Monday, February 28, 2005

Oscars

I don't know. I guess I haven't watched the Oscars with any degree of attentiveness in many years. I used to enjoy the Billy Crystal shows in the '90s. And I remember watching Johnny when I was but a wee pup-- my dad laughing and saying things like, "He's very witty." But last night I was reminded about just how stupid these awards shows can be.

I thought Chris Rock was lousy. He had one really good line about Oprah being so rich that during the commercial break John Kerry proposed to her. His opening monologue bit about "real stars" or whatever nonsense was just out of place and unfunny; and I was happy that later in the show Sean Penn stood up for Jude Law.

But what really had me bothered was this: Why was Beyonce in every fucking song performance? Hey, I like her, but shit, there are a lot of talented singers out there. And who did they get to perform the romantic duet with her? Josh fucking Groban, perhaps the most untalented hack to reach this level of success since Tom Arnold was given a career. And romantic? Jesus! He makes Clay Aikens look as though he likes pussy.

Or maybe I'm just bitter 'cause I didn't win the office Oscar pool.
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Sunday, February 27, 2005

Hit Parade

Well, Pedestrian Saga's reticence toward actually commenting on my blog hasn't prevented her from asking me face-to-face to write more about music. I just don't understand it, though. The fact that she would actually speak to me rather than typing something out seems so, um-- I don't know-- personal. But since she asked, I'll aquiesce to her prodding and write a bit more about those bands that I alluded to here that are making great rock and roll but are much more likely to be heard as the sound track to a Mitsubishi commercial than anywhere near a top-40 station-- or, for that matter, any station at all, excepting college ones and the irreplaceable Indie 103.1.

I was talking to the Capricorn Kid the other day as the mind-numbing Grammys were on. We were talking about Green Day and their new album and their song "Boulevard of Broken Dreams." He was making the rather quaint point that the lyrics are fundamentally flawed, as they go, "I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dreams."

More to the point, though, after we agreed that Green Day is overrated, I brought up the point that the Grammys simply will not recognize anyone that isn't a platinum-selling artist. And he said that a perfect example of this snubbing comes in the case of Wilco-- not exactly an obscure band, but relatively speaking, they sell poorly.

(I must work. I will come back to this when I have time, 'cause I have a lot to say. But for the time being, please enjoy this picture of Jeff Tweedy.)

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Friday, February 25, 2005

Pure Gold

The Weekly's penetrating and probing gastronome, Jonathan Gold, has been unsheathed to discuss a non-food item in the current issue-- he's been charged with reviewing the new album by the Mars Volta. And what does Mr. Gold think of their new record?
"You’ve got to give it to the Mars Volta. It is unusually difficult to decide whether their new record, Frances the Mute, is amazing, or whether it is the worst fucking thing you have ever heard in your entire fucking life."

And he doesn't seem quite able to shake off the shackles of conflict and uncertainty through the rest of the article. Which makes me want to hear the record. And go eat some shrimp pancreas in Koreatown.
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Thursday, February 24, 2005

Name That Icon

Who said this:
"I know there are groups at the top of the charts that are hailed as the saviours of rock'n'roll and all that, but they are amateurs. They don't know where the music comes from," he wrote, adding, “I wouldn't even think about playing music if I was born in these times... I'd probably turn to something like mathematics. That would interest me. Architecture would interest me. Something like that."

And the answer? If you said "Bob Dylan," you would have been right.

After reading this, via the good guys at donewaiting.com, I thought it might be a good time to see just what groups are at the tops of the charts right now.

The "groups" that are in the top ten of the album charts are Green Day (#2), 3 Doors Down (#6), and Maroon 5 (#9). Of these three bands, the only one that I can conceive at all as having been hailed as something like the "saviors of rock and roll" is the one without a number in their name, though whoever would make such a claim should probably swear off writing and/or talking about music. And who is number one? That's right, kids. Ray Charles is number one.

As for the singles charts, there's Green Day once again with "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" at number two... And the only other group in the top ten is a hip hop trio called Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz-- and I'm pretty sure this is not who Dylan had in mind.

My point in all this? I don't know. I love Dylan-- his music, ascerbic wit, and his general freakishness. He's one of very few people on this earth that I consider to be a personal hero and idol.

