Archive for the ‘Terror’ Category
The need to communicate. To write. Despite not having anything immediate to say.
I’m here in Carson City because I imagined it to be a haven of sorts. If not that, then friendly. Sanctuary from exorbitant bills and ridiculous drama. I was weary of the drama and the bills. Mostly the bills. Spent am I. Pun intended. It started off okay. Business prospects were promising. I had irons in the fire. Sibling drama did rear it’s ugly head but I was honest and above it. Restrained. I chose distance in light of the wildest cards and it served me for a time. I’m smart.
Dad fell from a ladder, broke six ribs and a shoulder, madness prevailed on every level. Soon after, sibling rivalry exploded like Krakatoa. I wake up checking to see if I still have an ass. I realize now I’m in deep depression once again. I would risk the reader’s patience at this point were I to detail how often and how hard life has been punching me straight in the mouth in the last year or so.
I’s okay, I roll with it and drink a lot.
A carnival of nonsense. My sanctuary a mirage. I do tap the occasional oasis and it is like paradise by the dashboard light. I get refueled, nourished and a chance to wash my face and hands. I wash my stinking crotch and put on clean socks, put on a little lotion. Don’t always know where to find those islands, but I know if I sail long enough…… No sooner than this and I’m waiting for vulgar to ring the bell. Ugly will revisit any day. It’s true I’m feeling sorry for myself but you can’t know what’s visited me in the last year or so.
It’s been pretty fucked up.
I am weary.
I hate most people and most things. Sometimes.
Outside the wind rages, but inside Swirly Girl the Cat snores like a drunken boxer, whistling and snorting. It makes me smile. Her face flinches and flickers in the throes of a dream. I smile some more. Her paws are curled inward. Her nose tucked between them. We’ll move to the bedroom and she’ll sleep beside my head all night. I am her father. She is my beloved problem child. She frowns and objects a lot. I just love on her as best I can.
I have to care about what happens next but it’s easier said than done. People really suck. You have no idea.
I’ll take politics and world events for five hundred Alex. If you visit regularly it’s most likely the reason.
Can you believe this fuckhead Stupak? Smoking tobacco is no different than smoking lettuce leaves. He didn’t say that but I don’t care. No real surprise that he rents a room at C Street and his head is misshapen. Can you say hydrocephalus? This guy is a dick. 44,000 people a year dying due to lack of health care insurance and he wants to make the whole thing about Roe v. Wade? What an asshole. News flash, we’ve got it covered with the Hyde amendment.
No worries dickhead.
To stir this brand of shit in light of just how important this issue is, is beyond irresponsible. It’s plain stupid and I think someone’s ego needs a leash and a muzzle. Thanks you peniswhipped cocktail.
Sarah Palin and her new book and book tour. She’s doing the “battleground” states. Who cares? Run the stupid bitch in 2012. Please. Run Romney and Huckabee and Limbaugh or Hannity. The Keystone Cops, The Stooges, The Flinstones or maybe Tucker Carlson and Orly Tates and Wile E. Coyote. Yep, bring it. Give us a show. I swear I equated Romney to Guy Smiley before the Daily Show did. Bitches. I’m way on top of this shit. Sometimes.
I’m very much encouraged to hear Obama has rejected all battle plans he’s been presented with for Afghanistan. We don’t have the resources in terms of personnel and we don’t have the money to even attempt to support a government we know to be abstrusely compromised. It’s a no win boys and girls. The pooch was raped seven years ago. People die for no reason everyday.
Time to take the long way home. Russia failed. England failed. No invading force or country has ever prevailed despite it being among the poorest countries on earth. We’re certainly no smarter and likely even dumber than those who’ve come before us.
We have no clear objectives or realistically realizable goals. No one can define “victory” or a “successful mission”. We are lost. Strangers in a strange land fighting for what? Use the money we are spending there, to increase security here, if the idea really is to be proactive.
I’m not talking about taking off your goddamn shoes or limiting the size of your toothpaste or shampoo containers before you board a flight from Burbank to fucking Reno. I always travel to Reno at the behest of Allah because I don’t shit where I eat. Ha! Such policies are useless and miss the point entirely. It’s all about demonstrating that someone, somewhere, is doing something to show the dumbest among us that someone, somewhere is doing something to protect us. Nevermind that it represents nothing more than an inconvenience and an egregious breach of logic. Somewhere, someone is doing something.
