During Vietnam, some soldiers created necklaces of hacked-off human ears. During World War II, some soldiers brought home skulls, and ears, and bones as trophies.
During Gulf War II/Afghanistan, some American soldiers brutally beat prisoners entrusted to them--some broke bones, some beat the prisoners to death. Some appeared to delight in torturing and humiliating their prisoners. Many troops believed that their commanding officers supported the suspension of the Geneva Conventions during this conflict, and said they were under the impression their brutal treatment was just following orders.
There came a time when pictures from one jail, Abu Ghraib, were made public--pictures of the torture and mistreatment of prisoners at the hands of American guards. When these pictures were made public, it was the existence of the pictures--not the behaviors of the guards, grinning and pointing at the genitals of their prisoners--that excited concern from the Bush administration. "These pictures will make us look bad!" was their thinking--not "these behaviors are immoral."
There came a time when pictures from the battlefield became publicly known--pictures of mutilated Iraqi corpses with grinning, pointing American solidiers posed next to them, pictures of the genitals of wounded Iraqi women, pictures of charred corpses, pictures of hacked-off limbs, pictures American troops had brought to post on the internet at NowThatsFuckedUp.com, trading sadistic death porn in exchange for sex porn, in a scandal known as "Do-It-Yourself Abu Ghraib."
There came a time when treatment of prisoners at Guantanamo Bay was made public--tales of torture and mistreatment of prisoners by their American guards, and tales of sacrilegious treatment of the Koran, the prisoners' holy book. This concerned the Bush administration. Not the behavior--the discovery of the behavior. "These stories will make us look bad!" was their thinking--not "these behaviors are immoral."
There came a time when the existence of CDs showing the rape of children by American troops was made known, but their release to the public was prevented by the Bush administration. "These pictures will make us look bad!" was their thinking--not "these behaviors are immoral."
In the Bush administration, everything is weighed by its spin; will action A. provide us with more power, or less? Will we gain more profit, or less? Will we look better, or worse?
Nothing said about right vs. wrong.
Nothing about preferring good to evil.
With Bubble Boy and his black-heart neo-cons, the culture of chickenhawks, America is utterly empty of any moral leadership. What attracts their "moral" attention is evaluating the sexual practices of grown men and women, and protecting the so-called "human rights" of embryoes who cannot in any case survive on their own.
When it comes to the human rights records of their authoritarian oilist allies--sexual slavery, indentured servitude, women's rights count for absolutely nothing.
Something's missing.
Winston Churchill said, "A country without a conscience is a country without a soul, and a country without a soul is a country that cannot survive."
Is Winston speaking about us, boys and girls?
Compare and contrast with the following:
A Task.
by Czeslaw Milosz
In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my life
Only if I brought myself to make a public confession
Revealing a sham, my own and of my epoch:
We were permitted to shriek in the tongue of dwarfs and demons
But pure and generous words were forbidden
Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared to pronounce one
Considered himself as a lost man.
.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Saturday, September 24, 2005
America, America, America: Torture For Fun? No problema!
Torture.
From the New York Times, "3 in 82nd Airborne Say Beating Iraqi Prisoners Was Routine: Told Rights Group Goals Were Intelligence and Fun."
You heard that right.
Torture, American-style: that would be torture "for fun."
Recall tubby druggie Rush yapping about torture at Abu Ghraib and at Gitmo as being nothing more than frat boy high-jinx?
Recall Rummy's comments that since he stands for eight hours a day, "stress positions" couldn't be all that bad?
Consider:
"Three U.S. army personnel-two sergeants and a captain-describe routine, severe beatings of prisoners and other cruel and inhumane treatment. In one incident, a soldier is alleged to have broken a detainee's leg with a baseball bat. Detainees were also forced to hold five-gallon jugs of water with their arms outstretched and perform other acts until they passed out.
"Soldiers also applied chemical substances to detainees' skin and eyes, and subjected detainees to forced stress positions, sleep deprivation, and extremes of hot and cold. Detainees were also stacked into human pyramids and denied food and water. The soldiers also described abuses they witnessed or participated in at another base in Iraq and during earlier deployments in Afghanistan.
"According to the soldiers' accounts, U.S. personnel abused detainees as part of the military interrogation process or merely to 'relieve stress.'
"In numerous cases, they said that abuse was specifically ordered by Military Intelligence personnel before interrogations, and that superior officers within and outside of Military Intelligence knew about the widespread abuse.
"The accounts show that abuses resulted from civilian and military failures of leadership and confusion about interrogation standards and the application of the Geneva Conventions."
Gee, why would that be? Thanks again, future Supreme Court Justice, "No-Genevas" Gonzalez.
"They contradict claims by the Bush administration that detainee abuses by U.S. forces abroad have been infrequent, exceptional and unrelated to policy.
"'The administration demanded that soldiers extract information from detainees without telling them what was allowed and what was forbidden,' said Tom Malinowski, Washington Director of Human Rights Watch. 'Yet when abuses inevitably followed, the leadership blamed the soldiers in the field instead of taking responsibility.'"
Hmm. Sounds like Rummy, sounds like Bubble Boy.
"Soldiers referred to abusive techniques as "smoking" or "fucking" detainees, who are known as "PUCs," or Persons Under Control. "Smoking a PUC" referred to exhausting detainees with physical exercises (sometimes to the point of unconsciousness) or forcing detainees to hold painful positions.
"Fucking a PUC" detainees referred to beating or torturing them severely. The soldiers said that Military Intelligence personnel regularly instructed soldiers to "smoke" detainees before interrogations.
"One sergeant told Human Rights Watch: "Everyone in camp knew if you wanted to work out your frustration you show up at the PUC tent. In a way it was sport… One day [a sergeant] shows up and tells a PUC to grab a pole. He told him to bend over and broke the guy's leg with a mini Louisville Slugger, a metal bat."
"The officer who spoke to Human Rights Watch made persistent efforts over 17 months to raise concerns about detainee abuse with his chain of command and to obtain clearer rules on the proper treatment of detainees, but was consistently told to ignore abuses and to "consider your career." He believes he was not taken seriously until he approached members of Congress to raise his concerns.
"When the officer made an appointment this month with Senate staff members of Senators John McCain and John Warner, he says his commanding officer denied him a pass to leave his base."
I love black-heart neo-con moral values. Don't limit the size of your family; go ahead and beat the crap out of jailed furriners.
When we will be able to see Rush and Rummy hamstrung into pretzel-positions and hung out over a boiling vat of Katrina's toxic waste?
When will we be able to see Condi and Cheney with in black KKK hoods, their arms outstretched, teetering above a pile of slippery boxes, attached to real electrodes?
When will we be able to see John Bolton, naked and humiliated, forced to urinate and defecate all over himself, whacking off at the pleasure of his captors?
And--what about George?
It would be just for fun!
Tell me once again about the 'moral values' of these wretched neo-cons, crying crocodile tears about all the lonely embryoes whilst encouraging our boys to break the legs of their boys with baseball bats.
For fun.
From the New York Times, "3 in 82nd Airborne Say Beating Iraqi Prisoners Was Routine: Told Rights Group Goals Were Intelligence and Fun."
You heard that right.
Torture, American-style: that would be torture "for fun."
Recall tubby druggie Rush yapping about torture at Abu Ghraib and at Gitmo as being nothing more than frat boy high-jinx?
Recall Rummy's comments that since he stands for eight hours a day, "stress positions" couldn't be all that bad?
Consider:
"Three U.S. army personnel-two sergeants and a captain-describe routine, severe beatings of prisoners and other cruel and inhumane treatment. In one incident, a soldier is alleged to have broken a detainee's leg with a baseball bat. Detainees were also forced to hold five-gallon jugs of water with their arms outstretched and perform other acts until they passed out.
"Soldiers also applied chemical substances to detainees' skin and eyes, and subjected detainees to forced stress positions, sleep deprivation, and extremes of hot and cold. Detainees were also stacked into human pyramids and denied food and water. The soldiers also described abuses they witnessed or participated in at another base in Iraq and during earlier deployments in Afghanistan.
"According to the soldiers' accounts, U.S. personnel abused detainees as part of the military interrogation process or merely to 'relieve stress.'
"In numerous cases, they said that abuse was specifically ordered by Military Intelligence personnel before interrogations, and that superior officers within and outside of Military Intelligence knew about the widespread abuse.
"The accounts show that abuses resulted from civilian and military failures of leadership and confusion about interrogation standards and the application of the Geneva Conventions."
Gee, why would that be? Thanks again, future Supreme Court Justice, "No-Genevas" Gonzalez.
"They contradict claims by the Bush administration that detainee abuses by U.S. forces abroad have been infrequent, exceptional and unrelated to policy.
"'The administration demanded that soldiers extract information from detainees without telling them what was allowed and what was forbidden,' said Tom Malinowski, Washington Director of Human Rights Watch. 'Yet when abuses inevitably followed, the leadership blamed the soldiers in the field instead of taking responsibility.'"
Hmm. Sounds like Rummy, sounds like Bubble Boy.
"Soldiers referred to abusive techniques as "smoking" or "fucking" detainees, who are known as "PUCs," or Persons Under Control. "Smoking a PUC" referred to exhausting detainees with physical exercises (sometimes to the point of unconsciousness) or forcing detainees to hold painful positions.
"Fucking a PUC" detainees referred to beating or torturing them severely. The soldiers said that Military Intelligence personnel regularly instructed soldiers to "smoke" detainees before interrogations.
"One sergeant told Human Rights Watch: "Everyone in camp knew if you wanted to work out your frustration you show up at the PUC tent. In a way it was sport… One day [a sergeant] shows up and tells a PUC to grab a pole. He told him to bend over and broke the guy's leg with a mini Louisville Slugger, a metal bat."
"The officer who spoke to Human Rights Watch made persistent efforts over 17 months to raise concerns about detainee abuse with his chain of command and to obtain clearer rules on the proper treatment of detainees, but was consistently told to ignore abuses and to "consider your career." He believes he was not taken seriously until he approached members of Congress to raise his concerns.
"When the officer made an appointment this month with Senate staff members of Senators John McCain and John Warner, he says his commanding officer denied him a pass to leave his base."
I love black-heart neo-con moral values. Don't limit the size of your family; go ahead and beat the crap out of jailed furriners.
When we will be able to see Rush and Rummy hamstrung into pretzel-positions and hung out over a boiling vat of Katrina's toxic waste?
When will we be able to see Condi and Cheney with in black KKK hoods, their arms outstretched, teetering above a pile of slippery boxes, attached to real electrodes?
When will we be able to see John Bolton, naked and humiliated, forced to urinate and defecate all over himself, whacking off at the pleasure of his captors?
And--what about George?
It would be just for fun!
Tell me once again about the 'moral values' of these wretched neo-cons, crying crocodile tears about all the lonely embryoes whilst encouraging our boys to break the legs of their boys with baseball bats.
For fun.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
In Nightmares Begin Responsibilities
Time to kiss Roe v. Wade goodbye, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome in the official Judge John Roberts era of forced maternity.
That's where we are now, brought there thanks to Bubble Boy, foreshadowed by repeated heh-heh-heh "Dred Scott decision" heh-heh-heh nudge-nudge wink-wink innuendo moments during his 2004 campaign.
Bubble Boy sure can smirk, but I'm not smirking about his plan to repeal women's reproductive freedom. That's a tragedy.
Not Judge Roberts' simplistic "tragedy of abortion"-type tragedy--alright, he's Roman Catholic, he can get away with it--at least they're consistent within their tradition, well, pretty much, except for that big fat "just war" loophole--but the actual American tragedy is that of post-born women, and their actual post-born kids and their actual post-born families.
Let's welcome, then, the coming upsurge of unwanted babies, thanks a lot.
Let's have more and more babies we can't care for, we can't afford, we can't deal with. Let's have a little more child abuse, because, really, stressed out moms and dads who can't make ends meet, well, they're not going to be the poster boys and girls for patient parenting, are they? Let's up the general quota of maternal/child suffering.
And crime. Let's not forget crime. "Unwantedness leads to high crime," according to economist Stephen Levitt and Steven Dubner. "When a woman does not want to have a child, she usually has good reason. She may be unmarried or in a bad marriage. She may consider herslef too poor to raise a child. She may think her life is too unstable or too unhappy, or she may think that her drinking and drug use will damage the baby's health. . . for any of a hundred reasons, she may feel that she cannot provide a home environment that is conducive to raising a healthy and productive child. . . . Two factors--childhood poverty and a single-parent household--are among the strongest predictors that a child will have a criminal future."
But that's ok with the people ordering mothers to bear children against their will.
