Nobody wants to believe it, of course; but more and more people are questioning the accepted explanation of the events of 9/11/01. No one wants to stare that horror in its hideous face.
I sure don't.
But something is leading me to that precipice and forcing me to look down into that hellish pit. Could it be the growing numbers of questioners? Could it be the ever-increasing credibility and impeccability of their credentials?
I don't want to know about this. I'm cynical enough to believe it.
I know how most folks feel about this particular theory -- it's irresponsible and disgusting.
But what if . . .
See what YOU think: http://www.ae911truth.org/
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Kucinich drops out
Here's a line -- more or less -- from I think it was one of those old Death Wish flicks. I can kinda see it coming out of Bronson's mouth:
It's like killin' roaches. Ya gotta kill 'em all; or what's the use?
No surprise, folks. This has been going on one way or another as long as we have. Even the American Revolution was a business deal gone sour.
Every now and then it appears that something might just come along and change it for the better. Ho ho. Think again, Bozo!
Maybe when the bills finally come irrevocably due . . .
It's like killin' roaches. Ya gotta kill 'em all; or what's the use?
No surprise, folks. This has been going on one way or another as long as we have. Even the American Revolution was a business deal gone sour.
Every now and then it appears that something might just come along and change it for the better. Ho ho. Think again, Bozo!
Maybe when the bills finally come irrevocably due . . .
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Music
If guitar-players are a dime a dozen; old fogey guitar-players are a dime a gross. One of our greatest problems, of course, is that we land in a genre or two fenced in by our memories of other times. And we get stuck there . . .
Well, some of us.
That's when some of us might be lucky enough to have a younger friend who inspires us to venture into territory a little closer to modern times.
And be glad we did.
I have at least two such friends: Ed and Wendell. Check out a few of Ed's YouTube music videos and you'll see what I mean.
http://zzazazz.blogspot.com/
Well, some of us.
That's when some of us might be lucky enough to have a younger friend who inspires us to venture into territory a little closer to modern times.
And be glad we did.
I have at least two such friends: Ed and Wendell. Check out a few of Ed's YouTube music videos and you'll see what I mean.
http://zzazazz.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Excuse me?
What I've been hearing lately is that the economy has become a bigger issue with voters than the war. Come again? THE WAR IS AN INTEGRAL PART OF, AND THE MOST RUINOUS FACTOR IN, OUR SORRY EXCUSE FOR AN ECONOMY!
For God's sake, people, wake the hell UP!
For God's sake, people, wake the hell UP!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
War changes people
It's a source of wonder. See the homeless shelters, the grates, the benches and those cozy areas under bridges filling up with a new generation of veterans, people whose lives, relationships and minds have been fatally raped by war. They have to share these spaces, of course, with far too many victims of the last war -- that previous adventure in imperialism, that last idiotic attempt to shove "democracy" down somebody's throat.
What to do, what to do? How . . . why?
Big puzzle, right? Just sigh and call it the inevitable dues of modern life. Do what you can to try to absolve yourself of guilt.
Continue to pay CEOs salaries and benefits hundreds of times more than their employees make or thousands of times more than they are worth, and continue to give tax breaks to people who neither deserve nor need them.
Just go on along your merry sorry-ass American way . . . idly wondering why, among a host of other things, more can't be done for those poor, crazy-ass, suicidal, homeless veterans.
What to do, what to do? How . . . why?
Big puzzle, right? Just sigh and call it the inevitable dues of modern life. Do what you can to try to absolve yourself of guilt.
Continue to pay CEOs salaries and benefits hundreds of times more than their employees make or thousands of times more than they are worth, and continue to give tax breaks to people who neither deserve nor need them.
Just go on along your merry sorry-ass American way . . . idly wondering why, among a host of other things, more can't be done for those poor, crazy-ass, suicidal, homeless veterans.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Ghosts and Flapjacked Graves
T'was with a vague sense of unease
I walked surrounded by what seemed
Eddies of unrest
Where once peace had been
Exposed upon the air
Like an image captured on film.
A half-heard, half-felt murmur -- a tremor
From deep below my wavering footsteps
Accompanied a brief bright moment
That cleared the mist and cobwebs
So familiar a sight
Along my inner path.
A man in a white suit and shoestring tie
Approached me purposefully,
Apparently on some somewhat urgent mission --
Which, of course, distressed me;
For I presumed I could be
Of little help, if any.
As he drew near, his bushy mustache
Drooped curtain mid-rise over scowling lips,
I recognized him.
My hero, Mark Twain.
Sam . . . Mr. Clemens, I stammered.
You must help me, he said.
How can I possibly help you? You are,
After all, long dead. Why, in fact and pray tell,
Rest you not?
Who could rest? he said.
Do you not feel the rumble?
Hear you not the roar?
Did you think it merely a tectonic shift of some sort?
Well, it isn't. It's the tossing and turning of men in their graves:
Men dead long before I died,
Men who built this country, men who wrote your Constitution,
Men who are awakened outraged and overwhelmed with grief
By some fool who would rewrite that Constitution
In the King James Version
Or more or less, or worse.
