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  1. My 2006 New Year's Resolution
  2. Your 2006 New Year's Resolutions
  3. Torture Approved for Academy Awards
  4. Calling all Parents of Boys
  5. Torture Approved for Rose Parade
  6. Another Way
  7. Double Bill of the Year
  8. History Lesson from Hell - Operation: Last Patrol
  9. Mr. Metaphor presents The Impossibles
  10. What I Would Have Added to the Constitution of the United States Had I been Around from the Get-Go
  11. The Corner of Irate and Insane
  12. Arithmetic from Hell
  13. Testimony of the Year
  14. Sophistimicated Doowacky of the Year
  15. Cheney Bags His Limit
  16. Quiz of the Year
  17. Party Recipes from Hell
  18. Deluded Idiot of the Year
  19. The De Beers Theory of the Iraq War
  20. The Simpson Episode from Hell
  21. Debunk of the Year
  22. The Difference Between Religion and Myth
  23. Mr. Conspiracy Says...
  24. Co-Sponsor of This Issue
  25. An Independence Day Carol
  26. Opportunity for Myschief
  27. The Real Threat of Global Warming
  28. Don't Take My Word For It (on the subject of writing)
  29. What the Bush Administration Forgot to Get Before it Invaded Iraq
  30. Mid-Term Election Guide
  31. E-Mails of the Year
  32. Best Reason to Restore Your Faith in Mankind
  33. Bong Hits for Jesus
  34. An American Person's Reply to Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's "Letter to the American People."
  35. Top 10 Christmas Movies I Want to See
  36. Satan Doesn't Want You To Know


My 2006 New Year's Resolution

We welcome a new year that doesn't look like it could possibly be worse than the last one. We welcome it with open arms because the possibilities are endless, an unfolding drama of global magnitude where all our lives are at stake and it seems we can do nothing against the relentless drive of the egomaniacs who consider themselves the center of the universe.

I can't do anything about them. I can only do something about me.

Most people seem to treat beliefs like an on/off switch, you either believe something or you don't, but I've found it more practical to treat beliefs like a dimmer switch, using a grading system taught to me by Robert Anton Wilson. 

He assigned a simple list of 2-9 to every possible thing there was to be believed, deliberately leaving out the numbers one and ten since there is no such thing as absolute certainty. The most you can believe something is nine because you might be wrong. The most you can disbelieve something is two because you might be wrong. You could be a butterfly's dream. The big bang theory? A nine. Immaculate conception? A two. You can't absolutely believe or disbelieve anything because the universe is simply too complex for a mortal brain to comprehend. There are too many pieces (and peaces) missing from the formula to come to unequivocal conclusions about absolutely anything, so the only road to mental health is to rid your belief grading system of the top and bottom numbers in order to allow yourself to change your mind on a dime. Everything is possible. Nothing is incontrovertible.

Changing a tire should be much harder than changing your mind since you actually have to do something. You can change your mind while just sitting there but somehow most people find having to deal with something they thought was indisputable to be infinitely more difficult than dealing with a lug wrench.

People went nuts when Galileo suggested that earth wasn't the center of the universe. They rioted and burnt and pillaged and tortured anyone who dared to consider the possibility that the earth went around the sun instead of vice versa. Why? Because the number ten was in their belief system. If they only assigned a nine to their knowledge that everything in the universe rotated around the human race, they could have said Hmmmm, maybe I was wrong, maybe we're not so important after all. Tell me more, Galileo.

How many times have you gone nuts because you thought s/he loved you or that God was kind? You'd have been much better equipped to get on with your life if you had only assigned these concepts a nine. If something in the real world contradicted your deepest beliefs, you'd be able to adapt your beliefs into something more realistic if you only gave ancient scriptures and heartfelt devotion a nine in the first place. 

Just about every major problem mankind faces could be solved by removing one and ten from our belief systems. Nothing would be worth fighting over. No more war, just a lot of very big arguments.

Or so says Robert Anton Wilson who, to the best of my knowledge, has never declared war on anybody.

He also explained that we all have reality tunnels. Life is like a giant Ouija Board and all we can see at one time is what's through the hole in the planchette. If your planchette never moves, that's your reality. You miss the rest of the board and forever remain ignorant of the big picture. Most of mankind falls into that category.

Once again, the road to mental health involves moving your reality tunnel around, expanding your consciousness of all aspects of the board. Like a Ouija Board, it's not a game. Nobody wins or loses. Unlike a Ouija Board, there's nothing mystical about it. You have to consciously move your reality tunnel around to gather more knowledge. Life is more complicated than 3D chess. There are no good solutions that don't examine the whole problem. 

Robert Anton Wilson is the smartest man I ever met, totally worthy of emulation. Here's my interview with him. He hasn't died or anything, so I've no excuse for focusing on him other than he popped into my head like a cosmic time bomb, planted years ago and ripe for explosion.

So my one and only resolution for this and all years is not to prejudge, to open my mind to every possibility, to expand my mental database, and to make my reality work from the inside out instead of the outside in.

"Every person takes the limits for their own field of vision for the limits of the world."
- Arthur Schopenhauer -

Your 2006 New Year's Resolutions


Torture Approved for Academy Awards

"This year we're trying something new," said Academy spokesputz Ira Zentit. "Losers will have to listen to Celine Dion singing My Heart Will Go On and On and On and On."

Calling All Parents of Boys

Your boy's high school is bound by a provision of Bush's No Child Left Behind Act to inform the Pentagon about your son's whereabouts when he turns 18. The names are provided to the "Joint Advertising and Marketing Research & Studies Office (JAMRS)" which makes it sound benign. After all, they're only using the names for marketing research. It's possible to "opt out" of the list, which is how they got it passed, since it sounds voluntary. Of course it's only possible to "opt out" if you know the list exists in the first place, which most people don't. The only way you'd know about the possibility of the "Joint Advertising and Marketing Research & Studies Office (JAMRS)" sharing their information with the selective service is that they both happen to have the same address, the Pentagon. I don't know if they have the legal right to share that information, but they're certainly doing it. The Pentagon has created an illegal database of 30 million 16-25 year-olds, including names, addresses, e-mail addresses, cell phone numbers, ethnicities, social security numbers, extracurricular activities, and areas of study. Keep your kid out of it by going to Leave My Child Alone!


Torture Approved for Rose Parade

"The Rose Parade has always been torture," said Rose Parade spokesdick Chester Gigolo. "I don't see what all the fuss is about."


Another Way
 
Mankind's ability to share pictures, music, and video, across the board, rich or poor, of every variety and to suit every taste, is a miracle with far greater benefit to society than any individual or corporate need to reap monetary benefits from these transactions. An unfettered internet is as vital a utility as water, electric, and phone. The definition of free trade is no regulations. Artists will find a way of making a living, even with file sharing. If free access, for everyone across the planet, to Beethoven string quartets, Van Gogh portraits, and Paris Hilton videos isn't a worthwhile goal for our species, I don't know what is, and there are plenty of successful business models concerning free services that make money. If Google can figure out how to do it, why can't the music industry? 

Let me put it another way.

Screw every one of the slimeball motherfuckers who rob the future to rake it in today. I wouldn't let a neocon or anyone in the RIAA lick my balls if they were the last ball lickers in China. The guy in the lifeboat who has been discovered hiding food is the first one to be turned to chops when the sandwiches are all gone. We are a human body, dependent upon every part, when the liver suffers, the body suffers. I can't imagine a punishment big enough for every Marie Antoinette, Barbara Bush megalowannabe who is oblivious to the world outside while having fresh raspberries helicoptered to their yacht. Maybe they need the word SHARE tattooed on their foreheads backwards so every time they look in the mirror they're reminded of the one daily deed that can redeem their worth. Do they have to take acid to conclude that we're all connected, just peas in an Ipod, blips in the universe, or do they simply need to be covered in chopped liver and fed to the bonobos?

