The Karmic Debt Of Jerry Dean

Audrey Marcum is probably smiling somewhere, wherever that is, if she is aware of the results of the last Jackson County election for Jackson County Court Clerk, which her former boss, and accussed murderer, Jerry Dean, lost to his opponent, Donald “Duck” Morris, by a margin of nearly two to one.

The funny thing is, while Dean was in jail awaiting trial for the murder of Ms. Marcum- who he was accussed of gunning down in her garage after she, his former employee, had filed a sexual harrassment lawsuit against him – he felt obliged to yet run for re-elction to the post he had held for several terms, and in which he was a well like and respected public figure. Yet, even though he was acquitted of the murder, even taking the stand in his own defense, he lost his bid for re-election by a considerably smaller margin.

Then, the anguish and controversy was still fresh in the publics mind. This last time out, he was certain he would be redeemed, and an acquaintance remarked on camera, that people would forget about it eventually. I guess this theory was based on the cliche’ that Americans are a forgiving people, that voters have short memories.

But the voters memories in this case evidently weren’t that short, and they are not that forgiving. Yet, it was not probably so much the suspicous circumstances of the yet unsolved murder, or even the affair, as it is the crassness of this run for office so relatively soon. Especially seeing as how in court Dean was obliged to read a letter he had written to Ms. Marcum which laid out in no uncertain terms the facts of his interest in and sexual pursuits of her.

After all, Dean was running fo roffice in a county that voted overwhelmingly for George W. Bush, based to a large degree on the perception of a call for ethics and morality in public

If Dean expected anything other than this, I guess he got something I seriously doubt he was ever sucessful in getting from Audrey Marcum- fucked.

An Informed Decision

Well, I walked down to my little neighborhood elementary school and did my civic duty, by casting my ballot for the one and only race in which I, as a registered Democrat, was qualified to vote in, a primary election between two Democratic candidates for the office of U.S. House of Representatives from the Fifth District of Kentucky.

Who did I vote for? Hell if I know, it was the first time I had ever heard of either damn one of these guys, neiter one of whom has a snowballs chance in hell of defeating theRepublican incumbent, Harold “Hal” Rogers. Yes, that is the folksy way he is usually listed on ballots, I guess to make you realize he’s a regular guy kind of person.

You see, theFifth District is overwhelmingly Republican, thanks in large part to my county, which is three to one Republican over Democrat. So, why do people vote for this guy. Well, because he is a Republican , of course, and one whop over tecourse of time has come to wield enough power and influence that he has managed to bring home his share of federal money to the area. He is now Chairman of the House Appropriations Sub-committee, so he has some clout. So much so, that the Fifth District of Kentucky is soon to become a new bastion in the War on Terror. In fact, it has been described as, potentially, the next Oak Ridge, Tennessee.

Evidently,that means money for the training of first responders to chemical and biological weapons attacks. Well, so now he has something to show to answer for all the money that has been hidden, I mean, that has gone to a number of organizations and charities with which he has been connected. Only one of these organizations is Operation Unite, of which I have previously ranted as the group of anti-drug warriors that somehow managed to overlook the sleaze bag that used to live across the street from me and who burned down her house, according to rumor, in order to acquire insurance money to payoff a drug debt.

This of course is probably just another boondoggle of similar quality, and I see no promise in it, just another means to funnel money from the good congressman as a patronage gimmick, with the potential for kickbacks to be redirected his way. Of course, there is the possibility it could draw further interest and investment to the area, I will be open minded enough to assess the potential for that, and I will be on the lookout for it. But for now, I have to conclude it is probably just another gimmick from the man whose supporters thought he was of sufficient character to rename the old Daniel Boone Parkway “Hal Rogers Way”.

I still can’t recall the name of the man I voted for in the Democratic primary to run against Rogers in the fall, though he did win by about a four to one margin against his opponent, probably because most of those who voted for him did so for the same reason I did. His was the first name. But I will still vote for him the the general election. You don’t have to kill bears with your bare hands to get my vote. But you do have to be genuine. Otherwise, at least pass some of the pork my way. I’m hungry. Most people that get it are just fat, and greedy.

Weah, Hello

Most of the time you see an artists rendition of the mythical Gorgon Medusa, you are looking more into the soul of the artist than you are at a realistic depiction of the face of sheer terror. Way too often, the depiction is lacking in horror. In fact, the woman will seem plain, if not outright feminine, possibly even attractive, at times even beautiful. Perhaps her face will exude an aura of menace, of evil, but just as often she might seem sad, morose, angry, or even herself fearful-sometimes she might appear comic. In full figured representations you find yourself gazing on the form of a beautiful model, who merely happens to have the unfortunate characteristic of snakes growing out of her head where there should instead be hair. As many times as not, even this seems to add to her attractiveness.

Now, thanks to the Greek artist Oekaki, I am able to present to you what I have always wanted to see, an actual legitimately artistic representation of everything Medusa should be. Sheer, unadulterated terror.

After all, in myth, this entity was born when, after the castration of Uranus by his son Cronus, the latter flung the severed genitals of his father into the ocean, which resulted in several drops of blood splatterred upon the ground. One of these splatters of blood upon the earth formed the wild winged horse Pegasus. From the other, Medusa was born. Yet, in later myth, Medusa was depicted as one of three of the Gorgons, and was described as the mortal one of the three, due possibly to her symbolic birth from the soil of the earth.

I think it was the poet Robert Graves who postulated that the myth of the Medusa was probably based on the use of prophylactic masks in certain goddess cults of Mychaenaean times, specifically singling out the cults of Athene and Hera, who may have used these masks to ward off evil and to frighten away the intruders and curious. This is possible, but I have as yet been made aware of no archaeological or otherwise recorded discoveries that attest to the truth of this. Until such time, we have no way of knowing whether Medusa predated the Hellenic peoples of Classical Greece among the Mychaenaeans, or, for that matter, whether she was adapted from them. Nor can we be sure whether or not she was previously seen in the same manner as she came to be seen by the latter day Greeks with whom we are much more familiar.

Whatever the case, the terrible aspect and ideal of Medusa represents a work of genius of the ancient imagination. She is the face of mortals’ most dreaded fears. To look into her face is to be confronted with, and paralyzed by, all of those fears, all of those that are both personal to the observer, and are unconscous and racial to all mankind. All of those of which we are conscously aware, and at the same time those which reside in the darkest recesses of the unconscous mind.

After all, she was born from the act of castration, itself an innate fear of all men, and so fitting that she should be represented as a female figure, by a culture who itself seems to have taken an untrustworthy view of the feminine sex. Yet, in addition, every snake which protrudes from the Medusas’ head can rightfully be seen as potentially an individual fear, a fear of something-

Poverty, disease, guilt, pain, sufferring, death, loneliness, isolation, humiliation, betrayal-all of those things which have plaqued mankind and turned us all into a global village of neurotic idiots.

This, then, is the accurrate face of Medusa. Look well upon her visage, and thank the artist Oekaki for his vision, and perhaps also for having the kindness for not having her looking directly our way. That may have been too much for us. It may, in fact, have been too much for him. On the other hand, as FDR himself once said-

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself”. That, and maybe an angry woman with a sharp knife.

Sometimes It Just Don't Pay To Be A Bitch

Father John Robertson committed a crime which seems to have come straight from the pages of a Father Andrew Greeley novel. Using a sharp letter opener, he stabbed a nun multiple times, right inside the church, right at the altar, covering her with an altar cloth of some sort as he did so. The stab wounds, which he inflicted after strangling her into unconscous submission, formed the pattern which was reminiscent of the upside down cross. Additionally, he “annointed” her head with her own blood, an act which has ben theorized as being meant to add to the humiliation of the victim.

This was twenty years ago, and though Robinson was briefly investigated as the possible perpetrator, he was quickly absolved of the crime. He seemed to be unconcerned at the degree of suspicion that was cast his way. He performed the nuns funeral mass. After so long, the case was quickly forgotten.

Due to increased interest in solving formerly unsolved crimes due to advances in forensic technologies, the case was reopened, and this lead to Robinson apartment and offices being searched, which turned up the letter opener. As it turns out, the implement held a few trace, microscopic drops of blood, which contained enough of the nuns DNA to provide a positive match.

