVER give ANY money unless it's for a direct and immediate material thing (ie Seder meal for myself) because I don't believe in sending my money, no questions asked, to Israel or to ANY radical religious group, even my own. I encourage all people who identify with ANY faith to do the same.)

So far, no news on what particular ChristoFascist group was responsible, or if charges can or will be pressed. However, I can't help but wonder what the result would be if 80 performance artists all attended a Church service, and got up in the middle of Mass and destroyed the alter as a sort of performance art.

I encourage everyone to go see Mike's show if you can, and if not, buy his book and/or throw him a few bucks, just by way of moral support.

And to the people who did this: Please take your stupid, inbred, repressed selves the fuck out of any city that has at least one institution of higher learning-the grown-ups are trying to talk.

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Sumo Size me



I remember when i first came to Japan 10 years ago. If you wanted sliced bread you had to go to the Suppa (supermarket) for it. The konbini (convenience store) only had onigiri, rice basically with some fish crammed inside. Its very, very different now. Slowly over the last decade i have watched the diet change here. Currently row after row of every convenience store and many of the rows of the supermarket are packed with melon bread, choco-cro (chocolate crossiant), and tons of other carbs. Its impact is noticeable, in the bodies of the Japanese. It was extremely unusual to see a 'fat' Japanese person 5, 6 years ago. Now, though still rare, its a daily occurrence. The woman have.. well... lets say attributes. This has concerned me as I have listened to and watched! Americans grow to immense size. and I mean immense. All thanks to our friend High Fructose Corn Syrup, which is now in EVERYTHING. Its also now a major part of young peoples daily diet here. Its shocking how quickly this, what used to be a very healthy diet, has completely been usurped. Corn syrup is bad stuff and needs to be reduced in everyones daily diet. Diabetes here has skyrocketed and there seems to be no end of the stuff being pushed on people in the markets and of course Mickey D's is getting into it with some gusto by offering a 'Mega Mac' burger. It seems this change is a particularly bad idea for Asians as they seem to more rapidly get type 2 diabetes and become obese.

UPDATE: (links from the thread, by the littlest gator)

Thanks for this post... It hits on a number of things we should think about- Americans in America, Folks living in japan, humans in general.

The HFCS warning is worth heading- it is highly transportable, cheap and profitable and make no mistake that these are the major reasons it is spreading like wildfire (Americans have been making more corn and corn related products than we could healthily consume for more than 200 years.

http://www.radioactive-banana.com/blog/2006/05/11/corn-the-weapon-of-the-industrial-hegemony/

Also the Burger part- the MEGA MAC in japan is a sign of another trend--- Portion Distortion. which is another bad business.

http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2005-06-21-portion-usat_x.htm

The rant about ranting about "refined" stuff and corp. stuff is just silly, We SHOULD rant about it- it has been going on in American since the late 1800's- companies changing our diet, fundamentally- for profit. If you want to read more about the campaign to make refined sugar and flour POPULAR- and brown sugar and whole wheat unpopular- Read this book--- it is wonderful.

http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-9781573228534-6

I have been reading and writing about food and working in the industry for years- and the big bad- is that people are unaware and don't care to be aware about what they eat. They just don't want to think about it most of the time. Carbs are fine in moderation- like with anything else, but people don't make deliberate decisions. And so process-food-corp-USA makes those decisions for you, and now those same problems are occurring more and more around the world.

PS. the other flip bad juju in Japan right now, is with the rise of obesity, there is a rise of reactive eating disorders among young women. The diet is changing but the expectation of slim Asian body types is stronger than every- so the kids are eating bad but expecting to still look healthy!

http://app1.chinadaily.com.cn/star/2001/0628/fe20-1.html

tlg

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LowerManhattanite: "The infinite bravery of the basement-dwelling, cheeto-dusted, internet tough-guy's mind"



Shhhhh! Don't wake him! He's kicking
major super-villain *ss in his sleep


Another major effort by LowerManhattanite, for which we are all the better!

Hello.

My name is LowerManhattanite.

I have a wingnut, Rush-bot, GOP talking point-spewing younger brother.

(Crowd assembled in small conference room:)

"Hello, LowerManhattanite!"

My brother's back in town. Navy MCPO (Master Chief Petty Officer). Twenty-five years in. Always a contrarian, he's opted out of the family's progressive bent, and totally swallowed the wingnut bait...and the hook...about oh...four feet of line, the sinker and maybe...close to a foot of the fishing pole the GOP waggles out there at impressionable, young servicemen. He went for it--all the way. Proudly.

But he's back in town from the Gulf. Been back a while. We don't talk so much these days as his freeperism has alienated him from much of the family, save from my mom--bless her heart. I did see him Tuesday though, as our love of baseball is the one main thing that keeps us civil when we do talk. I'd gotten a couple of tickets to that night's Yankee game and couldn't go myself. So, I met him to pass the tix along. We linked up at 59th St. and Lex. And I gave him a huge hug--welcoming him home and being just generally thankful he was safe--as he'd been deployed to the volatile Persian Gulf repeatedly in the last two years.

As we embraced, I could hear the crumple of my face pressing into his nylon hoodie, and the muffled sound of bustling traffic. The cilp-clop of expensive shoes clattering past...and a New York Post barker hawing the day's tabloid wares. As we ended the embrace, we talked for a minute or two--passing the tickets, and schmoozing baseball. Eventually though, the paper-hawker's grating tone kind of...overwhelmed every nearby sound--including our attempted conversation.

The headline on the paper he was so annoyingly hard-selling, read: "30 Kids Shot Dead".

My brother looked over at the pile of papers and muttered, "Crazy f*ck. I hope nobody I know got hurt." I'd forgotten that he lived down there for years--a decade in fact--and could probably know particulars involved.

"How does a crazy f*ck like that get a gun?", he opined out loud.

Which kind of startled me, as he was to my knowledge, quite the second amendment absolutist. A borderline gun nut.

"Well...they're saying he bought it legally.", I said.

'Yeah...well..." he replied, "...you know what? Everybody that wants a gun shouldn't be able to get a gun. I think we see that. now."

I was kind of flabbergasted. I assiduously avoid political discussion with him because of his views, but here he was--opening the door to it--and taking, yeah...a contrarian tack to what he normally would.

"Eh...whattaya gonna do?", I said trying to move past the potential minefield with him. "I mean, he passed the background check, so..."

With a flat, even tone, he said, "I've been around weapons for the last 25 years. Bombs. Nukes. Missiles. Torpedoes. And a sh*tload of guns. Been around thousands of dudes with guns."

"And I wouldn't trust half of 'em with a gun beyond a war situation. And barely there. Stupid, crazy f*cks. And these are military people! They're scary. They walk around--these crazy military people I know...and they got gun licenses! Now you got "Joe Blow Crazies" walking around, regular people--but crazy--who can just walk into a place and get a f*cking gun--and do God knows what--sh*t like this!

I was a little taken aback--as this was my wingnutty brother. Who a few years ago would regurgitate Rush's latest screed verbatim to me--and talk of nuttiness like Iraqi WMDs hidden in "underground lakes" near Karbala (I sh*t you not). I've heard him go off on gun control many a time before, citing numerous times how this scenario and that one would have been different if "somebody there had a gun to handle that sh*t". And now he was...well, practically talking about some tighter laws on selling guns. Gingerly, I asked him as much--fearing a hard rightward rhetorical veer home for him afterward.

"I have no problem making a mother-f*cker wait a coupla' weeks. Or a month."

I was to say the least, stunned. I didn't know what to say. I just kind of blinked a few times, trying to find a decorous way to say "What the f*ck happened to you?"

"Everybody can't have a gun.", he reiterated. "If you knew how many sailors get in trouble off-base with guns at home. Dudes licensed to carry. Domestic sh*t. Threatening neighbors. Dumb sh*t. We're always de-fusing sh*t involving guns. And these are military mother-f*ckers--trained. You know I got a marksmanship medal, right?"

I nodded as I remembered that as one of his first medals he proudly sent us pictures of two decades before.

"We all handle guns. If you're active, you have to. And after 9-11, you can't help but wanna touch your gun once a week. I serve with too many *ssholes you'd call crazy. Crazy *ssholes with guns. Now, you got Joe Blow Crazy, who ain't even gonna get the training my crazies do, and he can take his psycho-*ss into a gun shop and walk out, same day with a piece? F*ck that. Make 'im wait. Check 'im close. Real close. And if anything comes up after a month--f*ck him. No gun for you.".

He ended his little rant saying, "Crazy and dangerous trumps the second amendment...every day of the week."

"Well..." I said. "That's true." This was the first time we'd agreed on a third-rail political subject like this...in over twenty years.

So, as to not f*ck up that strange, but magical moment--I figured I'd steer the discussion toward other things we could agree on--factual shared history--in this case, instances where he and I had encountered gunplay that could've gone Virginia Tech bad. As New Yorkers growing up in the seventies and eighties, when gun crime was freakishly common, we'd seen more than our share together. We recounted the time we were at a club on Merrick Blvd. celebrating a local girl's birthday, when a disgruntled cat who was barred entry due to his attire suddenly started blazing away--"pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap!"--with a small automatic. My brother, sister, two friends from the neighborhood, and the girl I'd just met on the dance floor, hit the wall, and booked like fiends down a hallway, past a bathroom and through the blazing hot kitchen, upsetting trays of buffalo wings as we skidded on the flour-covered floor, and then--out the side door and down the block. Hauling *ss to the cars without looking back at the shrieks and cacophony of concrete-slapping feet behind us. Thankfully, there were only a few graze wounds to patrons--but I'll never forget the way we all wound up sitting, trembling in lawn chairs in the back yard that night, recounting the sudden potential for death. My brother reminded me of the girl I'd been dancing with, sitting there silently for awhile, sipping a ginger ale we'd grabbed from the fridge.

"That was crazy.", she said. "Um...what was your name again?"

We had a laugh about that one.

We didn't laugh about the next anecdote, which he brought up.

It was at a house party--about a hundred people strong in Laurelton--it was an engagement party/barbecue/celebration for childhood friends who were getting hitched. One partygoer, K____, whipped up a toxic as f*ck, alcoholic concoction he called "Ding-Dong-Dilly". Imagine a half-gallon of Long Island Iced Tea--on steroids. This stuff was brownish and viscous, as it contained the better part of maybe 10-to-15 different alcoholic spirits mixed together. He'd made it as a goof--a nutty joke drink for people to sip and either gag on, or get immediately buzzed and silly on. But one friend from around the way, an idiot macho nut, decided to prove how much of a man he was by guzzling down half of it in one pop. A friend came downstairs from where the idiot quaffing was happening, laughing "Yo, S_____ f*ckin' drank half of that sh*t-water K___ mixed up. He's buggin' up there right now."

And we could hear him stumbling around up there. Bumping walls and furniture around in what sounded like a blind stupor.

About two minutes later, we were dancing around to Eric B. and Rakim's "I Know You Got Soul", when a loud crash came from the upstairs, and several people came rushing down the stairs like madmen.

"Call the police! S_____'s got a gun!"

And at that moment, S_____ appeared on the steps, waving the owner of the house's gun (a transit cop) around, screaming unintelligibly about his "brother" (He didn't have one. Yikes!). Again, I grabbed family--my sisters and a brother and pushed them towards the back door where a few people were running out--at least those who weren't climbing out the kitchen window and tumbling pell-mell onto the patio and then around the side of the house and away. We hid in the bushes in the yard when I realized my brother, the Navy man, was still in the house--and I freaked out--because I'd heard no shots, and figured S_____ was just holding the assembled hostage or something, in his drink-fueled. psychotic gunplay.

So I shushed my siblings and told them to stay deep in the bushes--and to run like hell if they heard shots, as I crept back to the side of the house to peer into a window and see what was going on. As I neared the window, I heard what sounded like somebody getting the sh*t beaten outta them, and figured S_____ was pistol whipping someone. So, with the sound of my blood pounding in my temples, I quickly got to the window to see just what was happening.

And there I saw, my brother sitting on S_____'s back, handing the gun to a fellow partygoer, while screaming "What the f*ck is your problem, S_____! You could've killed somebody!". The dining room table was upended. The place reeked of alcohol, as the table holding that had been upset as well, and there was a large hole in the drywall under the staircase where S_____ lay with my brother atop him. What had happened?

Turns out, as I came back inside, the story unfolded. A few people were kinda trapped under the steps as S_____ made his whacked-out way down. My brother was one of 'em. And as S_____ staggered by them waving the piece around, my brother hit him on the arm with a bottle from the drink table, while another guy tackled him low, putting the hole in the wall from the impact and knocking over all the alcohol. The "beating" I heard was the two of them bashing S_____'s hand on the wooden floor repeatedly to make him release the gun--which he did eventually--right about the time I'd gotten to the window.

We were able to laugh about it then, maybe to blunt the overweening sense that we'd all dodged something awful that night. But my brother and I didn't laugh yesterday when we recounted it.

"What the f*ck was I thinking?", he said. "He could've killed me. Hitting him with a bottle of Champagne like a f*cking battleship."

"But you got him.", I said.

"I was young. And stupid. And a little drunk myself. It was stupid.", he said ruefully. "I used to think about it sometimes. What if I missed? Or if he saw me and suddenly swung that gat around. You don't f*ck with a psycho with a gun. Even in the Navy. You know what we do on the ship if somebody bugs out with a weapon?"

I shook my head "no."

"You secure your station and get the f*ck off the boat. Get your people off the boat. That's if you're in port. Under weigh, there's a different 'protocol'. But even then, you don't play that Jack Bauer/Die Hard sh*t. Unless they're real slow, or you're real close. Still stupid. Psychos with guns. Don't f*ck with 'em."

We parted ways a little after that. Him to the stadium with a cousin, and me on to a meeting. I thought about our brushes with near-massacres. I thought about his odd shift on the gun issue. Thought about all kinds of sh*t that night, until I got home and hit the interwebs...and came up stinking as if I'd crawled through a dumpster full of discarded chit-lins from my visits to wingnut sites, post-the VA-Tech shooting. There was the reflexive "more guns woulda got fewer people killed" bleats from the likes of a certain dirty-overalled perfesser, and a mis-located Johnny Reb wannabe. I don't link to snuff films and I won't link to them. Sniff the air and where you catch the stink of moldering carrion, you can find their prattlings.

But worse yet, these inane, Jack-sh*t-Bauers were but the tip of a iceberg of frozen, crazyf*ck piss. The talking-point whores for hire who stroll "The Corner" took things to their usual syphillitically insane extreme. These clowns actually opted to take the poor victims to task for not rushing a two-gunned nut with enough ammo to take down a hundred people. Took them to task--for not being faster than bullets. For a lack of bravery in the face of a fusillade of automatic gunfire--hurled by raw, naked crazy. Here's a taste. And kids...get the ipe-f*cking-cac.

"As NRO's designated chickenhawk, let me be the one to ask: Where was the spirit of self-defense here? Setting aside the ludicrous campus ban on licensed conceals, why didn't anyone rush the guy? It's not like this was Rambo, hosing the place down with automatic weapons. He had two handguns for goodness' sake—one of them reportedly a .22.

At the very least, count the shots and jump him reloading or changing hands. Better yet, just jump him. Handguns aren't very accurate, even at close range. I shoot mine all the time at the range, and I still can't hit squat. I doubt this guy was any better than I am. And even if hit, a .22 needs to find something important to do real damage—your chances aren't bad.

Yes, yes, I know it's easy to say these things: but didn't the heroes of Flight 93 teach us anything? As the cliche goes—and like most cliches. It's true—none of us knows what he'd do in a dire situation like that. I hope, however, that if I thought I was going to die anyway, I'd at least take a run at the guy"--Derbyshire
_____________________________


I haven’t weighed in yet on Virginia Tech — mainly because, in a saner world, it would not be the kind of incident one needed to have a partisan opinion on. But I was giving a couple of speeches in Minnesota yesterday and I was asked about it and found myself more and more disturbed by the tone of the coverage. I’m not sure I’m ready to go the full Derb but I think he’s closer to the reality of the situation than most. On Monday night, Geraldo was all over Fox News saying we have to accept that, in this horrible world we live in, our “children” need to be “protected. Point one: They’re not “children.” The students at Virginia Tech were grown women and — if you’ll forgive the expression — men." --Steyn


Yeah...our brave "Sir Robins" got the *sshole bus there...all the way to the last f*cking stop--happily...and with no money for fares home. These utter cowards, who a shooter would have to fire through a wall of sh*t and 'cross an ocean of piss to kill, have the gall to criticize the poor targets for not concocting fantastic, Neo/Matrix, bullet-time counter-attack ballets, and failing that--then question the relative masculinity and maturity of the victims. Even Michelle "I run from tough questioners and people who retaliate in-kind to my creepy postings" Malkin hopped aboard this square-wheeled bandwagon of runny bullsh*t. The screeching twit did so, using the students' deaths as a stalking horse for a screed against an effete focus on education in school (!), instead of classmates sitting there as pistol-packin', two-fisted, steel-coiled "John Does" at the ready at all times to whoop *ss on a dime.

Kids. Some of 'em just outta high school. Some not old enough to drink.

Think on that for a second. This group of braggodicious loudmouths--full of bluster, and slam-bang, Mickey Spillane-ish rhetoric via dead trees and the bits and bytes of their cyber-battlefields--while exhibiting in actual practice, all the physical courage of Don Knotts' Barney Fife at a Crips convention, would dare...would f*cking dare...to call out a bunch of young people--facing bullet-after-death-dealing-bullet from automatic weapons fired by a maniac.

"Shoulda shot 'em." "Shoulda tackled 'em." "Shoulda stood up and been big 'ol d*ck-swingin' manly men instead of education-obsessed, p*ssified snobs." "Ah-rooooooooo-aaaah!"

Look upon it...in all its majesty, people. The infinite bravery of the basement-dwelling, cheeto-dusted, internet tough-guy's mind. Beautiful thing, isn't it?

It's dipped that low for these "Last Inaction Heroes". They've pushed our fighting forces into the teeth of a grinding, senseless war, and then bitched when the blood spattered their cuffs. Talked tough on ripping the fingernails out of people we've captured to get bogus intel, then called our "good guys" p*ssies when they found themselves on the soppy end of waterboarding. So this new, beneath a maggot's heel nadir should be no surprise. And yet? We're like CSI cops. jaded from seeing all manner of death--until the day we see something new--like a guy strangled with his own intestines. And then we blink back the shock of the sick, new twist on something old as time. Be it death. Or be it rank cowardice and hypocrisy, there's always the opportunity to surprise, I guess.

Color sane folk momentarily slack-jawed with awe over this one.

But you don't have to have been face-to-face with uncaring nuts with guns like I, or many others have. Use your brain like these unfeeling, unthinking losers opted not to. Imagine facing down a hail of automatic gunfire from two weapons. Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop! Only faster. And echoing.The loud blasts echoing in your head, as you see people falling all around you--because in real life, people when hit by bullets tend to fall like stones, and not stagger around with gritted-teeth heroism like John Wayne in the third reel of a western. There's blood everywhere. People rushing to aid friends. Screams. Of confusion, pain and soul-burning fear. Screams. The shooting claims victims instantly. .22 caliber shells bounce around in people, tearing up tissue, bone and everything. The 9mm ones just blast through you--and hit the poor f*ck behind you too. The shooting seems to never stop. Chewing through doors. Shattering glass. Soft human flesh. And when it does stop for the few seconds it takes to drop spent clips and ratchet in fresh, metallic death, there's shock. People frozen as they take in the grisly tableau rendered by a splatter-painting lunatic. Others perhaps thanking God the carnage is at last, over. And then--f*ck!--it starts... all over again.

"Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop! Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop!" And so on.

Taking that sensory description into account, repeat in your head, the idiocy of the aforementioned internet "tough guys", and tell me you don't wish you had a time machine, so you could send them to...say, the Tate and LaBianca homes, circa August of '69--just for f*cking kicks.

Yeah, it's rough justice. But that's the price of screaming misanthropy, disrespect for the dead, and hatred for your fellow man's not living out your egomaniacal death fantasies. Tough sh*t, bully-boys.

And that's where it stands, folks. What's the old saying? "A fish rots from the head down?" Start with the standard-bearer--a known-cowardly President play-acting the warrior for self-aggrandizement and fawning cameras. His right-hand ducks duty's call five times, but questions the heart of anyone who challenges his sending others into a joke war's deathly maw. A craven crew of elected enablers of the same insane war--combat cowards in life, Rambo in mind and speech against those who question their fecklessness. Filtering down at last, to a soft-handed pundit class for whom no one is as tough as they--the wielders of the mighty cyber-fist.

A fist comprised of four oh-so-mighty fingers: Cheetos, Grape Kool-Aid, Hubris, Bluster--oh yeah, and a thumb wrapping over 'em: Hypocrisy. Hammering away. Raining bits and bytes on people actually experiencing life's blows. Raining bits and bytes , while dancing the "It's-About-Me" shuffle, all from the safety behind a monitor.

Fighting the good fight, from mommy's paneled basement. And then, standing there...proud, in piss-yellowed costumes, with tears streaming down, mock Lukes, Solos and Chewies at the end of "Star Wars". Awaiting their medals for hard-typed cyber-valor. Let sound the fanfare, from the sh*tty, old Dell's tinny speakers, and let us recognize these...heroes.


For the infinite bravery of the basement-dwelling, cheeto-dusted, internet tough-guy's mind.

- posted by LowerManhattanite

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another dick in the...


Really not much to say about this. Except of course that is the stupidest idea yet. See previous comment about incoherence. A wall, good lord. Whats next?

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The smell of blood and gunpowder wafted through Baghdad on Wednesday


More than 300 were killed in 5 bombings and other attacks and hundreds wounded. Attacks occurred all over Iraq, the majority in the capital city Baghdad.

The Sadrists response is one of calm.

Iraq Sadrists vow no return to streets despite bombs


This message from Sadr, while still hiding from U.S. troops. This whole thing is some kind of farce. Even though Sadr could easily ratchet up the violence he is holding the Mahdi army back, He could easily force the collapse of the Iraqi government by pulling out his MP's, and forcing others to leave also. He does not.

What is more farcical while this manhunt continues in Baghdad, the British are busy turning over territory to the Sadrists.

UK troops hand over province


British commanders ceded security responsibility for Maysan, a critical province with Iraq's longest Iranian border and large oil reserves, at a colorful outdoor ceremony and military parade.


The Shiite province Maysan is held by the Sadrists, They turned security in Najaf over to the Badr Corp, and look for Kerbala to be next.

Personally I find the strategy in Iraq more and more incoherent. Not that it ever was, but sometimes even crazy people get out of the rain. It seems to me, with rumors of Sistani being sick and Sadr's restraint and seeming growing maturity. He is, if not now, soon to be de-facto leader of Iraq.



Gracchus: "Insight for Sale, Goin' Cheap"



MSM Green Room

Thanks to Gracchus for this great post!

And so the circus started. The bodies at Virginia Tech were barely cold, solid facts are thin on the ground, and the media outlets were scrambling to fill their news holes with "profound" insights. The term "filling news holes" is more appropriate than usual in this case, as there's always a willing parade of whores and gigolos masquerading as experts and pundits who are happy to fill those holes. And the media outlets are about as discriminating as horny L.A. teenagers in a cheap '80s film.

Now for a sensation-hungry teenager who wants it fast and cheap and easy, the cardinal rule in the movie is:
go to Tijuana. For a sensation-hungry MSM, the equivalent rule is: pretend correlation implies causation.

Embracing that fallacy to the extreme gets you some quick pundit love at rock bottom prices. Take
Jack "Alley Wall" Thompson, who was on TV before even a physical description of the gunman was released, blaming the whole thing on videogames. Forget causation -- Jack was too busy talking to bookers that morning to even bother with establishing correlation. Truly bottom-feeder stuff, which is why he ended up on Fox (which would be the fat slob teenager in the aforementioned '80s movie).

Moving one (small) step up on the evolutionary ladder of basic logic, we have the Know-Nothing bloggers and
racists who, upon hearing the gunman described as "Asian," immediately made the natural assumption that "Asian" meant the Southeastern or even Middle Eastern variety, and thus Muslim (because, as every mouth-breather knows, all Southeast Asians are Muslims). Unlike Jack Thompson, they did take the time to establish a basis for correlation -- about a knee-jerk's worth based on a slim piece of "evidence."

How embarrassing for them to discover that the gunman was originally from South Korea, and had been a legal U.S. resident for most of his life. But never fear -- the mouth-breathing Buchanan fans are already
pretending they never made the earlier gaffe ("huh? Who me? I didn't say that") and re-framing in the best tradition of Frank Luntz and Rush Limbaugh. After all, the gunman was an immigrant ... probably a secret agent of Kim Jong-il. And what's worse, he had an interest in a white chick. So there you go, more proof that race-mixing immigrants are hell-bent on undermining this great country and contaminating our precious bodily fluids and buyin' our guns. The Know-Nothings will have no lack of reasons to indulge their hateful fantasies.

And speaking of fantasists, keep an eye out for the right-wing chickenhawk brigade. You know the type:
"they shoulda rushed 'em -- I woulda!" Now given that these are the kinds of blowhards who are also happy to let others fight their clash of civilisations for them, it's a good bet that -- had they found themselves at VA Tech the other day -- they would have found that (in the word of their idols) they had "better things to do" than fight the "evil ones." But since they weren't there, these wannabe Rambos write pieces invoking the desperate actions of Professor Librescu while denigrating the victims and survivors.

The irony, of course, is that these pundits have no clue of what makes a true hero -- mainly because these
entitled twits have never had to face a violent madman wielding a weapon once in their coddled lives.