The Double Bill of the Year  

History Lesson From Hell
Operation: Last Patrol

    According to Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong by James W. Loewen, the Vietnam war is being whitewashed by our kid's history books. Of the five Pulitzer prize winning photographs that everyone who lived through the war has seen, the naked little girl running down the road, the guy getting shot in the head, the bodies from the Mai Lai massacre, the Buddhist monk setting himself on fire, and the line of people trying to get on the last helicopter out of Hanoi, not one appears in any of the top ten history books used by high school students in America. Their little brains are not allowed to digest one single fact that would allow them to draw uncomfortable parallels to the current war in Iraq.
   Luckily, there's an easy remedy, just show them some of the movies Hollywood has made about the war. The iMDB comes up with 273 films with the keyword "Vietnam," but it seems to me that one dose apiece of Apocalypse Now, Born on the Fourth of July, Deerhunter, Full Metal Jacket, Casualties of War, Platoon, Coming Home, The Killing Fields, We Were Soldiers, Forrest Gump, and Alice's Restaurant, not to mention Who'll Stop the Rain, Hamburger Hill, First Blood, and More American Graffiti should just about do the trick.
   Now there's another mandatory Vietnam lesson, available for the first time in home video, Frank Cavestani's Operation Last Patrol, a documentary shot in 1972 that follows Ron Kovic and his band of disgruntled war vets on a trek across America to stage a protest at the Republican convention in Miami. It was clearly used as research material by Oliver Stone, who calls it "A valuable companion piece to Born on the Fourth of July. It's great to see and hear Ron Kovic in action as a leader. Frank Cavestani's film is a time capsule, full of spirit and conviction. It's interesting and sad how much of what Ron and his fellow veterans are saying in the film could be said today."
   Amen to that. There's virtually nothing about the protest pictured in this film that doesn't resonate with the current political situation in America: a war that's impossible to win, ill-treated veterans, a media in the pocket of the government, and aloof politicians who clearly don't give a shit.
   It's a uniquely naive moment in the history of protest, a ragtag gang of longhairs in jeans, making it up as they go along, sure in the knowledge that nothing beats the credibility of veterans who were actually there. They're the spiritual cousins of Stallone in First Blood, not just licking their wounds but working off their guilt for the crimes they committed in country. It's pathetic that years before Rush, talk radio brands them as communists.
    The film is grainy and the colors are washed out which only add to the antiquity and authenticity, and the new interviews with Kovic and Cavestani put everything in perspective. Richard Nixon has became a role model for George W. Bush, just as Kovic became a role model for Cindy Sheehan.
   There's a shot of Kovic at the back of the convention hall, shouting to be heard, but the media have moved away, and the camera keeps pulling back till he's lost in the crowd, we can't hear him and no one is listening, a stupendous shot that says it all. It's a scene that is reenacted at the end of Oliver Stone's film, and it's fascinating to compare the reality with the recreation.
    Cavestani's decision to focus on Kovic in this film inspired Kovic to write the book that became the best seller that became the film Born on the Fourth of July, so Oliver Stone owes Cavestani a heap of gratitude, which he showed by including Cavestani in the final events of his film. My favorite moment in the Vietnamarathon I subjected myself to was watching Operation Last Patrol, then seeing the guy who made Operation Last Patrol standing beside Tom Cruise as he wheels himself into the convention hall at the end of Born of the Fourth of July.
   The original protesters, Don Quixotes one and all, are not just protesting the war but society itself, which they don't want to rejoin, much less readjust to. Their government sickens them and they just want someone to listen. Now, 34 years later, they finally get their chance to be heard.

"Can I break through your solid wall of complacency tonight?"
- Ron Kovic -


Mr. Metaphor presents...
The Impossibles

If I could but superglue my point of view to your attention span for a nanosecond, I'd like to point something out. When you don't say something, you end up mulling it till it ripens and eventually festers or blossoms. We want to share the blossoms but too often end up sharing the festers. 

As we generate an endless stream of possibilities, we smack headlong into The Impossibles, those people who can't let go of a thought, acting as human possibility dams, interrupting the flow to create an artificial lake of reality, a doctrine to adhere to. Point out that the stream might have meandered in another direction had the dam not been built and you're showing disobedience to the dam, which damn well wants to stay put. It's generating profits and fuck the flow. The Impossibles think that the possibilities are over. All that's possible - is. All that's impossible - is not. They can't even imagine the possibilities.

The Impossibles are a drag to humanity. They only repeat things. Anything new goes in one ear and out the same one, without bothering to pass through the brain.

Age has nothing to do with it. Hell, I'm almost old and my brain still works. And the more it works, the more possible ways of looking at things show up. The more I keep looking, the less impossibilities I see. Hey, it's possible to be famous for doing absolutely nothing any better than anyone else could be doing it, so there you go.

It's possible that all of mankind can be divided between The Possibles and The Impossibles. The Impossibles think I'm going straight to hell for saying this, but I say let the possibilities flow. There doesn't have to be a rapture. I'm much more worried about the dammed than the damned.


What I Would Have Added to the Constitution of the United States
Had I been Around from the Get-Go

The most ridiculous story of the year so far is millions of Muslims rioting over a bunch of cartoons printed in a Danish newspaper five months ago. It would seem that somebody didn't know that raising a fuss about something that offends you only gets more people to see it. 

    "In the span of two days, protesters have burned the Danish and Norwegian embassies in Damascus, and the Danish embassy in Beirut. Kidnapping and burning embassies over a cartoon? How incredibly fucking stupid. Other developments: Hundreds of people rally in Afghanistan in protest at the cartoons. Jordanian authorities arrest two tabloid editors for printing the cartoons. Iran recalls its ambassador to Denmark. An Iraqi militant group in the insurgent stronghold of Ramadi calls for attacks on Danish and non-Muslim targets in Iraq. Britain's main opposition Conservative Party says slogans by anti-Danish protesters in London amount to incitement to murder.
    "While only 12 cartoons were initially published, there are fakes circulating which are incredibly inflammatory. Extremists have taken advantage of the situation and have fueled the flames with fake cartoons and dangerous rhetoric. But I don't care how damn offensive you find a cartoon, violence is unacceptable. Period."
- georgia10 at dailykos -
Dozens of newspapers in dozens of countries would never have reprinted them, and I never would have found myself searching a Danish newspaper for cartoons about Muhammed, unless radical Muslims had pointed them out to me by acting like lunatics.
And I gotta ask, if Jews can handle this...

why can't Muslims handle this...

They say we've got to respect their religion. Bullshit. I have as much respect for Islam as I do for Christianity, Rush Limbaugh, the KKK, the Flat Earth Society, the Nazi Party, and everyone in the White House. Respect has got to be earned. 

Anybody who says I have to respect the belief that the earth is flat is nuts. Same with anyone who says I have to respect Islam. What I respect is their right to believe any damn foolish thing as long as they respect my right to believe any damn foolish thing. Everybody's got the right to believe any damn foolish thing, and to say whatever they want about the damn foolish things that others believe. Cartoons are art. They are infinitely superior weapons than those purchased by the Department of Defense. Work is what you do for others. Art is what you do for yourself. It's a means of emotional expression. We all need it, and thank God there are people who express themselves with cartoons instead of bombs.

Or even cartoons of bombs. This is the one that set them off. Does nothing for me. Even if I thought all Muslims were suicidal, its too obvious, has no humor, and it doesn't reverberate like this one...

...which makes the interesting point that if Muhammed can't be shown in any way, shape, or form, how are we supposed to recognize him? As a matter of fact, the claim can be made that NONE of these cartoons portray the real Muhammed since nobody knows what he looked like.