Robinson has now been found guilty of the crime, for which, unlike a good Andrew Greeley novel, there seems to be not much of a motive. Insofar as is currently known, the nun was a harsh taskmistress, a serious, no-nonsense disciplinarian who may have been something of a busybody. No word on whether there was the potential that she may have had knowledge of other unsavory activities her murderous colleague may have been indulging in.

What I find most incredile of all about this unbelievable story, is the sentence-five years to life.

Are they fucking kidding? That means of course that this priest might well get out of prison after serving a mere five years for this heinous, undoubtedly torturous and painfully cruel act. Of course, he probably will not. The chances are quite good that he will spend the rest of his life in prison. On the other hand, who knows for sure?

This is one of those crimes that call out for the death penaly, and why I am all for it, in general. If somebody like this has the potential of being released after only five years, in a state that has the death penalty, how much more lax will sentencing be if the death penalty ever is done away with. After all, prison rights reformers/activists, if the death penalty is ever sucessfully done away with, will need another issue to champion, right? So, we go back then to that tired old scenario where crimes are to be blamed more on the society that spawned the criminal than on the actual perpetrator, who should be shown some degree of compassion, and maybe given yet another chance to make amends, to contribute to society in positive ways. I see the handwriting on that wall all too well.

And that is definitely enough to make you want to kill somebody.

Somewhere Under A Sand Dune

A lot of times you can learn some interesting shit watching Jay Leno, shit you might not ever hear about anywhere else, which is the case with this story-at least I have as yet to hear it repeated anywhere else. It seems that a Saudi man received surgery which resulted in the successful reatachment of his penis, which had been cut off - by his maid.

Unfortunately, this report did not include the name of the Saudi individual in question, but I can only assume he must have been one of the wealthier citizens of the oil rich state. Most Saudis are actually quite poor, too poor to have maids, so he is one of the wealther ones, obviously. Additionally, he shares the dubious distinction with yet another ndividual, whose name as of now aggravatingly escapes me, who underwent a similar ordeal, in being the unluckiest, and at the same time luckiest, individual on the planet. In this latest case, of course, how lucky he is is tangential to the degree of success of the operation.

As for the maid, incidentally, unlike the man, I think I do know her name-

ONE DEAD BITCH!!

Tom Cruise Is A Fucking Jerk

Katie Holmes is one crazy, neurotic, beautiful bitch. Yeah, I put her right up there with Jolie and Zeta-Jones, only maybe even more so. There is something about selfishness, petulance, and silliness in females that I find perversely attractive. But I think it is just that fucking crazy look she has in her eyes, that slight hint of near insanity that gleems out at you. And of course she’s crazy, why the hell else would she marry a fucking nut like Tom Cruise-even if it is a sham, a fraud. A show marriage.

But what the hell is it for? And why the hell would I in my wildest imaginings go to see Mission Impossible Three, an act which would require me to drive twenty miles in a vehicle that is unfortunately a gas hog. Nope, not worth it. Nor would I see it if it is in walking distance, in fact I would probably agree to see it only under certain conditions, like for example, if I was forced to sit through it at gunpoint.

Why? Well, it really has nothing to do, at least not directly, with Cruses infatuation with the Scientology religion of which he has become such an insufferably sickening proponent. In fact, he has seemed to tap that tendency down, lately. Nor does it have to do with the fact that I think he is using Miss Holmes (and she him) for the sake of publicity, or to be blunt, appearrances. I do, however, fear that he is going to ruin her career, and maybe her life, ultimately. She may deserve it, or may have at one time, but now I think she has been taken past the point where she really has any thing like a free will.

But no, my objections to even the idea of patronizing this movie, even as good as it is said to be, goes right back to his obsession with Scientology. And from there, the Comedy Central network. And the little cartoon series, South Park. Because of Cruses objections, a segment which was run once, which poked fun at the religion of Scientology and of several of it’s celebrity adherents-including, notably, Cruse, of course-was not re-run. Cruse threatened not the network itself, but the parentn company, who also, it turns out, are the producers of Mission Impossible Three.

So how exactly did Cruise threaten the company? Simply put, if they allowed the segment to be repeated, he would refuse to promote the movie. Thus, I would have been denied the pleasure of seeing him last night on Jay Leno, for those roughly first two seconds of his appearrance before I turned off the channel. This was just too much for the company to bear, and I honestly can’t fault them for making this obvious business driven decision. I think they could have forced Cruise to promote the movie, probably, under the terms of his contractural obligations. But what would that be worth?

“So Tom, tell us about your new movie?”

“Ah, it’s okay. I’ve done better.”

And so you have yet another example of a minority that demands the rights guaranteed to the minority, that turns right around and tries to deny the rights of everybody else when it seems to be in their best interests to do so. That’s why I wouldn’t go see this movie, and would hope to convince as many people as possible not to see it as well. After all, didn’t Cruise insult the Mafia when he filmed “The Firm?” To say nothing of corporate lawyers? That’s two despised minority groups right there he insulted. Well, the lawyers anyway. Didn’t he insult a good many Vietnam veterans when he filmed “Born On The Fourth Of July?” And what was all this fucking shit about “A Few Good Men”? Hell, he jumped on the anti Guantanamo bandwagon with that flick almost ten years ahead of time. But he can’t take a little criticism? Bullshit!!!

Cruise is just another spoiled Hollywood elitist actor, in my view, who doesn’t deserve anyones patronage. Like his misnamed infant daughter, a pickpocket who thinks he’s royalty.

Cinco De My Ass

A sure sign that a large segment of the Hispanic population of the United States, if not the majority of them, are more Pro-Latino Nationalist than they and a good many of their supporters would like you to believe, is their obsession with the relatively recent, to America, phenomenon of the celelbration of the Mexican holiday of Cinco de Mayo. The political impications are obvious to me, given the current national mood and controversial nature of the illegal immigrant issue.

This is more than just a Mexican version of the Irish Saint Patricks Day, which has become as much an all around American tradition, in this country, as it is an Irish one. Cinco de Mayo reeks of Mexican nationalism, in fact that is what it openly celebrates. Ordinarily, I would not begrudge them this, as they certainly have a right to the holiday and the celebration of it, however way you slice it. I just can’t help but feel that an Anglo whose loyalties are unknown would be looked upon with suspicion by the masses of Latino celebrants, should he find himself in the middle of one.

Actually, I wonder just what the hell it is they are celebrating. Are they perhaps actually looking toward the future in a more symbolic way than they would care to admit? I know that question may itself reek of a sense of paranoia, but the situation being what it now is, I can’t help but wonder. Maybe I am reading too much into it. After all, probably most of the Latino population celebrates the holiday in an appropriately festive way, with no underlying feelings of anarchistic or rebellious attitudes. All perfectly innocent. But there is that undercurrent. Okay, call me a worry wart. Maybe it is all perfectly innocent, and maybe I should just lighten up.

On the other hand, what the hell are they celebrating? Unless I am mistaken, Cinco de Mayo is supposed to be a celebration of the Mexican rebellion against and overthrow of the French, who attempted to impose themselves on the people of Mexico, which they desired as a colony. I guess this relates to the capture and execution of Maximillian, a puppet king of Mexico, and descendant, I think, of Napoleon, who was installed by the French-or was it the Austrian Hapsburghs? Or was it both? Does it really matter? The Mexicans won that one, God bless ‘em. While they are celebrating that victory, maybe they might want to look anew at the way things turned out in the aftermath. Not too well, I tend to assume.

In fact, Mexico from that point on didn’t so much begin a long downhill slide, it had already spent a good many years in that precarious predicament. But from this point on, it was a sudden drop straight down to the depths. You are looking here at a nation that has spent almost the entirety of it’s independent history as a feudal fiefdom divided pretty much among a relative handful of wealthy families who pretty much control the nations wealth and infrastructure, and civil services, and agriculture, and what industry there is to speak of, and have continued to do so with the grip of an iron hand. Thank God for tequilla and mezcal, I guess, if you’re going to celebrate, you need something to help you forget you really don’t have a damn thing to party about.

It just don’t make any fucking sense. Not to me, anyway. A generalized celebration of Mexican culture, now that would be something I could certainly understand, no mystery there. But Cinco de Mayo? That makes about as much fucking sense as celebrating the overthrow of the Alamo.