In the meantime, more people die everyday because of lack of health care or insurance than in our elective wars. Pretty fucking stupid, huh? It’s no wonder the world thinks we’re a big stupid bully. It’s no wonder Sarah Palin still has a realistic shot at the presidency.
The only way to even find out if the conflict in Afghanistan is solvable is to escalate it to the level of the Vietnam conflict. That means 50,000 dead Americans and millions of dead Afghanis, many of whom will be civilian. Good plan. Time to walk away.
Wait. That’s actually more than we lose every year due to our health care clusterfuck. Oh boy. Now we’re cooking with butane.
I don’t really care if the Ft. Hood massacre is defined as “terrorism” or not. It was terrible. Horrible. Horribalism? Anyone? It’s a fucking tragedy and Republican efforts to label it as terrorism amount to nothing more than a cheap shot as well as shameful exploitation of what is simply an American tragedy. Somehow these pricks believe that if they can succeed with the blatant polemic nomenclature of terrorism they can claim that a terrorist event occurred on Obama’s watch. Good luck with that you fucks. Your’s happened two months earlier under your watchful and diligent eyes and you lost three thousand in an event so contrived that I doubt we know half the truth. We lost thirteen.
Drinks for my friends.
For those of who haven’t heard this nomenclature of dolts, it refers to a small but vociferous group of nutbags who insist, despite all legitimate evidence to the contrary, that Barack Obama is not an American citizen by virtue of not having been born in the United States. Gotta give to them. Sounds big.
Eh. Gimme a break. Like McCain Palin or Hillrod wouldn’t have beat this like a baby seal.
I’ve been aware of them for nearly a year and rightly assumed they were a brand of conspiracy theorists who’s inevitability was matched by inconsequence. Now, regrettably, it seems the media has afforded them some attention. Regrettable for a handful of reasons, the most important could be the silly but vulgar stain the movement visits on an already gore festooned Republican party.
Swinging for the fences.
So there’s a bill in the house, authored by a Republican and sponsored by ten other Republicans seeking to mandate Presidential candidates prove citizenship before being inaugurated. Redundant methinks. This bill will end up in someone’s ass long before it sees the floor.
It is raw, desperate and willfully ignorant racism. Stupid, unfounded, crazy eyed hate.
“The conservative talk show host Michael Medved recently referred to the movement’s leaders as “crazy, nutburger, demagogue, money-hungry, exploitative, irresponsible, filthy conservative imposters” who are “the worst enemy of the conservative movement.” “It makes us look weird. It makes us look crazy. It makes us look demented. It makes us look sick, troubled, and not suitable for civilized company,” he mourned.” -Politico
Interesting that journeyman nutbags have issue with these particular nutbags.
On the other hand, world class dipshit Alan Keyes called it, “the greatest crisis this nation has ever seen” and warned of “chaos, confusion and civil war.” -Politico
What concerns me here, and what may be the salient reason this whole thing is so unfortunate, is the insidious and desperate rage it lays bare. I’m compelled to draw some frightening but obvious parallels. I’m neither predicting nor endorsing what I’m about to say so excuse my caveat. It’s just that these kinds of shrill and intellectually bereft movements provide fertile ground for the gun loving, God fearing wing nut, who sooner or later opts to take matters into his own hands. These people are around whether we like it or not. Often the best we can do is not stir them up.
By the way, if there was no religion and they couldn’t be addicted to God, maybe these people would come to worship the clarinet. In a few thousand years, the oboe. Eventually the saxophone. Sounds nice doesn’t it?
Guns don’t kill people, people do.
Unless there’s an accident.
Give them a really dumb reason and they morph from plain nuts to domestic terrorist in a week or two of 24 hour news cycles. Trouble with a capital T and that rhymes with P which stands for personality disorder at the very least. Already angry and just waiting for a reason. Probably off the meds because of no supervision or no money.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
I’m watching Liz Cheney and The Ragin Cajun, James Carville, go at it on Larry King. Tonight’s topic comes up and I’ll bet Liz is about to stick her foot in her mouth. Let’s watch! She’s all supercilious as she says ‘one of the reasons people are so concerned, is they are uncomfortable with having for the first time ever, a President who’s so reluctant to defend us overseas……….fundamentally uncomfortable with a President who seems to be afraid to defend America.’ -Larry King Live
What the fuck? Are you kidding me? Instead of calling it what it is, retarded and paranoid, she chooses to offer rationale. A rationale of fear for our national security. Pathetic. The GOP insists on puking down it’s frilly conservative blouse. Cut to the sins of the father.