Why all the rioting now when the cartoons were published five months ago? As usual, the media has failed to untangle the puzzle. Here's the answer...

    "The issue has been framed by the traditional media as 'Free Expression/Speech' in contrast with 'Sensitivity to Religion.' Do newspapers in democratic societies have the right to publish offensive images? Well that's something definitely worth debating, but it's overlooking an important step.
   "12 cartoons were published in the Danish newspaper Morgenavisen Jyllands-Posten, which you can see here. Some were very bland, others seem to be unquestionably offensive. Yet these cartoons were published on September 30, 2005. What the traditional media has failed to explain is why the protests are occurring now...
   "What CNN and the other traditional media failed to tell you is that the thousand gallons of fuel added to the fire of outrage came from none other than our old pals Saudi Arabia.
   "While it was a minor side story in the western press, the most important of Muslim religious festivals recently took place in Saudi Arabia - called the Hajj. Every able-bodied Muslim is obligated to make a pilgrimage once in their lifetime to Mecca, which is in modern-day Saudi Arabia. This pilgrimage can be done at any time of the year but most pilgrims arrive during the Muslim month known as Dhu al-Hijjah, which follows a lunar calendar that does not exactly match the western Gregorian calendar.
   "The most recent Hajj occurred during the first half of January 2006, precisely when the 'outrage' over the Danish cartoons began in earnest. There were a number of stampedes, called 'tragedies' in the press, during the Hajj which killed several hundred pilgrims. I say 'tragedies' in quotation marks because there have been similar 'tragedies' during the Hajj and each time, the Saudi government promises to improve security and facilitation of movement to avoid these. Over 251 pilgrims were killed during the 2004 Hajj alone in the same area as the one that killed 350 pilgrims in 2006. These were not unavoidable accidents, they were the results of poor planning by the Saudi government.
   "And while the deaths of these pilgrims was a mere blip on the traditional western media's radar, it was a huge story in the Muslim world. Most of the pilgrims who were killed came from poorer countries such as Pakistan, where the Hajj is a very big story. Even the most objective news stories were suddenly casting Saudi Arabia in a very bad light and they decided to do something about it.
   "Their plan was to go on a major offensive against the Danish cartoons. The 350 pilgrims were killed on January 12 and soon after, Saudi newspapers (which are all controlled by the state) began running up to 4 articles per day condemning the Danish cartoons."
- Soj: Muslim Cartoon Controversy: What the Media Isn't Telling You -
Sound ridiculous? Nope. Here's a memo from the Saudi Royal Press Secretary A. M. Al Shegri to His Majesty dated 1st February 2006, Subject: Cartoons:
"As Your Majesty requested recently, in order to divert public attention from the regrettable demise of a small number of pilgrims in Makkah during the last Hajj, Saudi newspapers were instructed to revive the four-month-old story of cartoons about the Prophet (PBUH) in a Danish newspaper, and turn it into an attack on Denmark, together with a 'spontaneous demand by the people' for a boycott of Danish goods."
I really like this one...

...just because of the style, and not because it says anything, which it doesn't. Still, simply because it portrays someone supposed to be Muhammed, the rioting idiots don't like it any more than the rest.
"To summarize: you can be a confirmed Bushophobe and still acknowledge that the cartoon rioters are idiots. Likewise, you can be a fully paid-up member of the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy while realizing that just because you can do something like publish cartoons that offend Muslims, doesn't necessarily mean you should, especially when the lives of U.S troops might be at stake."
- lgfwatch -
        Remember that episode of South Park where they made fun of Tom Cruise? He was hiding in a closet and Stan begged him to come out of the closet. You'll never see it again. Why? Tom has threatened to sue so the Comedy Channel has removed it from their repeat schedule.

    What's the difference between a fundamentalist Muslim and a fundamentalist Scientologist? Nobody said anything when Muhammed appeared on the Super Friends episode of South Park.

Might I point out that the cultural editor of Jyllands-Posten commissioned the cartoons to highlight the difficulty experienced by Danish writer Kåre Bluitgen in finding artists to illustrate his children's book about Muhammad. In other words the cartoonists were fulfilling AN ASSIGNMENT. As The Anchoress points out:

"They're currently highly pissed off about fake cartoons."
And let's dispose of that claim that any portrayal of Mohammed is sacrilege. There are thousands of depictions of Mohammed throughout history that haven't caused any rioting, including a sculpture in the north frieze of the Supreme Court Building in Washington DC.

That's him in the middle with the scimitar. I direct your attention to the gallery of the week, The Mohammed Image Archive, including many Islamic paintings and miniatures showing the mug of Mohammed in all its bearded glory.

"The socialist take is very clear on this. There should be no bans or censorship whatsoever. Censorship does not achieve what it sets out to stop and is never productive. It is a sign of the fragile nature of the religious mentality that humour or cartoons can be seen as such a threat to beliefs."
- Gray: Causing Offense -

    "Both sides are spoiling for a fight on this one and there is a fair amount of unattractive posturing. When push comes to shove, I have to say that I would take a lot more notice of the outrage in the Middle East if I had not come across dozens of anti-Semitic cartoons published in the Arab press.
   "The striking part of Arabic Jew-baiting is that it is as prevalent, nasty and dehumanizing as it ever was in Nazi Germany. Newspapers published in Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Jordan, Oman and UAE all use demonic images of stereotypical Jews (big nose, black coat and hat and laden with money bags) pulling the strings behind the scenes in US politics, buying political influence and spreading death, terror and disease. Josef Goebbels would have felt quite at home reading these newspapers.
   "They are unacceptable and would, if published here, cause an outrage equal to last week's, but this does not seem to have occurred to the Muslim spokesman or clerics that I have heard on the subject."
- Henry Porter: A few bad cartoons are no reason to fall out -

As usual, the Saudi's public relations coup has backfired. It has fueled a boycott of Danish goods that's doing them more harm than good...
    "To start with, an economic boycott would be economically futile because the majority of the products that featured on the leaflets or were mentioned in the text messages are part of Saudi-owned franchises. This means that those who will suffer the most are in fact the local franchise owners. For example, amongst the products that we are asked to boycott is a product that is being marketed by a Saudi businessman who employs possibly up to three thousand Saudi people in his firm.
    "A story should be recounted at this point. During the peak of the call for boycotting American products, I discovered that every part of a sandwich sold by a certain American fast food chain was 100% Saudi. This chain alone employed seven thousand Saudis all over the kingdom. Moreover, that chain in particular plays a role in humanitarian efforts such as organizing excursions for orphans."- Mohammed Al-Jazairy: Do Not Boycott Danish Products -
Show your support for the Danes by buying Danish! Build a statue of Mohammed out of Legos. Switch to Argento Audio silver audio cables. Wake up in the morning with coffee made from a Bodum press and pass out at night with Denaka or Danzka Cranberryraz Vodka. Drown your sorrows with a case of Tuborg or Carlsberg beer. Pig out on Royal Dansk Butter Cookies. Forgo your standard cheddar and Monterey jack for some Tilsit, Havarti, Danbo, and Fontina. Danish blue cheese is killer. And don't miss this fabulous recipe for cheese Danish, even though it's got nothing to do with Denmark. Spice up everything with Knorr seasonings. For world wide delivery of Danish food, check out the Danish Food Shop. And most importantly, rent Kenneth Branagh's magnificent production of the full text of Hamlet.

That'll show 'em.


Arithmetic from Hell

The war in Iraq is costing about $4.5 billion per month, or $100,000 per minute. The population of Iraq is about 26 million. That's about $180 per person per month. The current average income in Iraq is about $500 a year, or about $40 a month. We could more than quadruple the income of every citizen of Iraq for the price of the war against them.