But, Bob, you're really full of shit on this one. In truth, good rock and roll is everywhere these days-- everywhere except the charts. Even the advertisers know this. Every other car commercial it seems features some bitchin'-ass song playing in the background by some new(ish) bitchin'-ass artist. Hang onto your ego, Mr. Z, and spare me the sanctimony.
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More Evidence: The Authorities Are Pricks

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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Reporters in the Mist

I'm starting to really like the woman over at Majikthise, and I've added a link over to the right for her blog.

Here she delivers a surgical-strike indictment against current journalistic standards and procedures in the guise of an obituary for Hunter Thompson, all the while maintaining a proper distance and respect for the lunatic doctor himself. The title of the piece? "Jim Guckert Killed Hunter S. Thompson." And these two paragraphs are bunker-busting:

"Jim Guckert killed Hunter S. Thompson. The good doctor took evasive action because he'd finally had enough. There was no question of a comeback. His natural habitat had disappeared. Today's media industrial complex is gonzo-proof. You can't raise hell anywhere near the press corps anymore unless you're turning tricks. Gonzo journalism today would be as incongruous as gonzo account services or gonzo event planning.


Gonzo is dead because the mainstream media have abolished objectivity and subjectivity--the facts don't matter, but neither does the perspective of any individual. Like gonzo journalists, today's campaign reporters love to tell impressionistic yarns. Unlike gonzo journalists they don't want to talk about their own experiences. Enterprising reporters collect "gaffes" and "coups" and spin them into parables. The winner is the journalist whose just-so story becomes 'The Defining Moment.'"

And here I see she was on top of the "Gorillagate" story several days ago, whereas I only became aware of it today. More importantly, though, than the fact that she is merely aware of this bit of pulp about a talking gorilla with a nipple fetish is how it is categorized on her blog. It's filed under the heading: Monkeys, Apes, and Prosimians. And under this heading you'll find all sorts of entries that might pique the fancies of all you assorted armchair primatologists out there.

Read and enjoy.
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Plainspoken, Indeed

Here's Georgie setting the record straight about Iran today:

"This notion that the United States is getting ready to attack Iran is simply ridiculous."

I don't know about you, but for a nanosecond or two I was starting to feel a whole hell of a lot better after hearing those words-- that is, until I heard the very next sentence:

"Having said that, all options are on the table."

I just hope that Scott Ritter is only right half of the time.

[ Via Kevin Drum ]
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Mark Your Calendars...

WE'RE BOMBING IRAN IN JUNE

At least that's what former UNSCOM weapons inspector Scott Ritter said on Friday. You'll remember that Mr. Ritter was one of many muted voices that maintained throughout the run-up to the Iraqi war that Saddam had no weapons of mass destruction. Predictably, he was the target of a right-wing smear campaign. The simple fact remains, though, that everything he said vis-a-vis Iraqi weapons turned out to be 100% accurate-- a simple fact that's been lost in the din of apologists and shills going apoplectic over his "treason" and alleged perversion.

He also said the Iraqi elections were fixed.

Scott Ritter is the new E.F. Hutton. When he talks, we should listen.

[ Via Cursor ]
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Monday, February 21, 2005

RIP Pacific Lumber

Well, well, well-- According to the LA Times, Pacific Lumber is on its way towards bankruptcy and collapse. As bad as this will undoubtedly be for much of the working population of Humboldt County, a county that is utterly dependent on logging revenue, I see this as an unqualified good-- that is, unless some other equally reprehensible company comes in and takes over in their stead. But, by the grace of Allah, hopefully this will not happen. This paragraph from the article cuts it cleanly:

"Last summer, Pacific Lumber opened a high-tech $30-million sawmill, which cuts small logs up to 2 feet in diameter. It was the company's way of adjusting to the increasing scarcity of big trees in a forest logged for more than a century." [ My emphasis, CJ ]


This is something that needs to be understood, and immediately, for it's the same thing with the oil in the Middle East. When dealing with such unsustainable and unrenewable products, the jobs will go the way of the trees. It's simple arithmetic. And, yes, these trees are unrenewable even though they grow from the ground. The trees, and the forests in which they are anchored, have been around for millennia. Entire ecosystems get disrupted and destroyed as a result of the clear-cuts, and these magisterial trees are replaced with common shrubbery-- hardly the stuff from which wealthy homeowners want to build their decks.

