Saturday, September 30, 2006

“Do I Make You A Little Horny?” —Mark A. Foley

“There is at least one criminal on the Internet as we're speaking, and at least one criminal pedophile. Why? Because they existed before the Internet existed.” —Eric Schmidt

Our elected officials are mortals in oh so many ways. Not all of them are by any means good or altruistic. It’s a very, very sick world we live in.

Will we continue to elect thieves and pedophiles, egomaniacal Napoleans and perverts to public office for ever? Is there an alternative?

I don't care how much Mark Foley goes to church, (and evidently he doesn't, which is in his favor unless he worships Baal, the goat-boy) or that he defends the rights of the battered, abused and exploited children upon which he preys. This guy is one bent buckaroo.

And we always thought of him as such a quiet young man.

Friday, September 29, 2006

Congress Makes It Official

“The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.” —John Calvin

Of course that doesn’t apply to the Bush has no conscience for all it’s sanctimony and certainly no soul or morality. It is now legal to torture human beings if President Bush says it is. We have become about as low as any other pompous, fearful society when it comes to the treatment of our fellow human beings.

I hear Rush wailing that these people are not citizens and that therefore they don't deserve the same protection as we do under the Geneva Conventions. To that I say, ”Bullshit!” As Americans, don't we need to maintain a higher moral standard? If we descend to their level, doesn’t that make us as bad if not worse than them? I find that killing people, without regard to their guilt or innocense, before they might kill
you to be madness. It is morally bankrupt. And pure bomber pilot mentality. If you don't see it, you can pretend it never happened.

Might does make right. I just hope we never lose. I can tell you the administration is looking after itself. They just better not travel to the Hague anytime soon.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Bush Huffs Aeresol Can Of Whipped Cream, Nearly Explodes

“After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands.” —Friedrich Nietzche

Shortly before arriving at the UN for his address, President Bush’s motocade stopped at a grocery store in Harlem and purchased a can of RediWhip. The president proceded to “huff” the vapor and was observed growing very red in the face.

Iran’s President Ahmadinejad, already at the UN stated that George Bush should pledge to stop this practice. Iran has pledged to cease urnaium enrichment if Bush stops huffing nitrous oxide.

Friday, September 15, 2006

The Unkindest Cut Of All

“Integrity has no need of rules. —Albert Camus

Finally someone stands up to the president. I always figured Colin Powel was his own man even though he was the President's Secretary of State. He didn't always seem to agree, however. That Powell was disenchanted with George W. Bush became obvious when Powell left that position. It's hard to be your own man and someone else’s lackey.

I admire Powell for condemning Bush’s plan. Someone with as much disregard for our troops as Bush who sends them into harm’s way in Iraq on a bunch of trumped-up prevarications certainly doesn't care if they are captured and treated the same barbaric way we treat prisoners and enemy combatants we deprive of their rights as guaranteed by the Geneva conventioins.

Using the same yardstick, I can’t see why he should have any compunctions about CIA interogators being tried for war crimes under article 3 of the conventions unless he’s afraid it might apply to him for condoning the felony that violating article 3 mandates.

Powell was a soldier. Bush just played one on TV.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Good Morning, America...

’I do think there's a big move away from actual reporting,
trying to report facts.”
—Laura Bush

Then there's E.D. Hill, AKA Tarbox from Pittsburgh, by way of who knows where, adding her pro Bush rant two cents on the Fox and Friends network with Steve Doocy and Brian Weasel-face Kilmeade. It’s early in the AM and I'm at the gym watching CNN with Robin Meade

& Company but there are 8 TVs and one is tuned to FOX. There are some things about the news that you just can't escape, not matter how you try to hide. And when you hear them AND see them, you want to scream. Fortunately I can do 3 miles on the stair-stepper and sweat out my bile before I have to throw up.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Charlie Don’t Surf

“The real use of gunpowder is to make all men tall.” Thomas Carlyle.

Neither does Osama.

An interesting juxtaposition of photos, I thought. Some small men struggling for stature think that blowing shit up is the way to solve their inferiority complexes. Some buy a red Ferrari if they can afford one. Others have to dress up like powerful warlords, beat women or demean
someone. Ya can't always see it coming but the swagger generally gives it away.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Try To Remember The Kind Of September...

When life was slow and oh so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of september,
When grass was green and grain was yellow.

Try to remember the kind of september,
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow . . .

Try to remember when life was so tender,
That no one wept except the willow,
Try to remember when life was so tender,
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.

Try to remember when life was so tender,
That love was an ember about to billow,
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow . . .

Deep in december it's nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in december it's nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.

Deep in december it's nice to remember,
The fire of september that made us mellow.
Deep in december our heart's should remember,
And follow . . .

...and after you endulge yourself and dwell on it for a while, get your ass up and take care of business instead of wallowing in self pity.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Sauce For The Goose

I was listening to Rush. My mistake. He was pomposifying about how even though the ABC “docu-drama” “Path to 9/11” doesn't tell the truth, i.e. casts up the past in specifics which are not necessarily true (see...the disclaimers say so), it does capture the nebulous fact that the dems had blown it on our safety back with Clinton. (They're cowards, doncha know.)

So I said to myself, what about George W. Bush's National Guard records? The ones that Dan Rather put together? They were bogus, but they actually pointed out the truth of the situaltion. The guy dodged the draft and I'd say pretty damn well. So well in fact no one knew where the hell he was during the last year of his enlistment.

Friday, September 08, 2006

What Time Does The Balloon Go Up?

“What terrorism finally winds up saying to us is that you can't live in a world that bends some people so totally out of shape that they want to destroy themselves and anybody who gets in their way.” —John Shelby Spong
I am in a quandry. Some would have us believe that there is not way to stop the annihilation of our culture short of “killing them all” and annihilating their culture. That there is no way these “radical islamists” would be able to engage in meaninful dialogue so that we might both coexist. The radical right in this country wants it this way. They say to believe we have a chance for meaningful conversation is to hide our heads in the sand. To appease the enemy.

Well I've got some news for them. The only way to stop our annihilation is to talk to these people and FIND some common ground. I know they’re rattling their sabres but so are we. The bravado expressed in their statements that they would like to kill us all is an integral part of their posturing. We, of course do the same. Logically we have to kill them all, otherwise they will kill us all. Only we can't seem to find them to get the job done.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Nature 1, Steve Irwin 0

I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different. —T. S. Eliot


It would appear that this is about the freakiest accident that could ever befall someone who always went looking for trouble.

I hope someone has the presence of mind to contact the Guiness Book of World Records on this one. Steve Irwin in all likelihood is the only person ever to be killed by suffering a stingay's poisonous spine through the heart. It’ll be a long time before anyone comes close to this record.

He was one unlucky bloke, in the end.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

“Come Into My Parlor...

...said the spider to the fly.”

Ask him if he’s better off than he was 4 years ago. In fact ask just about anybody if they’re better off than they were 4 years ago.

And having entered the parlor, we find ourselves stuck on flypaper with no way out. The spider isn't gonna eat us, but neither will he let us go. So we pretend we're doing something other than having our soldiers drive around until they’re eventually blown up by an IED. If the Iraqis aren’t ready by now to take on the security of their country, they never will be. We train marines to fignt in about 14 weeks. Officers take a little longer. I think the Iraqis’ time is up.