Testimony of the Year

"President Washington, President Lincoln, President Wilson, President Roosevelt have all authorized electronic surveillance on a far broader scale."

- Alberto Gonzales to Congress -

"We're monitoring King George's Blackberry."
- George Washington in an email to John Adams -

"Something's got to be done about the rebel's use of disposable cell phones."
- Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg blog -

"You better not annex the Sudetenland."
- Woodrow Wilson's text message to Adolph Hitler -

Sophistimicated Doowacky of the Year

You can help end the war in Iraq. Click here.

Cheney Bags His Limit

I taught I shot a Wepubwican. I did! I did shot a Wepubwican.

Musical News

Many Lawyers to Shoot
(to the tune of Many Rivers to Cross)
by Bob Cheney and the Quailers

Many lawyers to shoot
and I can't seem to find enough ammo
I'm a blind old coot
who just loves to hunt
with a gun that goes blammo

    AND THE COLORED GIRLS SING
   His gun does not jam-o

Many lawyers to shoot
and it's only their flak jackets
that keep them alive
I've been blind for years
And I merely survive
because I'm the guy everyone fears

    And this craziness won't leave me alone
    It's such a drag to be on the phone
    With reporters who wonder why 
    Nothing can make me cry

    AND THE COLORED GIRLS SING
    Nothing can make him cry

Many lawyers to shoot
like the ones who got OJ off with a rhyme
There have been times I find myself
Thinking of committing some dreadful crime

Yes, I've got many lawyers to shoot
especially special prosecution
Give 'em all the boot
Without the benefit of absolution

Many lawyers to shoot
there's no reason to feel misty
What's a little buckshot between friends
When you get a free helicopter ride to Corpus Christi

    AND THE COLORED GIRLS SING
    Ooooh, Corpus Christi

Many lawyers to shoot
but I can't seem to find enough ammo
I'm a blind old coot
who just loves to hunt
with a gun that goes blammo

    AND THE COLORED GIRLS SING
   His gun goes blammo ad infinitum


"In terms of required difficulty and skill, think of what these guys were doing as 'hunting' in the same sense that you might go hunting for a donut on the way to work tomorrow morning... It's astonishing that the VP was able to hit something other than one of the hundreds of tame birds released for his shootin' pleasure."

- Kieran Healy -

"Ultimately, I'm the guy who pulled the trigger and fired the round that hit Harry, and you can talk about all of the other conditions that existed at the time, but that's the bottom line. And there's no - it was not Harry's fault. You can't blame anybody else. I'm the guy who pulled the trigger and shot my friend. And I say that is something I'll never forget."

- Deadeye Dick -

"I'd rather go hunting with Dick Cheney than driving with Ted Kennedy."

- Mary Jo Kopechne -

"I heard one of Cheney's buck shot pellets hit that lawyer in the heart. Do you realize how hard it is to hit a target that small?"

- Horace J. Digby -

    "Amidst the swirl of outrage, obfuscation and wisecracking, one fundamental flaw in the White House's Cheney shooting story remains. How can a 28-gauge shotgun fired from supposedly 30 yards away cause pellets to become lodged in someone's heart?

   "How can a weapon that has little more power than a kids BB gun fire projectiles that in most cases don't penetrate further than an inch into a bird's breast and yet in this instance tore through a hunting vest, clothes underneath, the chest cavity and into the muscle of Whittington's heart?
   "Alex Jones has been bird hunting on countless occasions and considers himself an expert. Alex says that it is simply impossible for such a weak shotgun to cause such damage from 30 yards . Alex has used shotguns that are more powerful than the 28-gauge and seen pellets literally bounce off birds and only stun them. It is common practice for birds to be stunned as a result of the pellets not penetrating and it is usually necessary to have to snap the neck to finish them off.
   "The only explanation that fits the nature of Whittington's injuries is that Cheney's gun discharged at extremely close range...
   "As others have speculated it is likely that Cheney was drunk and he dropped the weapon, causing it to discharge and pepper Whittington at close range. Cheney refused to talk to local police until the next day and the Secret Service made sure the authorities had no access to him. This tells us that Cheney considers himself to be above the law.
   "If any other US citizen shot someone in the face would the police be happy to wait 14 hours before talking to them?"
- Paul Joseph Watson & Alex Jones: Media Ignores Cheney 'Smoking Gun' -

"He didn't do anything he wasn't supposed to do."
- Mary Matalin: Cheney adviser -

"After being moved out of ICU, the lawyer had a minor heart attack or as Cheney calls it, 'Monday.'" 
- Danny Gallagher -

"When gutting a moose, use the serrated spoon attachment on your survival knife to scrape any powder burns off the pelt surrounding the close-range entry wound."
- Kooky Uncle Chucky Heston -

"Cheney needs to start setting a less violent example by switching to target practice and leaving animals and people in peace."
- Ingrid Newkirk: PETA President -

"2. Until Democrats approve Medicare reform, we have to make some tough choices for the elderly."
- David Letterman's Top Ten Cheney Excuses for Shooting 78 year old Harry Whittington -



"I had a friend once who accidentally shot pellets into his dog - and I thought he was an idiot."
- Jim Brady -

"We'd advise him to pursue a less violent form of relaxation and get on with the important business of leading the country."

- Wayne Pacelle: president and chief executive of the Humane Society of the United States -

    "The entire Cheney hunting accident story stinks. The delay in announcing it is suspicious, obviously. I'll bet Cheney had a few beers in him, but I'm not sure that is illegal in Texas (drinking and hunting is illegal in most states, but I couldn't find out if that includes Texas). But a few other points that may be worth noting...
   "The news reports say that after Whittington had gotten off his shot and went looking for his bird, Cheney and the other hunter went to another spot where they saw a covey of quail. Texas quail might be different from Iowa quail, but in Iowa when a shotgun goes off, every quail within earshot flutters away. The story doesn't make sense.
    "None of the stories have commented on the fact that they were 'road hunting,' or hunting from a car. That is just about the lowest kind of low-rent, dishonorable kind of hunting there is (the phrase 'road hunting' is often used synonymously with 'poaching'). When I was growing up in Iowa, I went pheasant or quail hunting on scores of occasions with my Dad and others. We never would have hunted from a vehicle and it was an insult to even suggest that someone might. It was considered dangerous and déclassé, as it was too great an advantage for the hunter to be 'fair.' It most states, including Texas, it is also illegal...
   "Ms. Armstrong claims to have been in the car, but to have witnessed the shooting. If so, that would mean the hunters were fairly close, within eyeshot, which makes it even less likely that Whittington had gotten off a shot at a quail and then there were other quail still waiting around for Cheney to find them. It just does not make sense!"
- Direland: QUESTIONS ABOUT THE VEEP WHO COULDN'T SHOOT STRAIGHT: WHAT REALLY HAPPENED IN DICK CHENEY'S HUNTING "ACCIDENT"? -

"He was acting on the best available intelligence at the time."
- Cheney spokesman -


"What is the difference between Dick Cheney and a constipated owl? One hoots but can't shit..."
- the abbreviated spoonster -

"In case you hadn't heard, the Vice President celebrated Darwin's birthday on Sunday by shooting his hunting companion, a 78-year old lawyer. 'Fuck him,' Cheney snarled. 'The dumbass took his eye off me. Survival of the fittest, hombre.'"
- BitchPhD -

"Time to take the shotgun away from grandpa, who's blasted perhaps hundreds of innocent birds into bloody feathers during his life, before he has another senior moment."
- James Wolcott -

"Hey, I'm not going to bust Cheney's chops on shooting that guy at all. I know it's an accident. Because the prey Cheney hunts to eat, he strangles to death with his bare hands. Mmmmm, orphan juice."
- John Rogers -

