Saturday, September 11, 2004

On First Looking Into Blogdom's Gomer's   Why do the good guys, the concerned intelligentsia,  waste so much time attempting to instruct the latest nitpicking tortfessers of Commentary who hang the bar sinister of their agitator's Shields in illegal surveillance  over the last estate of proletarian free press ?  These jivejohns and their tiresome doppelganger(s) who infest the circuit of liberal blogs appear to be working for a living.  Shilling for the Man. Les enfants in potty training by Big Brother and the Holding Company.  Abecedarian apparatchiks of the Feudalists.  Dull es wannabes.  Prime examples of why the  annual billions of "black budget, black hole" dollars in military intelligence spending need to be tugged toward light of day.  The FBI at least sends some of its suckling babes and journeymen inepts out to the local coffee houses in the flesh.   And to you "patriots" of the intel brotherhood, here's a request from John Q. Citizen -- get off your duffs, go learn Farsi, Telugu,or Bhojpuri, etc. Spend more time reading foreign connivance and less time interjecting your puerile contrivance into the ordinary English exercises of freedom guaranteed to your countrymen by that Constitutional document you agreed to uphold when you first signed up.  Stop trolling for the ineffectual intellectual.  Get a job. 4:24:38 PM    comment []

Zell  Miller, Home Fries, and Georgia Apartheid, Shrink-Wrapped   Who heard Zel give 'em Hell at the RNC?   Bo did.  And unlike those pundits of Progressive Radio [ Air America ]  who condemn the zealotry of Zell, unlike those who excuse Zell for possibly being in the throes of familial Alzheimer's, unlike those who stand in loco Johannis K. to decry Soilin' Senator Zell's lack of Senatorial comity—his failure to adhere to the unspoken decorum of the Old Boyz Club, unlike those,  Bo wishes to congratulate Zell on a stunning performance.    For not in Bo's lifetime has he heard an orator bring a large crowd not just to its feet but to such a solid undulant roar of insanity,  to such a well tuned  borborygmus of hatred , to such self pitying and yet threatening grumble from their low dark chakras, to such a horrific augury of true mass destruction staggering up from the timpanic bowels of "the least erected Spirit that fell",  to such a pack-ugly snarl of hyenas over the warm and twitching carcass of a baby wildebeeste, to such a blessed moment of Repugnican mumbo jumbo, their Pandemonium in eldritch timbre of death lust,  to such a tipping point of mobocracy—viicide their fondest object,  to such a jack-yammering after the gotterdamerung which Zell roused out of his RNC crowd.   Congratulations, Zell.  Give 'em Hell, Zell.  Give 'em hell's bells, Zell.  If your bestest good ol' Baal can't evoke some Hell, what good has come of your 72 years' pursuit of the arts of deception?  No, congratulations.  For never has any changeling son of the antebellum South ever so succinctly put  proof to Bo's belief that people do not change.   Apartheid it was, apartheid it shall be under the Spell du Zell.  Bo would hardly have batted an eye if the ghost of a young and unrepentant Leni Riefenstahl had executed a glissade across that stage in Wagnerian breastplate and flaming battledress to award the Senator manque his bouquet of black roses.  Well done, Zell.    For not in Bo's lifetime, not since the last incarnation of Moloch in Nuremburg, 1936, has the world witnessed such a spectacle—a master devil intussicating the bunched souls of former humans well on their way to wreaking the next Shoah.  Nor could any better proof be demonstrated of numerous conclusions heretofore evinced in La Lanterne :   -        Is not the so-called Democratic Party packed with the Irredenta composed  not just of Repugnican fifth columnists, but with the evilest denigrators of the progressive spirit, emerging at last from their spider holes to rally their Cadmean army of spooks in the rear of the populist advance.  Turn vanguard, turn and face your whilom "allies", the Dumbocrats and vampire Dixiecrats, the Pachydonks and slimy Nawops masquerading as support troops within your tracks.  The time has come for a litmus test of native spirit, a "scrapegoat's gate" that sifts out the frauds.   The time has come moreover to deconstruct in a flash the blasted hulk of Roosevelt's Party.  Don't even bother to extirpate the legion of Millerites.   Form up under a new name as the actual party of the Center.  When?  No time like the present!  But certainly come the second week of November.  