And, oh, the weapons. You'll be hearing a lot about them, from extremists on both sides of the gun-control
debate. On the one end, you have the NRA, now fully committed to protecting their Know-Nothing base against "illegal immigrant gangs" and warty money-grubbing elders of Zion by handing every man, woman and child in America a gun. "If only everyone on campus had been armed!" they lament, as if everyone reacts heroically and cucumber-cool to an unexpected crisis. The choose to ignore what really happened the other day: the sobbing , screaming, pissed pants, and general panic reported by those chained inside that building. Only irresponsible cretins like the NRA's executives would believe that a bunch of untrained pistol-packers would have made that situation better.

Not that the "ban 'em all" gun-control crowd is any more realistic when it comes to causation. Their loud
moan: "If only this person, and everyone else, had been denied access to the guns!" Well, putting aside the fact that the pistols were purchased legally, the fact is that this deranged nutball was hell-bent on getting his sweaty hands on some slug-throwers no matter what -- part of the whole deranged nutball thing, dontchaknow? And law or no law, he would have ended up with those pistols. Canada has gun control laws -- ask residents of Montreal how well those laws have worked when disturbed individuals decided (twice) that it was people-huntin' time on campus.

So please, let's put aside the gun control laws as we make our way from correlation to causation. We all
have our opinions on the Second Amendment, and firearms licensing, and whether or not it's sporting to shred deer with automatic rifles, and the like. But one statement we can all agree on: the pistols used by this gunman, like all firearms, were tools. To be sure, pistols (especially those with extra-capacity magazines) are designed primarily for taking human life. But razor-sharp knives or Home Depot chainsaws in the hands of panicked and untrained bystanders or cold-blooded maniacs are dangerous, too -- it's just a matter the tool's efficiency. Firearms correlate very well to killing, but they aren't the cause; the NRA ignores the former, the gun control lobby ignores the latter, so feel free to ignore both and put the weapons issue aside on this one.

While we're discussing tools, you'll be hearing a lot about another one -- the bad ol' Internet. Sure, the
techno-utopians and CEOs of social network sites will be talking about the healing power of Facebook and other such nonsense. But more than that, there will be lots of hand-wringing about the Web -- and those hand-wringers consider it even more dangerous than flesh-piercing firearms. After all, the 'Net contains "dangerous" videos and music and words! It allows (gasp) amateur journalists to supplant responsible MSM outlets. It encourages extreme narcissism and exhibitionism. Bullies use it! What about the chilllldrrennnnn? It must be regulated! The agendas are clear here, and as usual have little to do with causation or even correlation. Given that the gunman was fond of downloading MP3s, no doubt the RIAA will chime in, somehow blaming the whole thing on music piracy and an attendent disrespect for the law. Don't believe me? Wait and see.

Which leads us naturally to the usual cast of Homeland Security busybodies and security theatre salesmen, who count on these criminal incidents to push their own authoritarian agendas just a little bit further. Equating correlation with causation is one of the easy steps that turns all citizens into suspicious criminals. Americans have learned the drill under Prince Bush: more metal detectors; more cameras, more national ID cards; more half-baked profiling; more rent-a-cops. And fewer civil liberties and less privacy. And let's not fool ourselves by making this about party politics: DLC Democrats are just as fond of these "permanent emergency" measures as the neoCons. Unless the triangulators are cleared out of the party like Lieberman was, the surveillance state will only continue to metastasise.


And after all of these shady characters, we finally arrive at seemingly genuine attempts to actually address cause rather than correlation. Yes, it's time for the shrinks and self-help gurus and sociologists who are ready to trot out hobbyhorses less rickety than poor Jack Thompson's. You'll be seeing a lot of them over the next week, and here are some of the theories they'll be bandying around: the gunman was clinically depressed; had ADHD; was autistic; was bipolar; was schizophrenic; suffered from low self esteem; suffered from delusions of grandeur; was the product of a cold upbringing; was smothered by his family; was the product of too lenient an education; was the product of too demanding an education; was too poor; was too privileged. On and on.


All nice theories, but anyone you see discussing any of these things early on is more interested in showcasing their personal and professional obsessions and selling books than actually applying serious analysis to the situation. It's great to zero in on causation, but not so great when it's based on zero supporting evidence. Since the gunman was helpful enough to send NBC taped and written statements, at least there's something to go on; but watch for all the "experts" to hang their pet theories on them by the thinnest of threads.


And even so, just to cover their empty and agenda-driven bloviating, all of the above commentators will fall back on the ultimate condemnation in America as the cause of this massacre. We've heard it every time one of these incidents occurs. Say it with me:


"He was a loner."

Oh, horrors! A loner. Yes, there's the basic cause right there. Left-wing or right-wing, natural law or law-n-order, who's gonna argue with that?


Well, I will. I'm sick of this lazy formulation, not the least because I'm somewhat of a loner myself. So let's get it straight once and for all, shall we?


Most violently disturbed and chronically alienated people like the VA Tech gunman are loners because, hey, that's part of the deal. Emphasising that the gunman was a "loner" is stating the painfully obvious, so why do it?


There's an answer. It's about the converse assumption -- the dishonest tautology implied every time "he was
a loner" is brought up: because this gunman was a loner, it must therefore follow that most loners have the potential to be violently disturbed or chronically alienated people. Loners are time bombs just waiting to explode. They don't conform, they don't subscribe to conventional wisdom, they don't engage in superficial conversation, they're introverts, they have esoteric hobbies, they disrespect arbitrary authority -- ergo, those loners must be deranged. Watch them, shun them, cure them.

This is not about boosting the average Joe's self-esteem. In the end, the "loner" causation argument serves no other purpose but to re-inforce the pernicious Human Resources Culture, the Fourth Purpose (in
John Taylor Gatto's words) that's ground into Americans from elementary school through to corporate life and retirement. Forget the gregarious psycho manager or bullying athlete or kiss-up student body president -- it's the loner who's the real problem. The message: look at what happened at VA Tech, then look around your workplace and quail in fear: if he's not a "team player," it stands to reason he's insane and dangerous. It's the worst sort of propaganda, with all the assumptions of the audience's lack of critical thinking that implies.

And there we have it: the American media culture's version of "insight" into this horrific event. As repulsive and degrading as the massacre was to the victims -- living and dead -- what we'll see in the media in the weeks that follow isn't going to restore much dignity or honour to them.


[Some readers will notice that I didn't use the gunman's name in this piece -- that's a deliberate editorial choice]


- posted by Gracchus

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Seitan Worshipper: "DKos' leevank: Wolfowitz girlfriend planned the Iraqi government"



Maybe hiring her wasn't such a great idea

Thanks to Seitan Worshipper for this great Kos find!

I sh*t you not. What was that old Lily Tomlin (I think) quote? "I tried to be cynical, but I can't keep up [i.e., with real events]."

Wolfowitz girlfriend planned the Iraqi government
by leevank

Tue Apr 17, 2007 at 08:05:02 PM PDT

As if the tangled web of Paul Wolfowitz and his girlfriend, Shaha Riza, weren't already sordid enough, now comes word that while he was Deputy Secretary of Defense, the Pentagon ordered Science Applications International Corp., a Pentagon contractor, to enter into a subcontract with Ms. Riza under which she spent approximately a month in the spring of 2003 "studying ways to form a government in Iraq."

Here's the way Reuters describes the arrangement:

leevank's diary :: ::
SAIC said Riza's subcontract lasted from April 25 to May 31, 2003. She was paid expenses but no salary during her trip to Iraq, at her request, according to the contractor. [NOTE: The article doesn't make it clear whether she was paid a salary for the portion of time under the contract in which she wasn't actually in Iraq, but was presumably drafting whatever report she prepared -- if she actually prepared one.]

Melissa Koskovich, a spokeswoman for SAIC, said the contractor "had no role in the selection of the personnel who comprised the Iraq Governance Group under this contract."

Defense sources said the Pentagon was reviewing the matter.

I'd be fascinated to know who, other than Ms. Riza, constituted the "Iraq Governance Group," and what work product Ms. Riza actually delivered. It's not enough that Wolfowitz had a major role in leading this country into an unnecessary war that I think may well turn out to be the most serious foreign policy blunder in this country's history. No, he couldn't leave bad enough alone, but had to get his girlfriend a job planning the most screwed-up occupation and transfer to a new government in perhaps the entire history of military occupations.

I've got a suggestion for Mr. Wolfowitz: After you get fired by the World Bank, why don't you and your honey move to Baghdad and form your little love nest somewhere outside the Green Zone, where you can have lots of togetherness while living in the middle of the great success that you've created? Maybe the Iraqis will be so impressed by this great love affair between a Jewish man and an Arab Muslim woman that they'll realize the foolishness of their silly sectarian quarrels, and Iraq will become the shining beacon of tolerance and democracy that you told us it would be. Of course, things might not turn out that way, but since you're willing to take big risks with other people's lives, I'm sure you won't hesitate to take some risks with your own.

- posted by Seitan Worshipper

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Ms. Magazine's Jessica Stites: "Putting a face on [the] Supreme Court decision"



Not playing around

From Ms. Magazine's Jessica Stites:

Today's ruling upheld Bush's ban on the D&X (dilation & extraction)
abortion procedure. Its language, however, is vague enough to
potentially outlaw D&E (dilation and evacuation), the procedure used
in 95% of post-first trimester abortions. No exception was provided
for the health of women.

But what does that mean in real-life terms?


One answer comes from Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Martha

Mendoza, who in 2004 learned that her 19-week-old fetus was dead in
her womb. Even then — just months after the ban was first passed -- it
was already becoming difficult to find a doctor willing and able to
perform a D&E. Martha Mendoza tells of her struggle to find one in her
lucid, heart-wrenching Summer 2004 Ms. essay "Between a Woman
and her Doctor":

"...I'd been through labor and delivery three times before, with great joy as well as pain, and the notion of going through that profound experience only to deliver a dead fetus (whose skin was alreadystarting to slough off, whose skull might be collapsing) was horrifying.
I also did some research, spoke with friends who were obstetricians
and gynecologists, and quickly learned this: Study after study shows
D&Es are safer than labor and delivery. Women who had D&Es were far
less likely to have bleeding requiring transfusion, infection
requiring intravenous antibiotics, organ injuries requiring additional
surgery or cervical laceration requiring repair and hospital
readmission.

A review of 300 second- trimester abortions published in 2002 in the

American Journal of Obstetrics & Gynecology found that 29 percent of
women who went through labor and delivery had complications, compared
with just 4 percent of those who had D&Es.

... [But] the years of angry debate that led to the passage [of the

2003 abortion procedure ban], restrictive state laws and the violence
targeting physicians have reduced the number of hospitals and doctors
willing to do dilations and evacuations (D&Es) and dilations and
extractions (intact D&Es), which involve removing a larger fetus,
sometimes in pieces, from the womb.

... After examining me and confirming I was bleeding but not

hemorrhaging, the attending obstetrician, obviously pregnant herself,
defensively explained that only one of their dozens of obstetricians
and gynecologists still does D&Es, and he was simply not available.

Not today. Not tomorrow. Not the next day."


Read the article in full


- posted by Jen

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LCforevah: "Alternet - Wal-Mart and Target Spy on Their Employees"



Not so smiley

Thanks to LCforevah for this great find by Barbara Ehrenreich!


This may not be the most current thing going on right now, but I believe it's against the law for anyone to hold someone else against their will for more than an hour, and that the FBI can then be called in?


Wal-Mart and Target Spy on Their Employees

By Barbara Ehrenreich, AlterNet


With Target and Wal-Mart acting as though they are entitled to spy on,
stalk and imprison their own employees, we are on the road to a
full-scale workplace dictatorship.

It reads like a cold war thriller: The spy follows the suspects through several countries, ending up in Guatemala City, where he takes a room across the hall from his quarry. Finally, after four days of surveillance, including some patient ear-to-the-keyhole work, he is able to report back to headquarters that he has the goods on them. They're guilty!

But this isn't a John Le Carré novel, and the powerful institution pulling the strings wasn't the USSR or the CIA. It was Wal-Mart, and the two suspects weren't carrying plans for a shoulder-launched H-bomb. Their crime was "fraternization." One of them, James W. Lynn, a Wal-Mart factory inspection manager, was traveling with a female subordinate, with whom he allegedly enjoyed some intimate moments behind closed doors. At least the company spy reported hearing "moans and sighs" within the woman's room.

Now you may wonder why a company so famously cheap that it requires its same-sex teams to share hotel rooms while on the road would invest in international espionage to ferret out mixed-sex fraternizers. Unless, as Lynn argues, they were really after him for what is a far worse crime in Wal-Mart's books: Openly criticizing the conditions he found in Central American factories supplying Wal-Mart stores.

In fact, the cold war thriller analogy is not entirely fanciful. New York Times reporter Michael Barbaro, who related the story of Wal-Mart's stalking of Lynn and his colleague, also reports that the company's security department is staffed by former top officials of the CIA and the FBI. Along the same lines, Jeffrey Goldberg provides a chilling account of his visit to Wal-Mart's Bentonville "war room" in the April 2nd New Yorker. Although instructed not to write down anything he saw, he found a "dark, threadbare room... its walls painted battleship gray," where only two out of five of the occupants will even meet his eyes. In general, he found the Bentonville fortress "not unlike the headquarters of the National Security Agency."

We've always known that Wal-Mart is as big, in financial terms, as many sizable nations. It may even have begun to believe that is one, complete with its own laws, security agency, and espionage system. But the illusion of state power is not confined to Wal-Mart. Justin Kenward, who worked at a Target store in Chino CA for three years, wrote to tell me about his six hour interrogation, in 2003, by the store's "Asset Protection" agents, who accused him of wrongly giving a fellow employee a discount on a video game a year earlier:

After about an hour of trying to tell them that I don't remember any thing about that day let alone that transaction, I had to use the restroom. I asked if I could and was denied. This goes on for about another hour when I say "Look I have to pee, bad, can I go to the restroom?" Once more I was told no. So I stand up and start walking out the door, and was stopped. At this point I thought to my self "They're looking to fire me!" So I start to think of ways that transaction might have came to be. I say something like "I would never give a discount unless an L.O.D. (Leader On Duty aka: a manager) or a Team Lead (aka: supervisor) told me to ......" I was interrupted and told that it sounds like I was trying to place my mistake on other people. 3 hours in to this and still needing to pee I was told that I need to write an apologetic letter to the company with the details, every detail, that we just went over and then I could use the rest room...

- posted by LCforevah

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DrBopperTHP: "Driftglass - Excerpted"



The original attitude


Thanks to DrBopperTHP for finding this important Driftglass post excerpt!

Finally, on Meet the Press, an extended meditation on what happens when the Bad Thing gets caught in the light reflecting off of Dom Imus’ colossal ego.

Allow me to explain.

Tolstoy said: “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”

Which is about half right.

Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way, but the razory maw of the beast that bores its way though the bones of every malignantly dysfunctional family has the same name.

The Bad Thing.

The Bad Thing is the light-stealing singularity around which the malignantly dysfunctional family orbits. It is incest or serial abuse. It is violent alcoholism. Thing for your livelihood, you will do and say anything -- anything -- to keep from having to face the true villainy of what it is you have come to serve, and what it is you have allowed yourself to become to serve it.

So it was this Sunday on Meet the Press when Gwen Ifill – for whom I have not had a lot of love in the past – and Eugene Robinson (who I like a lot) delivered a truth-laden and withering lesson on the provenance and prevalence of hatespeech in the media. The casual viciousness of it, and the conspicuous fact that so many of the Media Elite have been so utterly complicit in letting things get so bad.

And Ms. Ifill did not deliver her measured and (for network teevee) harsh jeremiad in a vacuum. She delivered it sitting across from the whitest, pastiest, third-rate, soft-toned, media-bestriding apologist for Conservativism in America today: David Fucking Brooks.

Bobo: We have to remember that a lot of this is comedy? And other people like Howard Stern and Bill Mahr have to look out…

Ifill: Doesn’t comedy have to be funny?

John Harwood: What about Borat? Some people say he’s s stitch. But some people say…

Ifill: Oh fuck you. We know where the line is. We know where the offense is. But the best way to dilute this argument/discussion is to keep saying “What about this” and “What about that?”

Bobo: Borat is cruel too. He is cruel to people who are bad on teevee.

Bobo serves the Bad Thing and so Bobo is horribly uncomfortable with the dark corners into which the Imus tempest might blow his little pastel wingnut outrigger. He tried constantly and desperately to steer the conversation away from those scary rocks out into friendlier waters.

Out to a discussion of “the larger picture.”

“The public culture”.

To keep widening the lens until everything is as gray and flat and featureless as his prose.

Yes, kids, you are hearing right: the champions of lock-and-load, lock-em-up-forever, no-mealymouth-excuses-about-how-hard-your-life-has-been Personal Responsibility Conservativism (so long as we’re just talking about muggers and pickpocket and car thieves) and are now desperately and loudly trumpeting their new truth:

That…wait for it…waaaait for it…Society Is To Blame.

That the coarsening of the culture is to blame.

We have now lived long enough to see the Rich, Powerful White People’s Brigade sprint for shelter in the loving arms of “We Were Victims of Circumstances!”

And who is to blame for the plight of po’, po’, wealthy, Caucasian Elites who get caught using their positions of privilege and power to slam and slander the weak and powerless.

Why, those awful Negroes of course. And their Devil Jungle Music! And probably Bill Clinton too, although we’re not yet sure exactly how to string him up for this one just yet.

Ifill: Judge the man by his actions.

Ifill: There has been radio silence about this. Newsweek, who sends all of their reporters on that show, were completely silent over this. Until his show was cancelled. Then and only then did they announce that their people would no longer be treading the Imus boards.

Ifill: The reason it took so long for the media elite to speak up is that they were so deeply complicit.

Robinson: That’s what hurt so much. That these were the best and brightest. These were not the baggy pants kids.

It was, on the whole, a good discussion, but three huge points were mostly overlooked.

First, however lacerating language may be, there is a completely different tenor when using language to take on the powerful, the hateful, the bigoted and the enemies of civil society...and using that language to either premeditatedly or gratuitously beat on the weak, the powerless, the noble, the honorable, the poor, the sick, the lame, the halt, the sick.

It is a categorically different thing for the landed and the privileged to thug on “the least of these”, and they fucking well know it, which is why the Right has had to pour so much time and money over the decades remarketing their whole mythology of victimhood.

That symphony of lies lifted wholesale from the dregs of the Confederacy and the White Supremacist movement to explain to the faithful why their leadership caste of rich, tubby, white bigots and their orc legions are really The Oppressed.

That entire encyclopedia of mendacity devoted to explaining why Bible-pounding, Christ-defiling demagogues with their own satellite networks, teevee stations, coast-to-coast radio empires, publishing houses, marketing firms, think tanks, congressmen, senators, embedded journalists, President, political Party, newspapers, tax-free rivers of revenue, Constitutionally-protected citadels, and a dozen doggie-doors straight into the heart of the White House...are really a horribly put-upon minority. Are really being subjugated by the Sekrit Liberal Elite Media Cabals working to destroy America by aiding terrorists and working with atheist scientists to take away our freedom by faking up a “Global Warming” crisis. The entire operations is run by man-hating feminists, abortionists and obscure assistant professors, accessorized and sexualized by queers, with muscle provided by Dirty Commie Labor Unions, soundtrack provided by Welfare Queens and funding by George Soros.

Second, the panel almost entirely avoided noticing that for twenty years the Right has made its political bones openly trafficking in the Bad Thing.

That the entire Conservative movement owes its electoral successes entirely to its efficient cultivation of the rawest, ugliest and most virulent hatespeech imaginable, and it’s harvesting of its poison fruits at election time. That far from paying the kind of steep cultural price these weak children and neocon stalking horses of the MSM suddenly seem giddily anxious to charge to everyone’s account equally regardless of rank, privilege or context (in the name of Holy “Fairness”), the Right has been lavishly rewarded for adopting the language, habits and attitudes of racists, sexists, homophobes and theocrats.

Third, the embrace of White Supremacist ideological infrastructure dressed up in Biblical language was not an accident. This was done by the Right willingly, carefully and by design. For twenty years the Right has pioneered the use of 1,000 decibel demonization, slander and lies as a matter of tactical necessity. Their leaders and elite media apologist like David Brooks know it, but for twenty years they have stayed silent regarding the simple fact that the entire Ponsi Scheme of Conservativism is built on hateful words and despicable ideas.

Which means that without Limbaugh and Coulter…

Without Hannity and Hume…

Without Will and Gingrich…

Without DeLay and Drudge…

Without Coulter and Malkin…

Without O’Reilly and Savage…

Without Dobson and Cheney…

Without Goldberg and Lott…

Without Falwell and Roberson…

Without Schafly and Tancredo…

Without all the rest of that loud, vile, Democracy-loathing freak-show...

There. Is. No. Republican. Party.

Period.

There. Is. No. Conservative. Movement.

Period.

Without their legion of demagogues, all of those cozy think tanks and glorious corporate welfare giveaways and high value-added wars and plush teevee pundit gigs would vanish in a puff of stink and a flutter of Confederate flags.

They are The Bad Thing and so, for twenty years, The Bad Thing has remained frantically unacknowledged and deafeningly unheard by the David Brookses of the world.

But now the Bad Thing has crawled onto a national stage and take a huge shit under a big spotlight, which is why the Media Bobos are freaked out.

Because the god-fearing, Party of Personal Responsibility Conservatives are terrified that the general public will finally notice that they are the ones who bear the primary responsibility for premeditatedly eradicated civil discourse in our society.

Terrified of finally being forced to submit to that paternity test.

posted by driftglass @ 9:56 PM


- posted by DrBopperTHP

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Bump in the Beltway: "New Paradigm"




Thanks to Melanie from Bump in the Beltway for this cross-post!

Anti-Fast Food in France
By Grant Rosenberg/Paris

Arriving on a motorcycle, wearing jeans and a carrying a backpack, Alain Cojean is hardly the image of a Paris restaurant mogul. But then again the 45-year-old with an unassuming but frenetic demeanor hasn't created your typical Paris eatery. On an unusually warm April morning across the street from the Louvre, in a former tea salon in a building built in the mid-19th century, he is inspecting progress on the construction of what will be the newest location
of his namesake fast-food restaurant. Five or six weeks from now, the team of workers sanding and drilling will give way to crowds of customers ready to sample the fresh foods served quickly, with a focus on nutrition, in a modern, smoke-free environment that has become the trademark of Cojean. Since opening his first restaurant in 2001, he has expanded his chain to nine locations, mostly clustered in the office-heavy 8th and 9th Arrondissements of the French capital. And
he's done it all without any advertising.

The restaurant chain's popularity is proof that in a city famous for its smoky brasseries and aloof,
bow-tied waiters serving up artery-clogging dishes, there are citizens hungry for alternatives. Until Cojean, Parisian lunchers who didn't have time for hour-long steak-frites meals were mostly limited to baguette sandwiches on the run or the international fast food chains hardly noted for their selection of nutritional offerings. But now Cojean, with his vegetable-packed toasted sandwiches, chicken curry wraps and salmon and quinoa salads, is the de facto godfather of a near-movement. In the last few years, other like-minded, health-conscious fast food
restaurants have sprouted up around town, with easy-to-pronounce, linguistically neutral names like Bioboa, Noon, Jour and the deliciously provocative Eatme. The Belgian chain Exki (motto: "natural, fresh & ready") opened their first location in France last August — also in Paris's financial district. All of these places emphasize fresh products, clearly labeled ingredients and absolutely nothing fried.


I can't wait until we get something like this here. I go to fast food restaurants maybe twice a year when I'm really pushed for time and I'd love to have choices greater than prepackaged salads. We've got a bit more choice with chains like Chipotle Grill and Baja Fresh. I'd love to be able to pop in a quick place and pick up a grilled chicken wrap and a fistful of fresh vegetables. Here's the menu at Cojean (.pdf) I can read enough culinary french to know that I want to eat there. This would sell in the US. Cosi is the closest thing we have here, and I just got a new one down the street, which I'm going to try tomorrow.

- posted by Bump in the Beltway's Melanie

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MS. Magazine: "Supreme Court Decision on Abortion"



Guess all that praying paid off, huh?

From Jessica at Ms. Magazine:

Wanted to send around some background on today's disastrous Supreme Court ruling. Cristina Page (author, HOW THE PRO-CHOICE MOVEMENT SAVED AMERICA) explains the possible fallout from the ban in the Winter Ms.:


If the abortion procedure ban is found to be constitutional, not only would it prohibit a specific late-term procedure—intact dilation and extraction (D & X)—but could possibly outlaw every abortion procedure performed after 12 weeks of pregnancy (the first trimester), including the more common dilation and evacuation (D & E) method. This could have dramatic consequences, since 143,000 American women annually have abortions during their second or third trimester. It would be particularly hard on women awaiting the results of amniocentesis, the common diagnostic tool for severe birth defects, which is usually
administered during the 15th to 18th weeks of pregnancy. If the ban is judged constitutional, there may be no legal way to terminate certain pregnancies, no matter how grave the birth defect discovered.

The ban would also prevent doctors from providing a D & X procedure in certain circumstances when it's considered the safer option, such as cases involving preeclampsia or some cancers. As Eve Gartner, lead
counsel for the Planned Parenthood Federation of America, explained to the justices, "In some cases…[it] averts uterine perforation, it averts the spread of sepsis or infection; it [potentially] averts the spread of…malignant cancer throughout the woman's body. … This Court has never recognized a state interest that was sufficient to trump the woman's interest in her health.

Rest of article here.

- -posted by Jim in LA

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Sponson: "Gonzales Picked Carol Lam For Purge"



What, me worry?

Thanks to Sponson for this great post!

From ABC News, this was just reported. The document was probably going to be leaked today anyway, but now the hearing has been postponed for two days.