"None of this would have happened if Bush had only read that PDB titled 'Cheney determined to strike in Texas.'"
- Washington Monthly -

"The local waterfowl will greet us as liberators."
- Paul Wolfowitz -

"A liberal is a conservative who's been shot by a gun nut."
- Tinkerbell -

"Republicans usually don't shoot lawyers for the same reason that sharks won't eat them: professional courtesy."
- Bryan Zepp Jamieson -

"So, what we have is an event shrouded in secrecy for almost 24 hours which, when disclosed, was accompanied by a fawning statement by a Bush apparatchik exonerating Cheney from any and all blame and/or liability. Thus, this appears to be yet another example of the Bush administration attempting to manipulate the press and perhaps hide the truth. What really happened on that ranch yesterday? Who the heck knows? What we do know is that, regardless of what actually happened, the administration spin-doctors immediately jumped in and crafted a story that put Cheney in the best possible light. And the 'traditional media' reported that story without any skepticism whatsoever."
- Political Cortex

"Hamilton, of course, shot in a duel with Aaron Burr over issues of honor, integrity and political maneuvering. Whittington? Mistaken for a bird."
- Jon Stewart -

"In 2006, Richard Cheney, while on a hunting trip in Texas, became the second vice president to shoot a person while in office."
- Update you're welcome to make at the Wikipedia entry on the Burr-Hamilton duel -

"That's what you think."
- Lyndon Johnson -

"All I can say is what a Harry Whittington."
- Guy Cheney should have shot -

"What it comes down to, I think, is this: While the Vice President is an avid hunter, he may not be particularly up on gun safety. After all, it's not as though he's had any military training."
- Adam Felber: Fanatical Apathy -


Bonus factoid: One of Cheney's hunting companions, Pamela Pitzer Willeford, is ex-chairman of the Texas Higher Education Coordinating Board, which is charged with overseeing all public post-secondary education in Texas. According to the Texas Progress Report, Texas currently spends about $745 per student less than the national average, which places Texas 37th in the nation on education spending. Texas currently ranks 47th nationally in average SAT scores. According to Steve Murdock, official state demographer, if present education performance trends continue, by 2040 Texas will have a 40% increase in the poverty rate, a 50% increase in people on welfare, declining average income for households, a 54.3% increase in prison population, and a 36.8% increase of youth in Texas Youth Commission programs. For her outstanding work, Bush appointed her ambassador to Switzerland and Liechtenstein in 2003.


Don't miss the Cheney Quail Hunt game that's short but sweet. I have come across a copy of the actual accident report which you may view here, or just look at this one...


Quiz of the Year

Hamas vows to drink the blood of Jews because...

1) they're thirsty.
2) they're vampires.
3) they're insane.
4) soft drinks are carcinogenic.

Party Recipes from Hell

So the next time you're making a Bloody Mary, make it a Bloody Mordechai by adding some genuine Jew blood. While you're at it, turn Hamas into hummus by throwing some Arab marrow into your ground chickpeas with a little lemon and garlic. Yum, you can throw a Tupperware intifada that'll be the envy of all your neighbors.


Deluded Idiot of the Year

In an effort to present a "balanced" view of last Monday's "Day without Immigrants," local NBC affiliate KMIR interviewed people planning counter demonstrations, including a woman who was livid when she found out that Mexicans were asking people not to shop, so she planned on shopping non-stop all day in protest. Can you wrap your head around that? Follow me, if you will, as I eavesdrop upon this woman's thoughts while she browses through the items in her local antique store, picking up a collection of turn-of-the-century doilies the price of which would feed a family of four for a year. "I really shouldn't," she thinks, "but anything to let those Mexicans know who's boss."
 
Is there anyone on this planet more deserving of a smack in the face than this deliberate icon of all that's wrong with humanity? One look at her and there are several things about this blowsy pickalittletalkalittle nose in the air woman I believe it is safe to assume. She is a housewife married to a millionaire. She has never worked a day in her life. She is a Republican. Immigrants mow her lawn, clean her pool, and raise her children (who may take a clue from the Menendez kids one day and blast her with a shotgun). She calls herself a Christian but if Christ himself showed up at her door she'd have him arrested for trespassing. She is distantly related to Marie Antoinette.
 
The most frightening thing is that there are others like her, who think that shopping is the cure for everything. Depressed? Shop. The president lied to us about going to war? Shop. The unwashed masses want a fair shake against the inbred cretins who own the earth? Shop. Half the products in the marketplace are produced by slaves in foreign sweatshops? Shop. The tired and poor who are yearning to breathe free have crossed your imaginary line in the sand and trod across your lawn with the "keep off the grass" sign? Declare them all felons and shop.
 
Since both sides seem to have some valid arguments, I wasn't sure exactly where I stood in the incredibly complicated immigration issue, maybe some sort of compromise was necessary, until I saw this hifaluten dandy of a woman and realized that whatever side she was on was unquestionably the opposite of mine. Our government isn't running out of money because there are too many immigrants taking advantage of social services. That's just a diversion from the corruption at the heart of our system that's robbing from everybody but the 1%. The reason we can't find jobs is because there are less jobs. If Mexicans REALLY want American jobs, they should be moving to India.
 
If North Korea relaxed its emigration policies and allowed its citizens to move to South Korea, the world would celebrate this new rebirth of freedom, and South Korea would somehow cope with the new influx of refugees. I don't remember anyone protesting the fall of the Berlin Wall just because East Berliners took jobs that West Berliners wanted. And yet we're contemplating building another wall, just like the one keeping the North Koreans in, just like the one the Kremlin built in Berlin, and we're thinking of making Mexicans felons for doing what all free people should have the right to do, to move around, to look for work, to feed themselves and their families. Any law that criminalizes millions of people for normal behavior is a bad law. Look how effectively drug laws have stopped people from doing drugs and prostitution laws have stopped all men from paying for sex. Might I point out that turning undocumented workers into felons and stopping them from working while putting them in jail, which houses and feeds them for free, will cost the US taxpayers MORE money, not less?
 
We're all in the same boat, and this knee-jerk reaction against immigrants is just the upper class passengers in the Titanic complaining against the lower class passengers who are drowning in the hold and pounding down their doors.
 
A day without immigrants made its point, but what we really need is a day without ignorance.
 
MD
 
"Your Honor, years ago I recognized my kinship with all living beings, and I made up my mind that I was not one bit better than the meanest on earth. I said then, and I say now, that while there is a lower class, I am in it, and while there is a criminal element I am of it, and while there is a soul in prison, I am not free."
- Eugene Debs at his sentencing hearing after being convicted for giving an anti-war speech in Canton, Ohio, in 1918. He was sentenced to 20 years in prison. -
 
"Me too. As long as there's a man out of work, I won't work. As long as there's a man who can't get laid, I won't get laid. As long as there's a man without medical insurance, I won't see a doctor. As long as there's a man without freedom of speech, I'll keep my mouth shut."
- George W. Debs, Eugene's illegitimate son -




The De Beers Theory of the Iraq War
by Michael Dare
 
Nobody knows precisely what diamonds would actually be worth in a free and open marketplace, but considering the fact that "gem" quality diamonds have no worth other than as adornment, it's safe to assume the current retail price of approximately $6,500 per carat the size of a pea is about 100 times what they're really worth.
 
The De Beers Group has a monopoly on the diamond market and have used the universal law of supply and demand (The lower the supply and the greater the demand, the higher the price) to drive up the price enormously. They use their position as the world's largest diamond distributor to create an artificial scarcity, hoarding the product of their African mines and only allowing a certain amount on the marketplace every year.
 