It's all about being a selfish, black-heart neo-con with no capacity for empathy, much less compassion: as in Bubble Boy, and his anti-choice lynch mobs.
It's about punishing women for being women, punishing the poor for being poor, and punishing the pregnant for the act of conception itself.
The crackpots across the street from Camp Casey said it best: WE DON'T CARE. WE DON'T CARE. WE DON'T CARE.
They don't.
No surprises there.
We'll shriek hysterically about the horror of murdering embryoes, but are fine with sending the grown-up ones to die in Iraq. We'll weep sadly about fetuses, but put our own accumulation of wealth first, putting ourselves always at the head of every line. We'll yap endlessly about culture-of-life, culture-of-life, but we really couldn't give a shit about anyone but ourselves. We'll squawk about culture-of-life, culture-of-life, but we'll cause pain whenever we please, to whomever we please; we'll do anything to anyone whenever we want to--so long as it's not residing in a womb or in a petri dish.
The so-called "culture of life" is really a culture of death; a culture of ego, a culture of me-first, a culture of "gimme," a culture of torture in which your pain is perfectly permissible.
It's not really very Christian at all.
That's where we are now, brought there thanks to Bubble Boy, foreshadowed by repeated heh-heh-heh "Dred Scott decision" heh-heh-heh nudge-nudge wink-wink innuendo moments during his 2004 campaign.
Bubble Boy sure can smirk, but I'm not smirking about his plan to repeal women's reproductive freedom. That's a tragedy.
Not Judge Roberts' simplistic "tragedy of abortion"-type tragedy--alright, he's Roman Catholic, he can get away with it--at least they're consistent within their tradition, well, pretty much, except for that big fat "just war" loophole--but the actual American tragedy is that of post-born women, and their actual post-born kids and their actual post-born families.
Let's welcome, then, the coming upsurge of unwanted babies, thanks a lot.
Let's have more and more babies we can't care for, we can't afford, we can't deal with. Let's have a little more child abuse, because, really, stressed out moms and dads who can't make ends meet, well, they're not going to be the poster boys and girls for patient parenting, are they? Let's up the general quota of maternal/child suffering.
And crime. Let's not forget crime. "Unwantedness leads to high crime," according to economist Stephen Levitt and Steven Dubner. "When a woman does not want to have a child, she usually has good reason. She may be unmarried or in a bad marriage. She may consider herslef too poor to raise a child. She may think her life is too unstable or too unhappy, or she may think that her drinking and drug use will damage the baby's health. . . for any of a hundred reasons, she may feel that she cannot provide a home environment that is conducive to raising a healthy and productive child. . . . Two factors--childhood poverty and a single-parent household--are among the strongest predictors that a child will have a criminal future."
But that's ok with the people ordering mothers to bear children against their will.
It's all about being a selfish, black-heart neo-con with no capacity for empathy, much less compassion: as in Bubble Boy, and his anti-choice lynch mobs.
It's about punishing women for being women, punishing the poor for being poor, and punishing the pregnant for the act of conception itself.
The crackpots across the street from Camp Casey said it best: WE DON'T CARE. WE DON'T CARE. WE DON'T CARE.
They don't.
No surprises there.
We'll shriek hysterically about the horror of murdering embryoes, but are fine with sending the grown-up ones to die in Iraq. We'll weep sadly about fetuses, but put our own accumulation of wealth first, putting ourselves always at the head of every line. We'll yap endlessly about culture-of-life, culture-of-life, but we really couldn't give a shit about anyone but ourselves. We'll squawk about culture-of-life, culture-of-life, but we'll cause pain whenever we please, to whomever we please; we'll do anything to anyone whenever we want to--so long as it's not residing in a womb or in a petri dish.
The so-called "culture of life" is really a culture of death; a culture of ego, a culture of me-first, a culture of "gimme," a culture of torture in which your pain is perfectly permissible.
It's not really very Christian at all.
Friday, September 16, 2005
In Nightmares Begin Responsibilities: The Tao of Bubble Boy
"Poor people are poor because they are lazy."
The Tao of Bubble Boy.
Dear Bubble Boy:
Despite what your insensitive, racist, college dropout mom taught you, poor people are poor because they don't earn enough money to be rich, or because they have not inherited sufficient funds to live on (interest from inherited) bread alone.
Poor people are poor--oh, and sick--because even when they work, they don't earn enough money to pay for rent, or clothes, or health care. Oh, and they get sick because they eat cheap junk food because--it's cheap.
Recently, the cost of health care rose to equal earnings from minimum wage jobs. The latimes reported that "average annual premiums for family coverage grew more than 9% since last year to $10,880. A minimum wage worker earns $10,712 before taxes. "
You, Bubble Boy, recently reduced the hourly wages for reconstruction workers in the aftermath of Katrina. Isn't that nice?
As for Katrina evacuees, here's the picture from the Washington Post:
Six in 10 evacuees had family incomes of less than $20,000 last year. Half have children younger than 18. One in eight was unemployed when the storm hit. Seven in 10 said they have no insurance to cover their losses. Fully half have no health insurance. Four in 10 suffer from heart disease, diabetes, high blood pressure or are physically disabled.
That's pretty seriously poor--and ill. All their fault, of course.
And what about that unemployment thing? Wow. Must be so lazy.
On the other hand, neither one of your college graduate daughters works. That makes them both unemployed. Is that why neither one, much less you you, cares about the minimum wage? But why aren't they starving, if they're not working? "Daddy's friends"? "Daddy'?
You, Bubble Boy, a noted dunce, got into Yale and Harvard because of your "Daddy's friends." This, according to you.
Do poor people have "Daddy's friends" who can help them get into Yale? Do poor people have "Daddy's friends" who can help them get into Harvard? Do poor people have disproportionate incidence of diabetes and obesity because they have less access to vegetables, protein, and dinners at the Fairfield Country Club with Muffies and Binkies?
Do poor people have "Daddy's friends" to get them into the National Guard as a a way to avoid going to Vietnam, even though they, like you, might support the fighting of that war, but just not want themselves to be exploded? Do poor people have "Daddy's friends" to cover-up one's illegal drug use, and one's derelictions of duty, so that one suffers no consequences pretty much however deeply one screws up?
Do poor people have trust funds? Do poor people have financial advisers? Do poor people get tax breaks? Do poor people know how to scam like Halliburton, Bechtel, and CACI? Do poor people have "Daddy's friends" who can help them get into the oil business, and into the Texas Rangers business?
Why don't they?
Are they too lazy?
The Tao of Bubble Boy.
Dear Bubble Boy:
Despite what your insensitive, racist, college dropout mom taught you, poor people are poor because they don't earn enough money to be rich, or because they have not inherited sufficient funds to live on (interest from inherited) bread alone.
Poor people are poor--oh, and sick--because even when they work, they don't earn enough money to pay for rent, or clothes, or health care. Oh, and they get sick because they eat cheap junk food because--it's cheap.
Recently, the cost of health care rose to equal earnings from minimum wage jobs. The latimes reported that "average annual premiums for family coverage grew more than 9% since last year to $10,880. A minimum wage worker earns $10,712 before taxes. "
You, Bubble Boy, recently reduced the hourly wages for reconstruction workers in the aftermath of Katrina. Isn't that nice?
As for Katrina evacuees, here's the picture from the Washington Post:
Six in 10 evacuees had family incomes of less than $20,000 last year. Half have children younger than 18. One in eight was unemployed when the storm hit. Seven in 10 said they have no insurance to cover their losses. Fully half have no health insurance. Four in 10 suffer from heart disease, diabetes, high blood pressure or are physically disabled.
That's pretty seriously poor--and ill. All their fault, of course.
And what about that unemployment thing? Wow. Must be so lazy.
On the other hand, neither one of your college graduate daughters works. That makes them both unemployed. Is that why neither one, much less you you, cares about the minimum wage? But why aren't they starving, if they're not working? "Daddy's friends"? "Daddy'?
You, Bubble Boy, a noted dunce, got into Yale and Harvard because of your "Daddy's friends." This, according to you.
Do poor people have "Daddy's friends" who can help them get into Yale? Do poor people have "Daddy's friends" who can help them get into Harvard? Do poor people have disproportionate incidence of diabetes and obesity because they have less access to vegetables, protein, and dinners at the Fairfield Country Club with Muffies and Binkies?
Do poor people have "Daddy's friends" to get them into the National Guard as a a way to avoid going to Vietnam, even though they, like you, might support the fighting of that war, but just not want themselves to be exploded? Do poor people have "Daddy's friends" to cover-up one's illegal drug use, and one's derelictions of duty, so that one suffers no consequences pretty much however deeply one screws up?
Do poor people have trust funds? Do poor people have financial advisers? Do poor people get tax breaks? Do poor people know how to scam like Halliburton, Bechtel, and CACI? Do poor people have "Daddy's friends" who can help them get into the oil business, and into the Texas Rangers business?
Why don't they?
Are they too lazy?
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
In Nightmares Begin Responsibilities: We Can't Care for the Children We Already Have
Eleven Children Found Caged in Ohio Home
Oh, and here's another:
Published September 15, 2005
The fact is, we in America, supposedly the richest country in the world, do not properly care for the children (and families) we already have.
Why would one want to make a bad situation even worse, having the government force women to bear children they know they are unable to care for?
"Sheriff's deputies found 11 children locked in cages with alarms in a north Ohio home, and prosecutors are looking into possible charges of abuse and neglect.
The children, ages 1 to 14, were in nine cages in the walls of a house outside this city of about 1,000 about 50 miles west of Cleveland, according to the Huron County Sheriff's Office. They had no blankets or pillows, and the cages were rigged with alarms that sounded if the cages were opened, Lt. Randy Sommers said.
The children told authorities they slept in the 40-inches-high by 40 inches-deep cages at night. Doors to some of the cages were blocked with heavy furniture.
Sharen and Mike Gravelle are adoptive or foster parents for all 11 children, officials said. Prosecutors are reviewing the case, but no charges had been filed as of Monday night.
A children's services investigator saw one of the children in a cage Friday, Sommers said. The sheriff's office obtained a warrant and returned to the house around 5 that evening and removed the children."
Oh, and here's another:
For torturing kids, couple get 15 years
By ABBIE VANSICKLEThe Dollars say their strong religious beliefs led them to pull out toenails of five of their foster children, starve them and give them electric shocks.
Published September 15, 2005
INVERNESS - A Citrus County couple accused of torturing and starving five children agreed Wednesday to 15-year prison sentences, then said the crimes occurred because they took their religious beliefs too far.
"We are sorry that the children are hurt," John Dollar said. "We are firm believers in the God almighty ... because of those principles we were led to do certain things."
Those "things," prosecutors say, included pulling out the children's toenails with pliers, starving them and shocking them with a cattle prod.
John and Linda Dollar faced 150 years in prison if convicted at trial. . .
Their 16-year-old boy weighed 59 pounds. Twin boys, age 14, weighed 36 and 38 pounds. The children were compared to prisoners of war because of the abuse they suffered and the traumatic effects that still haunt them.
Wednesday's hearing was likely the final chapter in the criminal case, which first caught the public's eye after the Dollars' 16-year-old son was taken to a hospital emergency room with a head wound and red marks on his neck.
He was severely underweight, which sparked an investigation by the Citrus County Sheriff's Office and the Department of Children and Families. Shortly after, the Dollar children were removed from their adoptive parents and placed in foster care. The couple fled to Utah, where they were apprehended.
Disturbing details of the Dollars' life soon surfaced.
The family had operated a private Christian (sic) school in Tennessee, but many of the students rarely saw the Dollar children.When the family moved to the Tampa Bay area, they changed homes frequently. Between 1990 and 2004, the Dollars bought and sold a half-dozen homes in Hillsborough County, from Plant City to Riverview to Valrico.
A closet door at one of their Hillsborough homes had a lock installed on its outside, as if it were meant to keep someone inside, not out.
A bag of what appeared to be toenails was found in the family's motorhome . . . "
The fact is, we in America, supposedly the richest country in the world, do not properly care for the children (and families) we already have.
Why would one want to make a bad situation even worse, having the government force women to bear children they know they are unable to care for?
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Gag Barbara With a (Silver) Spoon.
Dear Non-College-Graduate and Unrepentant Me-First-ist Barbara Bush:
I'm wondering, why does your beautiful little mind feel "sort of scarey" about the prospect of people of color moving into your white-bread neighborhood? Are you afraid property values will go down?
Are you the one who taught your pig-headedly-ignorant, egomaniacal, animal-abusing, borderline-sociopathic son that "poor people are poor because they're lazy"*?