April 16, 2007 — - Attorney General Alberto Gonzales' assertion that he was not involved in identifying the eight U.S. attorneys who were asked to resign last year is at odds with a recently released internal Department of Justice e-mail, ABC News has learned. That e-mail said that Gonzales supported firing one federal prosecutor six months before she was asked to leave.

Gonzales was scheduled to testify before the Senate Judiciary Committee Tuesday, but his testimony was postponed until Thursday because of the shooting rampage at Virginia Tech University.

When Gonzales appears before the committee, a central focus will be the extent of his involvement in the firings.

Gonzales has insisted he left those decisions to his staff, but ABC News has learned he was so concerned about U.S. attorney Carol Lam's lackluster record on immigration enforcement in San Diego that he supported firing her months before she was dismissed, according to a newly released e-mail from his former chief of staff.


Carol Lam's firing is definitely the most suspicious and controversial of them all, and Gonzales is now proven to have lied about his involvement.

- posted by Sponson

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Ice Weasel: "Wi-Fi…why?"



Everybody wants one (or already has one)

Thanks to Ice Weasel for this technology post!


Apple's iPod may
gain Wi-Fi by holidays

By AppleInsider Staff
Published: 10:50 AM EST

Apple plans to launch new iPods featuring Wi-Fi during the second
half of 2007, according to a report at DigiTimes, the same
publication which first reported that Apple would be forced to push
out Leopard's release until October.

In a brief posting, the Taiwanese rumor publicized cited "portable
music player component makers" who say that Universal Scientific
Industrial (USI) has been contracted by the Cupertino-based iPod
maker to produce the Wi-Fi modules and that Foxconn will act as the
OEM system assembler.

USI will reportedly begin the first shipments of its Wi-Fi modules to
Apple later this month, while Foxconn isn't expected to deliver the
completed players until the third quarter, which runs July - September.

DigiTimes's report is somewhat in line with expectations published by
AppleInsider over the course of the past few months. Sources
initially reported that three distinct iPod models lie on Apple's
roadmap for 2007, later adding that one of those players --- a next-
gen video iPod -- was tracking for a third quarter release.

Thus far, Microsoft's Zune has led the way to increasing development
of Wi-Fi portable music players, with Creative and SanDisk most
recently showcasing such players at the 2007 Consumer Electronics
Show. According to DigiTimes, Samsung and Sony are also planning to
offer similar products in the near future.


So we know what the 3G iPod Video will look like, we’ve seen the
iPhone. It will look like that. Widescreen, higher resolution,
higher pixel count with “multi-touch” (Apple’s touch screen
technology). All of that makes perfect sense. But Wi-fi? Why?

Apple’s DRM prevents the widespread sharing. As an owner you are
limited to the number of devices you can “share” your music with.
Even this sharing is limited in its applications. So the idea that I
could grab stuff, at random from anyone with iTunes and wifi
connection is out. Or is it? Could this dovetail in with Jobs’
earlier plea to end DRM? It’s the only that seems to make sense.

Let’s look at how we use our iPods. I’m unusual. 90% of the time my
iPod is docked at my desk. I use it as a standalone device,
connected to audio system, in my home office. This way I don’t have
to use iTunes (it eats up CPU cycles) and this frees up my computer
for the other very intensive CPU activities I’m normally engaged in
(graphic work). For me, this is a great solution. But adding wifi
doesn’t enhance the device at all. My Pod is usually connected to
something.

What about you? If you’re like most people, you carry your iPod with
you. When you do, do you have a need for wireless connectivity with
it? What would you connect to? And if you connected, to what end?

See what I mean?

There are some changes coming. It doesn’t make sense to add
something that will tax the battery and add weight and size to the
device for no reason. You certainly wouldn’t do it merely to say
that you know have features that other companies, such as Sony or
Microsoft. They’re not even in the same realm as the iPod
competition wise (Apple just announced the sale of 100 million
iPods). There must be a purpose. What is it I’m missing?

- posted by ice weasel

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New Rick Perlstein Blog



Check it out here!

(from Digby)

Rick's a super-talent who is a good friend of The News Blog. We wish him all the best - and can't wait for his book Nixonland to come out!

Go Rick!

- posted by Jim in LA

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Jesse "Doc" Wendel: "Home Sales vs. Recession"




I'm top of the food chain; you're an entrée

Thanks to Doc Wendel for this great post!


This is the best single article I've read on what I believe is a coming full-blown major depression in the United States of a size not seen since The Great Depression.

From the brilliant blog on housing markets, Calculated Risk, comes the following excerpt. I recommend both the blog and the whole post, written by CR. There are posers and there are people to pay attention to. This is someone to pay attention to, especially when he backs his assessment with thirty-five years of correlation -- which yeah, doesn't necessarily mean the one thing causes the other, and don't go quoting Latin at me y'all Sorkin junkies , there's a case to be made and he makes it strongly:

"Home sales were falling prior to every recession, with the exception of the business investment led recession of 2001. This should raise concerns about a possible consumer led recession in the months ahead."


If this doesn't rock your bubble, I don't know what will. *smiles sweetly* --jwe/sea


Click on graphs for larger image.



The first graph shows New Home Sales vs. Recession for the last 35 years. New Home sales were falling prior to every recession, with the exception of the business investment led recession of 2001. This should raise concerns about a possible consumer led recession in the months ahead.



The second graph shows Not Seasonally Adjusted (NSA) New Home Sales for February.

Sales have fallen back close to the levels of '96 and '97.

- posted by Jesse "Doc" Wendel

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Watson: "After Imus"




Thanks to Watson for this take on post-Imus

Before the yahoos get to feeling too sorry for Imus, let's remember that
their hero Imus fired his sidekick Sid Rosenberg for joking about singer
Kylie Minogue's breast cancer.

And let's stop blaming Imus's problems on Al Sharpton. If Sharpton were as
powerful as the pundits claim, he would have been mayor, senator, or
president by now. He ran for all three offices and couldn't even get the Dem
nomination.

The white* guys in the corner offices dropped Imus, and they did so for
their own mostly financial reasons.

Bob Herbert wrote in the April 12, 2007 NYT (subscription):

'The crucial issue goes well beyond Don Imus's pathetically
infantile behavior. The real question is whether this controversy is loud
enough to shock Americans at long last into the realization of just how
profoundly racist and sexist the culture is.'


Assuming that we agree with Mr. Herbert that our culture is too racist and
sexist, what should we do about it?

The obvious areas to improve are the most tangible ones - health, housing,
education, and employment.

But what do we do about our media? Promoting diversity in hiring, retention,
and promotion in our media corporations would be a big start, but what about
content?

Freedom of expression is precious. We have traditionally avoided 'prior
restraint'. The government generally won't prevent expression, although it
may punish it afterwards if it's found to be fraudulent, seditious,
pornographic, or slanderous.

Our broadcast media is privately controlled. So we're back to the guys in
the corner offices. What rules should they be using? Aren't their employees
entitled to know in advance? If the bosses plan to leave it the
'marketplace', then we need to rely on people like Rev. Sharpton to organize
boycotts against things we don't like.

If we really want to upgrade our decadent culture, we have to impose
non-racist and non-sexist norms on AM radio and the music video culture. Too
ingrained? I don't think so. Entertainers have always been able to work
around the seven magic words. Howard Stern knows the difference between AM
and satellite. Hockey players know they can't fight in the Olympics.

We won't change the flavor if we don't change the recipe.

[* OK, there's Kenneth Chennault at AmEx.]

- posted by Watson

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War Czar



Recently Retired Marine General Sheehan turned down the 'honor' of being named War Czar. Lets gloss over the fact that we already have someone who is supposed to be a Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces, but that lazy, awol, coward doesnt have a clue about what to do. So apparently Karl is looking around for another dancing monkey to put on stage as they try to run out the clock.

General Sheehan explains why he declined the offer here in the wapo. I presume he felt guilty as a Marine with 35 years of service refusing his country's call. As he states the new position would require:

The day-to-day work of the White House implementation manager overseeing Iraq and Afghanistan would require a great deal of emotional and intellectual energy resolving critical resource issues in a bureaucracy that, to date, has not functioned well.

"has not functioned well", of course means, doesnt have fucking clue. The General has learned to at least be civilized on the pages of the wapo, pretty impressive restraint for a Marine.


He does make a clear assessment of the Cheney Bush strategy in Iraq : We have never gotten it right in Iraq ... (snip) ... These huge shortcomings are not going to be resolved by the assignment of an additional individual to the White House staff.

The General knows, as do many of the readers here, Bush has no strategy, except stall until January 2009. Thats Bush's only interest here. I dont credit him with understanding that he cant win. He just doesnt know what to do, and equates leaving with losing. The only way out of Iraq is for Congress to step up.

When a guy with these credentials is saying that this war is being run by a small but powerful group that [is constantly repeating] we are going to "win," even as "victory" is not defined or is frequently redefined., Congress should realize just how weak Bush is. All this bluster about congress better shape up and send him a bill he can sign is odd. Why not just veto the thing. Why all the sturm and drang? Is it bluff?

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Anthony Bourdain puts the smackdown on Food Network...again.


Still biting the hand that fed him

Jen here...about to head home and go to sleep, but could NOT help crossposting this amazing smackdown of the latest Food Network phony"awards ceremony." I am too tired to look up the link to Bourdain's first smackdown of FoodTV, but enjoy this brief sequel.

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VA Tech Shooting



Cops on the case at VA Tech

Another coward victimizing innocent people - this time, people's kids away at college.

Gunman kills at least 21 at Virginia Tech

(CNN) -- A lone gunman is dead after police said he killed at least 21 people Monday during twin shootings on the Virginia Tech campus -- the worst school shooting incident in U.S. history.

"Some victims were shot in a classroom," university police Chief Wendell Flinchum said during a news conference in Blacksburg.

Police believe there was only one gunman, Flinchum said.

"Today the university was struck with a tragedy that we consider of monumental proportions," said university President Charles Steger. "The university is shocked and indeed horrified." (Map of Blacksburg)

The shootings mark the deadliest school shooting incident in U.S. history, topping attacks at Columbine High School in 1999 and at the University of Texas in 1966.

The Associated Press quoted officials saying more than 20 people were wounded. A hospital spokeswoman told AP that 17 Virginia Tech students were being treated for gunshot wounds and other injuries.

Sharon Honaker at the Carilion New River Valley Medical Center in nearby Christiansburg, Virginia, told CNN that four patients had been transported there, one in critical condition.

One person was killed and others were wounded at multiple locations inside a dormitory about 7:15 a.m., Flinchum said. Two hours later, another shooting at Norris Hall, the engineering science and mechanics building, resulted in multiple casualties, the university reported. (Campus map)

The first reported shooting occurred at West Ambler Johnston Hall, a four-story coed dormitory that houses 895 students. The dormitory, one of the largest residence halls on the 2,600-acre campus, is located near the drill field and stadium.

Amie Steele, editor-in-chief of the campus newspaper, said one of her reporters at the dormitory reported "mass chaos."

The reporter said there were "lots of students running around, going crazy, and the police officers were trying to settle everyone down and keep everything under control," according to Steele. (Watch police, ambulances hustle to the scene Video)

Kristyn Heiser said she was in class about 9:30 a.m. when she and her classmates saw about six gun-wielding police officers run by a window.

"We were like, 'What's going on?' Because this definitely is a quaint town where stuff doesn't really happen. It's pretty boring here," said Heiser during a phone interview as she sat on her classroom floor.

No word on whether the cops have iced this loser or not. Stay tuned.

UPDATE: 31 DEAD.

UPDATE: FOX reporting gunman dead.

- posted by Jim in LA



Sadr out of Iraqi Government



BAGHDAD, April 16 — Political followers of Moktada al-Sadr, the Shiite cleric, said today that their six cabinet ministers would quit their posts in government in protest at the refusal of Prime Minister Nuri Kamal al-Maliki to set a timetable for American troops to withdraw from Iraq. (nytimes.com)

Sadr has had enough, he gave them a couple of months to see if the 'escalation' would work, it didnt, His people and the neighborhoods arent safer. Soon the current government will collapse. Dont think that the asinine comments of John McCain using his people as props in a potemkin marketplace and resulting in the execution of 30 people the following day had no effect. But ultimately it was the poodle al-Maliki parroting Bush's bullshit about not setting timetables that probably is what made him realize it was all pointless, and was pushed to action with this current crescendo of death of nearly 300 Iraqis on Saturday alone. Lets hope he doesnt decide to let slip his dogs.

-- Hubris Sonic




WereBear: "The Equations Have Changed"


GREAT idea, werebear!


Thanks to WereBear for this great crosspost!

Living as we do, in the back of beyond, what most people consider "shopping" is more than an hour away. So if I can't get it locally, I find what we want online, and let it arrive via a Big Brown Truck which is coming to town anyway. There's the key to a vast energy saving solution.

Bring back delivery.

When you look at how many things used to be delivered, you realize just how much companies have outsourced what used to be a part of their service. Instead of one truck from each store going around, dropping off the milk, the produce, all the myriad things we need every day, the stores have persuaded us, all of us, thousands of us, to get in our cars and go out and get it.

They did it by cutting their price by a little, and persuading us the bargain was worth it. But is it? We're not paying delivery fees, but then again, we are. In more gas, more rubber worn from our tires, more time taken from our busy days to go to the store, drive around to a parking spot, drag our stuff back to our cars and drive them home again. We've become such reflexive bargain hunters we've lost sight of our own bottom line.

A while back I helped keep Wal-Mart out of our little town. As I researched Wal-Mart, I discovered how deeply they have committed to this delivery outsourcing concept. They open a store with lowered prices to drive all the competition under. Ah, the rejoicing. Such low prices! Once all other stores are ground under, they raise the prices, because where are you going to go? Less rejoicing, but at least we have all this selection! When that has gone on for a while, the third stage is to close the store, forcing everyone to drive further away to reach another Wal-Mart. Too late, Wal-Mart reappraisal begins. But where are you going to go?

In a ruthless, capitalistic, sold-my-soul-to-the-company-store sort of way, it's brilliant.

It's not just Wal-Mart. It's the very Big Box concept. Any purchase, from home entertainment to lumber, big things to little things, becomes An Expedition. You are driving more miles to a huge place and waiting in long lines just to buy a screw. And boy, are you.

To quote a favorite movie, Galaxy Quest, "By Grabthar's hammer, what a savings."

Segments of our society, mired in the Wal-Mart concept of "low prices," has lost a vital part of the math involved in not just acquisition, but also satisfaction. A few years ago, I needed something to lug around all my Daily Stuff, from a laptop to a cell phone. I could have looked for a bargain by driving around to a dozen stores, trying to find something I'd like and settling for something that wasn't quite right, then getting exasperated a few months later and repeating the search, hoping they were now stocking something that would work better for me. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Instead, I went to Build a Bag on the Timbuk2 website. I customized a bag, from colors to handles to accessories. It's made in San Francisco, by people who make a living doing artisan labor, and they made me a bag just the way I wanted it. Now I have a sturdy, well made object that will serve me for years to come, and is so obviously useful two friends have gotten their own custom bag. A bargain? Yes, indeed.

The equations have changed. Carbon footprint is going to be the new cost multiplier in the way we shop. The whole economic structure will be shaken up as countless spreadsheets burn through the shortest distance between two points. And that is simply: the right goods-the right people. There won't be money or energy left over to make things people will wind up not wanting. The middleman must fall.

Our circumstances, so unusual in the modern world, have paradoxically made us much more aware of the cost/benefit tradeoff. Between taking us to where the goods are, and bringing certain goods to where we are. Those big buildings, full of a buyers best guess of what people might want, all heated and cooled and lighted and staffed and populated with people who all drive cars to get there; obsolete.

When it comes to Internet shopping, this is only the guns of April, 1775. The real revolution is yet to come. The end of actual stores, and the beginning of virtual ones. The fall of the Big Box, and the rise of Vast Choice.

In the back of beyond, far from where you might find the cutting edge, I have already made the leap. Into the future of shopping.

- posted by WereBear

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Seitan Worshipper: "Yahoo - T-Rex Related to Chickens"



Nice birdie

Thanks to Seitan Worshipper for this great find!

This is cool - and serendipitous, too: my kid is into dinosaurs in a
big way right now, with our first Natural History Museum trip coming
up; can't wait to dig into *this* story:


T-rex fossil yields clues to evolutionary puzzle: study

An adolescent female Tyrannosaurus rex died 68 million years ago, but
its bones still contain intact soft tissue, including the oldest
preserved proteins ever found, scientists say.

And a comparison of the protein's chemical structure to a slew of
other species showed an evolutionary link between T. rex and
chickens, bolstering the idea that birds evolved from dinosaurs.

The collagen proteins were found hidden inside the leg bone of the T.
rex fossil, according to two studies published in the April 13 issue
of the journal Science. Collagen is the main ingredient of connective
tissue in animals and is found in cartilage, ligaments, tendons,
hooves, bones and teeth. It yields gelatin and glue when boiled in
water.

"I mean can you imagine pulling a bone out the ground after 68
million years and then getting intact protein sequences?" said John
Asara of Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center and Harvard Medical School, lead
author of one of the studies. "That's just mind boggling how much
preservation there is in these bones."

The previous record holder for the oldest protein tissue belonged to
collagen found in a 100,000- to 300,000-year-old mammoth bone.

The new finding will be viewed skeptically, admitted one of the
researchers involved in the two studies. "It's very, very, very
controversial because most people have gone on record saying there's
an absolute time limit to anything that's protein or DNA," said Mary
Schweitzer, a molecular paleontologist at North Carolina State
University

Matthew Carrano, a dinosaur curator at the Smithsonian Institution in
Washington, D.C., who was not involved in either study, said the
protein findings are robust. "Here are the pieces of the protein. If
you're going to refute this you have to explain how these pieces got
in there," Carrano said in a telephone interview.

"It's not another molecule mimicking the protein and giving off a
similar signal. This is the actual sequence."



Bone basics

The T. rex leg bone, which looks like a giant drumstick, was
unearthed by Jack Horner of the Museum of the Rockies in 2003 in the
Hell Creek Formation, a fossil-packed area that spans Montana,
Wyoming and North and South Dakota.

In 2005, Schweitzer and her colleagues reported they had found
evidence for soft, stretchy tissue sealed inside the dinosaur's
fossilized femur. The finding made headlines, but was also questioned
by some experts.

The hard stuff of bones is all that usually remains when a dead
organism is buried beneath layers of earth. Usually, microbes devour
all the easy-to-access soft tissue. So finding relatively intact soft
tissue was a major claim.

"For centuries it was believed that the process of fossilization
destroyed any original material, consequently no one looked carefully
at really old bones," Schweitzer said.

To gather her evidence, Schweitzer ran chemical analyses, finding the
tissue reacted with antibodies from collagen taken from chicken and
other avian tissues. Also, images from high-powered microscopes
revealed a repeating series of thin stripes characteristic of
collagen fibers.

Asara then ran the tiny samples through a mass spectrometer, a
machine that measures mass and charge of individual molecules,
finding the relic tissue was indeed collagen.



Dinosaur-bird link

A comparison by Asara's team of the amino-acid sequence from the T.
rex collagen to a database of existing sequences from modern species
showed it shared a remarkable similarity to that of chickens. Amino
acids are the molecular building blocks of proteins; there are 20 of
them used by organisms to build proteins, and their precise order is
determined by instructions found in DNA.



"I'm grateful that he was able to get the [amino acid] sequences out.
That's the Holy Grail," Schweitzer told LiveScience.

This finding supports the idea that chickens and T. rex share an
evolutionary link and bolsters previous research showing that birds
evolved from dinosaurs and that birds are living dinosaurs.

"Here we have a real molecule from a real dinosaur, and it's much
more similar to a bird than it is to anything else," Carrano said.

The discovery will open the door for a suite of studies once thought
off limits in the field of paleontology. For instance, proteins could
supply more direct evidence about evolutionary links between living
and extinct organisms.

"Protein sequences often reflect little bits of the evolutionary
history of animals, how they are different or similar among groups,"
Carrano said. "This can provide information for extinct animals on
how they are related through evolution to living groups of animals if
we could pull out these kinds of molecules."

Plus, the process of fossilization remains somewhat of a mystery.
"This is a really valuable window into [fossilization] because here
you have some of the original material preserved," Carrano said.

"We would never have asked a question that required this information
in the past and that shut the whole door on those avenues of
research. And now they are potentially open to us," Carrano said.


- posted by Seitan Worshipper

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Uncommon Sense: "John McCain - Presidential Hopeless"



Image of the year - thanks US Army!

Thanks to Uncommon Sense for this great crosspost!

There is more evidence that "presidential hopeful" John McCain's campaign is over even before it has formally begun.

McClatchy reports that in New Hampshire, where McCain gave George W. Bush the fright of his life during the 2000 primaries, Republicans consider him old, sad news.

``Compared to a year ago, he’s not doing so well,’’ said Dick Bennett, a New Hampshire-based pollster. ``He’s lost support. It isn’t like it was eight years ago. He’s holding his own, but it isn’t anything like it was.’’

The most recent survey by Bennett’s firm, the American Research Group, found McCain still holding an edge over the field, but by a much narrower margin. He lost 6 percentage points in the first three months of this year - as did Giuliani - while Romney gained 8.

A common complaint among Republicans here is that McCain lost the rebel quality that they liked so much in 2000.

``He’s trying too hard to appeal to all parts of the Republican Party. Appealing to all parts of the party is a death knell,’’ said Carlisle. ``He looks old and tired. He is old and tired.’’

``His time is past,’’ said John Tinios, a caterer and restaurateur from Portsmouth.
I find ironic the New Hampshire pollster's opinion that McCain is not doing as well as he was "a year ago." It was exactly one year ago that I observed a serious structural problem with McCain's candidacy. The problem was McCain. He did not seem to have any idea what he was doing. His craven currying for favor with the extreme right was accompanied by a political tone deafness that was surprising in someone the media took so seriously as a presidential aspirant.

In April, 2006, McCain was attempting to find a coherent, politically viable position on the immigration debate that was raging at the time.

He challenged an audience of AFL-CIO tradesmen on the question of whether Americans were willing or able to work the kinds of jobs that illegal immigrants are performing increasingly. As the Associated Press reported at the time:

    McCain responded by saying immigrants were taking jobs nobody else wanted. He offered anybody in the crowd $50 an hour to pick lettuce in Arizona.

    Shouts of protest rose from the crowd, with some accepting McCain's job offer.

    "I'll take it!" one man shouted.

    McCain insisted none of them would do such menial labor for a complete season. "You can't do it, my friends."

    Some in the crowd said they didn't appreciate McCain questioning their work ethic.
A few things about this account were astonishing. First, the idea that McCain did not seem to know how much money is 50 dollars per hour. At 40 hours a week, that's an annual income of $104,000. Is there anybody reading this who would not pick lettuce for $104,000 a year? Show of hands. That's what I thought. For a hundred grand a year, I would pick lettuce with a hypertensive rhesus monkey tied to my back. It was an incredibly stupid way to illustrate whatever point McCain was trying to make.

But aside from that, I could not understand why a candidate for the presidency of the United States thought nothing of walking into a union hall and insulting the work ethic of unionized tradesmen. While you're at it, why not go to the Vatican and call Jesus' mother a whore? More or less the same thing.

A year ago, McCain was desperate, flailing and clueless about immigration. Today, he is desperate, flailing and clueless about Iraq. The only difference between McCain's hopelessness then and his hopelessness now is that the news media have begun to recognize it for what it is.

- posted by Uncommon Sense

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Sisyphus Shrugged: "Joe Klein and his discontents"



Shocked, shocked!

Thanks to Sisyphus Shrugged for this great crosspost!


. . . and the Claude Rains Memorial Gambling Awareness Award goes to...


Joe Klein, who is outraged
to discover that Our Fearless Leader is not behaving rationally
The first three months of the new Democratic Congress
have been neither terrible nor transcendent. A Pew poll had it about
right: a substantial majority of the public remains happy the
Democrats won in 2006, but neither Nancy Pelosi nor Harry Reid has
dominated the public consciousness as Newt Gingrich did when the
Republicans came to power in 1995. There is a reason for that. A much
bigger story is unfolding: the epic collapse of the Bush
Administration.

The three big Bush stories of 2007--the decision to "surge" in Iraq,
the scandalous treatment of wounded veterans at the Walter Reed Army
Medical Center and the firing of eight U.S. Attorneys for tawdry
political reasons--precisely illuminate the three qualities that make
this Administration one of the worst in American history: arrogance
(the surge), incompetence (Walter Reed) and cynicism (the U.S.
Attorneys).

Iraq comes first, as always. From the start, it has been obvious that
personal motives have skewed the President's judgment about the war.
Saddam tried to kill his dad; his dad didn't try hard enough to kill
Saddam. There was payback to be had. But never was Bush's adolescent
petulance more obvious than in his decision to ignore the
Baker-Hamilton report and move in the exact opposite direction:
adding troops and employing counterinsurgency tactics inappropriate
to the situation on the ground. "There was no way he was going to
accept [its findings] once the press began to portray the report as
Daddy's friends coming to the rescue," a member of the Baker-Hamilton
commission told me. As with Bush's invasion of Iraq, the decision to
surge was made unilaterally, without adequate respect for history or
military doctrine. Iraq was invaded with insufficient troops and
planning; the surge was attempted with too few troops (especially
non-Kurdish, Arabic-speaking Iraqis), a purposely misleading time
line ("progress" by September) and, most important, the absence of a
reliable Iraqi government.