Since 1938, their "A Diamond is Forever" ad campaign has hoodwinked America, their largest market, into believing that diamonds are the only suitable gift for a man to give a woman upon their engagement. Before the ad campaign, the idea of diamond engagement rings was non-existent. Lately, they have inundated the airwaves with ads trying to convince men they should marry their wives AGAIN, buying them another overpriced rock to prove their love. These ads are particularly successful because they don't even mention a brand name, just a product, a product whose market they happen to control almost in its entirety. The ads also convince consumers that only a new diamond will do, so the market in used diamonds is negligible and their resale value extremely low.
 
So what would you do if you were the oil industry? You'd drive up the price of oil by using the same universal law of supply and demand. You'd increase the demand by getting the government to ease minimum MPG requirements and by getting everyone to buy SUVs that get hideous gas mileage, and you'd decrease the already diminishing supply by closing refineries and invading foreign countries with oil, NOT to put the oil on the marketplace but to PREVENT the oil from getting to the marketplace, just like De Beers, and just like De Bush.
 
Iraq's oil output is half what it was before we invaded. SUVs are the most popular vehicles on the road. Half the oil refineries in the state of California have closed in the last decade. Gas was only $1.60 a gallon way back in 2000 when Bush literally "took" office. De Bush has fulfilled his campaign promise to Exxon to double the price of gas during his term. Maybe some day they'll name an oil tanker after him. Then he'll be as cool as Condoleezza.

The Simpsons Episode from Hell
The season finale of The Simpsons sucked.
Here's what it should have been...
 
The Simpsons
“Stolen Identities”
By Michael Dare
 
Homer gets off work to discover his car being towed away. He complains to the driver who shows him the pink slip proving Homer signed it away.
 
Homer gets a ride to Moe’s and gets soused. He tries to pay his bill with a credit card but it won’t work. “Sorry Homer, but they say I gotta do this,” says Moe as he cuts up the card.
 
Homer goes home to find another family living in his house. They tell him he apparently sold it to them last week. He moves his family into a hotel and goes to the police.
 
Wiggum says “It’s a clear case of stolen identity. We’re getting a lot of this.”
 
“What are you going to do about it?” says Homer.
 
“Everything we can,” says Wiggum, who goes back to doing a crossword puzzle. “What’s another word for moron?” he asks.
 
Bart gets lost on the way to the hotel after school. He discovers Homer’s car parked in someone’s backyard.
 
He tells Homer who goes to the house to investigate. He confronts Snake, who has a good business going stealing identities. The house is full of big screen TVs and laptop computers.
 
“I want my identity back,” says Homer.
 
“Problemo,” says Snake, “the money is already spent. You’re not going to turn me in, are you?”
 
“Turn you into what?” says Homer.
 
“Look, dude, here’s a big screen TV. Take whatever you want. You can start stealing identities too. Here’s a laptop computer. Just type in someone’s name and there’s a program that will hack into the government database and tell you their social security number. With that, you can become them.”
 
Homer takes home the computer and decides to try Snake’s program. He picks a random name out of the phone book, types it in, and wham, he’s got the social security number. Soon he’s got a dozen credit cards, all in the name of Dan Castellaneta.
 
Dan Castellaneta is just finishing up a hard day’s work in the recording studio doing the voice of Homer Simpson when he goes outside to see his car is being towed away. Julie Kavner gives him a ride to a bar where he tries to pay for a drink only to have his credit card cut up by the bartender. He goes home to find another family living in his house, which he apparently sold last week.
 
He goes to the police who tell him “It’s a clear case of stolen identity. It’s happening to everybody. Their headquarters seems to be Springfield.” Dan heads to Springfield.
 
Homer keeps working. Harry Shearer loses his yacht. Nancy Cartwright ends up a bum on the street.
 
Since Cartwright didn’t show up for a recording session, they grab somebody from the hallway to do his voice. Bart wakes up with the voice of Mr. T. “It happens when you get older,” says Homer. “My little boy is growing up,” says Marge.
 
Dan confronts Homer. “If I were you, I wouldn’t cop such a bad attitude,” says Homer. “You are me,” says Dan.
 
Dan tells Homer there’s only one way to straighten this out. Homer has got to go talk to the owner of Fox.
 
Homer packs the whole family into the car and they drive all the way to Fox, which is a large building at the end of a yellow brick road on Pico. They knock on the front door. A small window opens. Homer tells him they’re there to see the owner of Fox. The man (Smithers) says “Go away.”
 
“But Dan Castellaneta sent us,” says Homer.
 
“Come on in,” says the man. “That’s a horse of a different color.”
 
Scrub scrub here, scrub scrub there, the Simpsons are cleaned up before their big meeting with the owner of Fox.
 
They enter a room where the ghostly face of Rupert Murdoch is surrounded by giant flames. “Go away and come again tomorrow,” he says.
 
“Please sir, I just want my identity back,” says Homer.
 
“I want our home back,” says Marge.
 
“I want my real voice,” says Bart.
 
“I want our old TV. Digital sucks,” says Lisa.
 
Santa’s Little Helper runs towards some curtains on the side.
 
“Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain,” says Murdoch.
 
Santa has pulled the curtains to reveal a man at a microphone saying “I am the great and powerful owner of Fox.” It’s Matt Groening.
 
“You’re a very bad man,” says Marge.
 
“No, I’m a very good man,” says Groening. “I’m just a very bad cartoonist.”
 
“Enough with the self-deprecating humor,” says Lisa. “Can we just go home?”
 
“You could have gone home whenever you wanted,” says Groening. “All you have to do is click your heels three times and say ‘I’m not a cartoon.’”
 
The Simpsons all click their heels and repeat, “I’m not a cartoon, I’m not a cartoon.”
 
They disappear and reappear back at their sofa in their old house.
 
“So, it was all a dream,” says Homer.
 
“I knew we weren’t cartoons,” says Marge.
 
Bart turns on the TV. It shows them sitting on their sofa. The final credits run, showing “Special Guests: Dan Castellaneta, Julie Kavner, Harry Shearer, etc.”

Debunk of the Year
 
There's an argument brewing over whether the number of the beast in the Book of Revelations is 666 like everyone thinks or 616 like it shows in this scrap of ancient manuscript...
 
Fragment from Book of Revelation mentions 616 in the third line
chi, iota, sigma (courtesy Egypt Exploration Society)
 
Allow me to point out that this argument is similar to one over the length of Rapunzel's hair. There is no right answer. Rapunzel didn't exist, the beast doesn't have a number, and the Book of Revelations is an outrageous and improbable piece of fiction that is mysteriously interpreted as fact by millions of gullible idiots who look forward to Armageddon.

The Difference Between Religion and Myth
 
They've got a lot in common, religion and myth. Both tell a primal story of good and bad from long ago, passed down from generation to generation, in many cases by word of mouth and instantly transmutable. Both teach a lesson. Both have variations and both are integral parts of our history that demand our attention. Both are about things people used to believe.
 
They used to have different Gods for everything, assigning total Godlike stature upon anything they didn't understand. Lightning must have freaked them out. What the hell was THAT? A giant bolt of fire comes from the sky, but only when it's raining. It wasn't until the eighteenth century when Benjamin Franklin flew a kite (religion or myth?) that mankind gained an understanding of the link between lightning and electricity, that it was a totally natural and explicable phenomenon. Up until then, lightning was basically attributed to he-man Thor, God of Thunder, son of Zeus, sitting in the clouds with lightning bolts manufactured in Valhalla. There was simply no better explanation for fire from the sky till Ben came along. It's tempting to say that gay followers of Thor must have been mighty thor when they found out the truth about lightning. (Note to self: pitch "a gay assassin tries to kill Benjamin Franklin" to the WB.)
 