(*See below: "Bubble Boy Deja Vu: MIA All Over Again")
Are you the one who taught your Bubble Boy not to bother about counting body bags, perhaps because those persons they contain are dead already, so therefore one's beautiful mind might as well be pointed elsewhere as the dead can provide one with no particular advantages?
Are you the one who taught Bubble Boy that being an abortionist of the post-born was karmically correct but that, on the other hand, all the embryoes in test tubes with big round sad eyes are the ones who much more truly deserve Bubble Boy's help and compassion? Just asking.
Say, Babs, considering your remark that it was "scarey" that all these black folk might be movin' into your Texas neighborhood, what's your response to Rep. Baker of Baton Rouge's comments: "We finally cleaned up public housing in New Orleans. We couldn't do it, but God did."
Do you agree? I'm betting you do.
You know who else agrees with Rep. Baker that God did this, and agrees with you, that this Katrina disaster is "working very well'?
Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi.
Yo. Politics does make strange bedfellows.
Miz Bush, here's another fun fact about New Orleans. It's going to be hard to identify corpses there from dental records--because so many people in Louisiana can't afford to go to the dentist. Bet that's a state of affairs you personally have never had to worry about, eh? Yes, and as the Grover Norquistian destruction of this country continues on unabated, I have been noticing that dental care, once even within the reach of the moderately poor, now counts as a luxury item that the middle classes have to scrimp and save toward--a thousand dollars a pop.
Oh, and tell me, Babs, I'm worried, why don't your grandchildren have jobs? They wouldn't be lazy, would they? They better watch out, or they'll end up in New Orleans without health care, dental care, livin' in a swamp. Gee. Wait. No, that probably won't happen to them, will it? Why would that be? If they're not working, they're lazy, if they're lazy, they're poor, and deserve to be poor. What am I missing here?
Say, Missy Babs, what about this one? Do you find this a scarey story? Suburban police officers from Gretna, LA, deliberately prevented a minimum of two hundred New Orleans citizens from fleeing Hurricane Katrina over the Crescent Connection Bridge into the city of Gretna. Gretna Police confiscated their food and water, threatened them with guns, and fired shots over their heads to prevent their flight into their city. Wasn't that nice and neighborly and Christ-ist and right-to-life-ist, protecting property over people?
Here's a simile, Babs. Do you know what "simile" means? Bet your dumb angry son neither knows nor cares.
Anyhow, Babs, that's kind of like the Brooklyn, NYC cops preventing citizens of Manhattan from fleeing the World Trade Center disaster by escaping over the Brooklyn Bridge, turning them back, and making them go back into Manhattan. Do you think this would have been the right thing to do? Do you think that happened because New York is not a slave state? Do you find this story "scarey" or not? If not, why not?
Hey, Babs. One more story for you.
Your son, the apparently terminally spoiled brat, Bubble Boy personally saved no one from Hurricane Katrina. He was on an important vacation followed by important photo opportunities, after all. I liked the implication in the Newsweek story that Bubble Boy's temper tantrums are so bad these days that it took his staff until Thursday to grow enough cojones to draw straws and be the one to tell him that his response to Hurricane Katrina was--uh--totally inadequate.
Here are examples of people who actually did something to save people: Harry Connick (drove in water truck), Sean Penn (went out in boats), three college students from Duke in a Hyundai (drove in supplies and drove out evacuees), Oprah Winfrey and friends (33 trucks filled with supplies) and the real winner, Al Gore. Remember him? The guy who beat your son in Florida before your minions on the Court selected Bubble Boy as Preznit? Mr. Gore, in addition to having correctly predicted the super-importance of the Internet well before the general public figured it out, was himself personally responsible for planning and executing the chartered plane evacuation of 270 people from New Orleans.
Gore started his disaster response planning before your Bubble Boy even got back from vacation! Gag me with a spoon, Barbara, but doesn't that blow your beautiful body-bag-averse little mind?
I'm wondering, why does your beautiful little mind feel "sort of scarey" about the prospect of people of color moving into your white-bread neighborhood? Are you afraid property values will go down?
Are you the one who taught your pig-headedly-ignorant, egomaniacal, animal-abusing, borderline-sociopathic son that "poor people are poor because they're lazy"*?
(*See below: "Bubble Boy Deja Vu: MIA All Over Again")
Are you the one who taught your Bubble Boy not to bother about counting body bags, perhaps because those persons they contain are dead already, so therefore one's beautiful mind might as well be pointed elsewhere as the dead can provide one with no particular advantages?
Are you the one who taught Bubble Boy that being an abortionist of the post-born was karmically correct but that, on the other hand, all the embryoes in test tubes with big round sad eyes are the ones who much more truly deserve Bubble Boy's help and compassion? Just asking.
Say, Babs, considering your remark that it was "scarey" that all these black folk might be movin' into your Texas neighborhood, what's your response to Rep. Baker of Baton Rouge's comments: "We finally cleaned up public housing in New Orleans. We couldn't do it, but God did."
Do you agree? I'm betting you do.
You know who else agrees with Rep. Baker that God did this, and agrees with you, that this Katrina disaster is "working very well'?
Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi.
Yo. Politics does make strange bedfellows.
Miz Bush, here's another fun fact about New Orleans. It's going to be hard to identify corpses there from dental records--because so many people in Louisiana can't afford to go to the dentist. Bet that's a state of affairs you personally have never had to worry about, eh? Yes, and as the Grover Norquistian destruction of this country continues on unabated, I have been noticing that dental care, once even within the reach of the moderately poor, now counts as a luxury item that the middle classes have to scrimp and save toward--a thousand dollars a pop.
Oh, and tell me, Babs, I'm worried, why don't your grandchildren have jobs? They wouldn't be lazy, would they? They better watch out, or they'll end up in New Orleans without health care, dental care, livin' in a swamp. Gee. Wait. No, that probably won't happen to them, will it? Why would that be? If they're not working, they're lazy, if they're lazy, they're poor, and deserve to be poor. What am I missing here?
Say, Missy Babs, what about this one? Do you find this a scarey story? Suburban police officers from Gretna, LA, deliberately prevented a minimum of two hundred New Orleans citizens from fleeing Hurricane Katrina over the Crescent Connection Bridge into the city of Gretna. Gretna Police confiscated their food and water, threatened them with guns, and fired shots over their heads to prevent their flight into their city. Wasn't that nice and neighborly and Christ-ist and right-to-life-ist, protecting property over people?
Here's a simile, Babs. Do you know what "simile" means? Bet your dumb angry son neither knows nor cares.
Anyhow, Babs, that's kind of like the Brooklyn, NYC cops preventing citizens of Manhattan from fleeing the World Trade Center disaster by escaping over the Brooklyn Bridge, turning them back, and making them go back into Manhattan. Do you think this would have been the right thing to do? Do you think that happened because New York is not a slave state? Do you find this story "scarey" or not? If not, why not?
Hey, Babs. One more story for you.
Your son, the apparently terminally spoiled brat, Bubble Boy personally saved no one from Hurricane Katrina. He was on an important vacation followed by important photo opportunities, after all. I liked the implication in the Newsweek story that Bubble Boy's temper tantrums are so bad these days that it took his staff until Thursday to grow enough cojones to draw straws and be the one to tell him that his response to Hurricane Katrina was--uh--totally inadequate.
Here are examples of people who actually did something to save people: Harry Connick (drove in water truck), Sean Penn (went out in boats), three college students from Duke in a Hyundai (drove in supplies and drove out evacuees), Oprah Winfrey and friends (33 trucks filled with supplies) and the real winner, Al Gore. Remember him? The guy who beat your son in Florida before your minions on the Court selected Bubble Boy as Preznit? Mr. Gore, in addition to having correctly predicted the super-importance of the Internet well before the general public figured it out, was himself personally responsible for planning and executing the chartered plane evacuation of 270 people from New Orleans.
Gore started his disaster response planning before your Bubble Boy even got back from vacation! Gag me with a spoon, Barbara, but doesn't that blow your beautiful body-bag-averse little mind?
Thursday, September 08, 2005
If This Doesn't Make You Weep, You're a Black-Heart Neo-Con. It's Diagnostic
Well, I still haven't had time to do the drowning Grover Norquist in the toxic water bathtub of New Orleans thing yet, but I came across a Mark Fiore cartoon that looked like it might do as part of the No Blood for Hubris Mental Health Interlude, Part Deux.
Oh, and then it ended.
Not funny. Painful. I remember that guy, Arron Broussard, the President of Jefferson Parish.
Beautiful work, Mark Fiore.
Oh, and, really, this is diagnostic.
Responses to this piece instantly will reveal all those who still buy the Bubble Boy line hook, line, and sinker, those who are official Pod Persons, Stepford Republicans, as in Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Krypto Zombies. Deserving of the deep, wrathful vengeance of New Orleans' Voodoo Queen, Marie Leveaux. Which might arise at any time, so get ready to duck, black-hearts. Karma's comin.'
On the other hand, what was it that Tendzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama said?
Ah, yes. He said, "Compassion, compassion, compassion."
You hear this clip to the end, you don't feel nothin, you're in big trouble and ready for the George Bush/Go Fuck Yourself Dick Cheney Heart of Darkness Award, major dudes and dudettes.
Compassion, compassion, compassion.
Oh, and then it ended.
Not funny. Painful. I remember that guy, Arron Broussard, the President of Jefferson Parish.
Beautiful work, Mark Fiore.
Oh, and, really, this is diagnostic.
Responses to this piece instantly will reveal all those who still buy the Bubble Boy line hook, line, and sinker, those who are official Pod Persons, Stepford Republicans, as in Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Krypto Zombies. Deserving of the deep, wrathful vengeance of New Orleans' Voodoo Queen, Marie Leveaux. Which might arise at any time, so get ready to duck, black-hearts. Karma's comin.'
On the other hand, what was it that Tendzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama said?
Ah, yes. He said, "Compassion, compassion, compassion."
You hear this clip to the end, you don't feel nothin, you're in big trouble and ready for the George Bush/Go Fuck Yourself Dick Cheney Heart of Darkness Award, major dudes and dudettes.
Compassion, compassion, compassion.
Official No Blood for Hubris Mental Health Interlude
Well, I meant to be posting about how to drown drown-the-government hysteric Grover Norquist in the fetid waters of New Orleans, but I just haven't gotten around to it yet.
In the meantime, courtesy of the Daily Show, I offer up the following as a mental health interlude, for all those interested in shoring up their senses of sanity, even on a temporary basis:
"Now, for you people who are saying, `Well, stop pointing fingers at the president... left-wing... the media's being too hard:No. SHUT...UP! No! This is inarguably---inarguably---a failure of leadership from the top of the federal government.
Remember when Bill Clinton went out with Monica Lewinsky? That was inarguably a failure of judgment at the top. Democrats had to come out and risk losing credibility if they did not condemn Bill Clinton for his behavior. I believe Republicans are in the same position right now. And I will say this: Hurricane Katrina is George Bush's Monica Lewinsky. The only difference is that tens of thousands of people weren't stranded in Monica Lewinsky's vagina."
--Jon Stewart
Ed Helms: While everybody else is busy setting up commissions and finding fault, through the president's leadership he'll end up building a billion dollar dam in Arkansas.
Jon Stewart: Why would he build a dam in Arkansas?
Ed Helms: His plan will be to fight the water there so we don't have to fight it here.
Jon Stewart: So no one's going to be held accountable for this at all?
Ed Helms: No. In fact, if history is any indication, they'll be hard-pressed finding enough medals to pin on these guys. My sources tell me the head of FEMA will be dipped in bronze and turned into an award to be given to other officials.
"Dipped in bronze." Not just Horse-head Brown, but all of them.
Bush, Cheney, Condi, Rummy. Dipped in bronze. Dipped in anything, really. Fudge sauce. Kippers. Toxic sludge. Shards of pretzels. French Onion Dip. Mayonnaise.
Tar. Feathers.
If only.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Bubble Boy to New Orleans: DROP DEAD
Here's the real smoking gun for Bubble Boy.
Forget the Rovian spin-attempts to swift-boat the Governor of Louisiana and the Mayor of New Orleans. Maybe Karl, too, was vacationing so hard he failed to note that TV viewers and blogtopians heard their pleas for help in real-time, and heard their frustration at not receiving any aid.
Number one: Bush.
There were nine million MREs all ready to be delivered by thousands of troops to New Orleans--delivery was held up by Bush himself. Bush failed to authorize NorthCom, the Northern Command located in Colorado, to act at once.
Lt. Cmdr. Sean Kelly, as interviewed on the BBC last night, stated that their emergency planning for the hurricane began well before Katrina hit. NorthCom rightly anticipated that there would be a major disaster, and had millions of meals-ready-to-eat available and thousands of troops ready to deliver help to survivors. He had ships such as the USS Bataan following the storm into the port, ready to act at once to provide medical care and with the capability of delivering 100,000 gallons of water per day.