General David Petraeus has repeatedly said, "A military solution to
Iraq is not possible." Translation: This thing fails unless there is
a political deal among the Shi'ites, Sunnis and Kurds. There is no
such deal on the horizon, largely because of the President's aversion
to talking to people he doesn't like. And while some Baghdad
neighborhoods may be more peaceful--temporarily--as a result of the
increased U.S. military presence, the story two years from now is
likely to resemble the recent headlines from Tall 'Afar: dueling
Sunni and Shi'ite massacres have destroyed order in a city famously
pacified by counterinsurgency tactics in 2005.

In the interest of balance, I should allow Joe Klein to respond here
The latest to make a fool of himself is Paul Krugman of
the New York Times, who argues that those who favor the increase in
troops are either cynical or delusional. Mostly the latter.
Delusional neocons like Bill Kristol and Fred Kagan, to be precise.
But what about retired General Jack Keane--whom Krugman doesn't
mention--and the significant number of military intellectuals who
have favored a labor-intensive counterinsurgency strategy in Baghdad
for the past three years? They are serious people. They may be wrong
about Iraq now, reflexively trying to complete a mission that has
been lost, but they are not delusional. The counterinsurgency
doctrine they published in 2006 is exactly what the U.S. military
should be doing in places like Afghanistan. And they, not Kagan and
Kristol, are the motivating force behind Bush's new
policy.

Mr. Klein goes on
On April 3, the President again accused Democrats of
being "more interested in fighting political battles in Washington
than providing our troops what they need." Such demagoguery is
particularly outrageous given the Administration's inability to
provide our troops "what they need" at the nation's premier hospital
for veterans. The mold and decrepitude at Walter Reed are likely to
be only the beginning of the tragedy, the latest example of
incompetence in this Administration. "This is yet another aspect of
war planning that wasn't done properly," says Paul Rieckhoff of Iraq
and Afghanistan Veterans of America. "The entire VA hospital system
is unprepared for the casualties of Iraq, especially the psychiatric
casualties. A lot of vets are saying, 'This is our Katrina moment.'
And they're right: this Administration governs badly because it
doesn't care very much about governing."

I believe Mr. Klein has an answer for that
And then there is the pessimism problem. Populists of
both strains tend to believe that the system is rigged by dark and
powerful forces that prevent the little guy from getting ahead, which
means they tend to be angry. They also tend to be dividers rather
than uniters. Even the nice-guy populism attempted by former Senator
John Edwards in the last presidential campaign had a divisive edge.
His theme was "two Americas." Pessimism, anger and unsubtle
divisiveness tend to be total nonstarters in American politics.
"Being optimistic is a patriotic value," says Diane Feldman. "If you
are down on the United States, you are not patriotic."

Most damningly, Mr. Klein shares this
Compared with Iraq and Walter Reed, the firing of the
U.S. Attorneys is a relatively minor matter. It is true that U.S.
Attorneys serve at the pleasure of the President, but they are
political appointees of a special sort. They are partisans,
obviously, but must appear to be above politics--not working to
influence elections, for example--if public faith in the impartiality
of the justice system is to be maintained. Once again Karl Rove's
operation has corrupted a policy area--like national security--that
should be off-limits to political operators.

When Bush came to office--installed by the Supreme Court after
receiving fewer votes than Al Gore--I speculated that the new
President would have to govern in a bipartisan manner to be
successful. He chose the opposite path, and his hyper-partisanship
has proved to be a travesty of governance and a comprehensive
failure. I've tried to be respectful of the man and the office, but
the three defining sins of the Bush Administration--arrogance,
incompetence, cynicism--are congenital: they're part of his
personality. They're not likely to change. And it is increasingly
difficult to imagine yet another two years of slow bleed with a
leader so clearly unfit to lead.

Pwned. Mr. Klein knows better
Klein: I think that that's part of the answer, that
certainly Bush and Cheney have run a big business oriented
presidency, to their detriment. But also, you know, I spent time with
George Bush when he was governor of Texas and he spent an awful lot
of time talking about [and with poor people] and there were a lot of
times that I saw him in 2000 him go into country-club Republican
audiences and get tough questions about all these wetbacks and he
would go right up into the face of those audiences, which was kind of
like Newt Gingrich going into the face of the Evangelical Christians
on Intelligent Design. I think that he truly believes that the people
who are coming across the border, as I believe, are just coming over
for the best of all possible reasons: to support their families, to
work hard. [....]Every last motive that George W. Bush has isn't a
malign one. You know, there are sometimes that the guy acts for what
he considers to be the very best and the most moral of reasons. A lot
of times I'll disagree with him, like going to war in Iraq, but, you
know, I take him at face value in those things.

I think, though, I should give the last word to Mr. Klein
And so the President finds himself in an exceedingly odd
position for a post-Reagan Republican. He is acting like a Democrat,
standing for abstract principles and high-minded long-term projects
in the face of a public demanding easy answers and immediate results.
His Middle East-democracy campaign is Wilsonian.

Mr. Klein?
Bush's indifference to reality in Iraq is not an isolated
case. It is the modus operandi of his Administration.

Here, Mr. Klein earns his second icon.

Scamper,
dear. Wouldn't want your tail to get wet.

- posted by Sisyphus Shrugged

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Seitan Worshipper: "Yahoo - McConnell seeks to boost U.S. spy powers"



A little spying's good, a lot must be better

Thanks to Seitan Worshipper for this find!

Ya know, it's unbelievable: These guys can't be subpoenaed/indicted/imprisoned fast enough.

McConnell seeks to boost U.S. spy powers

WASHINGTON - President Bush's spy chief is pushing to expand the government's
surveillance authority at the same time the administration is under
attack for stretching its domestic eavesdropping powers.

National Intelligence Director Mike McConnell has circulated a draft
bill that would expand the government's powers under the Foreign
Intelligence Surveillance Act, liberalizing how that law can be used.

...

The changes McConnell is seeking mostly affect a cloak-and-dagger
category of warrants used to investigate suspected spies, terrorists
and other national security threats. The surveillance could include
planting listening devices and hidden cameras, searching luggage and
breaking into homes to make copies of computer hard drives.



Yeah, today it's suspected "enemy combatants," tomorrow, it's anyone
who's gone to a peace rally or signed a petition against the abuses
of this Administration.



According to officials familiar with the draft changes to FISA,
McConnell wants to:

_Give the NSA the power to monitor foreigners without seeking FISA
court approval, even if the surveillance is conducted by tapping
phones and e-mail accounts in the United States.

"Determinations about whether a court order is required should be
based on considerations about the target of the surveillance, rather
than the particular means of communication or the location from which
the surveillance is being conducted," NSA Director Keith Alexander
told the Senate last year.

_Clarify the standards the FBI and NSA must use to get court orders
for basic information about calls and e-mails — such as the number
dialed, e-mail address, or time and date of the communications. Civil
liberties advocates contend the change will make it too easy for the
government to access this information.

_Triple the life span of a FISA warrant for a non-U.S. citizen from
120 days to one year, allowing the government to monitor much longer
without checking back in with a judge.

_Give telecommunications companies immunity from civil liability for
their cooperation with Bush's terrorist surveillance program. Pending
lawsuits against companies including Verizon and AT&T allege they
violated privacy laws by giving phone records to the NSA for the
program.

_Extend from 72 hours to one week the amount of time the government
can conduct surveillance without a court order in emergencies.




And I wonder *who* gets to define "emergencies," hmmm?

How is it that the Brits, the Spanish, the Italians, the MOROCCANS
fer crissakes, can figure out how to thwart would-be suicide bombers
and other homicidal assholes with a political axe to grind without
destroying their peoples' civil liberties, but our great Daddy-
wannabes here can't seem to manage? Or is that the plan?
[Rhetorical, I know.]

Four suspected bombers killed in Casablanca

See also the WaPo story about innocents getting dragged in:

Ordinary Customers Flagged as Terrorists


- posted by Seitan Worshipper

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Yanqui Mike: "Lexington Incident in the Falklands"




Thanks to Yanqui Mike for this cross-post!

The Malvinas war and the UK's dispute over its sovereignty bores me.

As I tried to show in my little post last month, the United Kingdom signed at least 3 treaties recognizing that the islands belong to Spain then Argentina before taking them by force in 1833, deporting all the Argentines, and transplanting Brits there to replace them. End of Story.

In my fact checking, however, I ran across the bizarre story of the USS Lexington and the United States destruction of the Argentine colony. I had never heard a word of this before.

Not only is the story absolutely fascinating but the illegal yanqui smashing of the Malvinas appears to be the cause of the whole sad chain of events leading to the British theft and West-Bank style repopulation, to the 1982 war, to the events of today.

It's got a cast of characters that could be pulled right out of the current West Wing, international terrorists (um...pirates!) and is filled with last-gasp colonial meddling by a dying empire. A tale of our times, if you'll only suspend a little disbelief.

It's all been written before (like I said, I only learned about it while wiki/googling only 3 weeks ago) but I gotta write it again.

I hope you enjoy it... 'cause it's gonna take up a lot of this blog's time.

- posted by Yanqui Mike

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DrBopperTHP: "Reuters - Porn could be the key to next-gen DVD war"



The inevitable MSM "porn leads the way" fluffer piece - this time by Reuters

Thanks to DrBopperTHP for this interesting find!

I always wondered why VHS beat out the better Betamax format. Gotta scrap some pennies together and start inversting in HD DVD OEM's.
Porn could be the key to next-generation DVD war
Fri Apr 06 13:44:43 UTC 2007

By Michael Kahn

SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) - In the battle over next generation DVDs, pornography could prove to be the XXX factor that helps determine a winner.

Thirty years ago, VHS toppled Betamax in part because of the adult film industry, and now some see blue movies playing a key role again as backers of HD-DVD and Blu-ray maneuver to make their formats the standard.

The stakes are high. As prices of high-definition televisions and DVD players fall, backers of the rival -- and incompatible -- formats are looking to tap a home and rental DVD market approaching $25 billion.

Yet so far, neither next-generation format has been able to land a knock-out blow.

James McQuivey, a principal analyst at technology research firm Forrester, said in the VHS-versus-Betamax war, porn provided a significant boost for the winning format.

He also noted the adult entertainment industry has often paved the way with new uses of technology -- such as streaming video on the Internet -- and said porn could help tip the scales in the current DVD format battle.

"If the porn industry wanted to break the logjam of HD-DVD and Blu-ray, it could," McQuivey said. "If they said 'We are going to go with HD-DVD' you would see a few million homes immediately go out and buy HD-DVD players. They have that power."

It is a potential weapon that one side, at least, has ignored. Instead, Blu-ray backer Sony Corp. blocked manufacturers from producing porn DVDs in that format -- a move that some say has pushed adult film studios into the camp of HD-DVD camp led by Toshiba Corp.

Steven Hirsch, founder of Vivid Entertainment Group, said Walt Disney Co. also refuses to use DVD makers -- known as replicators -- that press porn titles.

This makes finding a Blu-ray replicator willing to alienate Sony and Disney almost impossible for porn studios because the format requires costly new equipment and there are only a handful of replicators able to make such DVDs.

That isn't a problem for HD-DVD because that technology is based on previous-generation standards, which makes it far simpler and cheaper for companies to hire replicators to press their DVDs.

Hirsch said that Vivid -- home to adult film stars such as Jenna Jameson, Tera Patrick and Briana Banks -- found a willing manufacturer to press "Debbie Does Dallas ... Again," which the company plans to issue in April.

But the cost and difficulty of doing so for the sequel to the 1978 adult film classic "Debbie Does Dallas" clouds whether more adult films in Blu-ray will follow, said Hirsch, who declined to provide details on who is pressing the movie.

"We have been able to find a replication facility to do our title but it wasn't easy and it has deterred us for the most part from releasing titles on Blu-ray," Hirsch said. "That can be potentially problematic for Blu-ray."

Studios like Vivid say they have been shooting films in high-definition for years to build up a library, but so far the number of titles is only a trickle as the industry weighs the advantages of each format.

HD-DVD machines are cheaper but Blu-ray has backing of a majority of the mainstream studios and an advantage in that the format is compatible with the PlayStation 3, the latest version of Sony's popular series of video game consoles.

The founder of adult studio Digital Playground -- whose films include "Island Fever 3" and "Pirates" -- believes Blu-ray backers are erring in not embracing porn as they fight over billions of dollars in royalties.

"The reason they should want to work with us is that they are in a war with HD-DVD and in a war you would want as many people in your corner," said Joone, the Digital Playground founder who goes by one name.

Joone said in an ideal world Digital Playground would offer films in both formats. Instead, he sees Sony and other Blu-ray backers pushing the adult entertainment industry toward HD-DVD, whose supporters he said have welcomed porn producers.

"In general we need to have one format because it cuts down the confusion in the marketplace for the consumer," Joone said. "HD-DVD has helped us tremendously to get titles out."


- posted by DrBopperTHP

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Ice Weasel: "Victims of self-inflicted wounds"



Cool graphic! Miss records.....

Thanks to Ice Weasel for this awesome take on the record industry


The NYT's Spinning Into Oblivion is yet another crack at the
music industry (an industry which deserves more than a few "cracks").
However, written by two independent retailers, it's only part of the story
and, it's not all that much of expose, more of a mea culpa.

I'll add some bits from that piece here as way of an introduction
into a larger point.

"when we opened an independent CD shop on the Upper West Side of
Manhattan in 1993. At the time, we figured that as far as business
ventures went, ours was relatively safe. People would always go to
stores to buy music."


Eh? Seriously, eh?! I've been involved in the music business since
the late seventies at no time in the last three decades was an
independent store more than an extreme gamble in a very tough
environment. But that's ok, reality intrudes in the next paragraph...

"Fourteen years later, it’s clear just how wrong our assumptions
were. Our little shop closed its doors at the end of 2005."


Given the relative cluelessness exhibited in the first paragraph, I'm
surprised they lasted that long. That said; they wised up pretty well.

"The sad thing is that CDs and downloads could have coexisted
peacefully and profitably. The current state of affairs is largely
the result of shortsightedness and boneheadedness by the major record
labels and the Recording Industry Association of America, who managed
to achieve the opposite of everything they wanted in trying to keep
the music business prospering. The association is like a gardener who
tried to rid his lawn of weeds and wound up killing the trees instead."


Sort of. I think the thing missing here isn't that the industry
"killed the trees" they killed everything with the exception of the
one thing they wanted to kill, "the weeds", namely, digital
distribution. And, as important, indie retail has been, in their own
way, as resistant to change and truly serving the customer as the
labels ever were.

"Something had to be done to save the record store, a place where
hard-core music fans worked, shopped and kibitzed... "


Really, why? As much as I love some retailers, as I mention above,
most retailers were as clueless and bad to their customers as the
labels were. So the idea that consumer loses because record stores
go away isn't one that is supported by the evidence. That evidence is
in the millions of downloads from online retailers such as iTunes.
In fact, consumers want to buy single songs, at home, whenever they
want for much less than the record store could or would sell them
for. And, they want a diversity of selection that very, very few
stores ever endeavored to present.

"But instead, those labels delivered the death blow to the record
store as we know it by getting in bed with soulless chain stores like
Best Buy and Wal-Mart. "


Absolutely. The labels did everything they could, not so much with
the intention of but with the unavoidable result of helping to kill
indie stores. However, I want to point out, this was well under way
by the mid nineties.

"A year after our shop closed, Tower went out of business — something
that would have been unthinkable just a few years earlier."


Tower went of business for several reasons but the idea that Tower
going buns up was "unthinkable"? Not at all. Tower was suffering
from a number of problems as early as 1995. That they lasted as long
as they did given their utterly incoherent business strategy and
their dreadful staffing is what is surprising.

Example, one of Tower's biggest inner joys was how they had created
separate sub-company to handle all their advertising. This allowed
them to rake in another 15% advertising commission on all the ads
they placed (and being one of the largest chains, they raked in a
lot). Problem was the "separate entity" booked a lot of ads that
made no sense and really didn't help the business. Sure, they got
their 15% but they also lost sight of what the purpose of that
advertising was. Russ Solomon, founder of Tower Records had a vision
that, back in the early seventies was revolutionary. He wanted to
"stack the product in the aisles" and offer more titles than any
other music store. As time went on, other people stacked stuff in
aisles and the selection in his stores wasn't all that great (for a
number of reasons).

Finally, the wrap up of the Times piece is...

"We would be gloating, but for the fact that the occupation we
planned on spending our working lives at is rapidly becoming
obsolete. And that loss hits us hard — not just as music retailers,
but as music fans."


Bah. There is no better time, ever in history, than now for the
music business. The business is in the process of redefining
itself. Sure, there are new challenges out there for entrepreneurs
in the music industry but finally; many of the hurdles are also
disappearing. What these people are bemoaning, rightly or wrongly,
is their desire to work, forever, locked into some High Fidelity
model whereby they get to stand behind the counter and point "over
there" and smirk when customers ask for something.

In 1998 I wrote a report for the National Association of Independent
Music Distributors (an association of indie stores and distributors,
sort of the indie counterpart to NARM which is one of the main
driving forces behind the widely acknowledged evil that is the RIAA)
entitled, "The Perfect Record Store". The report was a critique on
indie retail and some potentials avenues indie retailers could
explore to help themselves.

I can't find the report (it's probably on an archive disc somewhere)
but I do recall enough to over-simplify and summarize it here

----
What will record stores look like in ten years? Think of something
more akin to a coffee shop than the store you're in now. Your
customer will come for the same thing they always have, music but
they will be buying it in different ways. You'll have kiosks or
tables with computers where you customers will download music from
remote servers and they'll use your facility to print the booklets
and burn the discs. They'll bring their MP3 players and connect them
to your computers to download music as well. (ed note: I had seen
the Diamond Rio player the previous at CES and was blown away by the
implications) Because the memory of the MP3 players is so limited,
they'll visit your store frequently to download new music. They'll
come to your store for what they always have, to get inside
information from your staff and to talk with other buyers. The real
security in this business model is that you're not just selling
music; you're selling the experience of buying music. Your new store
will make the experience something the customer will value. Gone
(and thankfully so) will be row upon row of dusty CDs in grimy
plastic cases. Instead, your customers will browse the complete
catalogs of the record labels on computers and create their own
collections. While your business will change operationally, you'll
still be selling music but I would emphasize, without a nightmare of
retail inventory and you will most likely be in the position to offer
your customer something they cannot get at the big boxes that are
currently beating you about the face and head, and that's a pleasant
experience.

----

Most of the feedback I got was, unsurprisingly, incredulous. Most of
the indie storeowners were convinced that their customers loved
digging through dirty bins and wanted to search through thousands of
titles to find the one they would actually buy. The idea that seemed
to repulse them most was turning their store into a social center, a
coffee shop of sorts.

Of course, this didn't happen for a number of reasons. The biggest
was, the labels never allowed their product to be sold through
licensed local retailers. While it's arguable that my idea is still
a viable model (some music buyers do like to socialize when they buy)
I doubt it will happen. The indie retailers, in their own way, are
just as stubborn and short sighted as the labels. Most of them still
resent the idea that vinyl is gone. Most indie retailers don't
respect their customers and don't bother to take the time to turn
them onto new music.

Which is sad because the idea, I think, would actually offer a decent
value to the consumer. Shortly after I wrote this Hear Music opened
its first store in Berkeley, California. Curiously enough, it was
structured, somewhat along the lines I mentioned in the report. And
somewhat more curiously, Starbucks Coffee bought the chain in 1999.
Though Starbucks has not fully developed Hear along those lines they
have incorporated many of the nuances of my original report into the
concept and offer custom burned CDs as well coffee.

Before I was born music stores were vastly different places than the
ones I worked in during my youth. In the fifties it wasn't unusual
for the appliance/TV store sell music or the local musical instrument
to sell records and sheet music. Listening booths where customers
could preview their selections were more common than not. The music
retail industry is constantly changing. It's the retailers who
cannot adapt with their customers that get left behind.

- posted by Ice Weasel

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Seitan Worshipper: "Yahoo - Ed Bradley Among Top Peabody Winners"



We miss you, Ed

Thanks to Seitan Worshipper for this great find!

Both Steve & I admire the late Mr. Bradley's work, and in Steve's
honor - and because the Duke University rape case was such a *hot
*topic on these very boards, I'm sending this for consideration for
posting:

Ed Bradley Among Top Peabody Winners

ATLANTA - One of the late Ed Bradley's final "60 Minutes" stories was
among 35 Peabody Award winners announced Wednesday.

Bradley, the pioneering black CBS journalist who died of leukemia
last November, won for an examination of the Duke University rape
case. A rare "institutional award" went to National Public Radio's
StoryCorps project, which let people record oral histories on a
variety of subjects in booths that tour the country. Edited versions
are broadcast regularly on NPR, and the full recordings are in the
Library of Congress.

The 66th annual George Foster Peabody awards for broadcasting
excellence were announced by the University of Georgia in Athens.
They are to be handed out at a June 4 ceremony in New York hosted by
sportscaster Bob Costas.

Hurricane Katrina coverage made it into the awards again, with HBO
receiving one for Spike Lee's documentary "When the Levees Broke: A
Requiem in Four Acts," about New Orleans life after the disaster.
Last year two Gulf Coast stations that stayed on the air throughout
Katrina won Peabodys, along with CNN and NBC for coverage of the
hurricane.

...

Nice to see Spike Lee's work recognized.

...First-time Peabody winners include the Cartoon Network for "Return
of the King" and an installment of the animated series "Boondocks"...

Give it up for Uncle Ruckus!

...Local television stations in St. Louis, Indianapolis, and New
Haven, Conn., won awards. New Haven's WTNH-TV won for its "Defective
Parts on Blackhawk Helicopters," which resulted in a corporate shake
up at the nearby Sikorsky Aircraft plant.

Indianapolis' WISH-TV won for "Command Mistake," which looked at the
inadequate protective padding being put into U.S. Marine helmets.
WTHR-TV in Indianapolis also won for investigations "Prescription
Privacy" and "Cause for Alarm."

KMOV-TV in St. Louis won for "Left Behind: The Failure of East St.
Louis Schools," a series of 21 reports that uncovered widespread
nepotism by the school board and found violations of federal special-
education requirements....

- posted by Seitan Worshipper

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Bump in the Beltway's Melanie: "Things that make me go grrrrr"



It's always a risk having your image
appear under the words "Bone Health"


Thanks, Melanie! Hilarious and true!

Is it just me, or is that Boniva commercial with Sally Field not the most annoying ad in a world of annoying ads? The whole notion that "setting aside time" once a week to take a pill is onerous is ridiculous. I "set aside time" every morning to take my multivitamin. It takes 5 seconds with my juice in the morning. Selling this drug (which is a good drug, I guess) to women this way makes us look like complete ninnies.

- posted by Bump in the Beltway's Melanie

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Danny Doom: "A Master Debate"



Sure, all fake

Thanks to Danny Doom for this great cross-post!

Something funny: I’m driving home and I got the AM on because the FM is broken, and so there’s this guy with a munchkin voice on WLS-890 ranting about Newt Gingrich. I guess Gingrich debated John Kerry about global warming today and didn’t do so hot. Turns out the munchkin voice is a guy named Mark Levin, who has a blog over at the National Review (right-wing nutball central). I thought he was an Oompa-Loompa or something, but no, he’s a conservative kook with his own little radio talk show too. Turns out that there is also a blog over there called “Planet Gore” which they use to make fun of Al Gore and the global warming crowd, in a way that would seem familiar if you were in the sixth grade still. You know the usual thing, where they joke about how it’s snowing outside in April, so how can there be global warming, ha ha, that silly Al Gore in his private jet and house that uses all that energy… Forget science, Planet Gore is where you go to score cheap political points in the absence of a real argument. So anyway, there’s Newt Gingrich and John Kerry debating global warming and, from the sound of the munchkin Mark Levin, Gingrich let down his conservative base by basically giving in to John Kerry and agreeing that something needs to be done about this situation. He had, it seems, the reasonable approach that normal people have about this issue, in a way that transcends politics and looks toward improving the state of the planet for the future. Gingrich even has a book coming out called “A Contract With the Earth,” if you can believe it. Levin raised his tiny voice and raged, and all I could do was laugh. There goes another perfect candidate for ‘08! Even more hilarious though, was another NRO nut named Iain Murray, who wrote this gem on The Corner earlier today:
All I can say is that wasn’t the Newt I gave a standing ovation to at the Oxford Union in 1985(I very rarely give standing ovations), nor the one who appeared at the National Review Institute Summit a couple of months ago. He seemed off his game somewhat, and was perhaps trapped by a desire to seem reasonable on the issue, which Kerry exploited to the full.
Trapped by a desire to seem reasonable on the issue! Imagine that, NRO readers! Not something you’re used to, I know! So no wonder Oompa Loompa was pissed, and I would imagine there will be others disappointed in Gingrich’s bout with reason. I would wait it out if I were them, though; there’s a good chance Newt will open his mouth again tomorrow and heal thyself.

- posted by Danny Doom

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DrBopperTHP: "Doomsday for the Greenback"



Wealth transference to the elites - you've been warned

Thanks to DrBopperTHP for this find!

Doomsday for the Greenback

By Mike Whitney

“Of all the contrivances for cheating the laboring classes of mankind, none has been more effective than that which deludes them with paper money.” Daniel Webster

04/10/07 "ICH" -- -- -The American people are in La-la land. If they had any idea of what the Federal Reserve was up to they’d be out on the streets waving fists and pitchforks. Instead, we go our business like nothing is wrong.

Are we really that stupid?

What is it that people don’t understand about the trade deficit? It’s not rocket science. The Current Account Deficit is over $800 billion a year. That means that we are spending more than we are making and savaging the dollar in the process. Presently, we need more than $2 billion of foreign investment per day just to keep the wheels from coming off the cart.

Everyone agrees that the current trade imbalances are unsustainable and will probably trigger major economic disruptions that will thrust us towards a global recession. Still, Washington and the Fed stubbornly resist any change in policy that might reduce over-consumption or reverse present trends.