And this time, set some standards of membership, work up some shibboleth that serves to sunder the unworthy, the Millermen and Liebermen, the servants of racism and all fundamentalisms, the silent auctioneers of militarism, feudalism and plutocracy uber alles, the walkin' talkin' WMD who have so long insinuated their hissing tongues and longish cranks into the vulnerable seams of the "Democrat" Party.   Is it any wonder that the Party of Veepster Henry A. Wallace has fallen into decline after nurturing at its breast such vicious turncoats as Miller, and worse, those who have not yet turned themselves out?   J. Edgar Hoover had the right concept in his paranoia about Chinese Communist infiltrators,  The Masters of Deceit, but he got the species of parasite wrong.  Think instead, oh fairest of Repug Girlie Men, of cadres of fascist Repugs colonizing the tenderloin of the DLC.   Think of Red inserted into Blue, as once you imagined yellow into the green—   THE  YELLOW  PERIL A poem written while experiencing a migraine attack at Echo Lake, Colorado on 9-13-86, and  viewing the aspen turn.   Driving up Squaw Pass Road from Bergen Park                                             On  spackle and the gloss of fresh tarmac That feints and feels its way through ranks of pine, We crest near Eagle’s Aerie and go giddy With looking down.  We become tubular bells Stunned by the hammering strokes of deceit, Our very voices wrung from our throats By the caffeine of color, of copper.   Slopes full of sleepers expose themselves As deep plants, while those upright guardians Of the green way, those patriotic firs, Point long fingers as if at chimeras Of their xanthic phobia, come to flesh.   Nor do they fail to gape tartars, aspens Not yet yellowed, fifth columnists of lime Whispering treason in pale litotes, Slipping quick hints to we the polarized, Chords of spring rubato to our eyes. Copyright 2003    -        Are not the Repugnicans, and indeed the body politic experiencing a mass psychosis?   Where are those legions of pampered shrinks quivering within their bankamerica-pyramid schemes of unearned preferment, the lot of them whose secular duties ought cause them to identify and raise larums against Miller's Complex, against the Fundy high tide of insanity drowning this nation, no matter the kidney of their practice?   Where are the priests unhived from their sacristies and fornicatoria to condemn the pure mortal sin of  disciplined block voting by Repugnicans who have leant thereby their honor [ and soon their precious fortunes as well, Bo predicts ] to the current Black Sabbath of the GOP?  Where are the so-called journalists whose job it once was to segregate fact and sense from error and deadly nonsense?   Where are the teachers at every level, whose chosen profession of missionary to the unschooled heathens demands of them the sacrifice of public truthing?  Where are the executives of business who feel some reality with the exquisite sensitivity learned by capturing wee increment of markets?  Who feel their leashchains of excessive privilege to act under aegis of corporate shield law now  beginning to garrote themselves under the yank of Millerism?    -        Have not Repugnicans become the destroyer of worlds?  In Millermania, one sees their complete trashing of the Constitution.  And from that victory, Bo suggests, they will rise up shining to inflict their necrophilia upon the entire planet.  Lookout  Alderaanians, here comes Darth Miller and his RNC Death Star.  Some kind of mean old man.   -        Where are youth?   Why should a society tolerate its teens at all if they cannot even perform their singular traditional function of mocking the Zell out of ancient and evil fools?   You have a job to do, guys and girls.  Get cracking.     10:08:02 AM    comment []

Hear this NPR replay of Representative Henry Hyde  defending the war on Iraq as if it were a direct military response to the events of  9-11: http://www.npr.org/features/feature.php?wfId=3908764 http://www.npr.org/features/feature.php?wfId=3908764 - emailhttp://www.npr.org/features/feature.php?wfId=3908764 - email   House Bill Connects Sept. 11, Iraq   javascript:getMedia('ATC', '09-Sep-2004', '5', 'RM,WM');   javascript:getMedia('ATC', '09-Sep-2004', '5', 'RM,WM');All Things Considered audio   Sept. 9, 2004 The House of Representatives passes a resolution commemorating the victims of the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001. But before the overwhelming vote in favor, there was lively debate over a portion of the resolution linking the current war in Iraq to the terrorist attacks. Many members objected to that statement of cause and effect, arguing that the attacks were a pretext for an invasion that had other motivations. NPR's David Welna reports.     Bo finally gets it.  Veepheart Cheneypants and numerous other Repug officeholders continue to insist that the war on Iraq was a direct and necessary  result of the 9-11 terror.  