People used to believe in fairies, nymphs, and gnomes. They used to believe in Hermes, Poseidon, and Genghis Khan. They used to believe that the earth sat on the backs of turtles and they used to believe that stars told the future and bloodletting was healthful. They used to believe if you ate fish on some days and sacrificed goats on other days, a benevolent deity in the sky would reserve a space in heaven for them forever, heaven being a land with rivers of milk and honey but without seltzer to made a decent egg cream. They used to believe if you did certain bad things and didn't get caught, you'd burn in hell when you died, unless you confessed your sins to a man who fucked little boys and was forbidden to tell anyone else, then you'd have orgasm after orgasm in the clouds forever. 
 
Most myths started as religions and only became myths once some inconvenient science got in the way. No need to believe in Ares as the God of War now that there's Halliburton.
 
It once was thought that caffeine would stunt the growth of a child. A fact became myth once it was totally disproven by dozens of scientific tests, freeing us from the bonds of antiquity and letting us cram gallons of carbonated caffeine and sugar down our children's throats without a hint of regret.
 
People used to think there was a river of molten lava called the River Styx that circled Hades nine times before plummeting straight to hell where a crimson goatman would decide which spit you'd be roasting over for eternity. Now everyone knows that Styx is the first band to have four consecutive triple platinum albums in a row - and mankind is the better for it.
 
I personally used to believe that if only there were more people like me, the world would be a better place. That's a myth. There are movements of people who believe the world would be a better place if only everyone was like them, and they're willing to do anything, even kill, to make the world conform to their beliefs. That's a religion.

Mr. Conspiracy Says...
 
    What if somebody in the White House or Pentagon - whether on a lark, a whim, a landgrab, or sincere attempt to spread democracy - decided the next country they wanted to invade was Sudan? After all, it's the largest country in Africa, borders the Red Sea, has large oil reserves, one of the three largest deposits of high-purity uranium in the world, and the fourth-largest deposits of copper. According to the CIA, they've got 0 natural gas consumption with 84.95 billion cubic meters in reserve. Sudan has $2.52 billion in gold reserves to offset $18.15 billion in debt. Of their 86 airports, only 14 are paved, the entire country has one internet provider and one FM station, and their capital, Khartoum, sounds like a character in the latest Pixar production. Wouldn't it be cute to just take it over without force, to actually be invited to move in? What would the Bush Family Evil Empire do to capture such a prize?
    They would do what they do best, invent reasons to invade. They would try to justify such an invasion any way they could, and what better way than by starting a crisis that demanded international intervention? Famines are always good but ethnic cleansing's so much easier to achieve. Starting a famine requires weather modification and the interruption of traditional food routes, certainly possible, but all it takes to start an ethnic cleansing that changes an "invasion" to a "humanitarian effort" is to funnel arms to a homicidal madman like Sudan President Field Marshal Umar Hassan Ahmad al-Bashir. That's what we're particularly good at. 
    Using this technique, the BFEE could get gullible lefties like George Clooney to do their dirty PR work for them, actually demanding intervention in Darfur. Then the BFEE could get to act like they're reluctant to do what they'd been wanting and planning to do in the first place. Might I point out that U.S. Ambassador to the UN John Bolton, former Secretary of State Gen. Colin Powell, Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, Gen. Wesley Clark, and British Prime Minister Tony Blair have all argued in favor of intervention in Sudan? According to Sara Flounders' The U.S. Role in Darfur, Sudan, their solution is to demand the United Nations impose sanctions on one of the poorest countries on earth and that U.S. troops be sent there as "peacekeepers."
    Read 'em and weep, my friends. George Clooney and his pals are Hollywood dupes unwittingly helping the cause of neocon imperialism.
    This devious plan is going to work and all it took was a few hundred thousand deaths, millions of refugees, and an Academy award for Clooney. Hell, those pesky Sudanese would have died in a "war" anyway. 
    You don't think somebody in the White House or Pentagon is that smart and ruthless? To quote The Godfather, "Now who's being naive?" Hey, I'm a demented figment of someone's imagination and even I figured it out.
 
"[T]here were two primary objectives of my work. First, I was to justify huge international loans that would funnel money back to MAIN [Chas. T. Main Inc.] and other U.S. companies (such as Bechtel, Halliburton, Stone & Webster, and Brown & Root) through massive engineering and construction projects. Second, I would work to bankrupt the countries that received those loans (after they had paid MAIN and the other U.S. contractors, of course) so that they would be forever beholden to their creditors, and so they would present easy targets when we needed favors, including military bases, UN votes, or access to oil and other natural resources."
- John Perkins: Confessions of an Economic Hit Man -
 
Debunk of the Week
 
Mr. Conspiracy is full of shit. He doesn't know what he's talking about. He describes himself as a demented figment of someone's imagination without bothering to explain who that someone is. I say HE'S the Hollywood dupe. He's attacking the sincerity of the magnificent George Clooney, whose only interest in Darfur is purely humanitarian, in an effort to shift the blame away from the terrorists who threaten this nation with their sharias and fatwahs. I think it's safe to say that if Mr. Conspiracy and George Clooney were to come face to face, Clooney would knock him sillier than a bag of imaginary weapons. The next time Mr. Conspiracy feels like venting his paranoid frustration, he should try imagining a demented figment of my imaginary boot up his ass. Try writing Confessions of an Ergonomic Douchebag, Mr. Conspiracy. That's where your head is.
- I. Rate Citizen -

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An Independence Day Carol
by Michael Dare
 
After a long day of oppressing the masses, George W. Bush is visited by the ghost of Ken Lay on the 4th of July. Lay's leg is chained to bags of pennies equal to the amount of money he stole in his lifetime. Lay tells Bush that his chain is even longer, pointing outside to thousands of ghosts of dead crooks flying by, moaning and groaning while firmly attached to endless chains of their booty. Bush notices the ghost of Richard Nixon chained to the tombstones of every soldier killed in Vietnam during his term, and an iPod strapped to his head playing his 18,000 hours of White House tapes over and over. Bush asks Lay if there's any way he can avoid this fate, and Lay tells him to dismantle his taping system, and late that night, he will be visited by three spirits.
 
After destroying all the recording devices he can find, Bush falls asleep at his desk in the oval office. He's rudely awoken by the rattling chains of the Ghost of Independence Days Past, who gives him a brief history of the founding fathers and their battle against the tyranny of King George, reading to him the declaration of independence and making him understand the significance of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Tiny Tim hobbles along on his crutches. Bush awakens to find himself alone. He falls back asleep.
 
He's then startled awake by the Ghost of Independence Days Present, who shows him the current spirit of the declaration of independence in the world, the struggling poor vs. the ruthless masters. He sees the poverty and suffering of the oppressed and the direct link to his policies gone awry. Tiny Tim is about to die. Bush wakens again to find himself alone in the Oval Office.
 
Finally, he's visited by the Ghost of Independence Days Future, where gangs of fiery rebels fight off the clones and robots of the massive armies of the New World Order in a devastated post-apocalyptic world where everything is radioactive, there is no God, and any adherents to any religious faith, whether Christian, Muslim, or Jew, are hunted down and slaughtered for causing all this mess. Tiny Tim is dead at the feet of a mammoth statue of Bush, pushed over and beheaded.
 
The next morning, Bush wakes up with a smile on his face and a vow to do better. He is a changed man. He buys Tiny Tim a brand new motorized wheelchair and massively funds stem cell research. He pardons all prisoners of political or victimless crimes, withdraws all American troops from everywhere, reinstitutes taxes on the rich, doubles the death tax, disbands the DEA and CIA, gives all American car manufacturers one year to switch from the internal combustion engine to one that works on water, recalls all voting machines and goes back to paper ballots, backs a bill making all campaign contributions of any size illegal, signs the Kyoto Protocols and the Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons, cancels the Patriot Act, cuts all funding to Israel until they adopt a mandatory "Adopt a Palestinian" Day, cuts the defense budget in half, spends the difference on universal health and car insurance for all Americans, and marries Dick Cheney in the world's biggest gay wedding watched by 99% of all TV viewers around the world.
 