It’s madness.

The investor class loves big deficits because they provide cheap credit for Bush’s lavish tax cuts and war. The recycling of dollars into US Treasuries and dollar-based securities is a neat way of covering government expenses and propping up the stock market with foreign cash. It’s a “win-win” situation for political elites and Wall Street. For the rest of us it’s a dead-loss.

The trade deficit puts downward pressure on the dollar and acts as a hidden tax. In fact, that’s what it is--a tax! Every day the deficit grows, more money is stolen from the retirements and life savings of working class Americans. It’s an inflation bombshell obscured by the bland rhetoric of “free markets” and deregulation.

Consider this: In 2002 the euro was $.87 on the dollar. Last Friday (4-6-07) it closed at $1.34-- a better than 50% gain for the euro in just 4 years. The same is true of gold. In April 2000, gold was selling for $279 per ounce. Last Friday, at the close of the market it skyrocketed to $679.50---more than double the price.

Gold isn’t going up; it’s simply a meter on the waning value of the dollar. The reality is that the dollar is tanking big-time, and the main culprit is the widening trade deficit.

The demolition of the dollar isn’t accidental. It’s part of a plan to shift wealth from one class to another and concentrate political power in the hands of a permanent ruling elite. There’s nothing particularly new about this and Bush and Greenspan have done nothing to conceal what they are doing. The massive expansion of the Federal government, the unfunded tax cuts, the low interest rates and the steep increases in the money supply have all been carried out in full-view of the American people. Nothing has been hidden. Neither the administration nor the Fed seem to care whether or not we know that we’re getting screwed --it’s just our tough luck. What they care about is the $3 trillion in wealth that has been transferred from wage slaves and pensioners to brandy-drooling plutocrats like Greenspan and his n’er-do-well friend, Bush.

These policies have had a devastating effect on the dollar which has been slumping since Bush took office in 2000. Now that foreign purchases of US debt are dropping off, the greenback could plunge to even greater depths. There’s really no way of knowing how far the dollar will fall.

That puts us at a crossroads. We are so utterly dependent on the “charity of strangers” (foreign investment) that a 9% blip in the Chinese stock market (or even a .25 basis point up-tick in the yen) sends Wall Street into a downward spiral. As the housing market continues to unwind, the stock market (which is loaded with collateralized mortgage debt) will naturally edge lower and foreign investment in US Treasuries and securities will dry up. That’ll be doomsday for the greenback as central banks across the planet will try to unload their stockpiles of dollars for gold or foreign currencies.

That day appears to be quickly approaching as the 3 powerhouse economies are overheating and need to raise interest rates to stifle inflation. This will make their bonds and currencies all the more attractive for foreign investment; diverting much needed credit from American markets.

Just imagine the effect on the already-hobbled housing market if interest rates were suddenly to climb higher to maintain the flow of foreign capital?

The ECB (European Central Bank), Japan and China are all cooperating in an effort to “gradually” deflate the dollar while minimizing its effects on the world economy. In fact, China even waited until the markets had closed on Good Friday to announce another interest rate increase. Clearly, the Chinese are trying to avoid a repeat of the 400 point one-day bloodbath on Wall Street in late February ‘07.

Japan has also tried to keep a lid on interest rates (and allowed the carry trade to persist) even though commercial property in Tokyo is “red hot” and liable to spark a ruinous cycle of speculation.

But how long can these booming economies avoid the interest rate hikes that are needed for curbing inflation in their own countries? The problem is, of course, that by fighting inflation at home they will ignite inflation in the US. In other words, by strengthening their own currencies they weaken the dollar--it’s unavoidable.

This is bound to hurt consumer spending in the US which will ripple through the entire global economy.

The problems presented by the falling dollar can’t be resolved by micromanaging or jawboning. In truth, there’s no more chance of a “soft landing” for the dollar than there is for the over-bloated real estate market. Greenspan’s bubble economy is headed for disaster and there’s not much that anyone can do to lessen the damage. As housing prices fall and homeowners are no longer able to tap into their equity, consumer spending will slow, the economy will shrink and the Fed will be forced to lower interest rates.

Unfortunately, at that point, lowering rates won’t be enough. Interest rates need at least 6 months to take hold and, by then, the steady drumbeat of foreclosures and falling real estate prices will have soured the public on an entire “asset class” for years to come. Many will see their life savings dribble away month by month as prices continue to nose-dive and equity vanishes into the ether. These are the real victims of Greenspan’s low interest rate swindle.

The Federal Reserve is fully aware of the harm they have inflicted with their low interest rate boondoggle. In a 2006 statement the Fed even acknowledged that they knew that trillions of dollars in speculation was being funneled into the real estate market:

"Like other asset prices, house prices are influenced by interest rates, and in some countries, the housing market is a key channel of monetary policy transmission."

“Monetary transmission” indeed?!? Trillions of dollars in mortgages were issued to people who have no chance of paying them back. It was a shameless scam. Still, the policy persisted in a desperate attempt to keep the US economy from collapsing into recession. The upshot of this misguided policy was “the largest equity bubble in history” which now threatens America’s economic solvency.

Author Benjamin Wallace commented on the Fed’s activities in an article in the Atlantic Monthly, “There Goes the Neighborhood: Why home prices are about to plummet—and take the recovery with them”:

"Let's assume for a moment that enough people get fooled, and the refinancing boom gets extended for another year. Then what? The real problem hits. Because if you think Greenspan's being cagey on refinancing, the truth he's really avoiding talking about is that we're in the midst of a huge housing bubble, on a scale only seen once before since the Depression. Worse, the inflated housing market is now in an historically unique position, as the motor of the rest of the economy. Within the next year or two, that bubble is likely to burst, and when it does, it very well may take the American economy down with it."

Or this from Robert Shiller in his “Irrational Exuberance”:

"People in much of the world are still overconfident that the stock market, and in many places the housing market, will do extremely well, and this overconfidence can lead to instability. Significant further rises in these markets could lead, eventually, to even more significant declines. The bad outcome could be that eventual declines would result in a substantial increase in the rate of personal bankruptcies, which could lead to a secondary string of bankruptcies of financial institutions as well. Another long-run consequence could be a decline in consumer and business confidence, and another, possibly worldwide, recession”.

If it is not handled properly, the housing collapse could result in another Great Depression. America no longer has the (manufacturing) capacity to work its way out of a deep recession. While the Fed was sluicing $11 trillion into the real estate market via low interest loans; America’s manufacturing sector was being carted off to China and India in the name of globalization. Without capital investment and increased factory production, economic recovery will be difficult if not impossible. The so-called “rebound” from the 2001 recession was due to artificially low interest rates and easy credit which inflated the housing market. It had nothing to do with increases in productivity, exports, or paying off old debts. In other words, the “recovery” was not real wealth creation but simply credit expansion. There’s a vast chasm between “productivity” and “consumption” although Greenspan never seemed to grasp the difference.


A penny borrowed is not the same as a penny earned—although both may cause a slight bump in GDP. Greenspan’s attitude was aptly summarized by The Daily Reckoning’s Addison Wiggin who said, “GDP measures debt-fueled consumption--it really only measures the rate at which America is going broke”.

Bingo.

America’s biggest export is its fiat-currency which foreigners are increasingly hesitant to accept.

Can you blame them?

They have begun to figure out that we have no way of repaying them and that the “full faith and credit” of the United States is about as reliable as a Ken Lay-managed 401-K retirement plan.

The fragility of the US economy will become more apparent as Greenspan’s housing bubble continues to lose air and consumer spending remains flat. As we noted earlier, home equity withdrawals are drying up which will slow growth and discourage foreign investment. The meltdown in subprime loans has drawn more attention to the maneuverings of the banks and mortgage lenders and many people are getting a clearer understanding of the Federal Reserve’s role in creating this economy-busting monster-bubble.

The 10% to 20% yearly increases in property values are unprecedented. They are “pure bubble” and have nothing to do with increases in wages, demand, productivity, capital investment or GDP. It was all “froth” generated by the world’s greatest Frothmeister, Alan Greenspan.

As Addison Wiggin notes, “There is only one real source of wealth: a healthy and competitive environment involving the exchange of goods coupled with control over deficit spending.”

Elites at the Federal Reserve and in the Bush administration have steered us away from this “tried and true” course and put us on the path to debt and catastrophe. It won’t be easy to restore our manufacturing base and compete again in the open market, but it must be done. Strong economies require that their people produce things that other people want. This is a fundamental truism that has been lost in the smoke and mirrors of Greenspan’s shenanigans at the Fed.

Regrettably, we are probably facing a decades-long economic downturn in which the dollar will weaken, stocks will fall, GDP will shrivel, and traditional standards of living will decline.

The trend-lines in the real estate market will most likely be the inverse of what they have been for the last 10 years. This will dramatically affect consumer spending (70% of GDP) and put additional pressure on the dollar.

The dollar is already in big trouble--the only thing keeping it afloat is foreign purchases of US debt by creditors who don’t want to be left holding trillions in worthless paper.(US debt is Japan’s single greatest asset!) These “net inflows” have created a false demand for the dollar which will inevitably dissipate as central banks continue to diversify.

Last week the IMF issued a warning that there would have to be a “substantial” decline in the dollar to bring the trade deficit to sustainable levels. That, of course, is the intention of the Fed and Team Bush—to reduce the debt-load by deflating the currency. It’s a crazy idea. No one destroys the buying power of their currency to pay off their debts. It just illustrates the recklessness of the people in charge.

Also, on March 20, 2007 the Governor of China’s Central Bank Zhou Xiaochuan announced “that China will not accumulate more foreign reserves and will cut a small amount of current reserves for the formulation of a new currency agency”. Zhou’s statement is a hammer-blow to the dollar. The US needs roughly $70 billion in foreign investment per month to cover its current trade deficit. China is one of the largest purchasers of US debt. If China diversifies, then the dollar will fall and the aftershocks will ripple through markets across the world.

The Chinese are very careful about how they word their economic statements. That’s why we should take Zhou’s comments seriously. Three weeks ago he issued an equally ominous statement saying, “China will diversify its $1 trillion foreign exchange reserves, the largest in the world, across different currencies and investment instruments, including in emerging markets.” (Reuters)

This should have been a red flag for currency traders, but the media buried the story and the markets dutifully shrugged it off. The truth is that our relationship with the Chinese is changing very quickly and the days of cheap credit and a “high-flying” dollar are coming to an end.

70% of China’s currency reserves are in US dollars. The effect of “diversification” will be devastating for the US economy. It increases the likelihood of hyperinflation at the same time the housing market is in its steepest decline in 80 years. When currency crises arise at the same time as economic crises; the problems are much more difficult to resolve.

Doomsday for the Greenback

It is impossible to fully anticipate the effects of the falling dollar. The dollar is a currency unlike any other and it is the cornerstone of American power—political, economic and military. As the internationally-accepted reserve currency, it allows the Federal Reserve to control the global economic system by creating credit out of “thin air” and using fiat-scrip in the purchase of valuable manufactured goods and resources. This puts an unelected body of private bankers in charge of setting interest rates which directly affect the entire world.

Iraq has proven that the US military can no longer enforce dollar-hegemony through force of arms. New alliances are forming that are reshaping the geopolitical landscape and signal the emergence of a multi-polar world. The decline of the superpower-model can be directly attributed to the denominating of vital resources and commodities in foreign currencies. America is simply losing its grip on the sources of energy upon which all industrial economies depend. Iraq is the tipping point for America’s global dominance.

When foreign central banks abandon the greenback the present system will unwind and the “unitary” model of world order will abruptly end.

This may be a painful experience for Americans who will undoubtedly see a sharp fall in current living standards. But it also presents an opportunity to disband the Federal Reserve and restore control of the nation’s currency to the people’s legitimate representatives in the US Congress.

This is the first step towards removing the cabal of powerbrokers in both political parties who solely represent the narrow ambitions of private interests.

The War on Terror is a public relations ploy that is intended to disguise the use of military and covert operations to secure dwindling resources to maintain dollar supremacy. It is a futile attempt to control the rise of China, India, Russia and the developing world while preserving the authority of western white elites.

The strength of the euro portends increasing competition for the dollar and a steady decline in America’s influence around the world. This should be seen as a positive development. Greater parity between the currencies suggests greater balance between the states--hence, more democracy. Again, the superpower model has only increased terrorism, militarism, human rights violations and war. By any objective standard, Washington has been a poor steward of global security.

The falling dollar also suggests growing political upheaval at home brought on by economic distress. We should welcome this. America needs to remake itself—to recommit to its original principles of personal freedom, civil liberties and social justice--to reject the demagoguery and warmongering of the Bush regime—to reestablish our belief in habeas corpus, the presumption of innocence and the rule of law. Most important, we need to reclaim our honor.

Big changes are coming for the dollar; it’s just a matter of whether we allow those changes to bog us down in recriminations and pessimism or use them to create a new vision of America and restore the principles of republican government. It’s up to us.

- posted by DrBopperTHP

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DrBopperTHP: "Keepon Dancing to Spoon"

and now for something completely different....



- posted by DrBopperTHP

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Seitan Worshipper: "Corzine may not have been buckled up"



Wear seat belts

Thanks to SW for this catch

Some unexpected fallout from the Imus flap (the Gov. was on his way
to meet with the Rutgers athletes and Imus) - and, alas, was not
wearing a seat belt:

Corzine may not have been buckled up

CAMDEN, N.J. - Gov. Jon S. Corzine was apparently not wearing his
seat belt as required by law when his official SUV crashed into a
guard rail, leaving the governor hospitalized in critical condition,
a spokesman said Friday.

A state trooper was driving Corzine to a meeting between Don Imus and
the Rutgers women's basketball team Thursday night when another
vehicle, swerving to avoid a pickup truck, hit the governor's SUV and
sent it into the guard rail on the Garden State Parkway.

The crash broke the governor's leg, six ribs, his sternum and a
vertebrae. Authorities were searching for the pickup truck driver
blamed for causing it.

Corzine, 60, did not suffer any brain damage in the crash. But he
won't be able to resume his duties as governor for several days, if
not weeks, and he won't walk normally for months, Dr. Robert Ostrum
said performing surgery on the governor Thursday night at Cooper
University Hospital.


- posted by Seitan Worshipper

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Hubris Sonic: "Short Iraq Update"



Escalation

BAGHDAD (AP) A raging, daylong battle erupted in central Baghdad on Tuesday and four Iraqi soldiers were killed, 16 U.S. soldiers were wounded and a U.S. helicopter was hit by ground fire at the close of the second month of the massive security crackdown on the capital.

...

The resumption of violence was in stunning contrast to Monday, when a 24-hour driving ban left the capital eerily quiet on the fourth anniversary of its capture by American forces. But just hours after the ban was lifted before dawn Tuesday, artillery fire echoed across the city. By day's end, at least 52 people were killed or found dead nationwide in strife confined mainly to Sunni enclaves.

...

In Muqdadiyah, most of the victims of the woman suicide bomber had taken police exams just days earlier and were assembled to learn the results

more here

Tens of thousands of followers of young Shiite nationalist cleric Muqtada al-Sadr rallied in the Shiite holy city of Najaf south of Baghdad on Monday, protesting the continued presence of US troops in Iraq. They burned US flags and held up posters saying, "America will fall, will fall." Chillingly, some of the demonstrators appeared to be soldiers in the Iraqi army. -- Christian Science Monitor

The U.S. military announced the weekend deaths of 10 American soldiers, including six killed on Sunday.

-- AP Story here


And so it goes...

These and all the other little tales leaking out of Iraq are showing to me at least that the initiative is still in the insurgents hands all that Cheney Bush has done is increase the level of tension requiring more grease to keep things moving between the players here, in the form of blood. With the currently visiting Tokyo Iraqi PM still refusing to give a goal date for the Iraqi army being ready to take over security or be involved to any degree. I think we looking a more of hard slough and probably have to re-re-re-take Baghdad, its going to be one hot summer.

PLUS:

just found this piece by Robert Fisk that has to be included...


Must read

Robert Fisk: Divide and rule - America's plan for Baghdad Revealed: a new counter-insurgency strategy to carve up the city into sealed areas. The tactic failed in Vietnam. So what chance does it have in Iraq?
- posted by Hubris Sonic

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Seitan Worshipper: "Charges Dropped in Duke Case"



Off the hook and essentially exonerated


Thanks to Seitan Worshipper for recommending this story from Yahoo

Prosecutors drop charges in Duke case

RALEIGH, N.C. - North Carolina's top prosecutor dropped all charges
Wednesday against the three former Duke lacrosse players accused of
sexually assaulting a stripper at a party, saying the athletes were
innocent victims of a "tragic rush to accuse" by an overreaching
district attorney.

"There were many points in the case where caution would have served
justice better than bravado," North Carolina Attorney General Roy
Cooper said in a damning assessment of Durham County District Mike
Nifong's handling of the sensational, racially charged case. "In the
rush to condemn, a community and a state lost the ability to see
clearly."

Cooper, who took over the case in January after Nifong was charged
with ethics violations that could get him disbarred, said his own
investigation "led us to the conclusion that no attack occurred."

"I think a lot of people owe a lot of apologies to a lot of people,"
Cooper said in a news conference held before dozens of reporters in
the press room at the arena where Raleigh's NHL team plays.

...

The Duke case was troubled almost from the start. DNA failed to
connect any of the athletes to the 28-year-old stripper. One of the
athletes claimed to have ATM receipts and time-stamped photos that
provided an alibi. It was also learned that the stripper had leveled
similar gang-rape allegations a decade ago, and no charges resulted.

The case came down to her word against the athletes, and her story
kept changing. In December, Nifong dropped the rape charges after the
woman said she was no longer certain she was penetrated.

Nifong came under furious criticism from the community, the
university and other members of the bar for pressing ahead with a
case that they said seemed pitifully weak.

The district attorney withdrew from the case in January after the
North Carolina bar charged him with making misleading and
inflammatory comments to the media about the athletes under
suspicion. It later added more serious charges of withholding
evidence from defense attorneys and lying to the court.


- posted by Seitan Worshipper

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Orcinus' Sara Robinson: "A Good Day"

Rutgers center Kia Vaughn, All-Met Division I Women's College Basketball Player of the Year

Thanks to Sara Robinson of Orcinus for this post!


Don Imus is off the air -- not for a two-week slap-on-the-hand, but
for good. It's a good day.

What Imus said
about the Rutgers women's basketball team is hardly the most offensive thing we've heard from a right-wing talker over the past 20 years. In fact, looking his long record of past gaffes (including calling Gwen Ifill "a cleaning lady," and NYT reporter William Rhoden "a quota hire,") it's not even particularly out of line for him. What happened this time? Why is today different from all other days?

For 25 years, the dominant radio format in America has consisted of
rich white conservative boys filling the national atmosphere with their putrid bloviations about people who were not rich, white, conservative, or boys. What started out as outrageous bad-boy shock-jock shtick in the 80s curdled into self-righteous rebellion against "political correctness" in the 90s, as a growing number of trash talkers and professional potty mouths joined a national race to the rhetorical bottom. Radio stardom was easy. Forget rock'n'roll -- all you had to do was be willing to spew a little more hate against minorities, foreigners, women, the poor, and liberals than the guy on the next band over, and you could have a mansion in Palm Beach, too.

But something is changing in America. I'd like to think it started
with brain.html">Spocko -- just a guy with a recording device and the addresses of the hate talkers' advertising sponsors. Spocko's assault on KSFO was a local skirmish, but it was stunningly well-organized; and, perhaps more importantly, it took on one of the biggest stations in one of the country's biggest markets. Spocko simply asked the hate jocks' advertisers a few straightforward questions: Is this what you endorse? Is this what you believe? Does this convey the kind of image for your product, or your station, that you want to project?

It seems likely that, even as ABC's attorneys were trying to bully Spocko into silence, these questions also gave radio execs across the country a long moment of pause (probably while they were letting a big slug of Maalox settle). You could hear the echoes of that pause in the voice of NBC president Steve Capus tonight on Countdown, as he emphatically explained that he was the guardian of the NBC brand, and that all a network has is its own credibility.

Furthermore, he noted, "There has been a trust placed in us. We must honor and respect that trust." It was like the man had a sudden attack of conscience, an up-close and personal encounter with his network's critical role in maintaining the high level of civil discourse that makes democracy possible. You have to wonder where the
hell Capus and his scruples have been vacationing for the past two decades; but at least they finally made it to the party. Which makes it a good day for corporate responsibility.

Let's hope it's a big party, too. Imus's guests in recent years have been a veritable who's who of the nation's political and entertainment elite. His shit never stuck to them before -- but it's sticking now. Which means all the other hate talkers are also having that long Maalox pause tonight. They've got a stark and nasty choice here. On one hand, ugly is what they do. It's how they got famous.

It's really all they know. But, as of today, they're either going to have to clean up their act, or risk losing the hot bookings...and, perhaps, their jobs. What's clear is that ambitious celebrities will think twice before being seen in such gutter company after this.

Which makes it a good day for civility.

Another thing I found striking about this how deeply Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson understand the concept of the transmission belt that moves anti-democratic ideas and behavior from the fringes to the mainstream -- and how tightly they seized on this as a prime opportunity to educate the nation about it. I've seen both of them on
several news shows over the past few days; and in every case, they explained, carefully and clearly, that allowing Imus to get away with a mere hand-slap this time would only loosen the standards, and open the door for more mainstream expressions of racism and sexism in the future. It has to stop here, they said. Otherwise,
we're going to see it everywhere.

Which makes it a good day for decency.


One of the things Dave and I have said (over and over) here is that when it comes to hate crime and hate speech, we get exactly what we're willing to tolerate. Stopping it is as simple (and sometimes, as hard) as standing up and making it clear we don't approve. 24/7 hot-and-cold running hate speech became the national radio norm because too many of us were willing to listen, and not enough were willing to put pressure on those footing the bill.

In that sense, Don Imus' firing says far less about him than it does about us. And what it says is that we have finally begun to count the heavy cost of 20 years of on-air denigration of everything that is not white, male, rich, and conservative -- and are realizing that it's a price we're no longer willing to pay.

Which makes it a good day for democracy, and everybody who wants to see it thrive.

- posted by Sara Robinson

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"Salon's Cary - Porn in theory, porn in practice"



Back away from the computer

Because Steve would be all over this one - we'll let the readers decide!
From Salon:

I like to consider myself a progressive thinker in general, and specifically when it comes to sex. I'm very interested in representations of sexuality in culture, am an attentive reader of gender theories, and have worked in both editorial and writerly capacities with sex as a theme.

I also consider myself open, curious and nonjudgmental in trying new things in practice. So what I'm wondering this morning is why, as a thoughtful and "progressive" person, did I so instinctively feel uncomfortable (and, I don't know, jealous?) when my boyfriend casually mentioned he'd been looking at porn yesterday? (Mentioned it casually, and then got defensive and dismissive when I told him of my discomfort.)

I know it's common to look at porn. And I like it, too (though I wouldn't say it's part of my regular routine). But for some reason, I have this primitive and unenlightened hope somewhere in my subconscious that my boyfriend is only turned on by me. Am I deceiving myself by considering myself open-minded? Am I really a Victorian?

Partially, I think, it could be leftover feelings from my last relationship, with a man who very much liked a specific type of porn (think Leg Show), and would use it to spite me when I was too tired (or angry, disheartened, etc.) to have sex.

---
Cary's response (and oh man, it's good):
It is important to be specific and factual. Porn is not a drug -- it is not a substance. But it is a mind-altering phenomenon. It affects the nervous system quickly and powerfully.

It is sex crack. It is dangerous. While it is dangerous and many dangerous things are against the law, it is not a good idea to outlaw it. Giving the state more power over our lives is like giving the sex addict more porn. It makes the state sicker and sicker. But for those of us who can't handle it, we have to face what it is, why it is so powerful.

...

It reaches right into your pants is what it does. That's kind of weird, isn't it, to have something come out of the computer and reach into your pants? Maybe you want it reaching into your pants and you're fine with that, you asked it to reach in your pants. But maybe it's just entering your eyeballs and then reaching into your pants and then it feels good but not entirely because something about it isn't right, because it's a little like being molested, isn't it?

...

It's not so much that he is cheating on you with these images. It's more that the images are cheating him of who he is. He is being robbed. He's being molested by porn.
comments? - posted by Jim in LA

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Josh Marshall - TPM: "Voter Fraud - the real story"



What do you call that look? Oh yeah - LOVE

Saw this post tonite from Josh Marshall and it's truly insightful about the real story behind the US Attorney firings by Gonzales and Bush,. which TPM has been leading the charge on:

Since President Bush came into office, the Justice Department has made 'voter fraud' prosecutions a high priority. Yet, not for lack of effort, they've barely been able to find any examples of it. The grand effort has boiled down to a program to send a few handfuls folks -- mainly black -- to jail for what are in almost every case notional or unintentional voting infractions.

. . .

Another example is that of Pakistani immigrant Usman Ali. He'd been in the US for ten years and owned a jewelry store. He was in line one day at the DMV when a clerk put a registration form in front of him along with other forms. Ali hastily filled it out. He never made any attempt to vote. But the mistake got him deported back to Pakistan where he's now trying to rebuild his life with his US citizen wife and daughter.

We're certainly lucky to be rid of Mr. Ali and his efforts to undermine our democracy.

Most of the examples, like these, are genuinely disgusting -- non-malicious errors for which people get serious punishment because federal prosecutors are under immense pressure to find someone to indict for voter fraud. But it's also easy to get lost in or distracted by the individual stories. The bigger picture is what you need to focus on. And the picture looks like this.

Republican party officials and elected officials use bogus claims of vote fraud to do three things: 1) to stymie voter registration drives and get-out-the-vote efforts in poor and minority neighborhoods, 2) purge voter rolls of legitimate voters and 3) institute voter ID laws aimed at making it harder for low-income and minority voters to vote.