When asked by the BBC interviewer why there had been such a long delay in receiving and distributing aid to survivors, Lt. Cmdr. Kelly said that NorthCom was unable to act on its own, without authorization from the President.
Said Kelly:
Number two: feckless FEMA.
Headed by noted Arabian horse-fancier Michael Brown, handpicked by Bush, Bush's charming FEMA, instead of helping aid to reach victims, actually prevented aid from coming in, and sent other aid back.
Wal-Mart sent aid--food and water-- and FEMA stopped it, saying it wasn't needed.
Oh, gee. Can you say "criminal negligence"?
Others sent diesel fuel, FEMA stopped it, and sent it back.
FEMA cut lines of emergency communication with Jefferson Parish. The Sheriff had to repair the lines FEMA cut, and had to send armed guards to keep FEMA from cutting them again.
Trucks bringing in water? FEMA made them wait for two days, while people died from dehydration.
And it happened again and again: check out the video at crooks and liars of Jefferson Parish President Aaron Broussard, in a heart-rending, shocking speech that deserves watching and re-watching and passing on: "Nobody's coming to get us. Nobody's coming to get us."
It's all on Bubble Boy.
How many deaths were there due to the long delay? Tens, hundreds? How many are still happening? The USS Bataan remains in the New Orleans harbor, still able to provide water, food, and medical care for victims. As of this writing, it still hasn't received orders to do so.
I'd call this a high crime. How about you?
Forget the Rovian spin-attempts to swift-boat the Governor of Louisiana and the Mayor of New Orleans. Maybe Karl, too, was vacationing so hard he failed to note that TV viewers and blogtopians heard their pleas for help in real-time, and heard their frustration at not receiving any aid.
Number one: Bush.
There were nine million MREs all ready to be delivered by thousands of troops to New Orleans--delivery was held up by Bush himself. Bush failed to authorize NorthCom, the Northern Command located in Colorado, to act at once.
Lt. Cmdr. Sean Kelly, as interviewed on the BBC last night, stated that their emergency planning for the hurricane began well before Katrina hit. NorthCom rightly anticipated that there would be a major disaster, and had millions of meals-ready-to-eat available and thousands of troops ready to deliver help to survivors. He had ships such as the USS Bataan following the storm into the port, ready to act at once to provide medical care and with the capability of delivering 100,000 gallons of water per day.
When asked by the BBC interviewer why there had been such a long delay in receiving and distributing aid to survivors, Lt. Cmdr. Kelly said that NorthCom was unable to act on its own, without authorization from the President.
Said Kelly:
Bush failed to authorize the military to go in in a timely fashion.Northcom started planning before the storm even hit. We were ready when it hit Florida, because, as you remember, it hit the bottom part of Florida, and then we were planning once it was pointed towards the Gulf Coast.That lack of authorization is what held up emergency intervention.
"So, what we did, we activated what we call 'defense coordinating officers' to work with the states to say, 'OK, what do you think you will need?' And we set up staging bases that could be started.
"We had the USS Bataan sailing almost behind the hurricane so once the hurricane made landfall, its search and rescue helicopters could be available almost immediately. So, we had things ready.
"The only caveat is: we have to wait until the president authorizes us to do so. The laws of the United States say that the military can't just act in this fashion; we have to wait for the president to give us permission."
Number two: feckless FEMA.
Headed by noted Arabian horse-fancier Michael Brown, handpicked by Bush, Bush's charming FEMA, instead of helping aid to reach victims, actually prevented aid from coming in, and sent other aid back.
Wal-Mart sent aid--food and water-- and FEMA stopped it, saying it wasn't needed.
Oh, gee. Can you say "criminal negligence"?
Others sent diesel fuel, FEMA stopped it, and sent it back.
FEMA cut lines of emergency communication with Jefferson Parish. The Sheriff had to repair the lines FEMA cut, and had to send armed guards to keep FEMA from cutting them again.
Trucks bringing in water? FEMA made them wait for two days, while people died from dehydration.
And it happened again and again: check out the video at crooks and liars of Jefferson Parish President Aaron Broussard, in a heart-rending, shocking speech that deserves watching and re-watching and passing on: "Nobody's coming to get us. Nobody's coming to get us."
It's all on Bubble Boy.
How many deaths were there due to the long delay? Tens, hundreds? How many are still happening? The USS Bataan remains in the New Orleans harbor, still able to provide water, food, and medical care for victims. As of this writing, it still hasn't received orders to do so.
I'd call this a high crime. How about you?
Saturday, September 03, 2005
In Nightmares Begin Responsibility
Nightmares: Bush failures during Katrina.
K: NorthCom started planning before the storm even hit.
We were ready for the storm when it hit Florida because, as you remember, it crossed the bottom part of Florida, and then we were plaining, you know, once it was pointed towards the Gulf Coast.
So what we did was we activated what we call defense coordinating officers to work with the state to say okay, what do you think you'll need, and we set up staging bases that could be started. We had the USS Baton sailing almost behind the hurricane so that after the hurricane made landfall it's search and rescue helicopters would be available almost immediately. So we had things ready.
The only caveat is, we have to wait until the President authorizes us to do so. The laws of the United States say that the military can't just act in this fashion, we have to wait for the President to give us permission.
U.S. Xpress driver from Chattanooga, TN, fills water truck on Monday. FEMA does not permit driver to enter New Orleans until Friday.
About 100 people have died at the Chalmette Slip after being pulled off their rooftops, waiting to be ferried up the river to the West Bank and bused out of the flood ravaged area, U.S. Rep. Charles Melancon, D-Napoleonville, said Thursday.
K: NorthCom started planning before the storm even hit.
We were ready for the storm when it hit Florida because, as you remember, it crossed the bottom part of Florida, and then we were plaining, you know, once it was pointed towards the Gulf Coast.
So what we did was we activated what we call defense coordinating officers to work with the state to say okay, what do you think you'll need, and we set up staging bases that could be started. We had the USS Baton sailing almost behind the hurricane so that after the hurricane made landfall it's search and rescue helicopters would be available almost immediately. So we had things ready.
The only caveat is, we have to wait until the President authorizes us to do so. The laws of the United States say that the military can't just act in this fashion, we have to wait for the President to give us permission.
U.S. Xpress driver from Chattanooga, TN, fills water truck on Monday. FEMA does not permit driver to enter New Orleans until Friday.
About 100 people have died at the Chalmette Slip after being pulled off their rooftops, waiting to be ferried up the river to the West Bank and bused out of the flood ravaged area, U.S. Rep. Charles Melancon, D-Napoleonville, said Thursday.
About 1,500 people were at the slip on Thursday afternoon, where critical supplies like food and water are scarce, he said. Melancon expressed serious frustration with the slow pace of getting these items to the people waiting to finish their journey to
safety.
In St. Bernard and Plaquemines parishes, just south of New Orleans, victims of the hurricane are still waiting for food and water and for buses to escape the floodwaters, Melancon said. And for the entire time Bush was in the state, the congressman said, a ban on helicopter flights further stalled the delivery of food and supplies.
“I thank the president for his visit today, but it was more show than substance,” Melancon said. “Frankly, we needed action days ago.”
Friday, September 02, 2005
Bubble Boy's Boys to Poor: DROP DEAD
A bevy of beer-bellied, back-slapping white boys surround a still-smirking Bubble Boy, as they glad-hand, and slap-five and do nothing. FEMA director and political appointee, Arabian-horse-addict Michael Brown, whose responsibility it is to distribute aid and manage emergency situations is apparently just as incompetent as his boss. Ditto Ming The Merciless Uber-Doppleganger & Director of Homeland Security Michael Chertoff: he's supposed to be handling major incidents? Handling? As in what? This is just the same as the aftermath of a terror attack, and all he can offer is more blather?
Message from Bubble Boy's boys to the poor: DROP DEAD.
And, they are.
Even the constant drone of Rovian spin is beginning to wear thin on the networks: it's fine, we're doin' all we can, help is on the way, it's hard work, hard work, freedom's on the march . . .
Yeah, right. We can see the bodies floating in fetid water, we can see the corpses covered up in wheelchairs, we can see patients begging for insulin, we can hear doctors and nurses begging for protection. We can hear of roving bands of well-armed (thanks, Wal-Mart!) warlords roaming around the Bush-made New Somalia of New Orleans.
And the Army would be--where? And the National Guard would be--where?
Oh, right. I-rack.
You betcha.
Mayor Nagin, until recently a Republican, says:
"They don't have a clue what's going on down here. They flew down here one time two days after the doggone event was over with TV cameras, AP reporters, all kind of goddamn -- excuse my French everybody in America, but I am pissed...
This is a national disaster. Get every doggone Greyhound bus line in the country and get their asses moving to New Orleans...
We're getting reports and calls that are breaking my heart, from people saying, "I've been in my attic. I can't take it anymore. The water is up to my neck. I don't think I can hold out." And that's happening as we speak...
It's like those Yellow Elephant fat guys in Crawford screaming at Cindy Sheehan: WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE!
And--they don't. What a surprise. From Condi spending her time stocking up on more three-thousand-dollar Ferragamos to Bubble Boy looking annoyed and bored as he's forced YET AGAIN to mouthe heh-heh-heh helpful platitudes and pat his useless buddies on the back.
"I don't think anyone anticipated a breach of the levees."
You didn't? You knew enough to cut funds for breach prevention. Moron. Swine.
Bush AND Chertoff was briefed about the likely breach--but now they've forgotten that briefing ever happened? Having a conveniently-timed Alzheimer's moment? Too bad for them the briefing was caught on tape. Oops.
Why couldn't Bubble Boy load up Airforce One with evacuees? Gore sent a plane. Guess he IS the real president, 'cause he's the only one of the two acting presidential.
Oh, wait. Maybe we should hold up whatever supplies we do have, and wait until Bubble Boy comes by for a photo-op. If a couple of poor sick people, or sick poor people, die in the meantime, that's just social Darwinism, which in any case we don't believe in, we believe in Intelligent Design, screw Darwin, so that'll be ok. Yeah. Let's set up another photo op. See, help is on the way. It's hard work. Sorry if you're dead already. It's your own damn fault. Poor people are poor because they're lazy.
Here's another question: on TV tonight, they interviewed a FEMA trucker bringing in water who works for U.S. Xpress, based in Chattanooga, TN. Now, besides the obvious question of why one is going ALL the way to Chattanooga for water, there is this gentleman's comment: he said he had loaded up with water on MONDAY, but "his bosses," uh, that would be FEMA, kept him OUT of New Orleans until FRIDAY.
Hel-lo? What's going ON here? Why are essential supplies being deliberately withheld from dying Americans?
Why is this pitiful excuse of a president good for nothing but clearing brush?
Which is worse, Bubble Boy bringing us into fiscal bankruptcy? Or moral bankruptcy?
Lake George counts in both columns.
Message from Bubble Boy's boys to the poor: DROP DEAD.
And, they are.
Even the constant drone of Rovian spin is beginning to wear thin on the networks: it's fine, we're doin' all we can, help is on the way, it's hard work, hard work, freedom's on the march . . .
Yeah, right. We can see the bodies floating in fetid water, we can see the corpses covered up in wheelchairs, we can see patients begging for insulin, we can hear doctors and nurses begging for protection. We can hear of roving bands of well-armed (thanks, Wal-Mart!) warlords roaming around the Bush-made New Somalia of New Orleans.
And the Army would be--where? And the National Guard would be--where?
Oh, right. I-rack.
You betcha.
Mayor Nagin, until recently a Republican, says:
"They don't have a clue what's going on down here. They flew down here one time two days after the doggone event was over with TV cameras, AP reporters, all kind of goddamn -- excuse my French everybody in America, but I am pissed...
This is a national disaster. Get every doggone Greyhound bus line in the country and get their asses moving to New Orleans...
We're getting reports and calls that are breaking my heart, from people saying, "I've been in my attic. I can't take it anymore. The water is up to my neck. I don't think I can hold out." And that's happening as we speak...
Then they told me that they went overnight, and they built 17 concrete structures and they had the pulleys on them and they were going to drop them.
I flew over that thing yesterday, and it's in the same shape that it was after the storm hit. There is nothing happening. And they're feeding the public a line of bull and they're spinning, and people are dying down here."
Forty thousand National Guard troops were needed there on Monday and Tuesday, and forty thousand National Guard troops are not in New Orleans yet. A massive helicopter food and water drop was needed there on Monday and Tuesday, and is not there yet.It's like those Yellow Elephant fat guys in Crawford screaming at Cindy Sheehan: WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE!