Please let this ridiculously stupid cunt run for office. Please. She could honor tradition and be Palin’s running mate. Oh my stars the grandiose buffoonery. Palin McCain. I’m so on board.
Given that I’m a bleeding heart, progressive goddamn liberal, I have real reservations about our role in Afghanistan. The escalation and troop infusions. Military might can’t ever be long term infrastructure and anchor for a foreign people’s societal and political constructs in their own land. We are perfectly capable of kicking their asses but what then? Iraq again with darker facets of Vietnam.
Afghanistan is a far bigger and more lethal power vacuum than was Iraq. Iraq was stable. This, the part of the equation Dumbya’s sock puppets ignored. This, the part of this equation no one is really talking about now. In fact, no one seems to be talking about that war very much at all. You know we’re losing lives over there. You know we’re mowing them down.
It is a movie far worse than you can imagine. Just watching the movie would change you forever.
These “birthers” do us all a bad service for polluting the national dialog with their baseless and recklessly incendiary crap. Swift Boaters still wearing paper masks of patriotism. Traitors. I wonder what would happen if we tried them. Bet we’d figure out they’re breathtakingly despisable.
Drinks for my friends.
The dipshits are pissed at Wanda Sykes for skewering Limbaugh by hoping his kidneys fail and referencing his drug abuse and calling the Human Shitsmear of all things, a terrorist. The 20th hijacker on 911 even.
That shit’s funny. It’s funny because I don’t take her seriously. No more serious than I take a jackass like Rush Limbaugh. It was about her vicious and inspired disgust with a lying, manipulative, hypocirtical, blowhard entertainer who “entertains” by scaring the great unwashed and giving the GOP bots and hardliners talking points as well as someone to worship.
Not funny, as he’s a disingenuous dickhead. His comfort level with lying is astounding. His composure while doing his level fucking best to support the plutocracy is chilling. I’m impressed. And he’s a goddamn racist. Preeminent ludicrous douchebag spokeshole for the entire graying elaphantine party it seems.
It’s funny, the sheer volume of their lather over this White House Press Dinner as opposed to the one Stephen Colbert did a few years back. Dumbya walked out of that one with cracked ribs, a punctured lung and a broken facade. Colbert was astounding, wielding sack and fruit of steel and various other alloys in a hall full of crazy neocons, crooks, brass, sychophants, sociopaths, serial murderers and the press.
He rocked out with his cock out.
Know what’s not funny? Everything I just said about Rush Limbaugh could be said about Dick Cheney. Plug him into the last four paragraphs. It all still applies. It’s like shifting from third to fourth on a wide empty road.
Know what’s funny? Obama said Cheney was absent due to writing his memoir “How to shoot friends and interrogate people.” -Huffingtonpost
What goes up must come down. What’s not funny, is the embarrassing desperation of almost the entire GOP. The trinity. The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Congress, rednecks and the true American elite. The super rich. The one percent that owns fifty percent of everything. I won’t pretend we don’t have archangels in their architecture, but today’s GOP is odious and insipid.
What they’ve become is my latest favorite expletive, ‘assclowns’.
Maybe it’s some sort of supersecret conservative caper? Some retarded idea of martyrdom, where the perceived leaders of the cause make complete asses of themselves instead of suicide or assassination. They annoy and bewilder everyday with rhetoric that implodes on the pad. They seem hellbent for less than leather. An inch from a legacy that will conclude them to be doddering, greedy and malicious fools.
At this point I could be talking about either Limbaugh or Cheney and that’s somehow not funny.
All the assclowns talked about Obama’s choice in mustard for two fucking days.
The Inspector General’s report from ’05 states:
“Medical personnel at the detention facility protested the use of the waterboard in that form, stressing that “there was no a prior reason to believe that applying the waterboard with the frequency and intensity with which it was used by the psychologist/interrogators was either efficacious or medically safe.”
Dick has been lying his ass off to you for over eight years. Darth Cheney is a sociopath and he thinks you’re stupid.
All the Republicans have left is a horse named National Security to beat and abuse. They’re so goddamn dumb they have no clue what that word means to most of America and the new administration in 2009.
National Security under the Obama administration is a much broader precept. These guys are smart and focused on all things threatening. From climate change, to pandemics, natural disasters, man made disasters, adversaries and allies. It seems we now have frontal lobes. That’s kind of exciting.
Read about it in the latest Rolling Stone.
Know what’s cool? The Space Shuttle rocked off the planet today to make the Hubble Space Telescope about a hundred times better at being a telescope. This, is going to be great. Scientists are cool motherfuckers.