. . .

The tie-in with the US Attorney story is that the White House and the Republican National Committee have used the power of the Department of Justice to accomplish those three goals that I outlined above. Only most of the relatively non-partisan and professional US Attorneys simply didn't find any actual fraud. Choosing not to indict people on bogus charges got at least two of the US Attorneys (Iglesias and McKay) fired. And we are seeing evidence that others may have been nudged out less directly for the same reasons. In turn they've been replaced by a new crop of highly-political party operative prosecutors who, in the gentle wording of the Times, "may not be so reticent" about issuing indictments against people who have committed technical voting infractions with no intent to cast a fraudulent ballot. Along the way, the fever to find someone, anyone guilty of committing even a technical infraction has landed folks like Ms. Prude in the slammer. They are what you might call the prosecutorial road kill in the Rove Republican party's effort to ride roughshod over American citizens' voting rights to entrench the GOP as the country's permanent electoral majority.

Who's running all this? Who's put it all in motion. Look at the documents that have already been released. It's been run out of Karl Rove's office at the White House.

-- Josh Marshall

TPM as an investigative site just keeps getting better with each passing month. The US Attorneys story is like a Saturn V underneath their investigative lunar module, headed straight for the moon.

(yeah, i'm that old)

- posted by Jim in LA

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Jesse Doc Wendel: "Education is the silver bullet"



Thanks to Doc for this great commentary!

Someone asked a few weeks back, for a little bit more about my background. I'll tell you this -- I am by far, the least academically distinguished of anyone in my family. My father, a retired Ph.D. in German, lectured in German and Humanities at the University of Arizona for thirty years. My sister is an attorney and a single mother. My brother, two children, married to a Ph.D. professor at the University of Kansas, himself with an MBA, runs the enormous performance arena for UK. And my mother -- *sighs* -- my mother is perhaps the most gifted of us all. A section leader with the Tucson Symphony when I was growing up (violin) as well as Assistant Concertmaster, when I was off to the Army she went to Law School at thirty-five. Went on to become a name-partner in the most profitable bankruptcy law firm in Arizona, then private practice, and in her retirement from active practice, now sits as a part-time Tucson City Magistrate (a judge), when they need someone to fill in, handling everything from traffic tickets to restraining orders to domestic violence.

At one point my mom spent several years as the Chief of Staff to the Chancellor of the University of Missouri at Kansas City, one of the larger metropolitan universities in the United States. Anyone whom has ever watched The West Wing knows the job of Chief of Staff. Mom was there doing her job on 9/11 and in retrospect this may seem obvious but at the time, no one knew it was what we know today as "9/11". It was two airplanes that hit a building and in the first hour or so no one outside the government had any idea what was happening.

The question came to her to make the call, "Should we send everyone home or should classes stay open?" And without knowing the magnitude of what was actually happening, this is what my mother said stone-cold (paraphrasing from memory):

People are dying in New York City. Of course, professors may close their classes if they wish, and students may miss classes if they wish. But this University will remain open. And to anyone whom asks why, it is this. We don't know yet what has happened, but the chances this happened by accident are nil. Someone did this. Someone did this instead of negotiating, talking, communicating. This University will stay open today because Education is the silver bullet. Education is how we reach people. Education is how we build a world together. I grieve for the people dying and dead in New York and for their families. This is a sad day. Thank you.


Education is the silver bullet. Amen mom, amen.

I'm as self-taught as they come and certainly don't feel less than my brother or sister because they have advanced degrees. I've been privileged to study with and be mentored by some of the leading computer scientist/philosophers in the world. But I share a love for academics for its own sake, for learning for the love of learning which goes bone deep. I'm never without something to read, simply never. Most nights I fall asleep surfing the web or writing to friends. People I've never met are sometimes surprised to received an email from me and we just start talking. Education is the fracking silver bullet and you never know where you're going to find the next person, the next data point, that makes sense out of some such something over there from six months ago or six years ago, and suddenly a light goes on.

Which is why Imus pissed me off. I must admit, I've never even listened to him. Nothing he says has even made it to my level of attention. Not funny, not challenging, and not going to help me in the future. I know. One of my competencies is being able to pull stuff together from different sources and suddenly, pow, a synthesis. Imus simply ain't gonna help a goddamn thing in the future. Nada. So he's shitcanned from my playlist without even a listen.

But for him to trash some young student-athletes, now that does make it to my radar. Because education's the silver bullet. My mother says so.

I have forgiveness in my heart. Gods know I've done lots -- lots! -- of damage in my life. And someday perhaps you'll get to hear some of that beyond what I've already posted. My point is, I'm open to forgiveness here. Genuine forgiveness. But what comes with forgiveness is profound recognition of the damage done along with a commitment to cleaning up the mess -- and the damage done here goes beyond simply these young women. The damage goes to the very core of education being the great equalizer, not in any racial sense -- although there is that of course -- but in a more universal sense.

An educated person, someone whom thinks for themselves, can't be bullshitted. They know who they are, they are prepared to take life on, the inequities of wealth, of race, of social status, all this can in large part be erased or at least be compensated for by a good education. But without a good education, truly there is no hope for the current world which some of us dream of dissolving, a world where 1-2% of the rich own 60% of the world, where half of the world's population is poor. That world can not and will not and shall not end without education. For only with education can people learn how to do anything except get angry and blow shit up. Only with a commitment to education as the answer, will governments use this silver bullet, instead of real bullets, and bombs and soldiers. Only education holds out hope instead of death. An attack on young people attempting to learn is an attack on the heart of what it is to be human.

I don't expect Imus to understand all this. He comes from and validates a world attempting to maintain its privilege any way possible. It would be good to shift that entire world all at once, and I am confident as with the contextual shift of drinking and driving, sitting at the back of the bus, and England owning India, that day will eventually come. Till then, demanding and receiving apologies one at a time is a good place to start.

These girls were attacked by a media sniper using wealth, power and privilege. He tried knocking them off their real game -- getting an education. An authentic apology is due.




Trash Talk Radio
By Gwen Ifill - Op-Ed Contributer - The New York Times


LET'S say a word about the girls. The young women with the musical names. Kia and Epiphanny and Matee and Essence. Katie and Dee Dee and Rashidat and Myia and Brittany and Heather.

The Scarlet Knights of Rutgers University had an improbable season, dropping four of their first seven games, yet ending up in the N.C.A.A. women's basketball championship game. None of them were seniors. Five were freshmen.

In the end, they were stopped only by Tennessee's Lady Vols, who clinched their seventh national championship by ending Rutgers' Cinderella run last week, 59-46. That's the kind of story we love, right? A bunch of teenagers from Newark, Cincinnati, Brooklyn and, yes, Ogden, Utah, defying expectations. It's what explodes so many March Madness office pools.

But not, apparently, for the girls. For all their grit, hard work and courage, the Rutgers girls got branded "nappy-headed ho's" — a shockingly concise sexual and racial insult, tossed out in a volley of male camaraderie by a group of amused, middle-aged white men. The "joke" — as delivered and later recanted — by the radio and television personality Don Imus failed one big test: it was not funny.

The serial apologies of Mr. Imus, who was suspended yesterday by both NBC News and CBS Radio for his remarks, have failed another test. The sincerity seems forced and suspect because he's done some version of this several times before.

I know, because he apparently did it to me.

- - - - - -

Whatever. This is not about me.

It is about the Rutgers Scarlet Knights. That game had to be the biggest moment of their lives, and the outcome the biggest disappointment. They are not old enough, or established enough, to have built up the sort of carapace many women I know — black women in particular — develop to guard themselves against casual insult.

Why do my journalistic colleagues appear on Mr. Imus's program? That's for them to defend, and others to argue about. I certainly don't know any black journalists who will. To his credit, Mr. Imus told the Rev. Al Sharpton yesterday he realizes that, this time, he went way too far.

Yes, he did. Every time a young black girl shyly approaches me for an autograph or writes or calls or stops me on the street to ask how she can become a journalist, I feel an enormous responsibility. It's more than simply being a role model. I know I have to be a voice for them as well.

So here's what this voice has to say for people who cannot grasp the notion of picking on people their own size: This country will only flourish once we consistently learn to applaud and encourage the young people who have to work harder just to achieve balance on the unequal playing field.

Let's see if we can manage to build them up and reward them, rather than opting for the cheapest, easiest, most despicable shots.

Gwen Ifill is a senior correspondent for "The NewsHour With Jim Lehrer" and the moderator of "Washington Week."


- posted by Jesse "Doc" Wendel

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Kurt Vonnegut, 1922-2007



From NYT:

Kurt Vonnegut, Writer of Classics of the American Counterculture, Dies at 84

Kurt Vonnegut, whose dark comic talent and urgent moral vision in novels like “Slaughterhouse-Five,” “Cat’s Cradle” and “God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater” caught the temper of his times and the imagination of a generation, died last night in Manhattan. He was 84 and had homes in Manhattan and in Sagaponack on Long Island.

His death was reported by Morgan Entrekin, a longtime family friend, who said Mr. Vonnegut suffered brain injuries as a result of a fall several weeks ago.

Mr. Vonnegut wrote plays, essays and short fiction. But it was his novels that became classics of the American counterculture, making him a literary idol, particularly to students in the 1960s and ’70s. Dog-eared paperback copies of his books could be found in the back pockets of blue jeans and in dorm rooms on campuses throughout the United States.

Like Mark Twain, Mr. Vonnegut used humor to tackle the basic questions of human existence: Why are we in this world? Is there a presiding figure to make sense of all this, a god who in the end, despite making people suffer, wishes them well?


- posted by Jim in LA



LowerManhattanite: "He Hoped He Was Funny...And Failed"



The unfunny *sshole's the one laughing--the comedian's the one thoughfully plotting his grisly murder

Thanks to LowerManhattanite for this great insight into Imus!

I found myself going through a few crates--U-Haul boxes actually, of old vinyl records this past weekend. Gearing up for the big spring ditch-uh...cleaning, the wife likes to see happen every early April. Having worked in radio for many years, I've found myself with duplicates of albums--a necessity for staple recordings because heavy use wears 'em out--but now, as I'm digitizing a lot of my rare and out-of-print vinyl, I can simply digitize these certain recordings and toss the dupes.

I came across the box with all of my classic Richard Pryor albums, and considered for a moment tossing them for space's sake, as I'd a few years ago received the box set of CD's of the albums. And then, like Bugs Bunny, realizing he was swinging a sledgehammer at a live bomb, I practically screamed to myself in utter disbelief, WhadddammIdoin'?" . These were the original dead sea scrolls of comedy! The books of laugh-your-*ss-off Revelations. The original, mother-f*ckin' "word", ya'll. Couldn't toss 'em. The comedy Gods would strike me dead. So, I thumbed through 'em. "Wanted". "Was It Something I Said". I chuckled to myself looking at the "band" titles, and remembering those bits like it was yesterday. And then, I stumbled across the seminal "Craps: After Hours" album from '72. That album was the comedic slap across the face with a glove, challenging the world to a duel it would later lose, Alexander Hamilton-badly to Pryor's nuclear arsenal of comedy perfection. I didn't have this one on CD, so I took it to my computer/audio area to digitize it . Carrying it to the stereo, it wasn't alone. I had pretty much the whole stack of Pryor classics, and took a minute to fan 'em out and look at 'em as I set things up.


I found myself laughing again at the "band" titles. And looking at the back of the brilliant "That N*gger's Crazy", I couldn't help but notice the title of the first track:


"I Hope I'm Funny."


Richard Pryor--at the peak of his comedic powers--and conversely, in the midst of a terrible, years-long bout with substance abuse--still had the self-awareness and humility to at least put that little bit of trepidation out there.

"I HOPE I'm Funny."

Those words stayed in my mind kinda peculiarly. They hung there askew on a hook of irony for me because in the background, I had the radio on, and it was tuned to 660 AM WFAN, the sports radio station. The top sports radio station in the country...and the radio home ...

...of Don Imus.

So those words, "I Hope I'm Funny", rang a little different with me at that moment--and now--from that moment on.

We're having that discussion again--Goddamnit. The one where classism, sexism and basic human respect come down their individual roads and criss-cross at that big 'ol traffic circle called racism--and yeah, crack the f*ck up as usual. The same conversation we had six months ago when Michael Richards floored it, hitting everything in sight and ending up *ss over tea kettle in racism's fountain in the middle. The same conversation where a lot of folks blithely told people "Keep moving...nothing to see here...it's just an accident." A mistake? An accident? Funny, that. Most "accident" scenes boast skid marks--an attempt to at least... stop, from the careening "accidental" offender. No such forensic evidence exists here. It was the usual headlong. pedal-to-the-metal plow, smack into the same old bullsh*t.

But this time--in Imus' case it seems, no mere suspension, querulous-voiced "apology" or duck-away rehab stint is gonna cut it.

Nor should it. And that's a good thing.

'Cause this ain't new sh*t by a mile. As a New Yorker, I've been exposed to Imus' "humor" for thirty-plus years, when he and Howard Stern first showed up at 66 "W-NNNNNNNNNN-B-C!" in the seventies. He and his gang of *ssholes have been doing this for years. Maybe I'm alone in this, but I recall vividly the flap over one of his idiot aide-de-camps--Sid Rosenberg--on Imus' show a few years ago "hilariously" referring to the tennis playing Williams sisters--based on their next-level athletic style of play--as..."animals"...and as being"better suited for National Geographic Magazine than for Playboy". Rosenberg was fired for this--for about two weeks--and then brought back by Imus when he--guess the f*ck what?--made an on-air apology. As former NBA star Derrick Coleman said so perfectly, "Whoop-de-damn-doo." On the show, Rosenberg would later refer to Palestinians as "stinking animals" and that the U.S. "Ought to drop the bomb right there, kill 'em all right now". No suspension for those words. And Imus' producer, the blotchy-faced, half-wit bigot Bernard McGuirk has spewed so much racist sh*t through his "Amos n' Andy"-esque "impersonations" of Maya Angelou, Spike Lee and Ray Nagin, not to mention his own proud wingnut persona, that there's just too much to mention--so just click here for a single recent, heinous sample. It's a daily thing. His job is to play the hyper-bigoted foil to Imus' faux-tut-tutting centrist--all in the guise of in-studio conflict--while still getting that "shockingly funny" sh*t out there. So it's him and Imus we're focused on today.

Let's go over the actual exchange from last week, shall we?

Imus In The Morning Program--April 4th 2007:

IMUS: So, I watched the basketball game last night between -- a little bit of Rutgers and Tennessee, the women's final.

ROSENBERG: Yeah, Tennessee won last night -- seventh championship for [Tennessee coach] Pat Summitt, I-Man. They beat Rutgers by 13 points.

IMUS: That's some rough girls from Rutgers. Man, they got tattoos and --

McGUIRK: Some hard-core hos.

IMUS: That's some nappy-headed hos there. I'm gonna tell you that now, man, that's some -- woo. And the girls from Tennessee, they all look cute, you know, so, like -- kinda like -- I don't know.

McGUIRK: A Spike Lee thing.

IMUS: Yeah.

McGUIRK: The Jigaboos vs. the Wannabes -- that movie that he had.

IMUS: Yeah, it was a tough --

McCORD: Do The Right Thing.

McGUIRK: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

IMUS: I don't know if I'd have wanted to beat Rutgers or not, but they did, right?

ROSENBERG: It was a tough watch. The more I look at Rutgers, they look exactly like the Toronto Raptors.

IMUS: Well, I guess, yeah.

RUFFINO: Only tougher.

McGUIRK: The [Memphis] Grizzlies would be more appropriate.


Little bit more involved than just the "nappy-headed hos" comment when you read it out, ain't it? They're "hard-core", as in thugs. "Jigaboos", as in hewing to something other than the "pretty white girl" beauty standard. And to cap it all off, they're compared to animals--that old standby for the Imus show--"Grizzly Bears"--to be precise.

Now again...this isn't anything new for Imus and his crew of pointy-hooded sycophants. It's been a three decade-long series of diarrheic blasts of shock-geared bullsh*t (And take special note of the inability to tell the difference between one Spike Lee Movie and another. "School Daze" featured the infamous self-hate spoofing, satirical production number "Good and Bad Hair"--not "Do The Right Thing") from this guy. He'd become something akin to the old, spatter-shirted, muttering, miserly nut down the block that you eventually learn to sorta ignore. If you freaked out every time he randomly tossed a mildewed toilet seat out the attic window, you'd get tired. But imagine now, if you will, that the old nut has a steady stream of influential visitors to his house--a steady stream of powerful visitors sucking up to him. Say the mayor (Joe Lieberman) comes by--followed by the Governor (John McCain)--then the publishers of the town's two big papers (Kurtz and Fineman), et.al. All currying favor with the rich, old nut because in spite of his natterings, he knows people. He's got influence. That's what's so pernicious here. Imus was irrelevant for years until he refashioned himself as a Beltway megaphone. When the bigwigs realized he was "rich"--a.k.a.--a potential asset to be used, his status changed, and thus, his impact as well. Which is why his statements--and the statements on his show, which he did not even mock 'tut-tut" last week, carry the weight that they do. But, hey! As the "I"-Man said to an in-his-face Al Sharpton yesterday, his "agenda was to be funny".

Back to that whole "funny" thang again.

I've written on "funny" here, in dealing with Michael Richard's' wig-out, and on the failures of wingnut-geared comedy efforts in comments elsewhere. , and was ironically enough in the process of writing another one on wingnut comedy in general when this Imus hemorrhoid ruptured before all of our eyes. So I'll fold what I was writing on that into this. I'm no genius...but I know a little about comedy. I've gotten paid to write it for television for years. Performed it on radio, onstage and in the occasional comedy club. And as much an inexact "science" as comedy is--there is some pretty basic sh*t to it. It's rarely "discussed" analytically, because it sorta loses its magic when you deconstruct it. Doing so outside comedy circles is like watching an autopsy. Informative as hell, but clinical and un-fun to witness.

So...I'll try to go about it "Quincy"-style. to make it a little more palatable.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, you are about to enter the most fascinating sphere of yuks, haw-haws and titters--the world of comedic analysis"

What is "funny"? Well, it's a combination of things. The absurd. The sublime. Free-form rambling and...silence. It's a rubber face, and a frozen one all at once. A bold pratfall and a slowly levitating eyebrow. It's speed. A slow burn. Timing. Timing. Timing. It's brains. A quick wit--and simultaneously the idiot's vacant stare and accompanying remark falling from a drooped lip. It's born of pain, raised by anger, wizened through adult exasperation and seasoned by the cynicism of experience. It's the painter's gift--of whipping the verbal brush strokes that create a funny visual for an audience It's the writer/storyteller's gift of connecting, disconnecting and intentionally mis-connecting words that stimulate the collective cerebrum of a ready-to-be-brain-tickled crowd.

It's juggling, knife-tossing, acting, soliloquizing, contorting, debating, whispering and shouting all at f*cking once.

And very, very few people do it well--and too many try it at all. You know the greats and the goods. No need to list the pantheon. So let's look at those who don't make the cut and why. Meanness and viciousness for meanness and viciousness' sake isn't funny. It's an element of funny, but not a basis. Unless it's part of a character you're playing--like Don Rickles' eternally dyspeptic, ugly grump, whose raison d' etré is to metronomically rail at anyone within five feet of him. Rickles' angle was "Zing--then move on. Zing--then move on". Hit any-and-everyone in sight. You laugh at the guy next to you being roasted and then laugh at yourself when your number comes up eventually as the crazy, angry guy locks eyes with you. Meanness and viciousness can be deployed as defensive armor--as in the case of the shooting star that was Sam Kinison at his peak. His venom and ripping was based on who you saw spewing it--a short, fat, ugly little man you'd probably dismiss as a cipher if you saw him bringing your mail or stacking boxes at the supermarket. The eternal underdog. The shlub. His primal scream therapy/schtick worked because he was NOT the homecoming king. He was a nobody giving vent to his desire to not be ignored. It was genius. And fleeting. It became intolerable as soon as he embraced a pseudo-rock star persona. He wasn't a shlub anymore, giving vent. He became the rich, loud-mouthed, spoiled jerk, and that scream went from being celebrated as "rah-rah" to "getthef*ckouttahere" A key part of comedy is identifying with the audience. To be the put upon "everyman". Even Bob Hope, deemed by many to be a pretty good stand-up comedian (though not a great in my mind), made his true comedic mark as a put-upon comic foil to Bing Crosby's above-it-all straight man in the "Road" movies.

They humanized him. You see, his acerbic ripostes got loads more mileage with him in the underdog role.

But meanness and viciousness for its own sake? A non-starter. And when your target becomes the little guy, the low man on the totem pole, because it's easy and cheap--well...that's when you get an Imus situation. Because there's one key thing I left out of the above description of "funny". And that thing is power. Comedy is rooted in power relationships. The boss mocking his underlings is NOT funny. The boss slipping and busting his *ss in the office parking lot IS funny. Why? Because mocking the establishment, the power structure is the REAL taboo. Tweaking "The Man", if you will. Because it's freighted with the danger and excitement of challenging power--in spite of its ability to crush you. Imus' idiocy fell flat for many reasons. One, because it took no thought at all to fall back on silly racist tropes of the stale, old Hottentot Venus and pickaninny variety. Two, it scanned as out-of-the-blue venom, with not a hint of humorous context--just under-the-breath misanthropic invective broadcast out loud. All these women did was lose a championship--as an underdog (that again), and be Black while doing it. Wow. what chortle-worthy fodder. And third...he represents the establishment, the aforementioned power --a.k.a. stodgy old White guys looking down their wrinkled noses and mocking their perceived lessers--namely Blacks and Women. How does he reflect that power? Look at the people who call him "friend" and give him that patina of "gravitas" through their fawning as guests--the likes of Joe Lieberman, Chris Dodd, The Howards--Fineman and Kurtz, Pat Buchanan, John Kerry, Chris Matthews, Tim Russert and of course, Mr. Straight Talk, John McCain. A Beltway insiders' "Who's Who" to beat every band in the joint. Power...f*cking personified. When power laughs, parts of the masses laugh nervously and scattered. When the little guy laughs, his co-horts in the masses laugh comfortably, naturally--and in greater numbers. It also explains the comedic failures of Rush Limbaugh, Dennis Miller and the bed-sh*ts of Fox's "Red Eye" and "The 1/2 Hour News Hour".

Limbaugh identifies with White Power lite...closet Klansmen who don't take heavy starch in their hoods--thank you very much. And as such, his brand of humor is rooted in a faux-populist attachment to the powerful's dream and equality-crushing of the amorphous, non-All American "other". It gets stiff hee-haws from his racist listenership not because it's funny--because as pure humor, it isn't--but because it's racist and fueled by a desire for that audience to feel some sort of kinship with that racist application of power.

Miller fails even more spectacularly because he doesn't even attempt these days to try to mask his running alongside said dream and equality-crushing power. He happily hitched his cart to a runaway train headed straight for end-of-the-line pilings, concrete, and a tank car full of gasoline, post-September 11th. And he fatally wounded an already flagging career--a career flagging due to a Johnny-one-note delivery, well-documented laziness, and an already annoying, smarmy and condescending style. That superior air alone sucked away most of the wind Miller's wit had puffed his meager sails with--but couple it with his proud embrace of an oppressive elite and it dis-masted him and left him adrift--humorless...unctuous...simply a pissy, sniping boor.

In the case of Fox's "Red Eye" and "HHNH" ("Half-Hour News Hour"), the f*ck up is simple. The goofy, sh*t-for-brains boss stand before the employees cracking jokes on the assembled. The only ones laughing are those close to the boss, or currying favor with the boss. Humor based on the power-ful mocking the power-less spawns hollow laughter indeed. It's forced. And mean for meanness' sake. Again, look at the Kinison example. The underdog can afford to be grating and mean as he elicits sympathy. How does one sympathize with a roughshod-running president, naked political hypocrisy, and championing stomping the little guy? Only misanthropes would. And if that's your target audience--You. Are. F*cked.

So, we come back to Imus. "Nappy-headed hos". A multi-car pile-up where classism, sexism and basic human respect come down their individual roads and again. criss-cross at that dangerous traffic circle called racism. But where-oh-where was "teh funny"? Well, looking at the wreck CSI-style, we can suss out this much. He was probably falling back on the humor staple of the anachronism. The supposedly incongruous emanating from the unexpected source. Like the Staples commercial with the office dweebs dancing heartily to Salt n' Pepa's "Push It", or the nerdy arena organist freaking the Funkadelic keyboard part in Nike's "Roswell Rayguns" spot a few years ago. Imus thought it would be cute and ironic for a creepy, old White guy to diss young Black women based on their looks, using stilted ghetto lingo.

Except he forgot one thing. Creepy old White men dissing young Black women is such a part of Americana that it's near impossible to do it ironically. That is, without coming off as...yeah, a creepy, old White guy dissing young Black women based on their looks. How un-common. Non-racist. And gasp!--non-sexist.