And--they don't. What a surprise. From Condi spending her time stocking up on more three-thousand-dollar Ferragamos to Bubble Boy looking annoyed and bored as he's forced YET AGAIN to mouthe heh-heh-heh helpful platitudes and pat his useless buddies on the back.
"I don't think anyone anticipated a breach of the levees."
You didn't? You knew enough to cut funds for breach prevention. Moron. Swine.
Bush AND Chertoff was briefed about the likely breach--but now they've forgotten that briefing ever happened? Having a conveniently-timed Alzheimer's moment? Too bad for them the briefing was caught on tape. Oops.
Why couldn't Bubble Boy load up Airforce One with evacuees? Gore sent a plane. Guess he IS the real president, 'cause he's the only one of the two acting presidential.
Oh, wait. Maybe we should hold up whatever supplies we do have, and wait until Bubble Boy comes by for a photo-op. If a couple of poor sick people, or sick poor people, die in the meantime, that's just social Darwinism, which in any case we don't believe in, we believe in Intelligent Design, screw Darwin, so that'll be ok. Yeah. Let's set up another photo op. See, help is on the way. It's hard work. Sorry if you're dead already. It's your own damn fault. Poor people are poor because they're lazy.
Here's another question: on TV tonight, they interviewed a FEMA trucker bringing in water who works for U.S. Xpress, based in Chattanooga, TN. Now, besides the obvious question of why one is going ALL the way to Chattanooga for water, there is this gentleman's comment: he said he had loaded up with water on MONDAY, but "his bosses," uh, that would be FEMA, kept him OUT of New Orleans until FRIDAY.
Hel-lo? What's going ON here? Why are essential supplies being deliberately withheld from dying Americans?
Why is this pitiful excuse of a president good for nothing but clearing brush?
Which is worse, Bubble Boy bringing us into fiscal bankruptcy? Or moral bankruptcy?
Lake George counts in both columns.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Bubble Boy Deja Vu--MIA All Over Again!!
On Monday before Hurricane Katrina, Boy George, Dirty Bush, just had to go to Rancho Cucamonga. On Tuesday, after the hurricane, he had to go to San Diego.
On both days, he had to not go to New Orleans.
That's 'cause Bubble Boy's trying to complete this five-week lap of a tough, compulsory, multiple-vacation-per-year performance schedule. Having vacations is--well, it's hard work.
I mean, it's hard trying to forget about Cindy Sheehan. It's hard trying to forget about having successfully created an Islamic State. It's hard going to barbeques filled with Fourth Estate Propaganda Stenographers, and it's real hard clearin' that brush.
It's hard trying to pump some empathy out of a charred, black heart. Pumpin' oil out of that charred, black heart, that might work, mm-hm.
It's just SO parallel with the tsunami thing, Bubble Boy's total utter lack of empathy thing.
When there was that tsunami thing, there was that stunning lack-of-any-empathic-sympathy-thing thing.
Remember that? Hundreds of thousands dead, and Bush responds as if he were popping a zit or adjusting his jock strap. Took his handlers three, four days to beat some pretense of empathy into him, and it didn't really take, did it?
With the Hurricane Katrina disaster, Bubble Boy Bush's response once again is--disaster.
Mr. President Heart-of-Darkness is, empathetically speaking, Missing in Action, once again.
Does Bubble Boy feel guilty for having sent all those National Guard people away from their state into the deserts of Iraq? Nah.
Does he feel guilty for having slashed FEMA funding to protect New Orleans from disasters just like the one that just happened? Nah.
Does he think going back to Washington will make him look like he's leaderish? Sorta, but mostly Bubble Boy desperately needed an excuse permanently to end his miserable 2005 Crawford vacation and make Cindy Sheehan and her Cindy-Sheehan-thing thing GO AWAY.
Bubble Boy said it at Harvard, his professor Professor Tsurumi, recalled it, and here it is: poor people are poor because they're lazy.
Wooh-hooh!
If they die because they're poor and therefore lack cars, money, resources, highground property, etc., in order to escape hurricanes like in New Orleans and Mississippi, it's their own damn fault, mm-hm.
Hey. Don't get all snivelly-liberal about it, dudes and dudettes. GOD smote the poor in New Orleans, not Bubble Boy. So don't expect Bubble Boy to feel bad about it.
Our Bubble Boy?
Shee-it. Nah. He don' feel bad about nothin'.
On both days, he had to not go to New Orleans.
That's 'cause Bubble Boy's trying to complete this five-week lap of a tough, compulsory, multiple-vacation-per-year performance schedule. Having vacations is--well, it's hard work.
I mean, it's hard trying to forget about Cindy Sheehan. It's hard trying to forget about having successfully created an Islamic State. It's hard going to barbeques filled with Fourth Estate Propaganda Stenographers, and it's real hard clearin' that brush.
It's hard trying to pump some empathy out of a charred, black heart. Pumpin' oil out of that charred, black heart, that might work, mm-hm.
It's just SO parallel with the tsunami thing, Bubble Boy's total utter lack of empathy thing.
When there was that tsunami thing, there was that stunning lack-of-any-empathic-sympathy-thing thing.
Remember that? Hundreds of thousands dead, and Bush responds as if he were popping a zit or adjusting his jock strap. Took his handlers three, four days to beat some pretense of empathy into him, and it didn't really take, did it?
With the Hurricane Katrina disaster, Bubble Boy Bush's response once again is--disaster.
Mr. President Heart-of-Darkness is, empathetically speaking, Missing in Action, once again.
Does Bubble Boy feel guilty for having sent all those National Guard people away from their state into the deserts of Iraq? Nah.
Does he feel guilty for having slashed FEMA funding to protect New Orleans from disasters just like the one that just happened? Nah.
Does he think going back to Washington will make him look like he's leaderish? Sorta, but mostly Bubble Boy desperately needed an excuse permanently to end his miserable 2005 Crawford vacation and make Cindy Sheehan and her Cindy-Sheehan-thing thing GO AWAY.
Bubble Boy said it at Harvard, his professor Professor Tsurumi, recalled it, and here it is: poor people are poor because they're lazy.
Wooh-hooh!
If they die because they're poor and therefore lack cars, money, resources, highground property, etc., in order to escape hurricanes like in New Orleans and Mississippi, it's their own damn fault, mm-hm.
Hey. Don't get all snivelly-liberal about it, dudes and dudettes. GOD smote the poor in New Orleans, not Bubble Boy. So don't expect Bubble Boy to feel bad about it.
Our Bubble Boy?
Shee-it. Nah. He don' feel bad about nothin'.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Bubble Boy: Sending Our Kids to Die For His Right to Remain A Maroon!
Well, not just for Bubble Boy's right to remain a maroon*. It's really about fighting for all his Bubble Boy-ist maroons' right to retain their maroon-ness.
It's the big-time Dirty Bush trifecta for America: fighting to bring us fiscal bankruptcy, moral bankruptcy, and the right to remain an unregenerate maroon!
You've got to admit, he's as good at doing the true trifecta as he is at clearing brush and raising money.
Number one--there's no money left for anything, really. They spent it all on tax cuts and the Bubble Boy's war. There being no money left was Bubble Boy's Grover-Norquistian plan. Starve the beast. Help government shrivel away and DIE. And it's really working! They're dismantling military bases left and right--mostly in blue states, as punishment for not being red states.
There's no money left for helping with hurricanes like Katrina, there's no money left to treat all the veterans their evil maroon war gave PTSD to, there's no money to inspect air travelers' luggage, there's no money to protect city subways, they're shutting down Walter Reed--who needs hospitals when people can just pray?
Number two--bringing us moral bankruptcy. Rumsfeld gives orders to torture prisoners, but they need to frame it like it isn't torture, but of course, it is. Rummy tells the military, the military tries to object, Rummy tells the military to shut the fuck up. Rummy sends the Gitmo Guy to Abu Ghraib, and "contractors" -- that would be mercenaries -- come in and tell the grunts what kind of torture they want, and against whom. Then the grunts get caught, the mercenaries vanish, the grunts go to jail. Perfecta trifecta. The photos come out, & recruiting for Al Qaeda triples.
Don't forget--the best photos are still to come! Yes, yes, we're SO a Christian nation, big-time! Who would Jesus NOT torture? Who would Jesus NOT assassinate?
Number three--puffing up with MAROON PRIDE! Sending our (well, really, YOUR) children to die so WE can continue to be maroons, act like maroons, make stupid decisions like maroons, lie through our teeths like maroons, poison our very own air and water and food like maroons, make fun of smart people like maroons do, big-time name-call all non-maroons, and then, oops, now post-Cindy we're starting to come apart at the seams, like maroons in despair.
Oh, dear. It's getting SO hard to keep that maroon pride going. There are these maroon mood swings that make aides wonder if they need to call the little men in white coats, there's a suddenly chain-smoking ex-librarian, there are temper tantrums, there's intermittent explosive-type events, oopsie, there is gnashing of teeth and stomping of feet, and minions trying to cover it all up.
Yes, of course Bubble Boy is upset. He's losing the war he wanted to win so he could be a war president!!
Chokes on pretzels, falls off Segways, starts wars to compete with his Daddy, but it turns out after all, that Father knew best. Oh, my. What a maroon.
Bush, idiot
worst president ever
Dirty Bush
Iraq War
(N.B. "What a ma-ROON!" reprises Bugs Bunny's classic phrase conferring moron stature on him or her to whom said phrase is directed. Bugs Bunny is, well, Bugs Bunny.)
It's the big-time Dirty Bush trifecta for America: fighting to bring us fiscal bankruptcy, moral bankruptcy, and the right to remain an unregenerate maroon!
You've got to admit, he's as good at doing the true trifecta as he is at clearing brush and raising money.
Number one--there's no money left for anything, really. They spent it all on tax cuts and the Bubble Boy's war. There being no money left was Bubble Boy's Grover-Norquistian plan. Starve the beast. Help government shrivel away and DIE. And it's really working! They're dismantling military bases left and right--mostly in blue states, as punishment for not being red states.
There's no money left for helping with hurricanes like Katrina, there's no money left to treat all the veterans their evil maroon war gave PTSD to, there's no money to inspect air travelers' luggage, there's no money to protect city subways, they're shutting down Walter Reed--who needs hospitals when people can just pray?
Number two--bringing us moral bankruptcy. Rumsfeld gives orders to torture prisoners, but they need to frame it like it isn't torture, but of course, it is. Rummy tells the military, the military tries to object, Rummy tells the military to shut the fuck up. Rummy sends the Gitmo Guy to Abu Ghraib, and "contractors" -- that would be mercenaries -- come in and tell the grunts what kind of torture they want, and against whom. Then the grunts get caught, the mercenaries vanish, the grunts go to jail. Perfecta trifecta. The photos come out, & recruiting for Al Qaeda triples.
Don't forget--the best photos are still to come! Yes, yes, we're SO a Christian nation, big-time! Who would Jesus NOT torture? Who would Jesus NOT assassinate?
Number three--puffing up with MAROON PRIDE! Sending our (well, really, YOUR) children to die so WE can continue to be maroons, act like maroons, make stupid decisions like maroons, lie through our teeths like maroons, poison our very own air and water and food like maroons, make fun of smart people like maroons do, big-time name-call all non-maroons, and then, oops, now post-Cindy we're starting to come apart at the seams, like maroons in despair.
Oh, dear. It's getting SO hard to keep that maroon pride going. There are these maroon mood swings that make aides wonder if they need to call the little men in white coats, there's a suddenly chain-smoking ex-librarian, there are temper tantrums, there's intermittent explosive-type events, oopsie, there is gnashing of teeth and stomping of feet, and minions trying to cover it all up.
Yes, of course Bubble Boy is upset. He's losing the war he wanted to win so he could be a war president!!
Chokes on pretzels, falls off Segways, starts wars to compete with his Daddy, but it turns out after all, that Father knew best. Oh, my. What a maroon.
Bush, idiot
worst president ever
Dirty Bush
Iraq War
(N.B. "What a ma-ROON!" reprises Bugs Bunny's classic phrase conferring moron stature on him or her to whom said phrase is directed. Bugs Bunny is, well, Bugs Bunny.)
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Robertson Calls for Chavez Murder: God's Sixth Commandment Not Good Enough for Anti-Christ-ist Crackpot Right
What did you all expect? There are only two sides to this story: abortion on demand for the fully-grown post-born is just another virtuous aspect of "Intelligent Design" to Crackpot- Christ-ist Talibangelical televangeloquist Pat "Rev. Assassin" Robertson. Pregnancy termination for sentient beings so small that they can't survive on their own outside the womb, is, for these nuts, and according to "Peppermint Patty" Justice-in-waiting Roberts' notion, a massive screaming tragedy quite unlike the loss of life for Americans and Iraqis in Iraq.