Blue Jacket

It would probably take a historian who is a specialist of the Ohio valley region to be familiar with the story of Blue Jacket, the Shawnee Chief who sided with the British against the colonial era settlers during the Revolutionary War, and who was a brutal and bloodthirsty enemy of the white settlers afterwards. But this same Blue Jacket has been the subjectof a yearly Pioneer Playhous type historical drama for some years to come. Unfortunately, this might soon become a thing of the past. Due to lack of funding, the current season might well be cancelled, unless the organizers of the yearly outdoor drama can mount a succesful drive for the solicitation of funds amounting to an estimated fifteen thousand dollars or more. It might be due to economic consdierations. These are not the best of times to engage in frivolous travel activities, is my guess. Or, it could be simply that the drama has just gotten old and might seem a little too tame by the standards of modern entertainment. Remember, this is a family drama. Or, it could simply have run it’s course, at long, long last. Hell, even Hello, Dolly, Oklahoma, and Showboat closed eventually. Nothing lasts forever.

From what I have learned thus far, it seems to have nothing to do with protests from politically correct Native American Rights activists and their allies. So, I have, alas, nothing there to bitch about. But I will be fucking damned if I will let that stop me.

Blue Jacket was, from all accounts, a bloodthirsty monster who stands among the top of the heap as being a main reason for the disintegration of relations between colonial white Americans and American Indians. Colonial white settlers were brutal and barbaric, as well, of that I have no doubt, and they bear their share of the burden (please note-they, not we, bore their share of the burden), but Blue Jacket, and others, were equally savage, possibly more so.

They sided with the French in the French and Indian War. Then, they sided with the British in the Revolutionary War. Then, they sided with the British yet again, in the War of 1812. On all these occassions, and times in between, they exhibited a predilection and a lust fo rbutchery that was remarkable in it’s bloodthirstiness. This period of time, in fact, from roughly 1753 until the closing of the War of 1812, would be the period that would mark and forever color the relations between American and Indian.

This is not meant to excuse the brutality and the excesses of the Americans in the following decades, but to explain it. Just the other side of the coin you are hardly if ever presented with. Unfortunately, if the outdoor drama Blue Jacket can not somehow be salvaged, it will be further clouded in mist. If for no other reason than this one alone, I hope the play continues.

The Great American Smoke Out

Some fucking idiotic genius in Vermont has decided that the prison system of the state, probably filled to the brim and possibly overflowing with cocksuckers and other assorted rapists, theives, murderers, and similarly oriented lowlifes- that shall we say are by their natures not wrapped the tightest, either mentally or emotionally- should be smoke free. Bad for their health you see, especially those who are non-smokers, those whom modern scientists have declared in it’s infinite wisdom to be at greater risk of smoking related diseases due to second hand smoke. Oh, you know who they are, they are called targets.

Vermont, in other words, has accomplished the impossible. They will have, in short order, created a breed of prisoner that will soon rank lower in the social prison order than child molesters-the non-smoker. One prisoner has already been assaulted, in the middle of a card game. It can only get worse from here. And despite what you might think, it will not get better with time, despite the offering of smoking cessation classes, and the opportunity for pisoners to “taper off gradually”.

Maybe the new pill that has recently been announced as an anti-smoking aid will help. Supposedly, it targets the area of the brain that is affcted by smoke, and decreases the degree of satisfaction to be gained from cigarrettes. So, you now have to smoke three or four cigarrettes to get the satisfaction normally afforded by one. Sweet.

If the Democratic Party wins the coming election, look for this program to be expanded in other facilities throughout the country. Oh, yes, that’s right,.prisons were not the first. And, no, they will not be the last.

Robespierre, the bastille awaits.

Bill Clinton Feels Our Pangs

I’m starting to wonder if maybe Bill Clinton is as depraved as his detractors say he is. I mean, what the hell is he thinking? Here is a man who has devoted enormous sums of time and energy, while recovering from triple bypass heart surgery (and don’t forget the followup surgery to relieve post operative fluid buildup) globetrotted the world, championing various causes. He has been a proponent of business development in India, a tireless advocate for AIDS research in Africa and China, he has travelled alongside the former President Gorge H. W. Bush in order to amass funds for relief efforts ranging from the Indonesian tsunami disaster to the US Gulf Huricane Katrina and Rita tragedies.

Then, just when you think he must have finally decided to relax somehwere with a nice cigar and blow job, up he pops with an announcement that he has brokered a deal whereby American schools will no longer carry soft drinks. That is to say, no carbonated beverages, though the schools in the affected areas will still carry diet soft drinks, but only the high schools. There is still yet some question about the safety of artifical sweteners, enough so to exclude even this option from elementary and middle schools.

Instead, the schools will offer bottled water and fruit juices, which, incidentally, carry as many or more calories typically than your average carbonated cola beverage. I point this out because the main point of this so-called breakthrough in childrens health is that it is meant to combat the scourge of childhood obesity.

Okay, I don’t really mean to undermine it, childhood obesity and all it’s attendant illnesses is indeed a serious problem, and seems to be getting worse every year. The increase of juvenile diabetes is especially troubling, but the long range effects are consdierable as well, not the least of which is the potential for heart disease. So yes, it’s a problem, and yes, it is worthy of the efforts of a former President.

But shit now, talk about treating a bullet wound with a band aid, but this is some really piddling shit here. To be fair, there is also an emphass on recommendations for exercise, but why this even greater emphasis on carbonated cola drinks? I mean, is this leading up to something?

It would seem to me that, in addition to the need for exercise, the main emphasis over and above everything else would be, or should be, insuring healthy, well balanced meals. One that would include water and fruit juices as a required cafeteria serving with a healthy but not overfilling portion of lean meat (preferably baked or broiled) or fish, along with a serving of two vegetables (preferably steamed or served fresh) and one of fresh fruit, and a slice or two of good whole wheat bread. Hell, add a slice of pie and cake for dessert, at least once a week, what the fuck. Remember, balance and exercise, that’s the key.

But this? No, something just isn’t right here. I see a lead up to yet another series of class action lawsuits, to be frank, and I don’t like the smell of it.

Curse Of The Hillary Beast

Evidently, somebody forgot to tell the people of Lexington Kentucky that the Repubican Party is on it’s way out, because even if this much is true, it would appear that at least in the Bluegrass, Republican politics is alive and well-strong, in fact. All you have to do to realize this is to watch the local Lexington tv stations on which, at any given time of the day, you are likely to see a television ad on behalf of Lexington mayoral candidate Bill Farmer, a self styled conservative. Yet, more than talking about his own self, and ideas, Farmers ads seem to be more centrally focused on attacks on one of his primary opponnents, Jim Newburrey.

Newburey is, accorrding to the Famer ads, a liberal after the manner of Hillary Clinton-whose smiling face is prominently featured in some of the ads. Farmer accusses Newburey of wanting to implement a Hillary style medical program which, Farmer warns, might well threaten to run doctors out of the Bluegrass State. No explanantion as of yet as to how a mere, lowly mayor of Lexington would accomplish such a milestone achievement, which makes the ad all the more remarkable. Farmers campaign staff evidently has good reason to believe these negative ads are effective. And, so it would seem they are. Newburrey has called on Farmer to remove the ads-a sure sign they have caused him some degree of alarm.

Who do I support for Mayor of Lexington? Anybody but Theresa Issaacs.

Uncle Ernie Fiddles About

Governor Ernie Fletcher has been indicted, just today in fact, for violating state laws regarding state hiring. According to the indictment of the Grand Jury, he went about setting up a special panel to get around these laws, managing to base his hiring of state employees based on not merit, but political patronage. Governor Fletcher might be in some deep shit. Of course, he could reneg on his earlier promise not to pardon himself if indicted, as he did indeed pardon all the others who were faced with that eventuality, ahead of the charges.

Maybe he thought that vow would not be seen as politcal grandstanding, but would provide him with cover from what he asserts is mere politcal grandstanding by State Attorney General Stumbo, a likely gubernatorial candidate for the Democratic Party in 2007. He still, yet today, made that assertion. Speaking in Ashland in response to news of the charges, the Governor insisted the entire investigation was a politcal sham.

Well, sorry Governor, but the people of Kentucky aren’t buying it. According to the latest state wide polls, 57% think the Governor shoud resign from office. A mere 38% think he should remain. 5% are uncertain. Not good news, either for Fletcher himself, or for the recently much bloodied and batterred Repulican Party. The culture of corruption, it seems, like all politics, is local as well.