Wait. You think I was gonna walk away from this and not deal with this doddering, play-cowboy f*ck's SEXISM on this sh*t? Oh no. Before I take him off the hook, let me tear his f*cking lips and gills out while doing so. Spare me please, the bullsh*t about how "The rappers do it too. He was borrowing from them". The "Michael Richards/Murder On The Orient Express" everybody's guilty excuse not only doesn't wash, but actually further soils matters. "Hos"? Context, if possible please, mother-f*cker? Were the Rutgers girls known to be promiscuous for pay? Reknowned "skanks" in the Paris Hilton mold? What did he know of them other than their being Black women? Is it some twisted holdover from slavery days where Black women were little more than disposable "bed-warmers"--simple sex objects to the moneyed slave-master elite? To be cackled at and sexualized all at the same time? It's the Hottentot Venus all over again. "Nappy-headed"? What the flying f*ck does their Goddamned hair texture have to do with thing the first--unless one is trying to somehow rip at the women because they don't hew to the oh-so-perfect beauty standard that Imus' late-life trophy wife so blondishly projects. How e-gali-f*cking-tarian. What fun it is to try to bring a group of women down--to disparage them just because they don't fit a narrow, silly-f*ck mold of what constitutes womanliness in the eyes of a few shallow, superficial pr*cks. This cuts close to the bone, here. My lawyer sister is a Rutgers Law School Alumni--active in the school post-graduation. My stepson's cousin is a starter for Duke's women's team. We've been to games and socialized with the players--as hard-working a group of student-athletes as I've ever seen--moreso than many I've come across, and that includes professionals .

And I have a daughter. An athletic African American teenaged daughter who's had to contend with the "beauty standard" bullsh*t foisted upon her by society in general. She's one of the few "chips in the cookie" at her school in Jersey and has enough to deal with on that tip. So for a prominent, and influential broadcaster to "jokingly"--ha-ha--call these Black women--who he doesn't even know--at Rutgers "Nappy-headed Hos", is to call my daughter a "Nappy-headed Ho" as well. And that ain't gonna sit well with me...ever. So for the record, f*ck R. Kelly. F*ck Luke from 2 Live Crew. F*ck Rush Limbaugh, and yes indeed Don Imus--f*ck your shriveled old *ss too.

By all means, tout the "beautiful", "blonde" Anna Kournikova as perfection on the tennis courts where she's won as many major tournaments as I have. Um... none, based on her looks alone. Raise to the heavens the equally blonde and "perfect" Maria Sharapova as your onanistic paragon in spite of her comparatively thin winning record--to that of the too-Black-to-be-considered-attractive and feminine, but more talented Williams sisters. Please...objectify these women to your sick, twisted, hateful heart's content. And then beg bullsh*t forgiveness when you overstep as usual and are exposed as the cultural, "Dimus-aur" you are. Quiver in mock-upset. Waver your voice in pretend shame at this week's ugly line-cross. I don't care if you unearth the bodies of PIgmeat Markham, Redd Foxx, and Richard Pryor, somehow re-animate 'em and bring 'em on your show in a weekly token Black comedian segment for penance. You picked on a bunch of girls out of high school a couple of years who just lost the game of their lives while trying to make something out of themselves in this world. So I say again, with gusto and a little extra spittle at you---f*ck your shriveled old *ss--to the second power. You wouldn't know funny if you sat on the toilet, had it crawl outta your *ss, look up between your liver-spotted legs waving a sign saying "Hello...I'm Funny", and then bit you on the nuts while humming the "i'm funny" blues at 115 decibels. Jesus Chocolate Christ--you still use a Richard Nixon impersonator on your show in 2007! F*ck if I can't wait for Bernie McGuirk's hilarious impersonation of Harold Stassen giving us his pointed take on those Iowa caucuses coming up.

And truly...truly spare the world your patronizing "I helped a n*gger once" sob stories. It smacks of your boy Joe Lieberman's "I was down with Civil Rights...once." punk-*ss bitchery. I know you Imus. I work in NY radio. I was friends with the late Monteria Ivey, a Black comedian you pimped as a protegé on your show and hooked up with an occasional show on FAN. He and I worked down the street from each other on TV projects for awhile in the city. Not the funniest Black guy in town...no way you'd have that, as it would've exposed you as the coasting burnout you are. But because as funny as he was, his stock and trade was limited to playing the "bad dozens-running n*gga" and other simple stereotypes you found heh-heh..."funny", he was cool to you. "Yeah...but I helped him!" you wanna blurt and interrupt. Well...your kind of "help" reminds me of a great line from a real comedian you wouldn't f*ck with if your life depended on it-- Chris Rock.

"If you're black, America is like the uncle that paid your way through college....but molested you.."

You're that uncle, Imus. That unfunny old uncle--stinking of Brylcreem, cocktail franks, Wild Irish Rose and the rotting remnants of a marginal talent long-ago consumed. Oh yeah...and sweat. Acrid, senses-assaulting flop sweat.

What was it you said? "Our agenda was to be funny".

It brings me back to Pryor's opening bit. "I Hope I'm Funny."

The man who had more funny in a single nose hair than you have in every inch of that sallow, wrinkled body of yours had the humility to openly hope he was funny before an audience. Yet you, possessing the all the laughs of a dumpster full of body parts go on the air day after day, squeezing out turd after turd of "funny" that your olfactorily-challenged *ss can't smell as plain old sh*t. .

Or perhaps you do know...and it doesn't really matter as the game for you is all about "teh powah", and the lame-*ss humor is just a front for what your game really is. Who knows? All I know is, your *ss is off the air for two weeks right now. And you're starting to feel the heat, as longtime advertisers like Staples, Proctor & Gamble and Bigelow Tea have dropped you faster than you dropped the acid tabs you cooked your brain with in '71. The Rutgers girls easily embarrassed you Tuesday with their poise and humanity contrasting with your coarse and demeaning rhetoric. You're bleeding in the water I-Man. And sharks are circling like a mother-f*cker.

The Richard Pryor bit about his divorce from his wife comes to mind here. It seemed that on the day he showed up in court, his soon-to-be ex came in looking angelic--crying, playing to the sympathies of all assembled.

"She had everybody cryin'. The bailiff. The lawyers. The mother-f*ckin' judge. Judge said, 'N*gger we want everything. You got any dreams? We want them, too."

It's come to that, Imus. You f*cked up that badly here. And maybe for the last time. "We want everything. You got any dreams mother-f*cker? We want them too".

- posted by LowerManhattanite

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Jonathan: "Real Baseball Is Back In NYC"




Thanks to Jonathan for this mets-related post!

NYT:

The sun was shining, the temperature stayed a few degrees north of bone chilling and the Shea Stadium stands were packed tighter than a clown car. The only ones not cooperating for the Mets’ home opener yesterday were their opponents, the Philadelphia Phillies, whose young left-hander Cole Hamels thwarted them through six innings before he left with a two-run lead.

With Hamels gone, the Mets did what good teams are supposed to do against suspect bullpens, erupting for seven runs in the eighth inning to coast to an 11-5 victory.

To the delight of the sellout crowd of 56,227, a franchise record for a home opener, the game turned when Philadelphia shortstop Jimmy Rollins, whose preseason proclamation that the Phillies were the team to beat in the division provided good tabloid fodder, booted a one-out, bases-loaded grounder by José Reyes that allowed the tying run to score. In a matter of minutes, after David Wright’s two-run double and Moises Alou’s two-run single, the Mets had demoralized a Philadelphia team that lost its third consecutive game and dropped to 1-6 this season. “It just happened,” Carlos Beltrán said. “When Jimmy made that error, everything changed.”


The defending National League East champions came home in style, with a big win over the trash talking Phillies. They are now 5-2, ½ game behind the Atlanta Braves.

Oh, fuck the fucking Yankees.

- posted by Jonathan

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Bump in the Beltway: "Weeknight Grub"




Thanks to Melanie from Bump it the Beltway for this great food crosspost!

This is my favorite I'm-too-tired-to-cook recipe.

Spaghetti al Carbonara

Serves 4 as a main course


5 oz pancetta

1 medium onion, finely chopped

1/4 cup dry white wine

1 lb spaghetti

3 large eggs

1 1/2 oz Parmigiano-Reggiano, finely grated (3/4 cup)

3/4 oz Pecorino Romano, finely grated (1/3 cup)

1 teaspoon coarsely ground black pepper

1/4 teaspoon salt


Cut pancetta into 1/3-inch dice, then cook in a deep 12-inch heavy skillet over moderate heat, stirring, until fat begins to render, 1 to 2 minutes. Add onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until onion is golden, about 10 minutes. Add wine and boil until reduced by half, 1 to 2 minutes.


Cook spaghetti in a 6- to 8-quart pot of boiling salted water until al dente.


While pasta is cooking, whisk together eggs, Parmigiano-Reggiano , Pecorino Romano (1/3 cup), 1 teaspoon coarsely ground black pepper, and 1/4 teaspoon salt in a small bowl.


Drain spaghetti in a colander and add to onion mixture, then toss with tongs over moderate heat until coated. Remove from heat and add egg mixture, tossing to combine. Serve immediately.


Cooks' note:


The eggs in this recipe will not be fully cooked, which may be of concern if there is a problem with salmonella in your area.


This can be made vegetarian by omitting the pancetta. I also like to replace the meat's flavor hit by adding capers or drained and rinsed marinated artichoke hearts. I have a girlfriend who keeps kosher and this is a trick I used when making this dish for her. When my herb garden begins to produce, I also like chopped fresh basil in this. This is an extremely flexible base onto which to project your own ideas. This is more of a technique than a formula.


- posted by Melanie of Bump in the Beltway

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Watson: "Imus"



Before the strange cowboy fixation set in


Thanks to Watson for this thought on Imus.

Imus has indicated that he will make programming changes in the aftermath of his sexist and racist comments about the Rutgers women basketball players.

Assuming that he is not taken off the air, I suggest that he voluntarily refrain from using blacks as the subject matter of his humor.


His on-air staff is all white, as are virtually all of his guests, so his black jokes don't have the 'all in the family' context appropriate for ethnic humor.

Health and income statistics indicate that blacks have not recovered from being legally confined to the bottom of our society, so these jokes have the ugly and cowardly aspect of kicking someone who is down.


Mr. Imus prides himself on being an 'equal opportunity bigot', so given the numerous other ethnic groups for him to lampoon, the black material should scarcely be missed.


- posted by Watson

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DrBopperTHP: "Wonkette - It's Hard Out Here For A Pimp!!!!"



He's gonna need a new background

Thanks to DrBopperTHP for this great wonkette find!
Wolfowitz Pays Arab Gal $200,000 Per Year To Fuck Him

World Bank boss and Neocon sociopath Paul Wolfowitz can’t manage to buy new socks, but he has given his Arab girlfriend $61,000 in raises for a job she actually left years ago — to work for Elizabeth Cheney at the State Department!

The girlfriend of the married Wolfowitz, Shaha Ali Riza, now earns $193,590 per year from the World Bank — that’s more than Condi Rice makes as secretary of state. And she apparently doesn’t even pay taxes, since she’s not an American.

Wolfowitz, who has the morals and dignity of a feral dog, finally put out a memo today taking “full responsibility” (he’s not quitting) for brazenly stealing money from the world’s poor to pay for his adulteress. The World Bank’s board will fire him later this week.

Wolfowitz Responds to Controversy Over Staffer [WSJ Washington Wire]
Earlier: Paul Wolfowitz Too Busy Ruining


Via wonkette

- posted by DrBopperTHP

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Walt: "My, How Time Does Fly ..."



Not quite the huge event they made it out to be....

Thanks to Walt for this great cross-post!

Has it only been four years, dear readers? Four short, sharp years since a statue fell in a public square (obligingly aided by one of the invader's tanks)? Four short, sweet years in which callow administrators, selected for their ideological purity, sallied forth to create an empire with the words of an earlier Empire's own bard ringing in their ears:

Take up the White Man's burden--
Send forth the best ye breed--
Go, bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait, in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild--
Your new-caught sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.

Take up the White Man's burden--
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain,
To seek another's profit
And work another's gain.

Take up the White Man's burden--
The savage wars of peace--
Fill full the mouth of Famine,
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
(The end for others sought)
Watch sloth and heathen folly
Bring all your hope to nought.

Take up the White Man's burden--
No iron rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper--
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go, make them with your living
And mark them with your dead.

Take up the White Man's burden,
And reap his old reward--
The blame of those ye better
The hate of those ye guard--
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light:--
"Why brought ye us from bondage,
Our loved Egyptian night?"

Take up the White Man's burden--
Ye dare not stoop to less--
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloak your weariness.
By all ye will or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent sullen peoples
Shall weigh your God and you.

Take up the White Man's burden!
Have done with childish days--
The lightly-proffered laurel,
The easy ungrudged praise:
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers.

- Rudyard Kipling, 1899


Ah, such winning words, and surely it was all done with the best of intentions. Lay aside the fact that we invaded a country that had done us no harm; leave on the table, unregarded, the fact that the causes of our invasion would make the accusers of Dreyfus blush; what matters is the here and now, four years on.

And now, four years, nearly 3,300 lives and nearly $350 billion ($8 billion of it still unaccounted for) later, what thanks are we getting from the "silent sullen peoples" of Iraq?

This (money quotes below):

Four years after that moment, with violence besieging the country, Jubouri is concerned with neither benchmarks nor timelines, troop strengths nor withdrawal dates. What he cares most about is security and order, of which, he said, he has seen very little. He blames Iraq's Shiite-led government and its security forces, and wishes for a return of the era led by the man whose statue he helped tear down.

But the numbers that most directly affect Jubouri are these: Seven of his relatives and friends have been killed, kidnapped or driven from their homes. He gets four hours of electricity a day, if he's lucky. The cost of cooking gas and fuel have soared, but his income is a quarter of what he used to earn.

And this (along with attendant money quote):

Calling the United States the "great evil," radical Shiite cleric Moqtada al-Sadr on Sunday accused U.S. forces of dividing Iraq by stoking violence. He also urged his Mahdi Army militiamen and Iraqi security forces to stop fighting each other in Diwaniyah, a southern city where clashes erupted late last week.


From the White House we can expect nothing literate, but I think that if Our Dear Leader was a reading man (mirabile dictu) he would loudly say:

"How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!"*





* That's from King Lear, by Shakespeare.

- posted by Walt

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Jo Public: "Dinsy Imus"



That whole cowboy thing - sheesh


Thanks to Jo Public for this great piece!

CNN:

“Howard Kurtz, media critic for The Washington Post and host of CNN’s ‘Reliable Sources,’ said Imus is known for his comedy, but, he said ‘the problem is... his comedy too often strays into the offensive.’

Kurtz, whom Imus once called a ‘boner-nosed, beanie-wearing Jew-boy,’ said Imus may now understand that his remarks about the Rutgers team crossed the line.

‘Imus should be held accountable for some of these offensive things that he says, but there is also a good side to Don Imus, and I don’t think that should be completely obliterated in all of this chest thumping,’ he said.”

I liked it better in the original British:

http://orangecow.org/pythonet/sketches/piranha.htm

Presenter: Another man who had his head nailed to the floor was Stig O’Tracy.

Interviewer: I’ve been told Dinsdale Piranha nailed your head to the floor.

Stig: No. Never. He was a smashing bloke. He used to buy his mother flowers and that. He was like a brother to me.

Interviewer: But the police have film of Dinsdale actually nailing your head to the floor.

Stig: (pause) Oh yeah, he did that.

Interviewer: Why?

Stig: Well he had to, didn’t he? I mean there was nothing else he could do, be fair. I had transgressed the unwritten law.

Interviewer: What had you done?

Stig: Er... well he didn’t tell me that, but he gave me his word that it was the case, and that’s good enough for me with old Dinsy. I mean, he didn’t *want* to nail my head to the floor. I had to insist. He wanted to let me off. He’d do anything for you, Dinsdale would.

Interviewer: And you don’t bear him a grudge?

Stig: A grudge! Old Dinsy. He was a real darling.

- posted by Jo Public

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eos0000: "The Clothes That Make The Midfielder"




Thanks to eos0000 for this great soccer post!

When Major League Soccer emerged onto the American sporting scene in 1996, its ten teams were saddled with nicknames like Wiz and Burn and Clash. (The punchline to a particularly bad joke at a urology conference? What a cymbalist does during the 1812 Overture?)

Considering what the league was already up against -- the failure of the NASL twelve years before, a potential audience that at best could be described as fractured, and the irrational hatred for the sport displayed by some Americans (among them a disproportionate number of sports journalists) -- it could not have been helpful that MLS teams were labeled with meaningless strings of text bearing no relation to their locations or the sport that they played.

Instead, the league's marketing department attempted to endow these generic labels with distinctiveness by other means. So every team got its own font -- ranging from D.C. United's stately serifs to the New England Revolution's spray-painted lettering to the Tampa Bay Mutiny's 1970s computer font.

(When Kappa outfitted the Mutiny in 2001, they not only put the team in their signature skin-tight jerseys, but they used that computer-inspired font for the players' names and numbers! The Mutiny folded after the season.)

And this eclectic typography was accompanied by iconography that ranged from the imperfect -- D.C.'s too-Teutonic eagle
and New England's fuzzy flag -- to the vaguely strange -- the Dallas Burn's fire-belching horse, the LA Galaxy's Wankel engine -- to the unidentifiable -- the San Jose Clash's lobster-scorpion and the Mutiny's mutant bat -- to the completely inexplicable -- the Galaxy's flaming carrot secondary logo to the Columbus Crew's men with hats.

And then there were the uniforms, featuring celery green, chlorophyll green, olive green, teal, and -- presumably controversially -- plain old green.

Granted, the 1990s weren't exactly a golden age of sporting iconography and attire, but MLS teams looked cheap and gimmicky even by those debauched standards. And because these ten teams had sprung full-grown from Alan Rothenberg's forehead mere months before, they had no history, no long-established presences in their communities, and thus no built-up reservoirs of good will that could have counteracted these disastrous first impressions.

To their credit, the league and its outfitters quickly recognized that they'd made serious mistakes -- for example, Nike's 1997 uniforms were markedly less odd-looking than those of the previous year (although they did introduce the world, for good or for ill, to "cloudy jade"). And, over the past decade or so, quite a few of those weirdnesses have fallen by the wayside.

Indeed, it could now be argued that -- identity- and appearance-wise, at least -- MLS teams have veered too far toward the traditional (or, considering that the league is only entering its twelfth year, the pseudo-traditional). Among the league's thirteen teams are FC Dallas, Toronto FC, CD Chivas USA (an affiliate of CD Guadalajara), and, most bizarrely, Real Salt Lake. And apparently only the objections of a certain
footwear company
prevented the rebranding of the Colorado Rapids as Arsenal Colorado FC.

And a league originally known for its idiosyncratic (and sometimes even interesting) colors of clothing now sees nearly its teams attired in red and blue and black and white -- the last traces of any sort of green will vanish when the gold-and-green Galaxy change their shirts when you-know-who arrives.

So while Major League Soccer would seem to have shed its initial identity as a cheap and gimmicky collection of teams with silly colors and sillier names, it hasn't yet established its new (and hopefully improved) identity. Perhaps this shouldn't be a surprise: after all, MLS has only just begun its twelfth season -- it's just another confused adolescent.

- posted by eos0000

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Happy Easter



Wishing our Christian friends a happy Easter this Sunday.

- posted by Jim in LA

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Driftglass: "Come Join Us - Part 2"


This is fiction

There are no

Interocitors

(Crossposted from driftglass.)

Thanks to Driftglass for this wonderful two-part piece.

(Continuing from Part One commentary on this article by Joshuah Bearman)

driftglass: No, Mr. Bearman, our monotheistic religious tradition began with a story about Abraham being prepared to kill his own son.

Also with God flooding the planet, stomping whole cities flat and fucking with Job on a bet.

Again, so what?

Other equally entertaining stories have Prometheus, chained to a rock, getting his liver ripped out and eaten by an eagle every day for all eternity. Another has Hercules holding the entire world while Atlas goes off to take a piss and get laid.

But between all of these mythologies, fairy tales and allegories and the moldering corpses of 39 idiots in 1997 stands The Enlightenment.

That proud march out from the darkness and unreason of superstition and boogie man fear, and in the end that is the lesson here. The lesson Mr. Bearman works so very hard to steer away from.

The simple lesson that those who demand that Reason be overthrown to make room for their superior, Alien/Astrology/Telepathic/ Illuminati/Rapture/Creationist line of bullshit Are. Your. Enemies.

Doesn’t matter if they smile. Doesn’t matter if they shed pious tears. Whoever wants you lobotomized – who wants you to swap the hard won evidence of your senses, causality, scientific method and common sense for a secret, magic, translucid semaphore visible and interpretable only by special adepts who will conveniently intermediate between you and The Higher Power – does not have your best interest at heart.

In fact there is a very good chance they are trying to kill you.

Mr. Bearman continues:

When you get down to it, just how much of human history is filled with willing martyrs for heaven or some other abstract cause? Two hundred thousand Englishmen were slaughtered for queen and country at the Somme. Does that make any more sense than what happened in Rancho Santa Fe?

The answer may be that this is the wrong question, because none of it makes sense. Dying for the patrie is just as arbitrary as dying for duty or glory or Marshall Herff Applewhite.


driftglass: What an immensely flippant and disgraceful thing to believe. And how unintentionally ironic that the author – who has held himself in state of nearly spine-snapping moral contortion as he attempts to avoid “judging” a suicide cult – casts the casual and deplorable judgment that “dying for duty” and dying “…for Marshall Herff Applewhite” are equally arbitrary.

All deaths, while equally final, are not created equal. The Jew who got marched into an Auschwitz shower was not morally equivalent to the Nazi hanged for war crimes. The soldier who jumps onto a grenade to save his platoon is not the moral equivalent of some double-wide-dwelling Scarface-wannabe who beefs it when his meth lab explodes.

How did that not occur to you, Mr. Bearman?

In this very, very, very long article on 39 children of the late 20th Century who were conned into stepping in front of a bus with smiles on their faces, how did it come to you that their fatal folly is somehow equivalent to standing between your fellow human beings and harm at the cost of your own life?

How do you not get the difference between a mother dying to save her child, and a mother drowning her child because the Alien Jebus Man says so?

Because to whatever extent you are incapable of comprehending that, is the extent to which you have no business putting pen to paper and opining about a god damned thing.

… He now realizes that’s been his job since DO came up with the idea of writing a screenplay in 1996.

The script incorporates the Heaven’s Gate cosmogony. Humans are bit players in a vast galactic drama, including at least one alien summit on Mars. The protagonist is a telepathic man-dog descended from the Atlanteans who has a crystal embedded in his forehead and journeys to Earth to grow a soul. Rio and OLLODY started the first version when the group lived in Pleasant Valley, Arizona, and DO decided that a screenplay would be a ticket to the masses. The first draft was several hundred pages long, and featured concept art for all the different alien races and ships. NBC, Rio said, was interested.


driftglass: But he really wants to direct.



We were at a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf on Beverly Glen when Rio told me that some time soon, the Earth will shift its axis and many people will die. I had just sat down with a chocolate-covered graham cracker, and the sun was setting. Information of this kind, he said, arrives in his mind like a ticker tape, providing constant updates in thought form. “I can’t yet say when the axis will shift,” he added with his usual conviction. “But hopefully that will come soon.” When I asked if this ticker tape is coming straight from DO, he said, “I think so.”


but Rio’s not just a charlatan. He definitely believes in something, although it’s hard to tell what exactly that something is. In a nutshell, the message is “Buy the book.” Beyond that, I’m not exactly sure. The Next Level seems to have chosen some elliptical emissaries. Following in DO’s footsteps, Rio speaks very precisely about impossibly vague things.


These people were so alienated they literally believed there are aliens. If that’s what absolute tranquility requires, it’s a psychological Rubicon I’m not willing to cross. For those who did, I don’t want to judge them other than to say that there was likely another answer for them, one that didn’t entail 39 grieving families.



driftglass: And that is the mistake. That is the fatal weakness. Because just as there are too many people who are far too quick to judge others by superficialities like race, sexual orientation or degree of Dirty Hippyness, there are also too many people reflexively unwilling to judge anything at all.

Who are far too willing to shrug and say “Meh?” to every differentiation because they have been taught that everything from culottes to mass suicide is a matter of taste.

Which is a lie.

Because there are some things that demand judgment.

Things that scream up from our blood and bones “Run! Now!” And when we don’t label them clearly for what they are -- when we chloroform our most basic survival instincts and let apple juice sit side-by-side with carbolic acid in the fridge, ‘cause hey, who are we to say which is good and which is bad? -- that is the moment when we strip away the only armor we have to defend ourselves from charlatans and killers.

That is the moment we sell our species into ignorant slavery.

That is the moment when death wins.

But let’s let Unca Harlan tell it, ‘cause he tells it so damned well.

Ellison:

Everywhere, today, the question is being asked: what did the Heaven's Gate cultists have to do with science fiction. Try this for an answer: nothing.

They had everything to do with that hideous verbal crotchet "sci-fi," however. And they are light-years apart, so don't confuse them. At peril of your life.

Almost exactly one year ago, my heart tried to kill me. Before I could die, they cracked me open and did a quadruple bypass. But for a moment, I shook hands with death, and in that bonding I got a tough insight; and this I now know for certain: In those gasping last moments of the Rancho Santa Fe cultists, as they were descending into their death sleep, they were thinking Please help me; I'm going into the darkness and I need to know! Yeah, we all want to know...the answers that make sense of a world growing ever more complex, of lives that seem to be controlled by forces too big for our puny intellects, of a journey without sufficient noble purpose.

Traditionally, answers have been sought in philosophy or religion or mysticism of one kind or another. What's the sense of it all, in a bewildering universe that doesn't seem to know or care that we're here? But from those sources no fully integrated or fully satisfying answers have come.

And those answers may not be anywhere in the literary genre called science fiction, either, but one thing is for damned sure: they are not to be found in the cheapjack foolishness of "sci-fi."

The concepts that abound in fantastical literature have the magical capacity to inspire dreams that become enriching reality. Science fiction, like The Whole Earth Catalog, is only an implement, a tool of the mind's imagination. It employs the technique called extrapolation, allowing us to play the game of what-if?. A game of intellect and daring, of special dreaming and determination not to buy into all those boneheaded beliefs that always tell use we're too stupid and too inadequate to prevail. That we need some kind of mythical alien or supernatural babysitter to get us over the rough spots. Science fiction says otherwise. It is an idea-rich literature that is, at core, hopeful and progressive, that always says--with a nod to the reawakening of a competent human spirit--there will be a tomorrow. It may be troubling, and it may require us to get a lot smarter, but there will be a tomorrow for us to work at.