Drinks for my friends.
Oil and pot. One syllable, three letters each. What’s the only difference? One’s legal and one’s not. People die, get kidnapped and beheaded at the behest of both. A simple product. A commodity. The bad people get rich either way. The terrorists are just as sexy.
Among the most dangerous and foolish of games.
The prison industrial complex. Mexican warlords. Where the money goes has not changed since Nixon. The only significant change has been the amount of money. Can you say exponential? The gleaming city is underwater. The levees have failed. The cash overflows. America’s Drug War is the second or third stupidest thing we’ve ever done. After slavery, Viet Nam and Iraq.
It may be the second or third most expensive.
Then there was The Pet Rock, The Osmonds and Spam as meat.
Lives lost and innocent imprisoned in numbers staggering and shameful. Pigs at the trough, persecuting, prosecuting and killing their own while they horde the filthy lucre. You want terrorism? It’s on your southern border and it’s blowing the fuck up. Terror not mutually exclusive with the North American continent anymore.
It’s state sponsored, by your state, by the US of A. As we speak, it spills over. Civilians slaughtered. Juarez, Tijuana, El Paso and San Diego. Every American city bends and groans under the weight of our archaic policies and a draconian incarceration non-solution.
Enforce, enforce, enforce.
We learned in the thirties that prohibition is wrongheaded and the furthest thing from efficacious mankind could possibly muster. Stupid then, stupid now. It gave rise to a brand of crime we came to call ‘organized’. I wonder why we called it that. Seems kinda non-nefarious. A non sequitur. What it is today, is bad news. Organized crime like this, is American made. Homegrown like Jazz and The Blues. Just like a gorgeous and unique art form, we are worldwide with the violence and the ignorance.
I worry about my parents. They winter in Yuma. They have the world’s best insurance but they still cross the border to save money on a few things.
This is where we are. This is what we’ve allowed to happen. It’s sick. The War On Drugs and The War On Healthcare. The conversation with my mother will be about their safety on the border, because of The War On Drugs and The War On Healthcare. Because they could be killed on a lazy Sunday.
This is bullshit. We need to shut this nonsense down. We reap what we have sown. Did you know Reagan dealt drugs? He also dealt arms to folks we’d all decided as a country we couldn’t do business with because they were brown and kinda socialist. Or was it the other way around? I forget.
Even in my world the clouds part.
Then there’s Our Man’s choice for Drug Czar (head of the ONDCP), Seattle Police Chief Gil Kerlikowske. I don’t know much about this guy yet but he looks to be pretty progressive. Alternet calls him “a relatively enlightened cop.” Seattle is goddamn liberal. They’ve lowered marijuana as an enforcement priority and have needle exchange.
Maybe there’s potential.
United States Attorney General Eric Holder has confirmed he will not be pursuing DEA raids on medical marijuana clinics. A policy shift that’s precisely 180 degrees out from the previous administration. It’s a waste of time and money and it foments distrust and fear. Smart move. Makes me smile.
Pretty big deal the aggregate of these issues alone. The departure they represent, despite them not being secondary or even tertiary to the electorate these days, it’s awesome. Forgive me but it is. It reveals a compassion and pragmatism people won’t recognize because it’s been so long since they’ve seen it.
Trust me, this is big.
My sincere hope is that it’s harbinger of things to come.
It he tells us he’s closing Gitmo, ending torture and the war in Iraq. Gonna wind down the defense budget a little, spend lots on infrastructure, healthcare and education. He seems to understand this is a long term deal. This is not your father’s President. His short game looks good too. Aggressive and decisive. Perhaps we should do something to revive the patient as opposed to speculating ad nauseum over what will be it’s demise.
If we could just stop spending money to kill people or be able to kill them better in the future. Not forever. Maybe for a few years. You know, a three year moratorium would just about get us out of this mess. It could work pretty well in the short term.
End the drug war, stop killing folks. Stop putting them in jail. Let the masses self medicate and get off your asses and allow America to cultivate hemp. Oil, nutrition and textiles in a crop requiring no pesticides that can be turned around every twelve to sixteen weeks. It’s illegal because it scared the shit out of Hearst (paper) and Rockefeller (oil) back in the thirties.
Good green bud has Pfizer horrified and vomiting.
Life is not a game and we’re not necessarily here to compete all the time. But when people succumb, when they become overly cynical and bitter. They have lost. They are losers on the human stage. They may succeed in some ways, but when they lose in important ways, nobody gives a damn.
Drinks for my friends.