In other news of the dying, I see that Hunter S. Thompson has killed Will Self.
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Ted Leo is so yesterday

Ted Leo Day has now come and gone. You gotta love a band at this level that acts as its own roadies and techs. There were several highlights; for me, the most notable being their thunderous closer, "Ballad of the Sin Eater." And also Ted's solo performance of (I think) Rainbow's "Since You've Been Gone," wherein halfway through he broke into "Maps" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Oh, and he did "Dial Up," "Timorous Me," "Under the Hedge," and the towering "Biomusicology" from The Tyranny of Distance. Such beauty and power. And so many of the great ones from Hearts of Oak and Shake the Sheets. An awesome performance. Please, sir, may I have some more.
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Sunday, February 20, 2005

Ted Leo Day!!!!

Tickets are still available for the Ted Leo show tonight at the El Rey, folks. Do yourself a favor and get down there. You must change your life.
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Saturday, February 19, 2005

More Evidence: They're Insane

Here is Chris Cox, U.S. Congressman from behind the Orange Curtain:
"America's Operation Iraqi Freedom is still producing shock and awe, this time among the blame-America-first crowd."

"We continue to discover biological and chemical weapons and facilities to make them inside Iraq."

Rarely is the question asked: Is our conservatives learning?

[Via Atrios ]
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More Evidence: They're Winning

"Kyoto Can't Save Us" is the name of this article over at Alternet. It (Kyoto) doesn't go far enough, as scientists have been saying for a long while now. And it doesn't do anything "to remove existing greenhouse gases from the atmosphere and 'sequester' them where they are no longer dangerous." It only deals with future emissions.

Of course, our government isn't even participating in whatever bit of good Kyoto is doing. And why should they? Global warming isn't provable. It's just a theory, like that one by that English bloke from the nineteenth century who said we evolved from gorillas. And besides, there's not a single mention of global warming in the entire bible. Well, except for that bit about fire and brimstone.
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More Evidence: If You're Poor, You're Fucked

Or, I should probably say, "If you're not really, really fucking rich, you're fucked."

According to a recent study, high school students have been infected by a species of virus that renders them murky in the noggin when it comes to understanding just what "freedom" means:
"When told of the exact text of the First Amendment, more than one in three high school students said it goes 'too far' in the rights it guarantees."

Let's just get on with the plutocracy already-- no more euphimisms. In the great, new "ownership society," it will hardly be surprising to find out that some pigs will be more equal than others. Judging by these high schoolers, the future generation of Americans will, after receiving its "good behavior" carrot for the day, lay down in the slop and collectively say, "Thank you, sir. May I have another?"
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Thursday, February 17, 2005

My People, My People

I found out last night that my cousin has become a born-again Christian. I can't say that this is an enormous surprise, though it was something of a shock. It's a very strange thing this life. That very same sun that makes life possible will blind you if you stare at it for more than a very few seconds. That burning, vibrating nothingness that we all feel in the deepest pockets of our sensitivities must, for some, be neglected, ignored-- ultimately written away. Religion has always been one of the ways people cope with this existential doublecross. I, for one, certainly don't begrudge religious people their religion. Quite the contrary. However, I do find the modern American form of evangelical Christianity to be not only intellectually stifling and aesthetically stuffy, but a real danger to the hopes of modernity; and even more to the point, a considerable threat, along with other fundamentalisms, to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for the rest of us "heathens," or "infidels," take your pick.

Ian Masters, host of the Sunday morning KPFK program, Background Briefing, has now for years been hammering away as to why no one in the Washington press corps will ask the president point-blank if he agrees with the evangelical reading of the Book of Revelation and believes in the rapture and end times and all of that bullshit. If so, then Masters believes this is a fundamental conflict of interest and should disqualify Bush from holding the office. The reasoning goes that if he truly believes in these "prophesies," then he can't be trusted to "preserve, protect and defend the constitution of the United States," as the oath of office insures us he will.