Hyde has however ceased trying to describe the WHY of that illinkage, his omission a mere sophistry Bo had supposed, a natural retreat, since all the pre-war rationales have utterly collapsed and been shown conclusively to be deliberate lies.    But no, listen to Hyde, and hear the truth.    That truth is Hyde's insistence on the invasion of Iraq as the necessity of response to 9-11. The U.S.A demonized and attacked Iraq not because it had actual evidence of Sadaam's support of al Qaeda, the contrary in fact, and not to steal the Iraqi oil, though boys will be Texas boys, but out of necessity.  Not a necessity to deny the "enemy" land resources, for the money and terror troops came from Arabia.  Not a necessity to defeat a foreign military.  Not a necessity to interdict known plotters nor incipient plans of terror.  But a necessity nonetheless.  For the U.S. had an overwhelming need to reach out and punish some Ay-rabs beyond all measure, a need to make sure that rulers of all Islamic peoples, some billion of them, would have no doubt that affronting the U.S. in future ensures logarithmic payback and the destruction of their whole civilization.  Long suffering Iraq had the misfortune to become, once again, the scapegoat du jour, the proof of concept.      At first this sounds farfetched, too stupid for words, too evil even for neocon practitioners of Realpolitik, and almost but not quite beyond the puerile venom of the current Capo da tuti capi Bush. Then Bo looks at what the DOD, Paul Bremer and crew have done in Iraq in the last 18 months.  They committed every "error" possible, suffered every omission of duty necessary to destabilize, outrage, impoverish, and dehumanize much of the country's population.   Sure those worthies stole some 20 to 60 billions in passing.  But as far as is known at present, 19 billions appropriated by Congress for the reconstruction of Iraq remain uncontracted out, never mind completely unspent.  No Iraqis hired at any price to reconstruct, from among a country full of competent civil engineers, architects and contractors. At some point, historians must begin to ask, Was not this rampage, this razing, this misery compounded their full intent from the beginning?  And did they need any other rationalization than making Iraq into the utmost exemplar and whipping boy of American power?  And was there ever any real disagreement between Pentagon, Department of State, and Executive Branch over the rape of Iraq?   "Can't use the nukes, eh Rummy?  Well, no biggie, take a little longer, but good ol' Paul 'll put the kibosh on them sandniggers."  "If the right fist don't get ya then the left one will"  as the song says.    We get it now, Mr. Hyde.  The genteel Dr. Jekyll has left the room.  Mr. Hyde has spoken.  We get it.  Doh.   At first this sounds farfetched.  And then Bo realizes that the message which Mr. Hyde sends is the very same message which Muslims everywhere have got by heart:  Affront us not.  If you provoke the U.S., then the U.S. Southern Command, the U.S. Congress, the U.S. Executive Administrator will give you a larruping dose of the everlasting-never-getover.   The Iraqi population is sore beleaguered one and nearly all not merely because Sadaam crossed his CIA handlers, not merely because Iraq has oil, not merely because Iraq lies in physical proximity to Afghanistan and the terrorist states of the Arabian Peninsula, and not only due to the sheer incompetence of the Dubbicator and Crue, but because the U.S. needed a caboodle of  handy victims to bully up, needed a Carthage on which to salt the soil, needed a prayer-rugging Braggadocio to be flayed alive and hung in chains before the gates of the Muslim world.  Ah, the cooing of immemorial vengeance  in the branches of fig and olive.   And that is why one of the first things the "coalition" troops did was to guarantee the looting of the irreplaceable libraries and museums of the oldest recorded civilization.  Point made.  Point taken.  Not just your miserable lives and fortunes are in our sling, but your very name and history are forfeit.   Hyde of course can't put it in so many words, but his intent was clear.  This is the Repugnican story, and he is and they are, sticking to it.  "Listen up here, you raghead 'Ranians, you're next."  Everyone in the world understands what Hyde meant, what Japetto Dick and his Pinocchio Nosed Dub mean.  "Der Gotterdammerung of Der Dubyer upon ye, ye subhumans."   What everyone in the world except for the bamboozled stateside Repug ragabush also know of course is that the Muslim world, no stranger itself to mythologies of Armageddon, has responded to Mr. Hyde: "See you and raise ten, pass the tea please."      10:00:49 AM    comment []