Women forced by the government to carry to term pregnancies they know they can't properly care for--who cares? That's no damn tragedy. We like them girls barefoot and pregnant. Unwanted children--it's not as if they grow up to be murderers and serial killers, is it? Oh wait a minute. Yes, they do. Oopsie. Never mind.
You get it now? Fetuseses too small to live outside a woman's womb and embryoeses stuck in petri dishes--these are objects worthy of compassion.
Whereas, it's fine to fry these same embryoes once they're all grown up, in the electric chair, being shot, by injection, whatever, because now they deserve it.
It's fine to send these deserving, grown-up embryoes off to kill and die in war, even for lies and stupidity--they now don't deserve our compassion, nor do their bereaved moms.
Once these little embryoes grow up to be the the full-grown President of Venezuela, it's morally fine to assassinate them, should we have the urge.
This is what I mean about the American Taliban Crackpot Christ-ists. They must never have graduated from Sunday school.
The Sixth Commandment was too far down on the list for them to pay attention to it, maybe that's why they're so hot to have it posted in public places, they have such a hard time remembering what they actually say.
These Old Testamentarian "believers"--they can't keep the ten commandments, and they apparently have overlooked the actual life and the actual words of compassionate liberal Jesus.
Beatitudes? Nah. The Golden Rule? Pussy.
Not taking life?
What, you kidding? You expect loudmouth Pat Robertson to practice what he preaches?
Feh.
Pat Robertson
Talibangelicals
theocracy
Ten Commandments
Women forced by the government to carry to term pregnancies they know they can't properly care for--who cares? That's no damn tragedy. We like them girls barefoot and pregnant. Unwanted children--it's not as if they grow up to be murderers and serial killers, is it? Oh wait a minute. Yes, they do. Oopsie. Never mind.
You get it now? Fetuseses too small to live outside a woman's womb and embryoeses stuck in petri dishes--these are objects worthy of compassion.
Whereas, it's fine to fry these same embryoes once they're all grown up, in the electric chair, being shot, by injection, whatever, because now they deserve it.
It's fine to send these deserving, grown-up embryoes off to kill and die in war, even for lies and stupidity--they now don't deserve our compassion, nor do their bereaved moms.
Once these little embryoes grow up to be the the full-grown President of Venezuela, it's morally fine to assassinate them, should we have the urge.
This is what I mean about the American Taliban Crackpot Christ-ists. They must never have graduated from Sunday school.
The Sixth Commandment was too far down on the list for them to pay attention to it, maybe that's why they're so hot to have it posted in public places, they have such a hard time remembering what they actually say.
These Old Testamentarian "believers"--they can't keep the ten commandments, and they apparently have overlooked the actual life and the actual words of compassionate liberal Jesus.
Beatitudes? Nah. The Golden Rule? Pussy.
Not taking life?
What, you kidding? You expect loudmouth Pat Robertson to practice what he preaches?
Feh.
Pat Robertson
Talibangelicals
theocracy
Ten Commandments
Monday, August 22, 2005
Bubble Boy Wastes Blood & Treasure to Install Medievalist Islamic Theocracy: Mainstream Media Mum
Yes, well, we announced Bush's great Iraqi victory for medieval Islam yesterday, and today we link to the hardly-surprising story of the supression of the story by the mainstream media.
Mainstream Media, you're just not full of surprises, are you? Bubble Boy sure does have your peckers in his pocket, to quote LBJ, a guy who knew all about that sort of thing.
I remember the good old days, when men were men, and journalists were journalists, and Bob Woodward wasn't just a Mr. Potato-Head wearing a fake smile and a tie.
The olden days . . . when there really was a Fourth Estate . . . ----
BUSH CAVES IN TO ISLAMIST CONSTITUTION FOR IRAQ -- AND THE U.S. PRESS MISSES THE STORY
If the Bush administration brokered a deal in Occupied Iraq to enshrine Islamic law as the guiding principle of the new Iraqi Constitution, you'd think it would be headline news in the U.S. media, wouldn't you? Well, that's what has happened -- yet you can search the Sunday papers in vain to find this sell-out to the Islamists clearly portrayed -- or, in some cases, even mentioned.
Talibangelicals
Mess O'Potamia
theocracy
Mainstream Media, you're just not full of surprises, are you? Bubble Boy sure does have your peckers in his pocket, to quote LBJ, a guy who knew all about that sort of thing.
I remember the good old days, when men were men, and journalists were journalists, and Bob Woodward wasn't just a Mr. Potato-Head wearing a fake smile and a tie.
The olden days . . . when there really was a Fourth Estate . . . ----
BUSH CAVES IN TO ISLAMIST CONSTITUTION FOR IRAQ -- AND THE U.S. PRESS MISSES THE STORY
by Doug Ireland
Senior Contributing Editor
If the Bush administration brokered a deal in Occupied Iraq to enshrine Islamic law as the guiding principle of the new Iraqi Constitution, you'd think it would be headline news in the U.S. media, wouldn't you? Well, that's what has happened -- yet you can search the Sunday papers in vain to find this sell-out to the Islamists clearly portrayed -- or, in some cases, even mentioned.
In a dispatch that Reuters moved at 1:33 P.M. on Saturday (August 20), the headline reads, "U.S. concedes ground to Islamists on Iraqi law." "U.S. diplomats have conceded ground to Islamists on the role of religion in Iraq, negotiators said on Saturday as they raced to meet a 48-hour deadline to draft a constitution under intense U.S. pressure," Reuters reported. "Shi'ite, Sunni and Kurdish negotiators all said there was accord on a bigger role for Islamic law than Iraq had before."
And we Americans, who are footing the bill in all senses, just couldn't be happier!
Thanks a lot, Bubble Boy!
Talibangelicals
Mess O'Potamia
theocracy
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Huzzah! Bubble Boy Brings Back Burqas!
Bubble Boy bombed Baghdad to bring burqas back for bagging Iraqi babes, and he's succeeded beyond his wildest dreams! Deal with victory, scum-sucking, latte-drinking hate-America-first libruls!
Bush's secret intention, also a total success, was to install in Iraq a medievalist Islamic Theocracy! Right next to another medievalist Islamic Theocracy! Ha ha! Two in a row! Din'tcha ever hear of the Domino Theory?
All that crap about Saddam, and those horrible threatening WMDs was just--crap. We'll admit it now, ok? It was a ruse. Deal with it, sheeple.
Next to the Domino Theory, see, is the Dominionist Theory. That's where the juice is, and that's how, even though it LOOKS like Bubble Boy's really screwed things up in Iraq bad, just like the libruls warned that he would, we can now proudly state that Bubble Boy really hasn't fucked up beyond all recognition, you just have to take the longer view.
Here's the point: the up-and-coming, American uber-crackpot-Christianist-cult of Dominionism is medievalist, too!
Dominionists want to bring back neat stuff like, well, Mosaic Law!
Not so durn far from--Shari'a Law!
Let's look:
" . . . enforcement of the Mosaic Law will involve the application of the death penalty for such capital crimes as murder, rape, kidnapping, bestiality, incest, adultery, fornication, homosexuality, idolatry, witchcraft, the offering of human sacrifice, unchangeable rebellion in adolescent children, flagrant negligence resulting in the death of another person, blasphemy, apostasy, the spreading of false doctrines, and perhaps Sabbath breaking."
"Unchangeable rebellion in adolescent children" punishable by death? Well, well!
Let's look further:
"The reconstructed society will regard dissenters and heretics as treasonous criminals at war with the law and society."
Well, the rightwing screamfest lip-flappers are doing that anyway, so we're ahead of the game so far.
And what about:
"The reconstructed society will also be characterized by the rights of private property, a free market economy bordering on libertarianism, tight limitations on debt, the abolition of 30-year mortgages, a monetary system based on the gold standard, the tithe rather than public taxes financing most social welfare, restitution of wrong rather the imprisonment for many criminals, and voluntary slavery for purposes such as the restitution of a wrong or the desire for financial security . . . . [oh, so is this what the new marriage is all about? I especially like the part where women are legal chattel to men, and are handed from ownership by fathers to ownership by husbands with no independent decision-making at any time. Makes one feel so--secure.]"
You see, once the rising Taliban Christians here in America impose their medievalist Christian theocracy, it will nicely parallel the medievalist Islamic Theocracy in Iraq. The one that Bubble Boy created using our tax dollars and the blood of our children.
It's kind of an Intelligent Design thing, you know?
Or, what was that old saying--"stupid is as stupid does"?
Dominionists
Talibangelicals
human rights
Bush's secret intention, also a total success, was to install in Iraq a medievalist Islamic Theocracy! Right next to another medievalist Islamic Theocracy! Ha ha! Two in a row! Din'tcha ever hear of the Domino Theory?
All that crap about Saddam, and those horrible threatening WMDs was just--crap. We'll admit it now, ok? It was a ruse. Deal with it, sheeple.
Next to the Domino Theory, see, is the Dominionist Theory. That's where the juice is, and that's how, even though it LOOKS like Bubble Boy's really screwed things up in Iraq bad, just like the libruls warned that he would, we can now proudly state that Bubble Boy really hasn't fucked up beyond all recognition, you just have to take the longer view.
Here's the point: the up-and-coming, American uber-crackpot-Christianist-cult of Dominionism is medievalist, too!
Dominionists want to bring back neat stuff like, well, Mosaic Law!
Not so durn far from--Shari'a Law!
Let's look:
" . . . enforcement of the Mosaic Law will involve the application of the death penalty for such capital crimes as murder, rape, kidnapping, bestiality, incest, adultery, fornication, homosexuality, idolatry, witchcraft, the offering of human sacrifice, unchangeable rebellion in adolescent children, flagrant negligence resulting in the death of another person, blasphemy, apostasy, the spreading of false doctrines, and perhaps Sabbath breaking."
"Unchangeable rebellion in adolescent children" punishable by death? Well, well!
Let's look further:
"The reconstructed society will regard dissenters and heretics as treasonous criminals at war with the law and society."
Well, the rightwing screamfest lip-flappers are doing that anyway, so we're ahead of the game so far.
And what about:
"The reconstructed society will also be characterized by the rights of private property, a free market economy bordering on libertarianism, tight limitations on debt, the abolition of 30-year mortgages, a monetary system based on the gold standard, the tithe rather than public taxes financing most social welfare, restitution of wrong rather the imprisonment for many criminals, and voluntary slavery for purposes such as the restitution of a wrong or the desire for financial security . . . . [oh, so is this what the new marriage is all about? I especially like the part where women are legal chattel to men, and are handed from ownership by fathers to ownership by husbands with no independent decision-making at any time. Makes one feel so--secure.]"
You see, once the rising Taliban Christians here in America impose their medievalist Christian theocracy, it will nicely parallel the medievalist Islamic Theocracy in Iraq. The one that Bubble Boy created using our tax dollars and the blood of our children.
It's kind of an Intelligent Design thing, you know?
Or, what was that old saying--"stupid is as stupid does"?
Dominionists
Talibangelicals
human rights
Monday, August 15, 2005
Dirty Bush to Vets, Part Deux: First, We Maim Your Minds, Then We Dump You. It's Hard Work.
Here, the story of Sgt. Daniel Cotnoir, a returned Iraq vet whose Iraq assignment was re-assembling the body parts of bombically disassembled humans. Think about that for a moment, or two. He came under psychological fire now that he's back home.
Will this returned soldier be able to meet the magic stress test so he can receive benefits due to a psychologically-maimed troop? Or will he be one of those veterans fobbed off onto the penal system, or else systematically down-graded to a lesser diagnosis in order to save the Bushist government more money?
See below.
Tell me again, Dirty Bush, why isn't there enough money to care for our soldiers? There's plenty of money for drilling offshore oil, and Alaska oil, and suchlike.
Just wondering.
Bush
Vets
Vets with PTSD
worst president ever
Will this returned soldier be able to meet the magic stress test so he can receive benefits due to a psychologically-maimed troop? Or will he be one of those veterans fobbed off onto the penal system, or else systematically down-graded to a lesser diagnosis in order to save the Bushist government more money?
See below.
Tell me again, Dirty Bush, why isn't there enough money to care for our soldiers? There's plenty of money for drilling offshore oil, and Alaska oil, and suchlike.
Just wondering.