But this should really come as no surprise anyway, as Kentucky has always been a corrupt state. What the hell else can you assume anyway from a state that passes a law that gives a governor the power to pardon himself? What is eally shameful is that, when it passed, no one noticed, or objected, or, if they did, it was quickly forgotten.

My Avataress

Yes, it is finally time to reveal my new Avatar, and for this one you can thank Rufus, over at GradStudentMadness, whose blog I definitely encourage you to check out, and for which I have supplied a link in the title of this post pending my eventual establishment of a Blogroll. Yes, I am a procrastinator par excellance, and can always find reasons. They are valid ones though.. I don’t want to have too many links on a blogroll, much preferable to have a few standouts. Here are the qualifications.

1. Regularly updated. This is a must. By regular updates, I mean at least once a week on average.
2. Originality. There will be a limited number of politically oriented blogs, and they will be of the highest quality. I do not have to be in agreement with your political philosophy, I just have to appreciate your blogging and wrting style. However, I emphasize, they will be limited. Therefore, know right off that rants against the Booooooooooooooosh Administration, and the “Repugnantcons”, or against the “Demoncraps”, are limiting your chances of being included.
3. Easy on the fucking pictures. They take forever to load, in most cases, when you have an abundance of them, which is why when I update my blog I usually have only one, if any. Today is an exception, one unlikely to be repeated.
4. Political correctness is out of the question. Unless, of course, you can convince me you are merely making fun of it. I can tell the difference. And that goes for conservative style political correctness as well as the more oftenly bashed liberal variety.
5. If you do not allow comments on your Blog, you will not be included. I do not give a rats ass if you are famous. If Craig Crawford can do it on his blog, which will be a likely inclusion, then so can you, Andrew Sullivan and Prussian Blue.
6. You have to join me in a night of group ritual sex.
7. As I stated that you do not have to agree with my points of view, understand as well that I do not have to agree with yours. I know that seems to be a distinction without a difference, but in some cases, depending on the subject matter and person, you would be surprised how often those differences raise their ugly heads.
8. If I have pissed you off in the past, and you have taken me off your blogroll because of it, or have acted like a bitch, don’t come crawling back now for forgiveness. I am not a Christian and I do not believe in it.
9. I am thinking of calling my Blogroll “Pantheon of Blogs”. If you are on it, then, that puts you on the level of a deity, and so you are permitted to act like one-crazy.
10. I was joking about number six.

Well, that’s it for now. Thanks again, Rufus, for the picture, which is evidently an ancient Minoan Goddess, possibly Potnoe Atenoi (Lady Athene), judging by the serpents she holds in her hands. Yes, it is the same goddess as the Hellenic Athene, though she underwent somwhat of a change under Hellenic influence. Though some might refer to perpetual virginity as more of a drastic change, I suppose. At any rate, whichever of the goddesses it is, she is indeed beautiful, and any of my regular readers owe Rufus a true debt of gratitude. I say that beause of what I was originally intending to put on my Blog as my avatar.

You haven’t seen her yet. Oh, but you will-you will.

And They're Off!

I used to know an Anastasia Noonchester who would now be the same age as the lady in the picture on the left. She was just a baby then, but-what the hell, Anastasia, if you Google your name and you come across this post, and if that is indeed you (or even if it is not) send me an e-mail.

And, again, for the lady in the picture, if you are the same person-or even if you are not-good luck on Derby Day. According to hte report in the Lexington Herald Leader, a pretty young stripper/dancer with the right moves might pull in as much as two or three thousand dollars on a single night, and, again acording to the report, dancers and strippers look forward to Derby Day the same way most of us look forward to tax refund day.

So have at it girls, I wish I could be there. Second only to the winnig horses and their owners, trainrs, and jockeys, this is your day and night to shine. What with this and all the other events going on in Louisville during Derby weekend, how can you go wrong? This in addition to all the other races, including the vaunted Oaks, leading up to the most exciting two minutes in sports, the Kentucky Derby itself. I can just see it. Hear it. Fell it. Taste it.

And they’re off. There’s Brother Derek out the starting gate. Side by side with Ron and Paul. Steppenwolfer is edging up by a nose but look out here comes AP Warrior-in front now by a length. Rounding the curve is Lawyer Ron, but up the backstretch comes Sinister Minister. Here comes the final stretch and it’- it’s

POINT DETERMINED!!!!

Prison Break

If I were writing a Mad Magazine parody of the hit Fox Network TV series Prison Break, I know just how it would end. By the time it was over, every single prisoner of Fox River Penitentiary would be in on the break out, with main character Michael bringing up the rear, when, looking behind him, he would see the main guard Bellick and all the other guards right on his tail.

“Are you guards trying to catch us?”, he would ask in typical cornball Mad magazine satire dialogue.

“Catch you?”, Bellick would reply. “Hell no, we’re trying to escape too, from this crazy, unrealistic, non-sensical plotline.”

And there is plenty about the show that requires suspension of belief. The inmates of Fox River penitentiary, for example, have access to phones in the prison yard, and can evidently call out anytime, to any number they wish to call-free of monitoring.

But at last we know now that at least some of the assembled gang that now numbers nine, will escape, at the end of this season, and as the series has been renewed for next season, they will spend the entirety of said next season avoiding capture, while Lincoln and Michael try to prove that Lincoln was framed for the murder of the female Vice-Presidents brother-who actually was not murdered, but faked his death, all in an effort to draw Lincolns father out of hiding. Don’t ask.

I will tell, though, my predictions for the up-and-coming series.

John the Mafia boss will turn out to be involved not only in a betrayal of Lincoln and Michael involving Lincolns former girlfriend in an effort to find the snitch Fibbonacci (whose tetimony put him in prison for life) but will end up having connections to the Vice-Presidents brother as well.

AJ, Lincolns son, will be sent to prison for the murder of his mother and step-father, and will be befriended by Haywire, who will eventually help him to escape, as they will form a bond based on the similarity of the reasons for their incarcerations-patricide. (this is assumming of course that Haywire does not end up joining in on the escape at the end of this season).

As the Vice-President has concerns over strains in her recent alliances, she will have the current President killed, whereby she will assume the office for which she will then run with the power of incumbency, in addition to the warchest that was stolen from her brothers company.

Philly also will end up at Fox River, and will form an alliance with Bellick, who will be his link to the outside in an effort to extract revenge on both Michael and John.

Bellick will also become the new warden of Fox River, after “The Pope” is done away with.

T-Bag will stumble upon the mass murder scene of a family against whom he had wanted revenge, and will be blamed for this murder, which will have been perpetrated by one of Johns Mafia stooges. He will barely avoid capture. Later, he will ass rape the punk ass Secret Service agent.

C-Note, one of those whom John originally planned on killing upon their escape, along with all the others except for two (probably Michael and Lincoln), will become Johns new muscle on the outside when the heat proves too much for him to re-establish contact.

John will find and kill Fibbonnacci.

Sucre’ will murder his cousin over the same woman for whom he stupidly caused himself to be sent to prison in the first place, a cunt I would find the ugly ass Vice-President preferable to.

No, I don’ treally believe most of this will happen, but that’s the good thing about this show, you find yourself trying to figure out just what is going to happen-the hallmark of a great show. And, despite all it’s flaws and shortcomings, it is truly that, an edge of your seat thriller that, once you get hooked, will keep you tuning in, week after week.

Neil Young Declares War

Here is a link for you that is probably getting more hits than a high class hooker on the backstreets of Peoria. Neil Young. Need I say more?

Neil Young is the kind of recording artist who has done it all, and no matter what he does he makes it unique. A true genius that once went slumming in a neighborhood far beneath him when he joined a trite little band called Crosby, Stills, and Nash, outclassing the second class Stills, and the third rate at best Crosby and Nash.

When Graham Nash, along with David Crosby, who laughingly refers to himself as a minstrel, sing protest songs, it can inspire at worst nausea, at best a feeling of either nostalgia or revulsion at the memory of the sixties, but most of the time just chuckles at their irrelevance. The same goes for most of the other 1960’s icons of their day, such as Joan Baez, to whom the current national mood is their one last chance to make the big time, in a way that speaks of more than just good luck and timing.

In fact, I have a theory that David Crosby’s most significant contribution to rock music was the beatles song “And Your Bird Can Sing”. Yeah, I know that was a Beatles song, a Lennon and MacCartney number. Lennon wrote it after he fucked Crosby’s wife.