I tend to see Bush as more of a political opportunist than a true believer, but one can never be sure. Even so, if it is only an exercise in political calculus that compels Bush to posture as a true believer, it doesn't negate the threat posed by having to forever appease this very loud bloc of the Right-wing base. Once you make this Faustian deal with the evangelicals (as the Republicans have), you're pretty much fucked. On so many issues, these mad, "Boschist" interpretations of ancient prophesies can quickly morph into modern-day self-fulfilling prophesies that reap real consequences in real time. Think of Israel. Think of the environment. Think of global warming. Think of science itself. Pretty much every issue imaginable (excepting, of course, anything to do with sex) is rendered meaningless if you've bet the farm on the world coming to a fiery end in the very near future-- an end that you yourself will be spared from as you will be whisked away to some unimaginable paradise.

My cousin's story is probably (and predictably) not very different from what I would guess are many like stories of conversion-- except that he's the half-Mexican grandson of a Jewish refugee and Marxist activist; a bastard-child whose mother used to smuggle drugs to her Black Panther boyfriend by way of her cooch while he was spending time in the big house; and a Jew who, unlike pretty much everybody else in my family that I can think of, actually had a bar mitzvah.

Anyway, the short version: He knocked his high-school sweetheart up while they were both in their teens, married her shortly thereafter, fathered three additional children with sweetheart, got henpecked to the point of scarification by sweetheart, was convinced to become born-again Christian by sweetheart. As I said, a typical story of conversion in the heartland of this ol' America-- in this case, the central valley of California.

Next up: He'll be voting Republican in the next election to the sounds of my grandmother doing the Watusi in her grave.
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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Beefcake-gate

Good break down of the whole sordid Gannon affair by Joe Conason that I see via Kos. He hits on the point that really strikes me as most important, and most illustrative of how modern politics and media manipulation work in practice:

"Imagine the media explosion if a male escort had been discovered operating as a correspondent in the Clinton White House. Imagine that he was paid by an outfit owned by Arkansas Democrats and had been trained in journalism by James Carville. Imagine that this gentleman had been cultivated and called upon by Mike McCurry or Joe Lockhart—or by President Clinton himself. Imagine that this "journalist" had smeared a Republican Presidential candidate and had previously claimed access to classified documents in a national-security scandal. Then imagine the constant screaming on radio, on television, on Capitol Hill, in the Washington press corps—and listen to the placid mumbling of the "liberal" media now."

Americablog continues to be the best source for everything Gannon. Scroll down and you can see this former "White House reporter" in all of his glory.
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Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Up In Smoke

Quitting smoking sucks. I can't concentrate. I can't think. I believe I have a minor case of priapism (and I use the word "minor" advisedly). Too much oxygen. Too much blood. Too much perspective. Drinking will help...
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Rapture Index: 152

Via MyDD I see that the Rapture Index is now at 152, "...which places it firmly in the highest category possible, according to Rapture Ready, the site that monitors it."

Well, hurry the fuck up, God! I can't wait to be left fucking behind. Earth will be a far more pleasant place after all these Christian nutjob freaks are raptured up to Heaven. Jesus Christ! Let's get on with it, for fuck! And while you're busy rapturing up those sick, twisted evangelical Christians, do the rest of us a favor and go ahead and suck up every fundamentalist from every religion. Really, they've been fucking shit up for long enough.
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Sunday, February 13, 2005

Facelift

The blog has received a facelift. I customized one of the design templates that Blogger offers. This took some time, as my knowledge of HTML was nonexistent until yesterday. I was happy to see that the comments transferred over.

Also I quit smoking...
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Saturday, February 12, 2005

Under Construction

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Friday, February 11, 2005

Social Security Breakdown

If you're anything like me, you've probably suffered a breakdown of sorts in trying to get a grip on just what the hell's going on in regards to all of this Social Security mumbo jumbo being spat out by the bloviating automatons of the pundit class, the sundry politicians, and those crazy trailblazers of the blogosphere. When you hear the blowhards use improvised-yet-somehow-now-part-of-the-lexicon (I.Y.S.N.P.O.T.L.) words such as "clawback," you, like me, probably resolve to leave the tonic out of your next vodka tonic. But such is the world in which we live, and as your ever-suffering host to this blog, I, the caption jockey, will attempt to break down and deconstruct at least some of what this caterwauling is all about.