Now their clamor, their gnashing, their roar and growl
Have stirred me from my long sleeping voyage,
Rocking my raft to a most distressing degree.
It is enough, I tell you, to cause a famously honest man
To lose his celebrated sense of humor.
And as if
That were not
More than enough,
They tell me that
They call that fool "Huck."
I walked surrounded by what seemed
Eddies of unrest
Where once peace had been
Exposed upon the air
Like an image captured on film.
A half-heard, half-felt murmur -- a tremor
From deep below my wavering footsteps
Accompanied a brief bright moment
That cleared the mist and cobwebs
So familiar a sight
Along my inner path.
A man in a white suit and shoestring tie
Approached me purposefully,
Apparently on some somewhat urgent mission --
Which, of course, distressed me;
For I presumed I could be
Of little help, if any.
As he drew near, his bushy mustache
Drooped curtain mid-rise over scowling lips,
I recognized him.
My hero, Mark Twain.
Sam . . . Mr. Clemens, I stammered.
You must help me, he said.
How can I possibly help you? You are,
After all, long dead. Why, in fact and pray tell,
Rest you not?
Who could rest? he said.
Do you not feel the rumble?
Hear you not the roar?
Did you think it merely a tectonic shift of some sort?
Well, it isn't. It's the tossing and turning of men in their graves:
Men dead long before I died,
Men who built this country, men who wrote your Constitution,
Men who are awakened outraged and overwhelmed with grief
By some fool who would rewrite that Constitution
In the King James Version
Or more or less, or worse.
Now their clamor, their gnashing, their roar and growl
Have stirred me from my long sleeping voyage,
Rocking my raft to a most distressing degree.
It is enough, I tell you, to cause a famously honest man
To lose his celebrated sense of humor.
And as if
That were not
More than enough,
They tell me that
They call that fool "Huck."
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Musical roots
About 40 years ago this happened the first time. It hasn't changed much; but then it's timeless.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvT_f_lVyNQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvT_f_lVyNQ
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
No, no, it isn't that they don't care . . .
As I more or less predicted, the Kucinich vs NBC decision was quickly overturned. That pissed a lot of good Americans off. I'm glad. I hope it pissed enough of them off to make a difference in this morbid joke of a presidential election.
It probably won't.
A lot of those pissed-off people are saying, "Oh well, same old same old . . . another boring choice of the lesser of two evils. The media should be fairer and not force these clowns upon us and suppress the people who would do us the most good -- but they don't care."
There's your big mistake, folks. They most definitely do care.
Think about it: non-profit health care works against the interests of big pharma and insurance parasites, the pursuit of diplomacy and peace robs arms makers and private armies, fiscal responsibility impoverishes the rich and other social leeches. These are the people who own the American media. Damn right, they care! It's a matter of life or death for them.
It is "us," apparently, who don't care. "We" are the ones who aren't doing anything about it.
Am I pissed off?
You bet!
Who cares?
It probably won't.
A lot of those pissed-off people are saying, "Oh well, same old same old . . . another boring choice of the lesser of two evils. The media should be fairer and not force these clowns upon us and suppress the people who would do us the most good -- but they don't care."
There's your big mistake, folks. They most definitely do care.
Think about it: non-profit health care works against the interests of big pharma and insurance parasites, the pursuit of diplomacy and peace robs arms makers and private armies, fiscal responsibility impoverishes the rich and other social leeches. These are the people who own the American media. Damn right, they care! It's a matter of life or death for them.
It is "us," apparently, who don't care. "We" are the ones who aren't doing anything about it.
Am I pissed off?
You bet!
Who cares?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Temporary setback for the Nazis
"A judge in Nevada has just ordered MSNBC to include Rep. Dennis Kucinich in Tuesday's Democratic Party presidential debate in Las Vegas or he will cancel the forum.
Senior Clark County District Court Judge Charles Thompson vowed to issue an injunction halting the nationally televised debate if MSNBC failed to comply. Kucinich had filed a lawsuit seeking to be included just this morning.
The judge ruled it was a matter of fairness and Nevada voters would benefit from hearing from more than just Hillary Clinton, John Edwards and Barack Obama. Kucinich had been invited to participate in the 6 p.m. Pacific debate Tuesday, but that invitation was rescinded last week ... So set up a fourth podium."
Andrew Malcolm, correspondent - The Los Angeles Times
Well, now let’s see how much money the bastards will spend on appeals. Unfortunately, they can outspend Dennis and put him completely out of business. That’s when the uprising is called for. But, of course, the uprising's a dream, too: nothing must disturb America’s sleepwalk into fascist corporatism.
Senior Clark County District Court Judge Charles Thompson vowed to issue an injunction halting the nationally televised debate if MSNBC failed to comply. Kucinich had filed a lawsuit seeking to be included just this morning.
The judge ruled it was a matter of fairness and Nevada voters would benefit from hearing from more than just Hillary Clinton, John Edwards and Barack Obama. Kucinich had been invited to participate in the 6 p.m. Pacific debate Tuesday, but that invitation was rescinded last week ... So set up a fourth podium."