After leaving office, he devotes the rest of his life to Greenpeace, the ACLU, and the dismantling of all nukes, aircraft carriers, and tanks. In his later years, he and Dick are often seen walking hand in hand daintily removing all remaining land mines on earth with Tiny Tim's discarded crutch.

Bush had no further intercourse with Spirits. He sidetracked a massive portion of defense spending into the creation of bigger and better fireworks displayed across America on the 4th of July, letting the people see their taxes go up in smoke right in front of their eyes instead of in a foreign land. It was always said of him that he knew how to keep Independence Day well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One! Now get out of my way!
 
The End

Funny, It Did the Opposite for Me
 
The James Blunt song You're Beautiful brought a five-year-old girl out of a coma.

Opportunity for Mischief

Project Gutenberg is a massive online collection of books in the public domain. Distributed Proofreaders is where the public volunteers to proofread new texts for Project Gutenberg. If the phrase "baba-booey" were ever to mysteriously appear in something by Dickens, now's the time.

The Real Threat of Global Warming
by Michael Dare
 
    Pure writing. Writing without a subject matter, writing just to write, writing that doesn't adhere to any prearranged conceptions concerning its origin, writing for the hell of it, writing because you've got nothing better to do, writing right now, at this very moment, and not waiting for the outside world to deliver a subject worthy of your available attention span, writing about itself, writing where you trust your instincts, sure in your talent, writing that takes time to catch up with your thoughts which refuse to stop, writing like a Clapton solo, like Keith Jarrett, a hint of jazz, total improv, writing wrongs, using established guidelines of communication to convey something new, that you've never written before, that you've never thought before, writing so distinct in its clarity of passion that it puts you in a dream state, refusing to adhere to any map with a big X saying dig here, wandering into unknown territory in search of treasure, never knowing what you'll dig up, finding fulfillment in the quest, very much avoiding the subject because there is none.
    Oh sure, I may stumble across something resembling a premise, but that doesn't mean I have to tell you about it. I can delegate everything to subtext, refusing to acknowledge the point, making you work for it so it'll mean more, deliberately leaving out what I'm trying to make obvious, because I can't help it, I've got to type, even though it's not a novel, not journalism, not a memoir, not anything but a train of thought without even the slightest potential for remuneration, writing specifically because no one's paying me to do it, because it feels good to pound the keys, because of the tenuous connection between brain and hand and computer and internet to another computer and brain, delivering a message, passing it along, whatever it may turn out to be.
    I used to know what I was going to write about before I actually started writing until I discovered an inconvenient quote by Hemingway that brought me to a standstill. He said "If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water."
    I'm a writer of prose. I know enough about what I'm writing about. Damned if it didn't look like Hemingway was talking right to me. I took him to mean that if the subject of your piece is "love conquers all," you never actually mention it. Instead you write a piece IN WHICH "love conquers all," and you write it so strongly that the reader will inevitably come to the right conclusion, that love does indeed conquer all, without your ever having to come right out and state it.
    In other words don't just bury the lead, cremate it. Make the headline ANYTHING BUT the lead. Make the headline the punchline that doesn't make any sense until you finish reading the article. A casual browser through your average news source is much more apt to read an article called "What's that Stink?" than one called "Mix-up at Garbage Processing Plant" because the former headline will never make any sense unless they actually read the article. Who says you have to think of the headline first. Make it the last.
    So after that goddam Hemingway quote, I write another way. Call it subterfuge by proxy. "Pick what you've got to say and then don't say it" has been my recent motto, going entirely against the constant flow of so-called journalism that always tells you exactly what it's talking about. I only talk about whatever it is I'm not talking about. I dance around the subject with impenetrable pirouettes, adding more and more subjects to be avoided that should more reasonably be openly stated. After all, it's a literary conceit, not a real iceberg. There's no reason to adhere to the actual physics of how icebergs float. Who says you've got to stick to burying seven-eighths? How about four-eighths? I figured 50/50 text/subtext is just about manageable. Fuck Hemingway's iceberg. How about picking five things you're not going to say, then pointing to only four of them, just to keep the reader guessing. Forgive me but I've been subconsciously applying this absurd rule to my writing, in novels, letters, and journalism, for longer than I can try to remember.
    Something just like what you're reading right now. I buried the lead so far I can't even remember what it looked like, but like I said, fuck Hemingway and the imaginary iceberg he's standing on. Some things deserve to be buried. Soon global warming will melt the polar icecaps and there will be no more Hemingway.
 
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Don't Take My Word For It
 
"Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working."
- Pablo Picasso -
 
"A man should not strive to eliminate his complexes but to get into accord with them. They are legitimately what directs his conduct in the world."
- Sigmund Freud -
 
"When you start writing you're 98% pure writer and 2% critic. After you've written for a length of time, you've learned a great deal about your craft, and you've become 2% pure writer and 98% critic. It's like writing uphill."
- David Westheimer -
 
"Art is a moral passion married to entertainment. Moral passion without entertainment is propaganda, and entertainment without moral passion is television."
- Rita Mae Brown -
 
"Whenever you write, whatever you write, never make the mistake of assuming the audience is any less intelligent than you are."
- Rod Serling -
 
"If Hitler's still alive, I hope he's out of town with a musical."
- Larry Gelbart -
"A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer."
- Karl Kraus -
 
"There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality."
- Pablo Picasso -
 
"If you're going through hell, keep going."
- Winston Churchill -
 
"Satires which the censor can understand are justly forbidden."
- Karl Kraus -
 
"To escape criticism - say nothing, do nothing, be nothing."
- Elbert Hubbard -
 
"Don't be seduced into thinking that that which does not make a profit is without value."
- Arthur Miller -
 
"I hear and I forget; I see and I remember; I write and I understand."
- Chinese proverb -
 
"No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader."
- Robert Frost -
 
"I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it."
- Pablo Picasso -
 
"I write because I hate. A lot. Hard."
- William Gass -
 
"Writing is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to those who have none."
- Jules Renard -
 
"Fifty years old and still only a writer!"
- F. Scott Fitzgerald -
 
"After being turned down by numerous publishers, he decided to write for posterity."
- George Ade -
 
"Write when there is something that you know; and not before; and not too damned much after."
- Ernest Hemingway -
 
"Writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painfull illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon one can neither resist nor understand."
- George Orwell
 
"People do not deserve to have good writing, they are so pleased with bad."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson -
 
"When you make a thing, a thing that is new, it is so complicated making it, that it is bound to be ugly. But those that make it after you, they don't have to worry about making it. They can make it pretty, and so everybody can like it...when others make it after you."
- Picasso -
 
"The only certainty about writing and trying to be a writer is that it has to be done, not dreamed of or planned and never written, or talked about (the ego eventually falls apart like a soaked sponge), but simply written; it's a dreadful, awful fact that writing is like any other work."
- Janet Frame -
 
"Writers write about what obsesses them. You draw those cards. I lost my mother when I was 14. My daughter died at the age of 6. I lost my faith as a Catholic. When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is."
- Anne Rice -
 
"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."
- Edgar Allen Poe -
 
"It is the task of the scenarist to invent little pieces of business that are so characteristic and give so deep an insight into his creatures, that their personalities clearly and organically unfold before the eyes of the audience so that the latter feel that the actions of these people are contingent upon their characters, that there exists some kind of a logical fate, and that nothing is left to mere accident or coincidence."
- Ernst Lubitsch -
 
"Writing is so difficult that I often feel that writers, having had their hell on earth, will escape all punishment thereafter."
- Jessamyn West -
 
"Art is not truth; art is the lie which makes us see the truth."
- Pablo P