FOUR

James Rector. Google him . . . and think Ronald Reagan, thank Ronald Reagan.

I'm really hoping Ronald Reagan is facing James Rector right now.

THREE

I remember General Electric Theater. It, like Friday Night Boxing, was one of those things I was required to watch in order to gain the privilege of seeing stuff I wanted to see, like Victory At Sea or Omnibus. Ronald Reagan was a bore. I could never understand what anyone saw in him. It didn't matter, really: I gave him little thought -- wrote him off as what I would later term a harmless buffoon.
I was wrong about the "harmless" part.

TWO

It's about time, folks, to realize, face the fact, that the sorry state in which we find ourselves has a cause and a very definite origin. Call it the Reagan Revolution. You know: that long-ago Morning in America. Not so much Reagan the man, however; but Reagan the idea, Reagan the symbol, Reagan the tool carried in the pocket of every man who owned him.
That steep oil-slicked slope down which all of us are sliding started with Reagan, the narrow-minded reality-deprived figurehead of the neocon slime that was even then festering deep within his administration and has now brought us to the limit of what the rest of the world can stomach of our imperial hubris and greed. That limit has resulted in increased blow-back from those we have senselessly offended most.
If all those justified and deserving of revenge against us were to suddenly have their way with us . . .
But that conflagration represents the bottom of that slope. We aren't there yet; though we're picking up speed on the slide.
On the way, we can watch with horrified fascination as other features of the Reagan legacy fulfill themselves. We can watch the Pentagon swell until it explodes, watch the national debt do whatever . . .
We can thrill with the horror of spending everything we have on useless wars. Then, long before we've quite spent it all, we'll start to syphon our own blood -- our welfare, our planet, our children -- until we, too, are gone.

And look who got the ball rolling. Didn't exactly start it -- just gave it a millennium's worth of a kick in the ass. The gods must be rolling in the aisles.

That's All, Folks!

All of his movies sucked. Every one of them, whether I saw them or not, for seeing one is seeing all. His speeches, his philosophy, his politics, his intellect, his life -- were all of similar quality.

He was a B movie

One

I first heard of the New Hess Hay most likely in a comic strip. The New Hess is a place -- a place very close to home (or the Homeland, if you prefer the modern revival of Nazi jargon). The New Hess government is a creation of the New Hess Constitution, etc . . .

I don't recall which comic strip it was. Indeed, it could well have been in an episode of the Rocky and Bullwinkle Show.
But it wasn't.

For one thing, it goes back a little further than Boris and Natasha. I've, in fact, narrowed it down to one of two Cold War comic strip sources: either Pogo or L'il Abner. In either case, it would be perfectly at home: a hick interpretation of how a Russian, European, or Asian might pronounce "USA." I strongly suspect Al Capp . . . from around the time that a fictional Asian power he created allowed its airlines to dlop slops (dump waste) over Dogpatch, USA. I think one of the pilots may have called us the New Hess.

The name has become a pretty snug fit over recent decades, has occurred to me many times as deserving of resurrection. What the hell -- it's more fitting now than it was when Stalin was reviewing all those endless military parades, and I was ducking and covering in the hallway, or in the cloakroom, or under my classroom desk.

I'm weird enough to just love the "Hess" part. Historic links and all, you know . . . all the more fitting. Savor the rich and heavy bass tones of pure fascism in New Hess Intelligence, New Hess Imperialism, New Hess racial policies . . .

Ever wonder how things got so royally fucked up? Or when? Both questions have the same answer.

Ronald Reagan.

Don't stop with Afghanistan

Let's just conquer the entire fucking world and be done with it. No need to be half-assed, after all. We've got all that money we've stolen from our own people to give to the blood-soaked vultures to make bigger and better weapons. Let's bloody fucking GO FOR IT.

Message to Obama

Get serious, Dude! How can you continually hear all the wrong voices, get all the wrong messages and make all the wrong decisions? Gawd, man!
You are making me crazy . . . batshit crazy!

Presidential appointments from Hell

Not that I don't trust anybody . . .

Given the blood already on US hands in the matter of Haiti,
Has it not occurred to you, too,
That recent Obama appointees
Big Daddy Clinton and his a-hole buddy
Gawge Dubya
Are in fact co-viceroys in that
Unhappy land?

