Count the Dead Animals!
August 29, 2008
I have been quiet about politics this week because I really had no desire to be part of the chattering going on about he DNC convention. There are smarter and more eloquent people out there already on that assignment. I did watch Obama’s speech last night, and let me tell you, he is a masterful speaker. I do not believe he can deliver all the change he promises, but if he could work on that 10 year plan, I’d be satisfied.
The ship is sinking and people are flocking to a candidate that represents optimism. I don’t blame them. Few people are able to face up to the reality of our political system. So if a candidate offers a little positivity in this world, the masses eat it up. So what?
The Lesser of Two Evils is Still Evil. That was my mantra in 2000 when I voted for Nader. I still believe it, but just can’t get that worked up about it anymore. The ship is sinking. If I have to hear someone deliver my pre-death eulogy, at least they can make it sound pleasing to my ears.
So this morning I am resigned. I don’t think any amount of voting for third parties, or crashing the gates, or taking to the streets with pitchforks is going to fix the gaping hole in the hull. This shit is going down. We can argue about whether the chaise lounge looks better by the cabana bar or next to the climbing wall, but we are about to take a bath in icy water.
Some might say I’m being cynical, or negative. I think I’m just being realistic. Whether Obama sweeps the election, or the Old Man steals it via Diebold, America is on the decline. The corporations have a stranglehold on everything, and they do not intend to let go until the whole damn house of cards comes tumbling down. So be it. I have always longed to live in a simpler system, where neighbors take care of neighbors and interpersonal relations are what define us.
So kudos to Barack Obama. He knows how to make corporate dominance and helplessness sexy again. And as my body becomes numb and I sink below the icy waters to rest at the bottom of the Atlantic, I sure as hell would rather hear an eloquent voice than some old man shouting, “YOU KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN!”
August 25, 2008
And guess what happened shortly after this picture was taken? Projectiles, in the form of bottles, started flying over my head. Then the bear mace and concussion grenades started coming.
Pepper spray, bear mace, what’s the diff?
August 19, 2008
That’s right, folks. john McCain can shut his old, wrinkly claptrap about being tortured.
All the things done to McCain in Vietnam – stress positions, sleep deprivation, extreme temperatures, withholding medical attention, beatings – were legalized by the Military Commissions Act of 2006.
No war crimes were committed against McCain. And the techniques used are, according to the president, tools to extract accurate information. And so the false confessions that McCain was forced to make were, according to the logic of the Bush administration, as accurate as the “intelligence” we have procured from “interrogating” terror suspects…the government of the United States now practices the very same techniques that the Communist government of North Vietnam once proudly used against American soldiers.
HEY, OLD MAN! QUIT YER BITCHIN’! I’m sure Ho Chi Minh determined that Enhanced Interogation Techniques were necessary to guard against the American threat, so who are you to complain?
Do you hear these guys complaining?:
August 14, 2008
“Not every wrong, or even every violation of the law, is a crime.”
Those word were actually spoken by our Attorney General. The number one person in our country’s law enforcement community. To the American Bar Association.
August 13, 2008
August 6, 2008
So the main suspect (this time) in the anthrax attacks has died of an ‘apparent suicide’.
If this wasn’t an inside job, I don’t know nothin’.
I could go on and on, but what is there to say? I believe that Dick Cheney was directly involved in the planning and implementation of these traitorous attacks, with the purpose of terrorizing the American people into giving the government everything they wanted. I have a few excerpts below that may or my not support my case. I’ll let you decide.
On the night of the Sept. 11 attacks, the White House Medical Office dispensed Cipro to staff accompanying Vice President Dick Cheney as he was secreted off to the safety of Camp David, and told them it was “a precaution,” according to one person directly involved.
Between three and eight workers on loan from the U.S. Postal Service had access to that contaminated machine where a trace amount – anywhere from 20 to 500 spores – of anthrax was found… At least 8,000 spores must be inhaled into the lungs to get the most deadly form of anthrax. Substantially fewer spores can cause the highly treatable cutaneous form of anthrax if they enter a cut in the skin.
The attacks were not entirely unexpected. I had been told soon after Sept. 11 to secure Cipro, the antidote to anthrax. The tip had come in a roundabout way from a high government official, and I immediately acted on it. I was carrying Cipro way before most people had ever heard of it.
The FBI must not let the death of Bruce Ivins deter it from completing a full and thorough investigation of the attacks…The chance to prove Ivins’ guilt before a court of law has been lost, but the need for a thorough investigation and a full accounting to the American people remains…It appears increasingly likely that the only significant bioterrorism attack in history may have originated from right within the biodefense program of our own country…The implications for our understanding of the bioterrorism threat and for our entire biodefense strategy and enterprise are potentially profound.