"Sci-fi," that hunchbacked, gimlet-eyed, slobbering village idiot of a bastardized genre, says only that logic is beyond us, understanding must be crushed underfoot, that the woods are full of monsters and aliens and conspiracies and dread and childish fear of the dark. The former is a literature that can open the sky to all the possibilities of change and chance; the latter is hysterical and as overripe as rotten fruit, that can turn all rational conjecture into a nightmare from which one escapes only by phenobarb-laced applesauce or a slug of grape Kool-aid straight up with cyanide. The former says responsibility for your life is the key; the latter assures you that you ain't got the chance of a hairball in a cyclotron.

And that is the dichotomy of science fiction, as opposed to the tabloid mentality of UFO abductions, triangular-headed ETs, reinterpreted biblical apocrypha, and just plain bone stick stone gullibility. It is obscurantism and illiteracy, raised to the level of dogma. It requires that you be as ignorant today as you were yesterday, that you be no brighter than the sap who keeps playing three-card monte on a street corner with a hustler who will never cut you a break.

"Sci-fi" is what the Rancho Santa Fe sleepers bought, in that flashy but adolescent shell-game called Waitin' for the UFO. They were philosophical suckers who turned away from the genuine wonders of the real world and all its solvable mysteries, to embrace the sophomore horse-puckey of astrology and government conspiracies and recastings of Jesus as a deep-space navigator. That has nothing to do with the problem-solving and curiosity of science fiction...it has everything to do with the monster fear and dread produced by the dumbness of "sci-fi."

Stop being exploited by greedy thugs who only want to sell you movie tickets and poisonous delusions that enrich them by your stupidity and fear. Because the truth is in this: neither Heaven nor Hell, and certainly not a flying saucer, can be found in the tail of a comet.



driftglass: Think about it. Reality stretches out in all directions for billions upon billions of light years, curving ever outward into the most magnificent cathedral imaginable. Its brick and mortar writ both vastly smaller and larger than we can imagine.

Not a single human thumbprint has yet left its whorl on a single patch of dust on a single planet other than our own.

Not a single human breathe has been exhaled anywhere but inside the Terra/Luna womb.

Not a single human being of the billions who have lived and died has had a home place anywhere but here.

And yet, in the face of the invincible truth of this unrivaled adventure for which we are uniquely suited…we pull back in fear.

We tremble and cower at the edge of this ocean, hiding out in medieval dreams, terrified of the implacable Real. We turn our back to the billion galaxies and pervert the only thing that gives our species grace – our imagination – into telling us that it’s really not there, or that we can only participate in it if we gobble down a bellyful of barbituates, alcohol and sci-fi twaddle.

That since nothing can be greater than our egos, since nothing can exist outside the span of our experience, we can only fulfill our place in the Universe if we go out in a blaze of Apocalyptic glory. That the Universe is not a never-ending epic, but a mere haiku. 17 syllables that began in a Garden and will end in…Fire?

Rapture?

Ice?

God rolling over in his sleep and dreaming again?

In the tail of a passing comet?

Everyone has to work out for themselves what kind of deity – if any -- they see at work in the world. If you are a thinking person, you’ll probably spend most of you life figuring that answer out, revising it, throwing it in the wood chipper, cursing Heaven for its silence in the face of tragedy, and then taking another cut at it.

That’s how this game is played.

But you will never, ever find any answers in, as Ellison put it, “obscurantism and illiteracy”; the two valves of the dark heart of all theocracy.

Down among those who demand that you jettison your reason in favor of mysticism filtered through messianic authority you will only find con men

wearing crowns

Rouged-up beasts

posing as prophets


And death.


- posted by Driftglass



Watson: "Recognizing Israel"



Everything looks mellow from space

Thanks to Watson for this piece.

On March 30, 2007 in 'Many Plans, No News', The NYT's Thomas Friedman criticizes the BushCo effort in Israel-Palestine, and endorses the plan that Clinton was working on when he left office. Friedman goes on to reproach Hamas, Fatah, and implicitly the Saudis, for not acknowledging Israel's existence:

Indeed, all that is on the table now is the restated Saudi peace initiative, calling for full peace with Israel after full withdrawal and justice for Palestinian refugees - with no maps, details or Arab plan for how to pursue it with Israel. And we have the Saudi-brokered Mecca peace accord between Hamas and Fatah, which doesn't even acknowledge Israel.

If you read the Mecca agreement, said [Dennis] Ross, "Israel appears only as an adjective, not as a noun. Israel only appears in the agreement modifying words like 'aggression' and 'occupation,' but never appears as a noun - much less as a state to be recognized." '


Given our media's coverage of this issue, it's understandable that we in the US might view the Palestinians' stance as mean-spirited, bone-headed, or anti-Semitic.

The piece below from the March 2, 2007 Christian Science Monitor is noteworthy in that it discuses the status of Israel from the Palestinian point of view. The author, John V. Whitbeck, is described as 'an international lawyer who has advised Palestinian officials in negotiations with Israel'. Whitbeck distinguishes among three scenarios: 'recognizing Israel', 'recognizing Israel's existence', and 'recognizing Israel's right to exist'.

Here's Mr. Whitbeck on 'What "Israel's right to exist" means to Palestinians':

' "Recognizing Israel" or any other state is a formal legal and diplomatic act by one state with respect to another state. It is inappropriate - indeed, nonsensical - to talk about a political party or movement [e.g. Hamas or Fatah] extending diplomatic recognition to a state.
...

' "Recognizing Israel's existence" appears on first impression to involve a relatively straightforward acknowledgment of a fact of life. Yet ... what Israel? within what borders? Is it the 55 percent of historical Palestine recommended for a Jewish state by the UN General Assembly in 1947? The 78 percent of historical Palestine occupied by the Zionist movement in 1948 ...? The 100 percent of historical Palestine occupied by Israel since June 1967? ... Israel has never defined its own borders, since doing so would necessarily place limits on them.
...

'There is an enormous difference between "recognizing Israel's existence" and "recognizing Israel's right to exist." From a Palestinian perspective, the difference is in the same league as the difference between asking a Jew to acknowledge that the Holocaust happened and asking him to concede that the Holocaust was morally justified. For Palestinians to acknowledge the occurrence of the Nakba -- the expulsion of the great majority of Palestinians from their homeland between 1947 and 1949 -- is one thing. For them to publicly concede that it was "right" for the Nakba to have happened would be something else entirely. For the Jewish and Palestinian peoples, the Holocaust and the Nakba, respectively, represent catastrophes and injustices on an unimaginable scale that can neither be forgotten nor forgiven.
...

'To demand that Palestinians recognize "Israel's right to exist" is to ... imply Palestinians' acceptance that they deserve what has been done and continues to be done to them. Even 19th-century US governments did not require the surviving native Americans to publicly proclaim the "rightness" of their ethnic cleansing by European colonists as a condition precedent to even discussing what sort of land reservation they might receive.

(via Portside )


- posted by Watson

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Nikkos: "Tancredo Joins La Raza"



Tancredo supporters rejoice at the news

Thanks to Nikkos for this piece!

The Tancredo for President Campaign would like to remind you, the American voter, that Rep. Tancredo was bashing Spanish and the ghetto-dwelling people that speak it LONG before ol’ Newt even knew the difference between a Taco Bell Crunch Wrap and a Crunch Wrap Supreme (turns out it’s the sour cream).

Why, it was only yesterday that I entertained the nativist’s wet dream ticket for 2008: Gingrich/Tancredo. Apparently Newtie’s not the only one concerned that the rest of the GOP herd will leave them in the proverbial dust, as Tancredo made it official and announced his candidacy via ham radio from an undisclosed location in Iowa.

Finally, a politician that’s serious about the issues facing America today: immigration, immigration, immigration and Duane “Dog” Chapman.

It should be fun watching Newt and Tancredo trying to out-crazy each other, although announcing separate bids for the Presidency may simply be shrewd strategy on their part: I mean, it's not like Newt and Tom can be at EVERY gun range in the country at the same time. This allows them to divide and conquer, as it were. Plus, just think how relieved the rest if us will be when they ultimately join forces and combine their respective campaigns into one huge electoral juggernaut (ahem).

(Being a speechwriter for either of these guys must be hell. See, when you're a raving nativist posing as a viable candidate, there are an awful lot of turns of phrase that are simply verboten, due to their unfortunate historical connotations. There I go again.)

Link 1: http://www.rockymountainnews.com/drmn/local/article/0,1299,DRMN_15_5176541,00.html

Link 2: http://myfriendscallmenikkos.blogspot.com/2007/04/keeping-those-stereotypes-alive.html

Link 3: http://www.teamtancredo.com/issues.asp

Link 4: http://www.teamtancredo.com/chapmansupporters.asp

Link to my blog: http://myfriendscallmenikkos.blogspot.com/

- posted by Nikkos

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Bump in the Beltway: "Corn"



Yum

Thanks to Melanie from Bump in the Beltway for this great cross-post!

This pulls together a number of my interests in one story:

Boom for corn drives planting record

Friday, March 30, 2007

NEW YORK: U.S. farmers are planning to plant more corn this year than at any time since World War II as farmers rush to cash in on high prices bolstered by demand for ethanol.
The United States Department of Agriculture released a report Friday on prospective plantings that estimated that American farmers would plant 90.5 million acres of corn in 2007, a 15 percent increase over last year and the most since 1944.

Considered one of the most highly anticipated agriculture reports in years, if not decades, the prospective plantings report promises to have broad implications throughout the agriculture, food and energy sectors.

The rush to plant corn comes at the cost of other crops, particularly soybeans and cotton. The Department of Agriculture said that if farmers followed through with their stated intentions, soybean acreage would drop 11 percent and cotton acreage would fall 20 percent.

"This year, we are planting wall-to-wall corn," said Webb Bozeman, a farmer in Flora, Mississippi, who normally plants cotton, corn and soybeans. "Corn is profitable. Cotton is pretty much break-even at best."

Commodity markets reacted immediately to the report, with corn futures falling 5 percent. Soybean futures also fell, about 3 percent, but they have gained more than 30 percent over the last year on expectations that farmers would reduce acreage. Cotton futures rose about 0.5 percent.

With corn prices expected to soften, at least temporarily, the report should ease concerns about rises in food costs, which had started to tick upwards.


As you know I love to cook and love good, fresh food. It's impossible to tell from this story what kinds of corn are being planted this spring, but the really, really exceptional human food we get around here comes mostly from the eastern shore of Maryland and the Delmarva and it is some of the most exquisite stuff I have ever eaten.

I live a pretty spare life and don't crave or require much in the way of luxuries, but I have two in which I indulge every summer: I eat as much fresh sweet corn and heritage tomatoes as I can carry home from the Farmers' Market each week. After all, that has to hold me for the rest of the year. To me, heaven would be to have a yard with a big vegetable garden. Since I'm without that, I'm scheming to lay out my herb garden in the sunny patch on the retaining wall that lines my back stairs.

Tips for serving corn on the cob which will keep your guests asking for more: don't shuck it until you are ready to put it in the pot. If you want to steam it in the coals of your grill, soak the unshucked ears in a sink full of cold water for 30 minutes and then lay the ears directly on the coals: fresh corn will steam in about 15 minutes. You can also char the shucked ears on top of the grill for a very different flavor. Use olive oil on both the grill and the raw ears to get a good char without burning.

To serve: use unsalted, whipped butter and sea salt or popcorn salt (they stick better.) Give me a pot full of Silver Queen 606 and a couple of Millionaire tomatoes, some salt, butter, fresh basil, olive oil, some fresh mozzarella and a pepper grinder and dinner is served!

It was warm enough to grill out here today and the cherry blossoms have just begun to bloom. At this time of the year, the Mid-Atlantic is in its glory. Except for the pollen, of course. My eyes itch.

- posted by Bump in the Beltway's Melanie

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Driftglass: "Come Join Us - Part 1"



It’s soooo beautiful here.

(Crossposted from driftglass.)

Thank you, Driftglass - great post

A grim anniversary compels me to come off the blocks a little early for next weekend’s

Blog Against Theocracy.
(Logo courtesy of Tengrain)

Ten years ago – on March 27, 1997 -- 39 members of the Heaven’s Gate cult committed mass suicide by swallowing a mixture of magical thinking, vodka, Phenobarbital, bad sci-fi and apple sauce.

A few weeks later, Harlan Ellison weighted in with this now-famous Newsweek commentary on the cult, their beliefs and their predictable ending.

Now, ten years later, Mr. Joshuah Bearman has written a long and sympathetic piece on the Cult and Rio DiAngelo -- the sole survivor of the day the Gaters finally chose to play out the final act of their game of Blind Man’s Follow The Leader.

Right off the cliff and into oblivion.

As Mr. Bearman strives to pose and frame Mr. DiAngelo’s story in the gentlest, and most favorable light possible, he simultaneously struggles in a way that is positively Boderian to avoid judging exactly that which most desperately cries out for a verdict.

It is not the article I would have written. Shit, Ellison’s article is the one I woulda written if I had those kind of chops.

The Gaters offed themselves during the sunny days of the Clinton Era, when it was deeply disturbing to learn that 39 people had gotten themselves so…ensorcelled…by a stupid idea that they talked themselves into personal extinction over it.

Now, in the grim, twin shadows of 9/11 and Iraq, it should be all too clear to us that Big, Apocalyptic Visions in the hands of any band of zealous lunatics – whether we know them as Taliban, Neocon, Shining Path or Christopath -- is the principle, looming danger of the 21st Century.

In a world that is ideologically gas-soaked and tinder-dry, there is simply no place left for anyone who think god or aliens or the family dog is telling them to start tossing torches around.

Here are key observations from M. Bearman’s piece, intercut with my own words, and followed by the Ellison article which, ten years later, could not be more timely.

Heaven's Gate: The Sequel

Ten years after the 39 suicides, the sole survivor is back – and he has something urgent to tell us.
By JOSHUAH BEARMAN


Rio DiAngelo has a message he wants to share with the world. It’s an important message, one that begins in space. That’s where he came from, and where he will one day return, following in the footsteps of his 39 friends.



Rio’s friends knew what to do.

When another amateur astronomer announced on Art Bell’s conspiracy-minded radio show that he’d taken a picture of Hale-Bopp showing an elongated fuzzy brightness lurking in the tail, word quickly spread in UFO circles that there was an alien spacecraft accompanying the comet.


driftglass: Do you see the Emperor’s New Clothes too?!?

Remote-sensing practitioner Courtney Brown collected clairvoyant “data” that also suggested an extraterrestrial presence. DO’s followers went out and bought a telescope. They couldn’t see the ship themselves, but that wasn’t important.


driftglass: Why yes, I do. Aren’t they splendid?

Aren’t they magnificent?

Aren’t they just to die for?

What Mr. Bearman does not mention is this (from Wikipedia)…

In November 1996, amateur astronomer Chuck Shramek of Houston, Texas took a CCD image of the comet, which showed a fuzzy, slightly elongated object nearby. When his computer sky-viewing program did not identify the star, Shramek called the Art Bell radio program to announce that he had discovered a "Saturn-like object" following Hale-Bopp. UFO enthusiasts, such as remote viewing proponent Courtney Brown, soon concluded that there was an alien spacecraft following the comet. In fact, the object was simply an 8.5-magnitude star, SAO141894, which did not appear on Shramek's computer program because the user preferences were set incorrectly. [3] Reportedly, Shramek refused to admit to his mistake when this was pointed out to him.

Later, Art Bell even claimed to have obtained an image of the object from an anonymous astrophysicist who was about to confirm its discovery. However, astronomers Olivier Hainaut and David J. Tholen of the University of Hawaii stated that the alleged photo was an altered copy of one of their own comet images.


Details, details, details…

Mr. Bearman continues:


For years, they’d been hoping to return to the Kingdom of Heaven, which they called “Evolutionary Level Above Human,” or the “Next Level.” Day in, day out, the group — which they always said was not a cult but a “classroom for growing a soul” — had learned to transcend human existence through rigorous discipline. In preparation for the final step of leaving their human bodies, or “exiting their vehicles,” the group assembled uniforms: matching black Nikes and homemade black pants and shirts, each adorned with a custom-made triangular patch that said “HEAVEN’S GATE AWAY TEAM.”



Most people remember the bizarre unfolding of details surrounding the largest mass suicide in U.S. history, but few recall the sole survivor. Rio had been fitted with his departure uniform, and was prepared to “graduate with the rest of the class.” Then, one day in February, as the exit plans were coming together, Rio woke up and felt he had some unnamed thing yet to do here on Earth.

He had followed his instincts before, when he abandoned his life to join the group, and now the directive coming into his awareness was telling him to leave the mansion. Rio was confused, and had an emotional meeting with DO, who telepathically consulted the Next Level. Word came back that Rio should stay behind; that it was all part of the plan. Rio was given a camera, a computer, $1,000 for living expenses and $12.50 for train fare back to Los Angeles.



driftglass:
OK campers, this is a really important lesson. If the phrases:
“In preparation for the final step of leaving their human bodies…”

“He had followed his instincts before, when he abandoned his life to join the group…”

“…the directive coming into his awareness was telling him…”

“…who telepathically consulted the Next Level.”

are any part of your decision-making process beyond what your answers are to a random Cosmo quiz you are doing in a salon waiting room (Sexy?…Or Very Sexy?) then RUN DO NOT WALK out of whatever epistemological opium den you’ve wandered into.

No kidding. See, this is where Not Crazy People suddenly realize that the ground has opened up beneath them and, at best, nothing but the impoverishing end of another Divine Ponsi Scheme awaits them.

And at worst, there is nothing but the grave ahead.

On the other hand, here --

Three of his fellow followers, those who “dropped out” before graduation, killed themselves in subsequent weeks and months so as to not miss out on their one brief opportunity to pass through Heaven’s Gate.


-- is what Crazy People do.


With the 10th anniversary of the Exit coming up on March 27, Rio e-mailed our managing editor and offered to do his first interview since writing a self-published book, Beyond Human Mind: The Soul Evolution of Heaven’s Gate, an account of his experience that will “clarify the truth about the group and their amazing agenda.”

...

I called right away. I’d heard about Rio before and thought about trying to track him down. When I pointed this out to Rio the first time we met, he quickly chalked it up to cosmic significance.


When I’d read about Rio, I’d always assumed that he’d survived because he came to his senses and realized the flaw in Heaven’s Gate’s suicide pact. In fact, Rio remains a true believer, one for whom a divine mission has crystallized. He began our first interview by asking me to be sure to include his prepared declaration, part of which reads:

“I am alive not because I rejected anything about Heaven’s Gate.

“I am alive because I have discovered something so extraordinarily important to the world that it needs to pass on to you in its most true and accurate form from ME.”



How does one come to understand their messianic blessings? For DO, that journey began in a Houston psychiatric hospital in 1972. Marshall Herff Applewhite, or Herff, as the charismatic son of an itinerant Presbyterian minister was then called by his friends, had been a talented musician, well-liked teacher, choir director, and singer with the Houston Grand Opera. But those days were over. He’d left his wife and children after a tryst with a male student led to his requested resignation from a university position. Herff was adrift, torn by his sexual desires, and shaken by voices in his head.


driftglass:
Ding!ding!ding!ding!!

Another of the bastard children of bad religion and sexual confusion slouches towards Jerusalem to be born.



In the hospital, Herff met Bonnie Lu Trousdale Nettles, a registered nurse whose investigations into astrology and theosophy were guided by communications with a 19th-century monk named “Brother Francis.” …

Then, one summer, on the banks of the Rogue River in Oregon, among the wildflowers and sugar pines, Bonnie and Herff were struck by a “vibration like thunder,” a simultaneous disclosure that they were the two witnesses foretold in the Bible’s vision of Apocalypse.



Severing all ties fit their belief system, in which DO and TI had come to see themselves as extraterrestrial representatives from the Evolutionary Level Above Human. DO, they’d decided, was the very same alien spirit that had inhabited Jesus, and TI was his Heavenly Father. Updating esoteric, early Christianity by way of science fiction, their millennial paradise could be found only by renouncing terrestrial attachments and shedding one’s “container” or “vehicle” to ascend into space and live eternally with the Chief of Chiefs, or God.


driftglass: Why continue? It makes for a crappy narrative because you know how this story ends.

How it almost always ends.

No, what is of interest to me is how the writer framed this piece and what it reveals about one of our most dangerous cultural Achilles’ Heel.

...
This was a very frustrating conversation. I wanted to do justice to Rio’s ideas, because he really means them.


driftglass:
So does the BTK murderer.

So did the Son of Sam.

So did Zodiac.

So did Manson.

So what?

Of what relevance is the sincerity of a madman who smiles at the thought of his dead friends.

Or, as Nietzsche very succinctly put if: “A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.”


It was difficult, though, when I realized he was literally suggesting that alien craft insert intangible essences in select human beings. So I asked a lot of detailed questions, which was equally frustrating for Rio, since many of them amounted to a challenge. “I don’t expect you to believe me,” Rio said at one point. “I wouldn’t believe me. But this works.”

“What works?”

“This system for growing a soul that DO brought back to Earth.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know. I can feel it. It’s something I experienced.”

It’s hard to argue with fundamental subjectivity. I’m guessing that Rio has not followed much of the 20th-century debate about epistemology, since the proof for Rio — the bedrock upon which rests the undeniable, immutable, universal truth of DO’s teachings — is a dream he had regularly as a kid.



Weird, yes, but how much weirder than other things we’ve come to accept? Like, say, partaking in the body and blood of Christ every Sunday? We all know that Jesus, one of many schismatic religious peddlers in biblical Judea, was scorned for his beliefs. When dealing with extreme behavior like collective suicide, it’s a natural response to look for an easy explanation, such as “These people are nut jobs.”


That they killed themselves for it seems bizarre only because it happened in San Diego, with five Jamba Juices and a Green Burrito nearby. At the turn of the previous millennium, Christian Europe was full of apocalyptic sects prepared for blood. And many medieval Christian monks castrated themselves for the sake of purity. In Diane Sawyer’s interview, she is shocked by how many children DO’s followers left behind, but our monotheistic religious tradition began when Abraham prepared to kill his own son.


End of Part 1 of 2.

- posted by Driftglass

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DrBopperTHP: "BBC - US no longer technology king"



Second place is a set of steak knives

Thanks to DrBopperTHP for this story!

US 'no longer technology king'

The US has lost its position as the world's primary engine of technology innovation, according to a report by the World Economic Forum.
The US is now ranked seventh in the body's league table measuring the impact of technology on the development of nations.

A deterioration of the political and regulatory environment in the US prompted the fall, the report said.

The top spot went for the first time to Denmark, followed by Sweden.

Innovation

Countries were judged on the integration of technology in business, the infrastructure available, government policy favourable for fostering a culture of innovation and progress and leadership in promoting the usage of the latest information technology tools.

The Networked Readiness Index, the sixth of its kind published by the World Economic Forum with Insead, the Paris-based business school, scrutinised progress in 122 economies worldwide.

Despite losing its top position, the US still maintained a strong focus on innovation, driven by one of the world's best tertiary education systems and its high degree of co-operation with industry, the report said.
- posted by DrBopperTHP

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LowerManhattanite: "Radio Silence"



Thanks to LowerManhattanite for yet another fantastic piece!!



The year was 1980. Senior year of High School.

It was Manhattan. The height of disco, debauchery and dissolution--a happy time in NYC if you were young, free and in search of a good time. Our crew at school was a fun one. Black kids. White kids. Latin Kids. Asian Kids. All taking full advantage of the ripe, swollen fruit of a city splayed out before us when the bell sounded the school day's end.

Oh yeah, one rabid republican kid rolled with us too. Let's call him J.B.

Total Reagan worshipper--at the age of seventeen if you can imagine that. Came in skipping like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz the day after election day. I'm sure that when Ronnie ran that "ketchup is a vegetable" bullsh*t, J.B. was down at the garden supply store haranguing a clerk for ketchup seeds.

Kid was a true believer--in the scary-borderline worst way.

Whenever he got the chance, he'd throw Saint Ronnie, "The Great Prevaricat-uh...Communicator" up in our faces. Every Bob Hope-writer-scrawled Reagan quip--was Keats to him. Every Reagan victory--was the flag on Iwo-f*cking-Jima. Ronnie was Jesus, and all of us who hated him were whip-wielding Jews and Romans as far as he was concerned. But oddly, J.B. still hung with us. Apparently, he was lonely. Imagine that! And I guess we found him entertaining. He was our clique's own "troll" I suppose, and we let him hang around. Eventually he became a friend, in spite of his politics, which we regarded as some sort of weird after-effect of political abuse in the home at the hands of his equally wingnutty parents.

The years would go by, and occasionally I'd see him here or there. He worked in video, and he'd always make a point of razzing me about this GOP victory or that one when he saw me on a soundstage or supply house somewhere. The mid 90's was a political, gold-bars-being-handed-out-at-an-unlimited-touching-free-groping-and-free-beer-t*tty bar for him--and he made no bones about reveling in victory every time he saw me during those heady "Contract With America" years.

I last saw J.B. in mid '05 at a camera store. He was a haughty freeper, still.

Until Saturday. When I ran into him at J&R (an electronics store) in Manhattan.

"Heyyyyyy, J.B.", I practically leered. "How's that party of yours doi-"

"I'D RATHER NOT JOKE ABOUT IT!", he spat, cutting me off.

"Awwww, come on man...I know you've got something good for me-"

"WHAT ABOUT 'I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT' DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?

"What? We can't talk politics?"

"There's