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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
- Sell it all, give
the proceeds to charity, and
move to Tibet.
- Rid yourself of
that ratty old thing and get a
new one.
- Treat yourself to
something special.
- Learn something.
- Call someone who'd
like to hear from you.
- Run around naked.
- Change your mind
about something.
- Help someone do
something.
- Reach down into the
deepest boroughs of your immortal
soul and get me a cup of tea.
- Write a letter to
an asshole but don't send it.
- Try something new.
- Don't get in
anyone's way.
- Go into the
publishing industry and publish a
coffee-table book called The
Best of Disinfotainment Today.
- Worry about
something you've never worried about
and stop worrying about something you've been worrying about.
- Add to this list
and spam it.


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
- I would have moved
all that stuff about life,
liberty, and the perfuit of happineff from
the Declaration of Independence to the Constitution, making them actual
constitutional rights instead of just nice words without the force of
law
behind them.
- To life, liberty,
and the perfuit of happineff,
I would add
"the right to vote, which may not be withheld under any circumstances."
No more debate over who gets to vote. The answer is every citizen, man,
woman, black, white, Christian, Jew, even lunatics and felons. Charles
Manson gets to vote. It's particularly important that prisons and
insane
asylums be polling places since corrupt leaders have a history of
sticking
their opponents in prisons and insane asylums. Prisoners in the war on
drugs should unquestionably have a say in the politics that keeps them
behind bars (def. #1) instead of behind bars (def. #2). Since leaders
can
apparently put anyone in the brig they damn well please, they have
control
over their own re-election, unless everyone gets to vote.
- No victimless
crimes. All prosecutions must contain
a complaint by an individual who has suffered damages from the accused.
Like John Stuart Mill says, "The only purpose for which power can be
rightfully
exercised over any member of a civilized community, against his will,
is
to prevent harm to others. His own good, either physical or moral, is
not
sufficient warrant." Thus endeth, before it ever began, the wonderful
war
on drugs.
- The first duty of
anyone found guilty of a crime
is payback to the victim. Any incarceration may not end until the
victim
has gotten full restitution as determined in court. All prisoners have
the opportunity to make honest wages while behind bars, with all wages
and profits from their enterprise going to their victims till they're
paid
back, oh, what the hell, double, maybe triple in some cases.
- Ignorance of the
law IS an excuse when the law
isn't taught in schools. What, you're just expected to KNOW these
things?
All high school students must be taught all the major laws so they're
forewarned.
- Corporations are
not people and have less legal
rights than people.
- All political
campaigns will come out of a general
fund. All political contributions are illegal.
- All public servants
must immediately divest their
interest of any stocks or bonds, keeping their savings in a standard
savings
account like everyone else. Other than their weekly government
paycheck,
no elected public servant may accept any form of payment from anyone,
ever,
in any way, shape, or form. Making political contributions, whether
giving
or receiving, is a felony.
- The president can
have sex with whomever they
want as long as the other party is willing.
- Taxing income is
illegal. Government shall get
all funds from sales tax.
- Absolutely every
law on the books must prove its
efficiency and be renewed every five years or it automatically goes
bye-bye.
- All prisons will be
turned into farms where prisoners
grow their own food and factories where they make their own clothes.
Prisons,
and prisoners, should be self-sufficient and no burden upon the
taxpayer
whatsoever. Teach sociopaths to work for a living.
- In order to
guarantee separation of church and
state, religion shall be a mandatory elementary school course that
teaches
the religions of the world, not as dogma but as simple facts. Judaism
is
a religion with X amount of followers who believe Y, Christianity is a
religion with X amount of followers who believe Y, etc. Teach every
faith
equally and let kids decide for themselves which one to
follow.
- Paper ballots, of
course.
- Supreme court
appointments are for four years
and they're out of there.
- All government
paperwork is available for public
scrutiny.
- Every citizen of
the US shall have a personal
representative in the House of Representatives. Elections for the house
shall not be winner take all. Whoever each citizen votes for becomes
their
representative. Period. Everybody gets representation. Representatives
who represent the most people wield the most power.

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."
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.”
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 -
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 -
Co-Sponsor
of This Issue

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.
Project Gutenberg
is a massive online collection of books in the public domain. Distributed
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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.
MD
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 |