This latest episode in "Social Security Reform," of course, all started with Bush's "massive" and "unprecedented" electoral victory in November. Well, now that the inauguration is over and the die, as it were, has been cast, let's see just what it is that our plain-spoken president is actually proposing (via Digby):

Because the -- all which is on the table begins to address the big cost drivers. For example, how benefits are calculate, for example, is on the table; whether or not benefits rise based upon wage increases or price increases. There's a series of parts of the formula that are being considered. And when you couple that, those different cost drivers, affecting those -- changing those with personal accounts, the idea is to get what has been promised more likely to be -- or closer delivered to what has been promised.

Does that make any sense to you? It's kind of muddled. Look, there's a series of things that cause the -- like, for example, benefits are calculated based upon the increase of wages, as opposed to the increase of prices. Some have suggested that we calculate -- the benefits will rise based upon inflation, as opposed to wage increases. There is a reform that would help solve the red if that were put into effect. In other words, how fast benefits grow, how fast the promised benefits grow, if those -- if that growth is affected, it will help on the red.

Okay, better? I'll keep working on it.

That was President Bush last Friday. Methinks the prez better get himself wired again.

There have been several leftish bloggers that have been covering this story quite doggedly, Josh Marshall most notably. But for an easy-to-understand overview, I think this post by Publius is the best I've seen. For a slightly more complex synopsis, try this post by Matthew Yglesias.

Before getting into many of the details of the "Bush Plan" (actually, I won't be getting into many of the details because I don't understand most of the details), I think it's prudent to at least cursorily step back through history and look at some of what was going on when Social Security first came to be. Here is what Wikipedia says:

A limited form of the Social Security program began as a measure to implement "social insurance" during the Great Depression that started following the Black Thursday stock market crash of 1929. The law was passed by Congress at the behest of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt in 1935 as part of the New Deal. Opponents challenged the Social Security Act in court, but it was upheld by a U.S. Supreme Court that had struck down other New Deal legislation.

And here are some of FDR's thoughts:

"No greater tragedy exists in modern civilization than the aged, worn-out worker who after a life of ceaseless effort and useful productivity must look forward for his declining years to a poorhouse. A modern social consciousness demands a more humane and efficient arrangement."

[Albany, N.Y., - February 28, 1929 - Governor Franklin D. Roosevelt, Message to N.Y. State Legislature]

It looks to me like FDR's Republican contemporaries in Congress, after much hemming and hawing, caved in and mostly voted "Yea" on the bill. Seventy years later, now in control of all three branches of government, the Republicans finally have their moment to exact revenge on the floating, mocking specter of FDR and are hell-bent on seriously weakening, and ultimately destroying, Social Security. But they have to be sneaky about it, for the elderly in this country represent a very substantial voting bloc and are not to be fucked with.

Why, you may be asking yourself-- that is, if you accept the premise I've laid out above-- do the Republicans want to destroy Social Security? After all, by their own admission, these "reforms" will do nothing to remedy the projected shortfalls that SS will encounter in 2042 (Yes, 2042, for fuck!). So, what's it all about? First off, shifting a large amount of funds from the Social Security Trust Fund into private investment accounts would provide a financial windfall to the prez's friends that make up the Wall Street class. Secondly, in order to make the prez's tax cuts for the rich permanent, they intend to default on those very Treasury Bonds that make up the Trust Fund in either 2018 or 2012 (I can't keep it straight). This (14th amendment, section 4), of course, is illegal, but so is invading a sovereign nation based on trumped-up charges, not to mention outing CIA assets for paltry political gains, holding detainees indefinitely without counsel, torturing said detainees, or stealing two presidential elections in a row. In other words, in the tangle of thorns that represents the illegalities committed by this crew, this would seem a mere trifle.

More importantly, though, than these practical considerations, especially for those of our right-wing brethren closer to the bottom of the food chain (i.e. voters), for gutting SS are the psychological and quasi-ideological components rooted in the mythologizing of the "self-made man." Therefore, by a trick of extortion and rhetoric, the great "Ownership Society" is born. Instead of paying into a collective pool, now workers can take some of what is taken out of their paychecks and put it into their very own private (or, as the Republican monolith has changed the word, "personal") accounts. We are assured that there will be some kind of oversight as to what kind of investments we all can make-- investing, after all, is "hard work." Then, for those of us who are not wealthy, we will be forced to transfer these funds to some kind of annuity once we reach retirement age. In short, they will be private-- excuse me-- "personal" accounts in name only.