Be that as it may, Young is a true artistic genius, and when an artist of his calibe devotes an entire album to a protest of the Iraqi War and the Bush MisAdministration, the Christian Far Right and the Neo-Cons have reason to be concerned. They can be excused if they see no occasion to chuckle in derision.

This is definitely worth a listen, if you can find the time. Send the link far and wide. Smoke a doobie while you’re at it. Remember, it’s better to burn out than to fade away.

Napster

Napster may have just earned a permanent home on my Links section. Cehck it out. Five songs, for free. No, no, you can’t download them. You can however listen to them. Okay, clarification. There are more than two million songs in Napsters archives. Each one of those songs-yes, each and every one of them-you can listen to, for free, a total of five times each.

Yes, five times each. After that, if you want to listen to it again, yes, you have to pay, and I guess you pay even more for downloading. So what? If you like a song so much that you just have to listen to it more tan five times,. isn’t it worth it to dowmload it?

If not, hell, listen to it five times, then listen to something else five times. Shit, there are, like I said, two million plus of them, and more and more will doubtless be added in time.

Plus, there’s a forums section. I guess that’s been there for awhile, I don’t know. What I do know is, Napster seems to have hit on a winning formula and has pulled out of it’s legal troubles in a way which is compatile to it’s own interests, evidently, as well as to the interests of the recording artists.

I for one intend to check out some of the newest offerrings from Pink, who is these days attracting notice as something of a socially conscous performer and critic of the Bush Administration inher own right. I am of the hopes that she is better than your average troubadour, I know for a fact she is cuter.

You Can't Hide Balls The Size of Colberts

Okay, I know I don’t usually jump on bandwagons, but desptie the fact that you hav already heard about the performance of Steven Colbert at the Washington Correspondents Dinner a zillionth time, I feel compelled to make it a zillionth and one. Colbert accomplsihed something few true journalists, even of the reputation of Bob Woodward, have the balls to do, which is to criticize George Buish to his face, and in the presence of his wife at that.

More than that, he criticized the mainstream press for not really doing it’s job, for the most part. While you can point to individual examples of exceptions, such as Helen Thomas and David Gregory, in addition to NBC’s Brian Williams first rate coverage of the Hurricanes Katrina and Rita disasters, most of the press seems to have been cowed. Even Chris mattews, once ferocous as any bulldog in his coverage on Hardball of the Scooter Libby/Joseph Wilson/Valerie Plame/Patrick Fitzgerald, et al., controversy, now seems to have been strangely neutered.

One of the most telling moments of the evening came when Colbert advised the press to go home, spend some time with their families, write that book they’ve always wanted to write, about that fearless reporter standing up to the powerful and corrupt politicans. “You know-,” he said in mock encouragment, “fiction”.

Very few people laughed that evening, including Bush and Laura-or most members of the press. Nor should they have.

I have provided a link in the title, courtesy of “Pissed Off Patricia” of the blog “Morning Martini” (a good politically oriented blog, by the way), in which you can write a word of thanks to Mr. Colbert. My note is, if I remember correctly, number 17,006. I have don’t yet know how many other notes have been written since mine, but by all means, please add to the number.

What We The People Need

It looks like Mexico President Vincente’ Fox has decided to nullify any law passed that would legalize possession within his country of small amounts of marijuana, which, had it come to fruition, would have been an obvious ploy designed to pay off campaign debts to drug lords and at the same time increase Mexican tourism, at a time when it is desperately needed. As someone who would like to see marijuana legalized-and regulated-here in this country, I personally had no problem with the proposed law. Yet, it was quickly squashed, and I have no doubt that objections from the Bush Administration, and especially the Justice Deparments and State Departments, played more than a minor role, and in fact may have been the crucial factor in Fox’s change of heart.

This is very telling, and what it tells me is American diplomacy, if capable of overruling the significant and powerful interests of drug lords and tourist resort operators, can accomplish much more. So, if this is the case, why can’t they induce more cooperation with Fox on the issue of illegal immigration? They might try to suggest that the imigration situation is precisely why the U.S. has this influence over Fox, but I ain’t buying it. Instead, it seems to me that the US and it’s politicians, of both parties, are determined to deny the wishes of the American people to bring the chaotic immigration situation under control, to put an end to illegal immigration, to secure the borders, and not reward those who flout our laws by coming here illegally by letting them profit by becoming American citizens ahead of, and at the expense of, those who come here legally.

The wishes of the majority of Americans are clear on the matter, but we are being denied our voice. Oh, we are being heard, believe that. But we are being defied, and will continue to be defied. We are every day inching closer to becoming a full fledged capitalistic feudal society with pretensions of democracy in the form of bread and circuses, a mere colony of a corporatist elitist commecial empire. The peoples wishes are adhered to only so long as this furthers the agendas of the politicians and their corporatist elites and a handful of political actions committees, many of whom are ostensibly the opponents of the elite, but in reality are merely a diverse variety of dog and pony shows that seek no more than enough contributions to justify the obscenely high salaries of their chairpersons, and influence over the workings of the opposition party.

The majority of American people themselves would like to see marijuana legalized and regulated, or at least the largest plurality do, while a signficant pecrentage of the others do not care, but for the most part even they can not justify the excessive amount of tax dollars wasted on the drug war, at least not so far as marijuana goes. Certianly the majority are in favor of medical marijuana, but this too is a wish denied the people by those leaders who are their elected representatives.

So it should come as no surprise that, as long as business owners can reap huge profits by employing illegal aliens at low wages for nasty and in some cases back breaking and dangerous work, and as long as politicians are influenced by these corportists and by dizzy dreams of hundreds of thousands, in some cases, of new and grateful voters, they don’t care what you or I think or say. They are going to do what is best for them. If the country goes to hell, they don’t care. Remember, they probably have the money to go anywhere and live quite well.

With each passign day, I am becoming more and more a fan of Robespierre.

We're All Sick And Fucking Tired

Bay Buchanan, conservative talk show guest and pundit, and sister of former conservative Preisdential aspirant Patrick Buchanan, has an interesting take on the Gulf Coast disasters of last year. We are all sick of hearing about it.

I agree with Ms. Buchananan. I am sick of hearing how the federal government failed to appropriate the money needed to shore up the levee system, and how what money was appropriated to New Orleans in paritcular was wasted to such a large degree by the stae of Louisiana and city of New Orleans, that the end result was not only the failure of the levees, but the simultaneous failue of the pumps that could have otherwise pumped the water out of the New Orleans flooded areas reatively quickly.

I am sick of hearing about how Bush and his Administration denied the scope of the disaster in public, while every day the mainstream media conveyed images of the horror and disasters.

I’m sick of hearing Republican apologists constantly defend the incompetence of the Bush Administration. I am sick of hearing so many people engage in blaming the victims for not getting out of the area, even though many of them had no place to go, and no way to leave if they had a place. I am sick of hearing them being accussed of purposely staying behind for purposes of looting, or out of hopes of filing lawsuits. I am sick with the knowledge, that, in reality, most of them had no way out.

I’m sick of heaing how Federal bureaucratic red tape held up rescue efforts resulting in needless deaths and countless numbers of homelessness and suffering among the people of new Orleans, as well as Mississippi and Alabama. I am sick of how this bureacratic bungling resulting in drowning, starvation, dehydration, and myriads of other disasters visited on the poverty stricken, the elderly, the infirm, the children, the animals.

I’m sick of hearing of how Bush and other politicians have promised New Orleans will be rebuildt, yet the reality seems to be no money is being made availiable for this effort, and how still yet the homeless former residents of New Orleans are denied so much as a temporary trailor in which to live, while in the meantime they are constantly threatened with eviction by the same Federal agencies that should have prevented or at the least greatly alleviated this sufferring to begin with, yet failed to do so.

I’m sick of thinking about how evidently this is just another excuse to justify yet more no-bid contracts to companies that hire nonunion workers, and illegal immigrants, while the city of New Orleans seems to be earmarked for development at the expense of it’s former residents, the heart and soul of the city.

I am sick of hearing that it is just another two months or slightly less now before the onset of the next hurricane season. I am sick of hearing about how, in all probability, neither New Orleans or theGulf Coast is ready yet to handle another storm of the scope and magnitude of hurricanes Katrina and Rita.