Bush
Vets
Vets with PTSD
worst president ever
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Dirty Bush to Vets: First We Maim Your Minds, Then We Dump You
No surprises, really. An administration that cuts taxes for rich folks and cuts corners for regular military folks, letting troops risking their lives go into battle without armor. Body armor, armor for vehicles; hey, dudes, you know, you have to invade countries that didn't invade you with the armor you have, not the armor you wish you had.
Now, finally cognizant that they've pissed away the Clinton surplus with their psychotic tax-cuts and no-tax-just-spendism, the Dirty Bushists are trying to balance the budget on the backs of psych-maimed vets.
Wow. Nice one.
Here's the technique: you take "another look" at your current military veterans who have been diagnosed with post-traumatic-stress disorder (you know, that thing that often happens when a guy or gal spends a lot of time watching buddies explode into masses of blood and guts, watching innocent civilians explode into shreds and piles of blood and guts, eye-witnessing various categories of human beings being slaughtered freely so they leave little indelible pieces of their brain and skin on your uniform and on your mind-stream, and so on).
Next, you try to CUT OFF as many of these suffering vets as possible from benefits, such as receiving disability pay and receiving standard of care psychological treatment for PTSD (you know, the kind of treatment which could cure their suffering).
How do you cut them off from benefits? Why, you cleverly "un-diagnose" them. You just move them from one column to the next. You say, your symptoms, debilitating as they are, just AREN'T enough as of today, so we now say, you're fine, just fine, we just don't give a shit. We don't care.
[post-Cindy-at-Crawford update: aha. A true Bushist leitmotif: We don't care! We don't care! We don't care! And, you know, they actually don't!]
Deal with it, major dudes. Commit suicide, homicide, who cares, tough nuts, it's all your fault if you're all fucked up now. Once you're dead, or in jail, we don't have to pay for your psychotherapy anymore. Heh, heh.
Isn't that charming? Isn't that just the way to save a buck?
There's more at Salon:
"Outraged vets say . . . plan is a callous attempt to cuts the costs of an increasingly expensive war."
Easy to sum up the Dirty Bushists: heartless, brainless, soulless.
Bush
Vets with PTSD
Vets
Rumsfeld
Now, finally cognizant that they've pissed away the Clinton surplus with their psychotic tax-cuts and no-tax-just-spendism, the Dirty Bushists are trying to balance the budget on the backs of psych-maimed vets.
Wow. Nice one.
Here's the technique: you take "another look" at your current military veterans who have been diagnosed with post-traumatic-stress disorder (you know, that thing that often happens when a guy or gal spends a lot of time watching buddies explode into masses of blood and guts, watching innocent civilians explode into shreds and piles of blood and guts, eye-witnessing various categories of human beings being slaughtered freely so they leave little indelible pieces of their brain and skin on your uniform and on your mind-stream, and so on).
Next, you try to CUT OFF as many of these suffering vets as possible from benefits, such as receiving disability pay and receiving standard of care psychological treatment for PTSD (you know, the kind of treatment which could cure their suffering).
How do you cut them off from benefits? Why, you cleverly "un-diagnose" them. You just move them from one column to the next. You say, your symptoms, debilitating as they are, just AREN'T enough as of today, so we now say, you're fine, just fine, we just don't give a shit. We don't care.
[post-Cindy-at-Crawford update: aha. A true Bushist leitmotif: We don't care! We don't care! We don't care! And, you know, they actually don't!]
Deal with it, major dudes. Commit suicide, homicide, who cares, tough nuts, it's all your fault if you're all fucked up now. Once you're dead, or in jail, we don't have to pay for your psychotherapy anymore. Heh, heh.
Isn't that charming? Isn't that just the way to save a buck?
There's more at Salon:
"Outraged vets say . . . plan is a callous attempt to cuts the costs of an increasingly expensive war."
Easy to sum up the Dirty Bushists: heartless, brainless, soulless.
Bush
Vets with PTSD
Vets
Rumsfeld
Sunday, August 07, 2005
"Hubris"? What "Hubris"?
People are getting so cranky about this blog's name. Well, to them I say: I'm right, and you're wrong. So there.
It is all about Dirty Bush's hubris. So there. It is all about cooking up an Oedipal war in Iraq so he could show up his actual Daddy, Poppy Bush, with whom he once had a fist-fight.
Oedipal? Oedipal? We all on board with that notion? Son killing father, that sort of thing? Son competing against Father? Need to show Daddy I'm a better man than he?
"AH invaded Iraq and went all the way to Baghdad, and you din't. You were just too pussy, Daddy. Nanner, nanner. An' you couldn't stop me. An' nobody could stop me. Not Brent. Not George. Not nobody, not no one.
'Cuz ah'm preznit and you're not. 'Cuz all those people who told me ah'd amount to a pile of bull crap were wrong, 'cuz ah'm the preznit. Ah kin invade any place ah want, 'cuz ah'm the preznit!
And nobody kin stop me. Heh, heh."
Will Ferrell says it best, here.
Now, about this Oedipal business--the bad thing for Bubble Boy Bush is--turns out that Father knew best. Invading Iraq versus not invading Iraq. You know, that sort of thing. Oh well. Oopsie for Bubble Boy.
It is all about Dirty Bush's hubris. So there. It is all about cooking up an Oedipal war in Iraq so he could show up his actual Daddy, Poppy Bush, with whom he once had a fist-fight.
Oedipal? Oedipal? We all on board with that notion? Son killing father, that sort of thing? Son competing against Father? Need to show Daddy I'm a better man than he?
"AH invaded Iraq and went all the way to Baghdad, and you din't. You were just too pussy, Daddy. Nanner, nanner. An' you couldn't stop me. An' nobody could stop me. Not Brent. Not George. Not nobody, not no one.
'Cuz ah'm preznit and you're not. 'Cuz all those people who told me ah'd amount to a pile of bull crap were wrong, 'cuz ah'm the preznit. Ah kin invade any place ah want, 'cuz ah'm the preznit!
And nobody kin stop me. Heh, heh."
Will Ferrell says it best, here.
Now, about this Oedipal business--the bad thing for Bubble Boy Bush is--turns out that Father knew best. Invading Iraq versus not invading Iraq. You know, that sort of thing. Oh well. Oopsie for Bubble Boy.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Faux Faulkner Winner Rips Bush A Southern-Fried New One
Samsara. It's a bitch. What a bitch. Bombs, bombings, bombers, blood for oil, neo-con crazies in total charge, driving us deeper and deeper into moral and fiscal bankruptcy.
And yet, somehow, we find reasons to live. Lush heirloom tomatoes with funny names. The opportunity to rescue an ant in a sink. A good pond-swim, or bay-swim, or spindrift ocean dip. Jon Stewart, when available. Cilantro shrimp on the barbie. A drooling Newfie. A ginger Altoid.
A really funny Faulkner parody--that treats the Bushist fascists as inbred Yokwnapatawphans, sorta. No offence meant to the inbred.
Update--here's the story, since the link no longer works.
"The Administration and the Fury-- If William Faulkner Were Writing on the Bush White House."
By Sam Apple
Down the hall, under the chandelier, I could see them talking. They were walking toward me and Dick's face was white, and he stopped and gave a piece of paper to Rummy, and Rummy looked at the piece of paper and shook his head. He gave the paper back to Dick and Dick shook his head. They disappeared and then they were standing right next to me.
"Georgie's going to walk down to the Oval Office with me," Dick said.
"I just hope you got him all good and ready this time," Rummy said.
"Hush now," Dick said. "This aint no laughing matter. He know lot more than folks think."
Dick patted me on the back good and hard. "Come on now, Georgie," Dick said. "Never mind you, Rummy."
We walked down steps to the office. There were paintings of old people on the walls and the room was round like a circle and Condi was sitting on my desk. Her legs were crossed.
"Did you get him ready for the press conference?" Dick said.
"Dont you worry about him. He'll be ready," Condi said. Condi stood up from the desk. Her legs were long and she smelled like the Xeroxed copies of the information packets they give me each day.
"Hello Georgie," Condi said. "Did you come to see Condi?" Condi rubbed my hair and it tickled.
"Dont go messing up his hair," Dick said. "He's got a press conference in a few minutes."
Condi wiped some spit on her hand and patted down my hair. Her hand was soft and she smelled like Xerox copies coming right out of the machine. "He looks just fine," Condi said.
Fine day, isn't it, Georgie, Daddy said. Daddy was pitching horseshoes. Horseshoes flew through the air and it was hot. Jeb looked at me. Stand back or one of his horseshoes is going to hit you and knock you down real good, Jeb said. Jeb threw the horseshoe and it went right over the stick and Daddy clapped. Run and get me that horseshoe, Georgie, Daddy said. I ran and picked up the horseshoe. The metal was hot in my hands, and I held it for a little bit and then I dropped it. I picked it up. It was hot in my hands and I started running away from Daddy and Jeb. Come back with that horseshoe, Daddy said. I was running as fast as I could. Jeb run after him and get me my horseshoe before he throws another one in the river, Daddy hollered. Jeb was chasing after me fast. Come back with that horseshoe, Georgie, Jeb hollered. But I was fast and I kept running until I got to the river. Dont you dare throw that horseshoe in the river, Jeb said. I threw the horseshoe in the river. Jeb fell on the ground. Jeb kicked and cried and then I cried.
"He needs his makeup," Dick said.
"I'll do it," Condi said. She put a little brush on my cheek and it tickled and I laughed.
Rummy walked into the room. "Jesus, what's he laughing about," Rummy said.
"Dont you pay attention to him, Georgie," Dick said. "They're going to be asking you all about Social Security. You just remember what we talked about."
"He cant remember anything," Rummy said.
I started to holler. Dick's face was red and he looked at Rummy. "I told you to hush up already," Dick said. "Now look what you've gone and done."
"Go and get him Saddam's gun," Condi said. "You know how he likes to hold it."
Dick went to my desk drawer and took out Saddam's gun. He gave it to me, and it was hot in my hands. Rummy pulled the gun away.
"Do you want him carrying a gun into the press conference?" Rummy said. "Cant you think any better than he can?"
I was hollering and Dick was turning red and then white and the room was tilted.
"You give him that gun back, right this minute," Condi said. Rummy gave me Saddam's gun back and I held it my hands. It was hot like a horseshoe.
"You got the gun, now you stop that hollering," Rummy said.
Condi patted me on the back. "It sure is hot in here," she said. She fanned herself and took off her jacket. She smelled like perfume.
And yet, somehow, we find reasons to live. Lush heirloom tomatoes with funny names. The opportunity to rescue an ant in a sink. A good pond-swim, or bay-swim, or spindrift ocean dip. Jon Stewart, when available. Cilantro shrimp on the barbie. A drooling Newfie. A ginger Altoid.
A really funny Faulkner parody--that treats the Bushist fascists as inbred Yokwnapatawphans, sorta. No offence meant to the inbred.
Update--here's the story, since the link no longer works.
"The Administration and the Fury-- If William Faulkner Were Writing on the Bush White House."
By Sam Apple
Down the hall, under the chandelier, I could see them talking. They were walking toward me and Dick's face was white, and he stopped and gave a piece of paper to Rummy, and Rummy looked at the piece of paper and shook his head. He gave the paper back to Dick and Dick shook his head. They disappeared and then they were standing right next to me.
"Georgie's going to walk down to the Oval Office with me," Dick said.
"I just hope you got him all good and ready this time," Rummy said.
"Hush now," Dick said. "This aint no laughing matter. He know lot more than folks think."
Dick patted me on the back good and hard. "Come on now, Georgie," Dick said. "Never mind you, Rummy."
We walked down steps to the office. There were paintings of old people on the walls and the room was round like a circle and Condi was sitting on my desk. Her legs were crossed.
"Did you get him ready for the press conference?" Dick said.
"Dont you worry about him. He'll be ready," Condi said. Condi stood up from the desk. Her legs were long and she smelled like the Xeroxed copies of the information packets they give me each day.
"Hello Georgie," Condi said. "Did you come to see Condi?" Condi rubbed my hair and it tickled.
"Dont go messing up his hair," Dick said. "He's got a press conference in a few minutes."
Condi wiped some spit on her hand and patted down my hair. Her hand was soft and she smelled like Xerox copies coming right out of the machine. "He looks just fine," Condi said.
