Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
The other night I went to a lecture by Albie Sachs, former Constitutional Court Justice of South Africa. Humor and Law the general topic.
In 1988, Justice Sachs lost sight in one eye and his right arm mangled in a car bomb attack. He later survived as one of the authors of the Constitution of South Africa and spent 15 years on the Court. The talk was lighthearted and announced it would be cut short because he and others wanted to see Obama's State of the Union speech.
He began by relating waking up in dark place, voices explaining the extent of his injuries, his reaction of self-depreciating jokes and elation of surviving. He explained this feeling in a South African way upon being released from care to his two Comrades in the ANC, one enjoyed the description and bravery, the other maintained a long face. His son was burned in an earlier bomb attack.
One questioneer asked the Justice if anything could legally be considered too far beyond tastes. He told a joke of a Muslim man, by the beauty looking our his small window on a plane in flight, moved to prayer in Arabic and being joined by all the other passengers mumbling prayers, as well.
I sat in this hall with a man that helped bomb the Pentagon, according to his memoirs. His comrades blew themselves up in a Brownstone in New York. Who can remember the gentleman's name studying late in the UW Madison Math Library his fateful night? I bet Bill and Bern know.
… and we are devoting our precious time to O-Bomb-a who hasn't stop bombing Iraqis, Palestinian, Afgani, Pakistani, Yemenese, and anywhere and anyone else the Commander in Chief wants to bomb, even US soil and citizens.
The sacrifice of the innocents continues. I feel like getting bombed.
Aren't we all victims of bombings?
Anyone want to stop it? Soon?
March 18, 2010 - 7th Anniversary of Iraq Invasion - Federal Plaza - 5:30pm - March to Bughouse Sq down Michigan - 6:30pm
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Girls with anxious female teachers score worse in math, U. of C. report says***********
THE AMERICAN KISS
The French Kiss is all about sense and
The American Kiss is all about cents
America - the
land where we kiss rich men's asses!
Smack! smack! smack! ker-smack!
the Olympic GOLD medal
in kissed rich men's asses!
Kiss rich men's asses - it's
as we Americans do -
and we do it well
top leaders went to Asskiss
The Asskiss U cheer:
Ass! Kiss! Ass! Kiss! Ass! Kiss! Ass!
Kiss! Ass! Kiss! Ass! Kiss!...
-David Shove, Show Me the Money! zine Winter/Spring 2009
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
The corporation is a machine for making money, but it reduces men to the insignificance of mere numerical figures, as certainly as the private ranks of the regular army.
~ Fighting Bob La Follette, speech on the Dangers Threatening Representative Government, Mineral Point, Wisconsin, July 4, 1897
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I was ultimately forced to "escape" my job--only because of my reasonable attempts to defend myself against gross incompetence, then a vicious, stupid lie, and finally, apparently, an occult attack on my very life. The strain such an experience places on a marriage is deadly, and mine did not survive.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
“I miss my family,” reads a wall graffito captured in one of Agtmael’s photographs. “Please God forgive the lives I took and let my family be happy if I don’t go home again.”
Next to the plea someone had drawn an arrow toward the words and written in thick, black marker “Fag!!!”
He (Arthur Koestler, EWS) emphasizes that only human beings feel no compunction about killing members of their own species and, indeed, are capable of such obscenities as human sacrifice to appease some invented deity. It is loyalty to a king or to a cause or to a religion (quite often, all three) that motivates a man to leave his home and put on a uniform and endure months or years of self-sacrifice, boredom, hunger and deprivation. Soldiers, as Koestler points out, are rarely aggressive and certainly not territorial. They have subsumed their individuality in the group, the tribe, the cult. They follow orders. They kill, not out of conviction or aggression, but on command, out of loyalty to an authority figure and identity with the group.
Sinister Forces, A Grimoire of American Political Witchcraft Book Three: The Manson Secret TrineDay,2006
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
An outspoken critic of nuclear weapons, he told his interviewers, "The reason that I hate the atomic bomb is because of what it does to the dignity of human beings.
"I cannot understand why the world cannot understand the agony of the nuclear bombs," he added. "How can they keep developing these weapons?" In the film, which was screened at the United Nations, Yamaguchi recounts how he was stepping down from a tram around two miles from the hypocentre of the bomb that detonated above Hiroshima. He was temporarily blinded, lost the hearing in one ear and was badly burned on much of his upper body.
Upon his return to his engineering company in Nagasaki, Yamaguchi was recounting his experiences to his supervisor when the second bomb was dropped.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
PLAYBOY: The assumption behind the Administration's Silent Majority thesis is that most of the middle class is inherently conservative. How can even the most skillful organizational tactics unite them in support of your radical goals?
ALINSKY: Conservative? That's a crock of crap. Right now they're nowhere. But they can and will go either of two ways in the coming years -- to a native American fascism or toward radical social change. Right now they're frozen, festering in apathy, leading what Thoreau called "lives of quiet desperation:" They're oppressed by taxation and inflation, poisoned by pollution, terrorized by urban crime, frightened by the new youth culture, baffled by the computerized world around them. They've worked all their lives to get their own little house in the suburbs, their color TV, their two cars, and now the good life seems to have turned to ashes in their mouths. Their personal lives are generally unfulfilling, their jobs unsatisfying, they've succumbed to tranquilizers and pep pills, they drown their anxieties in alcohol, they feel trapped in longterm endurance marriages or escape into guilt-ridden divorces. They're losing their kids and they're losing their dreams. They're alienated, depersonalized, without any feeling of participation in the political process, and they feel rejected and hopeless. Their utopia of status and security has become a tacky-tacky suburb, their split-levels have sprouted prison bars and their disillusionment is becoming terminal.