I am sick of so much it is hard to keep track of all of it. But the thing I am most sick of, Bay Buchanan, is people like yourself.

Smoking In The Boys Room

The May 16^th primary is soon approaching, and I have one thing to say to the voters of Lexington Kentucky. That is, if you vote for Theresa Isaacs, or are planning to do so, I have one thing to say to you. If you all had one neck, I would hack it. No, that is not original, that is a quote from the histories of the Roman historian Tacitus, which he attributed to Gaius “Caligula” Caesar.

The last time the former Lexington City Council member ran for mayor, I defended her against charges that she was unfit, based on the fact that she had lost her children and was behind on her child support payments. It was said that this was a sign of a deceptive person, a person of bad character.

In her case, at least, the charges were correct. As soo as Issaacs won the election for mayor, for which she is now running as incumbent, she lost no time in pushing through a law that would ban cigarrette smoking in all bars and restaurants and all other public buildings. Not even a small smokers section was allowed. Funny, I don’t recall her campaigning on this issue. But so it goes. This is a perfect example of the philosophy of the American politician. Sometimes you have to make a clear cut decision, one way or another. Sometimes you either have to uphold the wishes of the majority, or you have to defend the rights of the minority. In many cases, there is no middle ground, suppossedly anyway. So, what to do in these cases?

The wishes of the majority-uphold them if it furthers your agenda

The rightsof the minoriy-defend them if it furthers your agenda.

Get the picture? I do, I think it’s called the old bait and switch. Whichever position is most convenient for you at an given time, you have a ready made excuse to fall back on. And so it goes in this case. Only here, the issue is, well, shrouded in smoke, as it is incresingly unclear who is the majority and who is the minority.

Oh well, who cares? Restaurant and bar owners, perhaps? Sure, they will make it, I guess, the better financed and established ones will anyway, the ones who can afford to adapt, the ones who can cut corners to make up loss profits. The higher class restaurants for the most part, of course, will still do fine. Perhaps more will come to take up the slack, I don’t know. Lexington does have some first class places, but there is always room for more. Perhaps a nice French restaurant. Humm, what should we call it?

Hey, I know- Robespierres.

Blush, War Geek Ogre

Here’s a bit of fun you can have if you are bored, and actually this can be quite addicting. Take a phrase or any persons name, and see how many annagrams you can find. Ahh, but now comes the tricky part. You have to find an anagram that is descriptive of the person or phrase, as much as is possible.

For example, the phrase, “Blush, War Geek Ogre” is itself, as you mght guessed by now, an anagram-for George Walker Bush.

For William Jefferson Clinton you have “Jilts nice women. In for fall.”

For Ronald Wilson Reagan you get “No darling, no ERA law”

Richard Milhouse Nixon? What better than “His climax-ruined honor”

Not everything you get of course will be so descriptive, but a good lot of it will be eerily so. You can play around with them a bit as well. For example the phrase “President Clinton of the USA” will yield, in anagram form, the phrase “To copulate he finds interns”.

All this makes me wonder if you might be able to predict the future of a person by way of anagrams. Might there be some subconscous effect that certain letters in combination will have that is inherent in their overall structure, regardless of how they are arranged, which will manifest itself in a persons life. For the hell of it, I elected to do a prediction on the girls in the Aryan music band Prussian Blue. Their mother April, as well, who seems to be like an eagle, protective of her daughters, and aggressive in her desire to promote them, and through them herself, as a leader in the Aryan movement.

As for the girls themselves- Lamb will eventually come to have growing doubts about the Aryan movement, maybe even some regrets. Lynx, it seems, will eventually marry a man, possibly the former husband of a friend, who will turn out to be gay.

Of course, you can do all this the lazy way, as I did, and prefer to do everything, by clicking on the link in the post title. Many words contain thousands of anagrams, of course, but the site here will only give you one anagram per person or phrase. More than that, you have to pay for an account. But it is still hours of potential fun, and who knows, you might gain some insights into a persons nature. Some things just can’t be explained away as coincidence.

Under The Persian Rug

I think there might be more than meets the eye to the current Iranian crisis, but I am aving a hard time figuring out just what it is. They insist they want nuclear energy for peaceful purposes, yt everybody else it seems is up i arms about it. The UN, as impotent as ever, has treatened sanctios against them, but the Iraians are adamant, they will proceed with the project. They recently announced they had succeeded in enricing uranium.

They could obviously not hope to produce a nuclear device in any significant amounts in the near future, and large scale productionof nuclear weapons is unlikely even inte long trm, if they did produce some it would doubltess be more useful as a deterrent for invasion thananything else. Even this I believe is a secondary rationale, the main one being simply a patriotic drive to unite the country in asserting its national soveignty over it’s own internal affairs.

Of course, I do not want the Iranians to have the bomb-not even one. On the other hand, I find their possession of a handful of nukes no more troubling than those possessed by the highly unstable nation of Pakistan. Add to tis the possession of nukes by pakistans taditional enemy, India, and yo ave a recipe for eventually disaster, I am very muc afraid. All it takes is for the wrong people to ascend to power in Pakistan. Yet, this is seldom mentioned, probably for good reason.

The Iranians make a far better boogey man, and diversion. What if it were to turn out that they do indeed want nuclear energy, just for the purposes of producing electricity? If so, this could be nothing but good. This would be good for the environment, in at least a small way, as nuclear enegy,in additon to being cheap and efficient, is clean, so long as the facilities are safe. In addition, this would free up more, much more, crude oil to go onto the world market, which by all rights should help to decrease the price of home heating fuel and gasoline. It might additionally force other nations to follow suit, including the U.S.

Unfotunately, everyone has become aware of late of the influence of the multi-national oil compnaies on the global economy, and on the governments of the ever growing industrialized world. Is that really the true unwritten story behind all the international hand wringing?

Sacred Symbols

The current Pope, Benedict, has just recently passed the one year mark of his papacy,and so far the most controversial issue he has faced may well be a poster on a Roman cathedral which is an advertisement for the up and coming release of the movie “The DaVince Code”. Due to many protests voiced by several priests and bishops in Italy, it was decided the poster had to be removed.

I am not a big fan of the Roman Catholic Church’s history. They have, despite their propoganda to the contrary, been ever at the forefront of denying progress, in science as well as the arts, and even in the area or human rights of self-determination. There is little in Church history that is admirabe in these regards, though they have made some significant stides in recent decades to try to atone for this.

On the other hand, during the last few decades they have also demonstrated that,when it comes to equal rights for women and gays, they are still the same old ideologically extremist hirarcical organization. On the illegal imigration in America issue, they come down semingly on the other ideological extreme, self-servingly encouraging as many ilegal immigrants as possible, doubtless out of a hope for greater political and social power over the nation through these traditionally Catholic, to the point of superstition, followers.

They are still yet, after all these centuries,no friend to science, advocating the unfortunate position they do regarding the utilization of stem cell rsearch. Now, they are proving themselves the unobjective critic of popular culture as well, by their objections to the contents of Dan Browns novel.

I read the novel, and personally, I was unimpressed, though I am hopeful that Director Ron Howard will actually turn the movie into a work that will match the hype which the book, for me, did not live up to. Whether it does this or not, the Catholic Churc should grow up. It’s been around for going on two thousand years, so it’s about time, I would say. Their objections betray a fear of loosing power and influence, which is understandable seeing as how their power and influence is based on smoke and mirrors to begin with. Why else worry about something as trivial as a second rate (at best) novel? I mean, the book is a work of fiction, right? It’s not a true story.

Or is it? Remember, Dan Brown recently won a lawsuit by the authors of a book which was a non-fiction work called “Holy Blood, Holy Grail”, said authors having acussed Bown of plagiarsing their work. It is based on the proposition that Chrisitanity was originaly a duolithic religion, and that Mary Magdalene was Christs partner, lover, and soul mate. They were, according to this theory, married. And that is not all. They had a child, a girl, whom Mary, following Christs crucifixion and eventual resurrection and ascension ito heaven, took with her to Gaul, now of course knwn as France. This girl eventually married and her descendants formed the Merovingian Dynasty of rulers, who were eventually all executed by the Church as heretics. From that point on, the remaining surviving descendants of Crist and Mary Magdalene have been forced to go into hiding, protected by a small cabal of followers that included, among other notables, Leonardo DaVinci. The Church, according to this theory, will stop at nothing to eliminate every last one of them as a means of protecting their hold on power.