Fine day, isn't it, Georgie, Daddy said. Daddy was pitching horseshoes. Horseshoes flew through the air and it was hot. Jeb looked at me. Stand back or one of his horseshoes is going to hit you and knock you down real good, Jeb said. Jeb threw the horseshoe and it went right over the stick and Daddy clapped. Run and get me that horseshoe, Georgie, Daddy said. I ran and picked up the horseshoe. The metal was hot in my hands, and I held it for a little bit and then I dropped it. I picked it up. It was hot in my hands and I started running away from Daddy and Jeb. Come back with that horseshoe, Daddy said. I was running as fast as I could. Jeb run after him and get me my horseshoe before he throws another one in the river, Daddy hollered. Jeb was chasing after me fast. Come back with that horseshoe, Georgie, Jeb hollered. But I was fast and I kept running until I got to the river. Dont you dare throw that horseshoe in the river, Jeb said. I threw the horseshoe in the river. Jeb fell on the ground. Jeb kicked and cried and then I cried.
"He needs his makeup," Dick said.
"I'll do it," Condi said. She put a little brush on my cheek and it tickled and I laughed.
Rummy walked into the room. "Jesus, what's he laughing about," Rummy said.
"Dont you pay attention to him, Georgie," Dick said. "They're going to be asking you all about Social Security. You just remember what we talked about."
"He cant remember anything," Rummy said.
I started to holler. Dick's face was red and he looked at Rummy. "I told you to hush up already," Dick said. "Now look what you've gone and done."
"Go and get him Saddam's gun," Condi said. "You know how he likes to hold it."
Dick went to my desk drawer and took out Saddam's gun. He gave it to me, and it was hot in my hands. Rummy pulled the gun away.
"Do you want him carrying a gun into the press conference?" Rummy said. "Cant you think any better than he can?"
I was hollering and Dick was turning red and then white and the room was tilted.
"You give him that gun back, right this minute," Condi said. Rummy gave me Saddam's gun back and I held it my hands. It was hot like a horseshoe.
"You got the gun, now you stop that hollering," Rummy said.
Condi patted me on the back. "It sure is hot in here," she said. She fanned herself and took off her jacket. She smelled like perfume.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Dirty Dick or Dirty Bush or Dirty Mr. Mustache? - Who's the Real Traitorgate Target?,
So, let's say Rove, though in plenty hot water, is NOT the ultimate legal target in the Traitorgate investigation.
Who is?
Kinda looks like Dirty Dick Cheney and his merry band of neo-con trolls -- Hadley, Libby, Hannah, Wurmser. Dirty Bush seems totally out of the loop. Riding/falling off his bicycle, as per usual, choking on innocent snack food.
But what about. . . Bolton??
Was it Bolton who masterminded the heinous outing of clandestine CIA officer Valerie Plame? Ably assisted, down the line, by the merry band of neo-con trolls?
Was it Bolton who initially insisted on a work-up on Joe Wilson, once Wilson had started to let reporters know that the "Niger nuclear option" was total bogus crap? Did Bolton order wiretaps and intercepts on Wilson, using government funds and personnel to advance his purely political, vengeance-driven agenda?
Remember Carl Ford, Assistant Secretary for Intelligence and Research? The one who, if memory serves, is a conservative Republican, former CIA, who called Bolton a "quintessential kiss-up, kick-down sort of guy" and a "serial abuser" of underlings? After Wilson's op-ed piece is published on July 6, 2003, Richard Armitage calls Ford at home for a copy of the memo, originally written for Marc Grossman on June 10, 2003. This memo will become known as the Air Force One Memo, as it gets circulated to Powell on the plane that takes Bush and Co. to Africa. Curiously, however, the Plame name does not appear in this memo.
Why not? Where'd that name come from? Who got it? Who spread it around?
But--all creationists can clap hands together--who was the Original Cause? Who was the Intelligent (sic) Designer? Who set it all in motion?
Who had means, motive, and opportunity?
Was it Mr. Mustache?
Who is?
Kinda looks like Dirty Dick Cheney and his merry band of neo-con trolls -- Hadley, Libby, Hannah, Wurmser. Dirty Bush seems totally out of the loop. Riding/falling off his bicycle, as per usual, choking on innocent snack food.
But what about. . . Bolton??
Was it Bolton who masterminded the heinous outing of clandestine CIA officer Valerie Plame? Ably assisted, down the line, by the merry band of neo-con trolls?
Was it Bolton who initially insisted on a work-up on Joe Wilson, once Wilson had started to let reporters know that the "Niger nuclear option" was total bogus crap? Did Bolton order wiretaps and intercepts on Wilson, using government funds and personnel to advance his purely political, vengeance-driven agenda?
Remember Carl Ford, Assistant Secretary for Intelligence and Research? The one who, if memory serves, is a conservative Republican, former CIA, who called Bolton a "quintessential kiss-up, kick-down sort of guy" and a "serial abuser" of underlings? After Wilson's op-ed piece is published on July 6, 2003, Richard Armitage calls Ford at home for a copy of the memo, originally written for Marc Grossman on June 10, 2003. This memo will become known as the Air Force One Memo, as it gets circulated to Powell on the plane that takes Bush and Co. to Africa. Curiously, however, the Plame name does not appear in this memo.
Why not? Where'd that name come from? Who got it? Who spread it around?
But--all creationists can clap hands together--who was the Original Cause? Who was the Intelligent (sic) Designer? Who set it all in motion?
Who had means, motive, and opportunity?
Was it Mr. Mustache?
Sunday, July 10, 2005
What's Wrong With These People? Really?
The defining characteristic of the American Taliban Reichwing is: hysteria. Yes, Dr. Freud, we're talking about hysteria: shrill, rabid-foaming-at-the-mouth Freeperstyle hysteria. What's up with that? one wonders. What's wrong with these people? Really, what is wrong with them?
Note that I'm not talking actual Republicans here--if there are any left, if they, like true liberal Republicans (remember them? the sentimental dodoes of American politics?) haven't all been killed and replaced with pod people.
Equal parts panic and fury--what's driving this? Reichwingers rail against gay marriage as if the very fabric of their universe were being actively shredded by Mr. and Mr. Jeff 'n Karl; as if Mrs. and Mrs. Andrea 'n Nancy and their ilk were viciously breaking down the doors of Freeper bedrooms all across America with their bloody powersaws on a nightly basis.
Which, I opine, is not the case.
The posts, like scat, they leave behind on liberal blogs are all the same: one poster says the same damn crap as the others. Then, each poster replies to varying liberal replies with the same damn cant. Shriek! LIBRULS! Broads? Ewk! Make it so they can't divorce me! Waaa! I wanna big strong punitive Daddy figure!
[Interlude: Since when did Dirty Bush become any kind of father figure? Plunk! He falls off a segway! Plish! He falls off a bicycle! Plish, plish! He falls off another bicycle! Gork! He chokes on an innocent snack food!]
Waa! I need an authoritarian-protective Daddy figure! Waa! Don't tell ME to sign up or shut up! Waa--I'm licking envelopes for the war against the libruls! Waa! Don't call ME a Yellow Elephant! Waa! I'm scared shitless, so let's blow up some frogs! Beat up on some blogs! Shoot some dogs!
Oow! I'm scared shitless, ok, so, let's invade somewhere. Anywhere! I'm scared shitless, so let's beat up some prisoners! Make 'em cry, so I don't have to!
"Make 'em cry, so I don't have to?"?
Oh-ho. Now there's a thought.
Note that I'm not talking actual Republicans here--if there are any left, if they, like true liberal Republicans (remember them? the sentimental dodoes of American politics?) haven't all been killed and replaced with pod people.
Equal parts panic and fury--what's driving this? Reichwingers rail against gay marriage as if the very fabric of their universe were being actively shredded by Mr. and Mr. Jeff 'n Karl; as if Mrs. and Mrs. Andrea 'n Nancy and their ilk were viciously breaking down the doors of Freeper bedrooms all across America with their bloody powersaws on a nightly basis.
Which, I opine, is not the case.
The posts, like scat, they leave behind on liberal blogs are all the same: one poster says the same damn crap as the others. Then, each poster replies to varying liberal replies with the same damn cant. Shriek! LIBRULS! Broads? Ewk! Make it so they can't divorce me! Waaa! I wanna big strong punitive Daddy figure!
[Interlude: Since when did Dirty Bush become any kind of father figure? Plunk! He falls off a segway! Plish! He falls off a bicycle! Plish, plish! He falls off another bicycle! Gork! He chokes on an innocent snack food!]
Waa! I need an authoritarian-protective Daddy figure! Waa! Don't tell ME to sign up or shut up! Waa--I'm licking envelopes for the war against the libruls! Waa! Don't call ME a Yellow Elephant! Waa! I'm scared shitless, so let's blow up some frogs! Beat up on some blogs! Shoot some dogs!
Oow! I'm scared shitless, ok, so, let's invade somewhere. Anywhere! I'm scared shitless, so let's beat up some prisoners! Make 'em cry, so I don't have to!
"Make 'em cry, so I don't have to?"?
Oh-ho. Now there's a thought.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Consummation Devoutly to be Wished: Karmically Correct Karmic Korrection for Karl
Yes, a turdblossom by any other name would smell--as sweet!
Sweeter yet than a smelly turdblossom still is the prospect of Karl Rove receiving his karmically-correct come-uppance at last.
But really, it would be just too good if Rove were the Plame leaker, and things are just never that good, or--are they?
It's good to dream, though . . . dreaming dreams of Karl in his awful treadmarked tighty-whities, duct-taped into a pretzel-shaped stress position . . . being fed two tropical fruits . . . neither of which is not JimmyJeff GannonGuckert . . . being blasted 24/7 with Celine Dion at top volume . . . & perhaps backwards . . . . until he is savaged savagely by the survivors of every surviving family member of 9/11 and the Dirty Bush War who wants to have his or her way with him . . . and is finally fed alive to the Ann Coulter . . . ah well. . . one can dream, can one not?
Sweeter yet than a smelly turdblossom still is the prospect of Karl Rove receiving his karmically-correct come-uppance at last.
But really, it would be just too good if Rove were the Plame leaker, and things are just never that good, or--are they?
It's good to dream, though . . . dreaming dreams of Karl in his awful treadmarked tighty-whities, duct-taped into a pretzel-shaped stress position . . . being fed two tropical fruits . . . neither of which is not JimmyJeff GannonGuckert . . . being blasted 24/7 with Celine Dion at top volume . . . & perhaps backwards . . . . until he is savaged savagely by the survivors of every surviving family member of 9/11 and the Dirty Bush War who wants to have his or her way with him . . . and is finally fed alive to the Ann Coulter . . . ah well. . . one can dream, can one not?
Saturday, June 25, 2005
As Long As I'm Here, I May As Well Blog?
Very well, then. Let's discuss the torture thing. You know, as in the interesting question of why-don't-all-these-so-called-"moral"-rightwingers NOT GET that leaving people to marinate in their own excrement is, um, like, WRONG.
As in the dualistic notion: RIGHT VS. WRONG.
You'd think they'd get it. But you'd be wrong.
You'd think they'd get it just because they're always shrieking about evil this, evil that, evil doers, evil evil evil.
If their little Fidos and Fluffies were dragged down to Guantanamo, and some BAD PERSON left the liddle widdle fluffies to marinate in their own crap, there would be hell to pay, would there not?
But here's the thing: the Bushistfascistaliban, via Rumsfeld, has managed to create a new class of sub-humans: the BAAAAAD GUYS OF GITMO.
Gee, would that be a kinda Nazi kinda theme? Yes, Virginia, it would. Creating a special class of beings for whom the rule of law can cheerily be suspended without anyone feeling bad about it is indeed a Nazi kinda thing. And a Pol-Pot-ish kinda thing. And a Red Guard kinda thing. (I can get away with saying this kinda thing because I'M NOT A DEMOCRATIC SENATOR, am I?)
And that's how it is. So far.
As in the dualistic notion: RIGHT VS. WRONG.
You'd think they'd get it. But you'd be wrong.
You'd think they'd get it just because they're always shrieking about evil this, evil that, evil doers, evil evil evil.
If their little Fidos and Fluffies were dragged down to Guantanamo, and some BAD PERSON left the liddle widdle fluffies to marinate in their own crap, there would be hell to pay, would there not?
But here's the thing: the Bushistfascistaliban, via Rumsfeld, has managed to create a new class of sub-humans: the BAAAAAD GUYS OF GITMO.
Gee, would that be a kinda Nazi kinda theme? Yes, Virginia, it would. Creating a special class of beings for whom the rule of law can cheerily be suspended without anyone feeling bad about it is indeed a Nazi kinda thing. And a Pol-Pot-ish kinda thing. And a Red Guard kinda thing. (I can get away with saying this kinda thing because I'M NOT A DEMOCRATIC SENATOR, am I?)
And that's how it is. So far.
Friday, June 24, 2005
How did this happen?
All I was trying to do was post a rant at somebody else's blog, and all of a sudden I'm a blog? Or rather, I'm blogging? What are the rules about non-consensual blogging?
I'm confused.
I'm confused.
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