It doesn't take much imagination though to envision this as step one of a complete phase out. Again, they say that the kind of investments that will be allowed will be strictly controlled-- tried-and-true conservative stocks and such. Imagine, though, if we again have a great spike in the stock market, like the tech bubble that we saw in the late '90s. I can already hear the protestations of the Republicans that "average, ordinary" people are being hogtied and hamstrung by all these unseemly government regulations. "Let them have full control of their personal accounts," they will say. And then when the bubble bursts, they'll say, "Let them eat cake."

But the kernel of all this miserliness, or at least a rallying cry for the bottom-of-the-food-chain dwellers on the Right, lies in the very petty observation-- I suppose an epiphany to some-- that the money collected via the payroll tax from the current crop of workers (including yours truly and every other Chablis-swigging lefty I know) goes to our current retirees. Again: The SS taxes you pay are not going into a giant pot to be tapped by you and you alone once you reach retirement age-- they're going to today's retirees (and today's disabled folk). YES! YOU ARE PAYING FOR SOMEBODY ELSE!

Well, heavens to Betsy! I've known that since before I reached puberty. But for some folks, this is a revelation, and one they don't take kindly to. Check out this article in that bastion of high-minded intellectualism and good taste, Free Republic, if you don't believe me. That's really all it is, folks. They simply can't support the notion of us collectively tending to the sick and old.

And now I think I'll have that vodka tonic.
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Friday, February 04, 2005

The State of the Union

I didn't see the speech the other night. These events tend to make me very excited-- a strong, almost-Iraqi excited-- and I fear for the public good. Last year, after Bush's speech-capping exhortation for baseball players to stop using steroids, I went up to the roof of my apartment building and unloaded a full jacket of armor-piercing bullets from my AK. I missed the airliner I was aiming for, but nailed an elderly Mexican seamstress. It didn't matter. I don't speak Mexican.

I did, however, just read the prepared text of this year's SOTU. And here is what I found out:

The state of the union is good. To make it better still:

  • We must eliminate Social Security insurance for everyone under 55 years of age.
  • We must malign and ridicule those who have suffered from asbestos exposure.
  • We must rely on fossil fuels and nuclear power for our energy needs.
  • We must criminalize homosexuality.
  • We must suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous judicial nominees.
  • We must continue to neglect the AIDS pandemic.
  • We must try to stop executing colored folk who've been wrongfully convicted and/or falsely tried. (See? He is compassionate)
  • We must remain allies with Saudi Arabia.
  • We must stay in Iraq for a very long time to come.
  • We must employ the rhetorical device of evoking the words and ideas of FDR whenever we wish to undo everything he did.

And that's about it. My favorite passage, in its entirety:

"The United States has no right, no desire, and no intention to impose our form of government on anyone else. That is one of the main differences between us and our enemies. They seek to impose and expand an empire of oppression, in which a tiny group of brutal, self-appointed rulers control every aspect of every life."

Speaks for itself.
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Tuesday, February 01, 2005

From Swastika to Jim Crow

I was very pleased to see that From Swastika to Jim Crow, a documentary based on the book of the same title which my grandmother wrote (she's also interviewed in the film), was playing on some cable channel called True Stories the other night. It's quite interesting subject matter and well worth watching, even without the familial connection.
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Rehab

P.H.-Unbalanced is in rehab. Good for you!
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Food Porn

Somebody, please, please take me to Urasawa.
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The Great Coz!!!!

My friend, coworker, and fellow blogger, Dennis Cozzalio, dishes out his top 22 movies of 2004. He's an excellent writer. Check him out.
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David Corn

David Corn on Boxer and Feinstein.
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Eat the Vote!!

Via TBogg, I see that many Iraqis feared that their food rations would be cut if they did not vote on Sunday. Ain't Democracy grand?
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Ted Leo Is Probably Coming to Your Town

Here is the list of dates for his world tour. I'll be seeing him on Feb. 2o at the El Rey. I recommend you do the same.
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Drumroll

Kevin Drum links up to an article in the LA Times wherein several experts predict a global pandemic of the bird flu.

He also has alerted me to the fact that Andrew Sullivan is saying au revoir to the blogosphere.
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The Krug

Good piece on social security privatization schemes by the Krug today. (you have to register to read it online)
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