Andrew Malcolm, correspondent - The Los Angeles Times
Well, now let’s see how much money the bastards will spend on appeals. Unfortunately, they can outspend Dennis and put him completely out of business. That’s when the uprising is called for. But, of course, the uprising's a dream, too: nothing must disturb America’s sleepwalk into fascist corporatism.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Conspiracies, conspiracies
Was the New Hampshire vote tampered with? Paul and Kucinich have both been informed by the state that they'd have to pay for an investigation.
The collapse of the twin towers was a classic example of deliberate demolition -- you can see the charges going off in the videos of the event.
How could that airliner circle the Pentagon slowly and then seemingly pick its spot to crash (carefully avoiding Mr Rumsfield's office) without being blown out of the sky by anti-aircraft batteries or jet fighters?
How in God's name did George W Bush become President of the United States?
Conspiracies here, there, under the bed, in the closet, everywhere . . .
Idiocy? Unpatriotic and destructive fallacy?
I'm gonna tell you right now: I don't put anything -- I mean ANYTHING -- past these bastards.
It is time for a benevolent inquisition . . . a revolution and a reckoning. Find the truth, no matter what it is.
The collapse of the twin towers was a classic example of deliberate demolition -- you can see the charges going off in the videos of the event.
How could that airliner circle the Pentagon slowly and then seemingly pick its spot to crash (carefully avoiding Mr Rumsfield's office) without being blown out of the sky by anti-aircraft batteries or jet fighters?
How in God's name did George W Bush become President of the United States?
Conspiracies here, there, under the bed, in the closet, everywhere . . .
Idiocy? Unpatriotic and destructive fallacy?
I'm gonna tell you right now: I don't put anything -- I mean ANYTHING -- past these bastards.
It is time for a benevolent inquisition . . . a revolution and a reckoning. Find the truth, no matter what it is.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Another year of slumber?
I tuned in to kucinichtv.com to attend the only new year's eve party that was happening as far as I was concerned. Like any political event in America, it had its modicum of hokiness, and Dennis wins no prizes in stage presence. There was, of course, no big frikkin' balls dropping and -- thank all that's holy -- no commercials. I suppose that's why the streaming sucked so badly, certainly enough to drive anyone not fully committed to the cause away -- and those who are, totally afroth with frustration and ire. That's what happens when you're not given a chance by America's big-money, totally bought, totally corrupt media.
Too bad. It was a great show -- and unless somebody like Dylan or Clapton or Springfield or Neil Young was playing on some tv channel somewhere, it was the best performance of the night on any small screen.
Even the lousy streaming couldn't completely destroy the music. The poetry, too, was great, and the political talk was limited and, as usual, straight from the heart. And, as usual, Elizabeth was beautiful in every sense.
The day before, I talked with three visiting members of the family who had literally never heard of Dennis Kucinich. A short time before that, two others visiting for Christmas had no knowledge of him. All these people read American newspapers. I don't.
Here is a man who reflects the closest issues to the American heart -- a man with definite plans to address this nation's biggest problems. A man who would save the Constitution from the wanton destruction it now faces. No true American could look into his or her heart and not support -- hell, elect, Dennis Kucinich!
Why aren't you more familiar with him? Because he isn't in anyone's pocket. He doesn't have all that wealth, all that money big business pours into the coffers of politicians who will subsequently owe it all back them and thus keep them big and powerful.
Too bad. It was a great show -- and unless somebody like Dylan or Clapton or Springfield or Neil Young was playing on some tv channel somewhere, it was the best performance of the night on any small screen.
Even the lousy streaming couldn't completely destroy the music. The poetry, too, was great, and the political talk was limited and, as usual, straight from the heart. And, as usual, Elizabeth was beautiful in every sense.
The day before, I talked with three visiting members of the family who had literally never heard of Dennis Kucinich. A short time before that, two others visiting for Christmas had no knowledge of him. All these people read American newspapers. I don't.
Here is a man who reflects the closest issues to the American heart -- a man with definite plans to address this nation's biggest problems. A man who would save the Constitution from the wanton destruction it now faces. No true American could look into his or her heart and not support -- hell, elect, Dennis Kucinich!
Why aren't you more familiar with him? Because he isn't in anyone's pocket. He doesn't have all that wealth, all that money big business pours into the coffers of politicians who will subsequently owe it all back them and thus keep them big and powerful.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Blonde Faith
That golden Celtic princess
Of a sun that will not fade
No matter how much the orbit
Falters and degrades
Shrugging me further
Out into space than I ever meant to be
Astride my tired dispirited nag
Who still dreams himself
Some bygone steed he never really was
As I dream of emerald green seas
In which I never really bathed
But out here there is that oft-rumored
Freedom
I dimly suppose
Of a sun that will not fade
No matter how much the orbit
Falters and degrades
Shrugging me further
Out into space than I ever meant to be
Astride my tired dispirited nag
Who still dreams himself
Some bygone steed he never really was
As I dream of emerald green seas
In which I never really bathed
But out here there is that oft-rumored
Freedom
I dimly suppose
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