If you don't buy that,
You just don't realize how convenient,
What a Pat Robertson godsend,
That earthquake really was.

Have a happy

Look at all we have to be grateful for! We are very close to passing health care reform that will make the insurance industry and Big Pharma even richer than they are right now, thanks so much to our two-faced, double-dealing President. Oh, but don't give him all the credit. Traitor Joe the Blivet Lieberman -- insurance agent extraordinaire -- also gets a big shitload of credit, too. So do the heroic fear-mongers -- the teabags and The Craziest Man on Fox and In The World.
But not as much credit as is due our sterling President.
Just consider the pure artistry: after promising to bring the workings of government out into the open, he makes secret deals with Lieberman's paymasters. After calling bankers Fat Cats -- too gentlemanly to call them what they really are (what real cats leave in the litter box) -- he grins and plays Let's Make a Deal with them.
Just the revelation that the surge in Afghanistan is really about India and Pakistan and is actually expected to involve our national and (even bigger) private armed forces for a decade or more is resounding proof of the man's honesty.
That's why I voted for him . . . isn't it?

Shutting down

Inconvenient silence

Well, yeah, it just about bugs the hell out of me. How can no one be looking into the questions that have gone unanswered for so long? How does it get to be so unfashionable and so unpatriotic to ask certain questions . . . questions that can not be avoided if we are to remain a free people.
Or perhaps I should say . . . were ever a free people.
Questions like: how did that 757 bank, turn, and dive, then skim mere feet above the lawn and enter a doorway at the Pentagon while simultaneously disappearing (literally disintegrating) -- with a guy at the stick who could barely fly a Cessna?
That’s just one. There are many, many more . . .
But don’t ask. It ain’t the American thing to do.
And think of the implications . . .
To which my reply is screw the implications. This isn’t about implications. It’s about truth and a deeper sense of real patriotism than we’ve seen in many a decade – long enough to become, apparently, numb.

In a nutshell

Matt Taibbi puts it as succinctly as it can be put: "Our government doesn’t exist to protect voters from interests, it exists to protect interests from voters."

"It's almost immoral, what they are doing."

"Almost" my ass, Nancy!
Ms. Pelosi was referring, of course, to the Insurance Mafia. Oh, no, my bad -- the Mafia didn't deserve that.
Thank them and Big Pharma for the shameful offense against all that is decent and human that continues -- and, it appears, will continue -- to call itself American health care.
When a vast majority want and deserve (at long last) freedom from the fear of death and misery and the poverty that results from the usual failed attempt to conquer death and misery, all for the sake of the comfort and greed of a select few scum who long ago lost the moral right to call themselves human, America can do nothing but compromise?
Compromise with greed?
Compromise with corruption?
Compromise with evil?
Call me Philip Nolan . . .

I want to live in America

Margie was sworn in Thursday, May 14. Lee Greenwood's propaganda commercial pap patriotic so-called music was featured just after the ceremony. The Department of Seig Heil Homeland Security hosted the show: a supremely long and horrible affair.
So my New Jersey-born Canadian wife has turned American.

Happy Holiday

Happy Holiday,
Karmafae!

Merry Christmas, all!

Chanuka, too!

Not to mention Kwanzaa,
Solstice and New Years Day!

Making a list, checking it twice

Joe who?

http://rogerhollander.wordpress.com/2008/12/06/10-democrats-who-should-go-away/

Yes

He did.

Congratulations, America. Nice re-boot . . .

Comes the Tick-tock Man for America

Forget the cyanide pie. There won't be time to bake it.
It is suddenly long past midnight. An illegal coup has been in effect as of October 1, so everything is on schedule -- their schedule.
Stop it. Arrest the traitorous bastards now. That is legal . . . and American.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XgkeTanCGI

We owe it all to Dr. Milton Friedman

The key to the American economy, in case you were wondering:

http://www.democracynow.org/2008/10/6/naomi_klein

email

For Susan:

baileywing1@carolina.rr.com

slbrownccc@carolina.rr.com (Margie)

Greetings

You can forget all about it for a little while up in Saugerties, where I finally touched the sacred wall of Big Pink.
Hello and get in touch, loveliest Susan and Shondra . . . please. We'll not be forgetting YOU.

Words fail me

http://www.alternet.org/blogs/peek/99433/

Your SS in action.