Of course, I do not believe this, yet I find myself in a curious psition in that, if it were true, I would find myself for once on the side of the Roman Cathoic Church. As horrendous and at times as hideous as their excesses have been, I wonder what it would be like if it were suddenly revealed that Christ (whom I do not believe actually existed as a living person) did indeed have descendants living today.

Human natue being what it is, I have no doubt that this descendant, or descendants, would quickly amass a following, and a huge one. I have no doubt that the descendants of Jesus Christ would be themselves viewed as veritable gods in the flesh, whose every utterance would be treated as infallible, as a divine ordinance, to be adhered to without question, on pain of death.

Yeah, I would have to side with the Church on this one. The world has enough trouble as it is.

May Day! May Day!

So it looks like the May 1^st immigrant boycott is on, and has drawn support from a widely diverse sector of the American public. Not just from Latinos of both documented and undocumented status, but from others as well, notably from Islamic, Jewish, and Christian sources, in addition to some pundits and various sections of the legal community, specifically civil rights advocates.

As the old saying goes, two could play that game, unfortunately they probably won’t. The American public,including the conservatives, have been living in an unreal fantasy land for decades now. Very few Americas are willing to make hard sacrifices, which is one reason things have deteriorated to the level they have.

Yet, ironically, it wouldn’t really be that hard. What would happen, for example, if Americans were to boycott all employers who made it a practice to hire illegal aliens? I feel pretty confident this issue would soon pale into relative insignificance. How hard could it be to boycott products produced by these people? Okay, so you might have to cut back on some purchases, man of which are unnecessary to start out with, if not outright luxuries.

Even purcases of fruits and vegetables might be reduced, say cut in half. Of course, chances are you would have to maintain that level once prices rose, but on the other hand, maybe this would be a temporary result. If farm subsidies were given to farmrs who actually produce, based on their rate of production, and farmers were given sufficient tax credits, there might be no need for any price increases, but that is another story.

The point is, it is disingenous for immigration advocates to suggest that people like the Minutemen- and others who are oppossed to the swarms of undocumented Mexican workers who now number an estimated twelve million- are xenophobic bigots. While that might be true in individual cases, this is not always the case. In most instances, Anglos simply want immigration to be limited to reasonable levels, immigration laws enforced and respected, and the rights of American workers, including legal immigrants, to be upheld, which would include the payment of a fair wage and benefits.

And so I would suggest that, until this transpires, an effective counter measure to the currently proposed boycott by immigrant workers would be a similar boycott by American citizens against any and all products produced by companies that insist on hiring illegal immigrants. Sure, it would cause some pain, some discomfort, but nothing worthwhile is easy.

Vacation Withdrawal

Since I am on the subject of boycotts, how about a driving boycott? How hard could it be for American drivers to have a boycott on summr vacation driving. Do you really have to drive to DisneyWorld? The Smokey Mountains? Grand Canyon? Yellowstone? Why?

It has been my experience that vacations are more often than not more stressful than relaxing. And people that drive hundreds of miles to their destinations might well find that a good one fourth of their vacation is spent on the time it takes to get there and back, along with the inevitable navigation though traffic once you arrive at your destination. After you finally settle in and you have had a days rest, you are probably counting the hours you have left before you have to return.

What do you get for it all? A few pictures, and a handful of memories that almost never match your initial hopes. And you’ve probably blown at least a months worth of wages, all for the opportuity to get to wonder whether Tigger was feeling up your little girl.

The truth is, if you have to drive somehwere, you can probably find a place right in your own state where you can enjoy yourself at least as much for a fifth of the cost and a tenth of the stress.

The best thing about it is, if enough people actually did it, it would be by far the best way to really stick it to the oil companies.

Those Fat Ass Bulgarians

Condoleeza Rice has just made a deal whreby the great American Empre has been extended to the nation of Bulgaria. Is this what the great so-called Cold War was really all about after all? I remember back during the height of tensions between America and it’s allies with the former Soviet Union, Bulgaria was easily one of the most, if not the most, hardened and ardent communist dieards within the entire Soviet dominated Eastern European Gulag of Nations, known as the Warsaw Pact. Now, they are an erstwhile American ally, it seems. Rice has just signed a treaty that will make Bulgarian military bases accessible to American and NATO troops.

So that’s what all those billions of dollars were for. Funny, I was always of the hopes that after the fall of the Soviet Union, American troops could return from Europe, and from most if not all other places they are stationed. Well, you can just knock me over with a bowl of borscht right now, as it seems we are there to stay.

Yet, it may turn out that this policy of coca colonization may hide a wisdom heretofore unknown to me. Who knows, seeing as how billions of dollars of American money is now going to hopefully insure, through our military, the dominance of American capitalism througout at least the Euopean world, maybe it is in the hopes that Eastern European children, and others througout Europe and Asia, become eventually no more healthy than our own American children. We just have to make sure they all have the opportunity to waddle their fat asses down to their local neighborhood MacDonalds every day, so that eventually they, too, can be lifted by cranes in and out of their desks at school.

A Change Of Heart

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. I have gotten so tired of extreme leftists trying to dominate liberal politics, and largely suceeding in doing so, I have finally come to the conclusion that the only hope for the Democratic Party in making any kind of a comeback as a viable option in American politics is if they have their asses handed to them one or two more times, maybe even three or four. Whatever it takes, I am game. Of course, it means the Republicans will further wreck the county, but hell, they are doing it anyway, why spoil the fun? Until the Democrats stop allowing themselves to be manipulated and influenced by the Far Left, it is a far gone conclusion, at any rate.

The Far left seems to have the attitude, the arrogant idea, that because things are going ever so badly now, the American people have no choice but to allow them to push their own whacky ideas down their throats. And they are wrong. But far be it for me to resist them, not any more.

And so, in that spirit, I present the first of many revisions of my offical position. The Far Left insists that we pull out of Iraq and Afghanistan immediately, well, so do I. And, like them, I insist that any Democratic candidate who gets my vote will have to take the position as well. Therefore, I must join in the efffort to insure that the man or woman who gets the Democratic nomination for president in ’08 is the one that will take that position. Having insured the nomination by taking this position, he or she will be then stuck with it for the remainder of the election cycle. That person will not be allowed to modify his position in the general election in order to “play to the center”.

No waiting around, we want out this minute, regardless of what the overall results will be on the country of Iraq. Bring our boys home now, immediately, none of this phasing out nonense.

In the meantime, I will join my new found far Leftist allies in pushing for the impeachment of George W. Bush. That is what the American people really want the Democrats to devote their time to. The American public doesn’t care about things like the environment, health care, minimum wage increases, education, strengthening social security, or any of those other things, and they don’t want their representatives in Washington wasting their time on them either. They want them to devote all their time and energies to impeaching the President of The United States, even if it means the nations business is otherwise ground to a completely halt.

After all, everybody knows that George W. Bush was the actual perpetrator of 9/11. The whole thing was a psy-ops operation. Those supposed “Live” shots of those planes flying into those buildings were a bit of Holywood trickery, an illussion. The buildings were actualy imploded by well placed explosive charges, the work of a highly trained demolition crew disguised as maintenance workers.

Was the news media fooled? Hell no, they were in on it, in fact, an integral part of the deception. Even the highly esteemed CNN was in on it. Why do you suppose Paula Zahn had just recently left Fox News for CNN? This was all part of the show, just more evidence of the culpability of the mass media, who are actually all controlled by the same corporatist capitalists, known collectively as Neo-Cons. That is why Ted Turner was pushed out of CNN. The one man who could not be bought and sold, so he had to be gotten rid of, as he could not be allowed to catch on to this devious plot. They knew he would never stand for it, and would spill the beans.

And so, our own government committed mass murder against it’s own citizens, and tried to blame an innocent bunch of Arab Muslims. They even invented a fictitous figurehead known as Osama Bin Laden-obviously a Right Wing conservative Hollywood actor.

The next time you see him, take a real good look at him. His height, the obvious fake beard, the hair dye and otherwise to make him look younger, much younger, than he actually is. Yes, Osama Bin Lade is none other than that god damned Charlton Heston. Who better to play a religious figure? What do you think he’s been doing all this time since making that faked announcement that he had come down with “Alzheimers”? Haven’t seen him around muc since then, ave you now? Uh huh. See?

