Funny, but this same thing happened to me once—only the gray-haired “gentleman” in question was Bea Arthur, and instead of smiling and waving and saying “Thank you,” the old bitch dropped a handful of change out of the window, then peeled off with such force that the sideview mirror from her Escalade nearly ripped the squeegee right out of my hand. If there’s such a thing as cosmic justice, I
In which I hold a brief and pointed political conversation with the ragged hole in the left knee of my Quicksilver blue jeans (follow-up)
Me: “…The way you just sit there all smug and critical. Tell me, what would you do to fight terrorism? Throw pies?” Hole: Me: “Fucking hole.”
Mother Nature as Bush Proxy? Hey, why not. He was, after all, on vacation, and so couldn’t really disperse his EVIL easily… (UPDATED)
With bodies still floating dead in the water, attempts to affix political blame for a natural disaster continue apace in the “progressive” world of “reality-based” politics, a land where tyrants are good, people who fight them are bad, and religion is only worthwhile when it can be used to bludgeon the religious. Firstly, and while the hurricane was ongoing, TalkLeft (along with the Swing State Project), attempted to blame Bush
“Heed My Cleverness!”—a short essay by Rick Sterling
UC Berkeley engineer and Bay Area activist Rick Sterling saw fit to drop one of his op-eds into my comments, presumably because—as a self-styled “activist”—he’s deluded himself into thinking his sentiments are so damn important that they simply must be shoehorned into the most inappropriate of venues. Why, it’s an instance of heroic cyber confrontation, is what it is!— it’s SPEAKING TRUTH TO POWER! So here it is, in all
Elegy
Sobek Pundit posts some pictures of New Orleans from better days. It’s a tribute to a city he loves—one he lived in up until 3 months ago—and offers a bit of a counter-balance to all the destruction we’re seeing now. Check it out. I never made it to New Orleans myself, though I always meant to (and almost did once, for a flag football tournament while in college; but I
This is NOT another Hurricane Katrina / devastation post
See? Didn’t even mention it.*
In which I hold a brief and pointed political conversation with the ragged hole in the left knee of my Quicksilver blue jeans
Me: “I bet you think we’re losing the war, don’t you?” Hole: Me: “Fucking hole.”
Insurmountable Arab Sectarianism Dooms Iraq Campaign to Utter Failure
Or not. From the Washington Post: U.S. warplanes backed Sunni Arab tribal fighters on Tuesday in what tribal leaders called an unprecedented Sunni-led offensive to drive out Abu Musab Zarqawi’s forces. Three days of ongoing fighting in towns near the Syrian border killed at least 61 people, at least 56 of them Tuesday, said Dr. Ali Rawi, emergency-room director at the hospital in the largest city near the fighting, Qaim,
Everyone Knows it’s CINDY!
Today’s CINDY! diary at Daily Kos offers further, heartwrenching evidence that Ms Sheehan is simply a grieving Mom who just wants to chat with the President: While George golfed yesterday, the worst hurricane ever struck New Orleans; oil went up to over 68.00/barrel; and an American soldier was killed in the charade and cataclysmic occupation of Iraq. The soldier’s family doesn’t even know what’s going to hit them yet. The
Grieving Mom Cindy Sheehan and 70s Kung-fu expert and counterculture icon Billy Jack discuss strategies for twenty-first century anti-war activism while ostensibly maintaining their commitments to fighting global terrorism, 3
“I didn’t mean for this to happen, Billy—for me to become the righteous Spark the universe chose to ignite the flame of Truth, you know? I mean, that I’ve become the Rosa Parks of the Peace Movement—me, a simple Mom who lost her son and wasn’t looking for any media attention—it’s just crazy! Not to mention a bit embarrassing, truth be told. In fact, I plan to talk at some