I’m so glad I have finally opened my eyes and seen clearly the truth of what the Far Left has been saying for all these years. If only I had listned to them sooner. But it is hopefully never too late to make amends.

A Place Of A Skull

I've been sitting on this story for quite awhile, because frankly I really don't know what quite to make of it. It may be an incidental story, of little or no importance. It may have implications as bizarre as it appears to be on the surface. As far as that goes, there might not be a word of truth to it. But it is interesting as hell, so I repeat it here, with the admonition that, by all rights, I can not vouch for it's authenticity. It is certainly interesting, however, and worth looking into.

It involves a man by the name of James Wirt, a United States Atttorney General from the year 1817 until 1829, a man who argued more than 170 cases before the United States Supreme Court and who, in 1807, was the prosecutor in the conspiracy trial of Aaron Burr.

Wirt also, in 1832, was a candidate for President of the United States for the Anti-Masonic Party. Not too many years after this, Wirt died, reportedly from a cold. He was buried in a tomb, deep inside a crypt.

Until, that is, his skull was discovered sitting on a shelf in the office of Washington D.C. Council Member Jim Graham, where it had evidently been for some time. According to Graham, an openly gay D.C. Councilman and immigrant of as yet undetemined origin, he had gotten the skull from a book shop owner by the name of Alan Stypeck. Stypeck, in turn, said he acquired the gruesome souvenier from a cleaning supplies salesman by the name of Robert White, who died in 2003, and who used to have a John F. Kennedy Museum in his basement.

In order to determine whether the skull actually belonged to Wirt, forensic anthropologist Douglas Owlsley was called in. After swimming through an ocean of red tape, Owsley finally had the tomb opened. In addition to the skeleton of Wirt, reported with a large hole in the side of the skull, there were other bodies, including one that was not listed. Stuffed behind a metal ladder that leads down to the tomb was the skeleton of a baby, which Owsley believes to have been a recent addition. From here it was hinted strongly that there may have been some form of ritual sacrifice involving this infant, and Wirts anti-Masonic connections were further noted in this regard.

Graham insits that he is not in the habit of collecting skulls or other body parts, and that he knows nothing about the skulls origins or how it came to be in the possession of Mr. White, or why, or anything other than his presentation of it by the aforementioned Mr. Stypeck.

The origin of this story is actually quite vaque, and I have heard no references to it anywhere. It is worth noting, however, that Congressman Graham, in addition to advocating for the rights of immigrants to vote in local elections, and himself representing a district which has a heavy immigrant population, and which in fact has no single racial or ethnic majority, has made doubltess quite a few enemies.

In fact, he is an enemy of slumlords everywhere, and a perusal of his web-site (which is linked to by way of the post title) would reveal that he has probably made many wealthy and powerful enemies in this regard. He also takes a tough stance on businesses such as bars that don't enforce safty standards. He has even proposed that any bar where a murder has occurred should be closed.

Yet, he is pro-police, and has proposed additional hiring of cops, asking for more than 200 in his district. So, it is easy to see why some would consider him as much of a nuisance as he does a good many of the properties he would have either torn down or forcibly rehabilitated.

Yet, is this story a clumsy attempt by someone to embarrass him, or is it actually a matter of pure fiction?

Or, is there a sinister truth somewhere here that is hiding just below the surface, a truth that should have remained buried, lo, these last one hundred seventy years.

Whatever the case, it is worth noting, by the way, that next year-2007-will mark the 200th anniversary of the treason trial of Aaron Burr, the trial William Wirt prosecuted, albeit unsuccessfully.

Connection?

The Strange Case Of Mary Moses

One of the more detrimental negatives of a Democracy, which are considerable, is the insatiable need of public officials to play to their consttuents. In th case of District Attorneys, this oftentimes manifests itself as a need to prove beyiond al doubt that they are doing what they actualy do rarely, which is adminsiter justice in a fair and impartial manner. Mnay times this rsults in a phenomenon for which the old Soviet Union was often criticized,and rightly so-the spectacle of the “show trial”, that heinous exhibtion of perverse justice meant mainly for public consumption.

Such would seem to be the case with 53 year old Mary Moses, who, upon being inexplicably released from a mental institution, where she has been for a decade following the murder of her third husband, has now been decided is fit to stand trial for that murder. She had set the trailor on fire where he and she had lived while in an intoxicated state, intending, she said, to kill herself as well. She survived,whileher husband died of smoke inhalation and carbon monoxide poisoning.

She has had quite a hellish life. Beginning at the age of five or six years old, she was forced by her mother to engage in sex with adult menm, for money. At one point, in order to force compliance, her mother beat her with a baseball bat. Her father also sexually abused her. She finally ran away from home as a teenager,whereupon she soon met her future third husband, who at the time took her under his wing. He then got her addicted on drugs and also forced her into a life of prostitution, as well as forcing her to strip for money.

Sometime later she met her first husband, who in some way yet to be explained, used her for “target practice”. She watched her second husband, a diabetic, die in front of her eyes, loosing one limb at a time. Then, finally, she married John Moses, who at least once in their marriage forced her to have sex with a dog.

Due to all this, and who knows what all else, Mary Moses, according to psychologists, developed at least a dozen separate and distinct personalities, some of them children, some adult-some male, some female. Many of these personalities were in conflict with others. They did not always get along. It may have been the voice of one of these personalities that she heard tell her,while heavily intoxicated, to set fire to the trailor she was sharing with Moses, to kill him and herself, in order for her to join the spirit of her dead second husband in heaven.

Yet, now that she has been suddenly released, it has been deemed that she should be fit to stand trial, and after a two hour contentous hearing, over the strident objectons of her public defender, Kate Dunn, this was indeed the decision was made by Fayette County Circuit Judge James D. Ishmael. Yet, not even the psychiatrist who testified for the prosection, denied the history of Mary Moses, or that her education level is at roughly the second grade-only that she is aware of the charges agaisnt her, and so is fit to stand trial. He expressed some skepticism about the multiple personality disorder, saying she remembers the crime, eve thogh intoxicated, and therefore is criminally responsible.

When one of the defense psychologists questioned Free about the sordid past of Mary Moses, he did not dispute it, yet offerred no evaluation as to whether this changed anything, and in fact asserted that his evaluation was a competent one. A second defense witness, psychologist Peter Schilling, admitted that Moses could technically stand trial, and assist in her own defense, but that her condition might well deteriorate during the course of a trial, and that evaluation as to criminal responsibility might well be a differnet story.

In the meantime, there is every possibility that Mary Moses could face the death penalty for murder and arson, although Assistant Commonwealths Attorney Andrea Mattingly Williams stated that prosecutors have not decided yet whether to seek capitol punishment.

Obviously, this being an election year, they need to keep their fingers wet and sticking up in the air for a while before they make this decision. The sad thing, the scary thing, is that they needed to go to the extent they have so far to prove they are tough on crimes committed by crazy white female trailor trash.

Go Not Quietly

Sally Jacobsen wanted her retirement as a professor in the language and literature department of Northern Kentucky University to be remembered. She wanted to go out with a bang. And so, she told a bunch of her students to stage a counter protest against a display erected on campus by a group called Northern Kentucky Right To Life.

This display, near the University Center, consisted of roughly 400 crosses, which were meant to represent a cemetary for aborted fetuses. Although it is unknown for sure whether Jacobsen herself actually took part in the vandalism, she did admit to encouraging it, and as a result has been placed on leave until that day of her retiement.

She did admit leading a group of graduate srtudents to the area. No word as of yet on what action may be taken against the students who took part in the vandalism. Whatever it might be, they certainly have Sally Jacobsen to thank for this blight on their records, even though they realy should have known better.

And pro-choice advocates everywhere can thank her as well for this stupid stunt, which should be seen by them as a public relations disaster.

The ones, however, who really owe her a debt of gratitude are the very Northern Kenucky Right To Life group she so opposses. These are the same bunch of fanatics who once blocked the helicopter landing of Paul Patton, the former Governor of Kentucky, on the grounds of a Covington Catholic Church, necessitating his return to Frankfort. It would be hard to imagine anyone making this bunch look reasonable by comparison, but Sally Jacobsen-just one old fool determined to make a name for herself-has actually suceeded in making them look mainstream, if only for a brief while.