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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
That Sinking Feeling
This is what philosophy has brought us: leaders too boxed in to make the bold decisions necessary to lead us out, people baffled by nightly news soundbites and, soon enough, skyrocketing unemployment as a result.
I find myself lying in bed awake at night thinking about all this. Where would one begin to clean up the mess?
The incoming Administration signaled strongly today that they're going to begin with healthcare by tapping Tom Daschle at HHS. That's a gutsy move, but gutsy moves, it seems to me, are what's called for now.
Either way, we're in for a load of hurt this holiday season. Not even Tom Daschle will manage to stave off that sinking feeling I've got.
Ho. Ho. Ho.
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There Is No God
While I'm a spiritual person, I can no longer ignore the sound reasoning of Hitchens and Dawkins and must come out as an atheist. Should you disagree, I challenge you to give this book or Hitchens' God is Not Great a fair read and come to the same conclusion. If we are to take the next step as a human race towards the amicable resolution of the festering wounds religion has inflicted on the world, we must first confront the animal in us that still trusts in the myths of childhood.
Time to move on.
For more, visit Richard Dawkins here.
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One's fellow men
Words can hurt
You're stupid.
Loser.
Chink.
Jackass.
You're a bitch.
Freak.
Prick.
Redneck.
I don't need you.
Faggot.
Jerk.
Wetback.
Fuckin' retard.
Ugly.
Cracker.
You're fat.
Asshole.
Heeb.
I hate you.
Go fuck yourself.
Towelhead.
Whore.
Dickhead.
Wop.
Go to hell.
Nigger.
You motherfucker.
Cunt.
Kraut.
Shithead.
Lazy.
Hillbilly.
Eat shit.
Queer.
Shut the fuck up.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
Good Thoughts For Lee
Put on the Brakes
But I do see a need to stop all this now before we waste anymore money on this Administration and it's utter incompetence.
While we continue to stress the importance of immediate action to save various industries around the country (believe me, the auto industry is the tip of a rather large and looming iceberg), and while many rightly call for sufficient oversight and regulation for those taxpayer dollars, we seem to be missing a central problem in all this mess: we're asking it of the Bush Administration.
The next perilous two months will be a waste of money if we're asking this government to do it. Ironically, we demand that the auto industry fire its upper management in order to get this money, but we fail to realize that the people replacing those management folks, or at least overseeing them, are the same people who allowed Katrina to devolve, who turned the Iraq War from a mess to a catastrophe and the same people who've bungled everything from education to economics to torture. How can we possibly justify that?
There's no doubt that we're headed off a steep cliff, but I'd at least like to be driven by someone with their eyes pointing forward...
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Focus on money
These rallies have support from Ron Paul and other political and radio personalities. We are also including local news stations in each area of peaceful dissent. To find out if your city is supporting the downfall of a tyrannical system visit Endthefed.us. The issues we have with our Federal Reserve affect everyone on a global level, which is why it is so important to bring down the Fed - think globally, act locally.
The description from the site is as follows:
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On The Journey
We spend so much of our time planning and grasping at the future. We spend so much time reveling and regretting the past. We forget this moment. I love how the graphic art shows the present in the mind of the main focus of the piece. We are here, in the now, and we know we can change the future, but we must start in the present and work our way forward, if done correctly and slowly, to be sure of accuracy, we have the future in our hands. Let us not allow it to slip through like water.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
What's my motivation?
Hey kids!
How about leaders who don't need no stinkin' handlers?
How about leaders who can function without a script and can host events without a script?
Course, we have to p i c k these people...I think in 2008 we've started on the right track.
Speaking of scripts, I think that theatre should be a compulsory subject in high school. That way we would learn to recognize theatrical devices, cutting through the caca, and figure out what's really meant by the monologues of candidates and their various functionaries.
Think of it...any given schoolday, millions of our youth strutting around on stage crying 'what's my motivation?' We used to have Civics class but it hasn't worked so well; so give theatre a chance, I say!
The photos posted so far are all food for thought, though some would threaten contented dining! My 'faves' have got to be those of the Phelps family funeral pickets (they were here a few years ago in support of a Straight Power protester who was censored in his high school). Did it occur to anyone, seeing the photos, putting the children and the words on the signs together, that this was sexual abuse and exploitation of minors, and these folks could have gone right to the slammer? Adults have been sent up on those charges with far less evidence than that.
On with the show!
A Day of Reckoning
The term Gay Pride always struck me as nebulous.
No longer.
Today, amidst the thousands who turned up at City Hall in San Francisco, I came to fully understand the nature of Gay Pride. It's resurfaced and is resurgent in an entirely new generation. All over the country, thanks to the rebirth of democracy through the internet, people took to the streets chanting, demanding change be made real and refusing to be relegated to the bottom of the heap. It was inspiring and moving.
The dramatic irony of the day came as the "organizers" of the protest, with a pathetic sound system and noble effort, attempted to address the crowd at the rally which far exceeded the reach of the speakers. It was clear they hadn't anticipated the turnout and it spoke to me of the failure of the No On 8 Campaign, a traditionally run, mainstream campaign for gay rights where we avoid confronting people with the reality of our existence and instead attempt to circumvent actually talking to people about our issues. But this time we would not be deterred. This time, at our finger tips we have social networks that've allowed us to take control of the narrative, that've allowed us to outgrow any management system that would attempt to control our anger, our pain and our pride. We would not be denied.
The rally became a spontaneous march up to the Castro, the heart of the GLBTQ Community in the world, and as we chanted, held signs high (my "Don't Mess With Dumbledore's Rights" / "W.W.A.D.? - What Would Albus Do?" sign went over particularly well...) I was overwhelmed with the justice of our cause. We will win this because we are right.
Sorry, Mormon Church. No amount of money in the world is going to stop this train...
We're on our way.
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Friday, November 14, 2008
The Evil That Lives In The Heart Of Man...
FROM A LETTER TO MARTIN LUTHER KING, Jr.— June 1, 1965
I believe with all my heart that the monks who burned themselves
did not aim at the death of the oppressors but only at a change
in their policies. Their enemies are not man. They are intolerance,
fanaticism, dictatorship, cupidity, hatred, and discrimination
which lie within the heart of man. These are real enemies of humans,— not humans themselves. In our unfortunate fatherland we are trying to plead desperately: do not kill man, even in man's name. Please kill the real enemies of man which are present everywhere in our very hearts and minds... You cannot be silent since you have already been in action and you are in action because, in you, God is in action.
Thich Nhat Hanh,
Director of the School of Youth for Social Service
of the Buddhist University in Saigon, Viet Nam.
That Funny Feeling
As I walked through the City Center in Oakland, I couldn't help but look at the worried faces of all I passed: decent, hard-working people who've agreed, albeit reluctantly, to mortgage the futures of their children and grandchildren in order to keep some nebulous companies afloat somewhere three-thousand miles away. We are told these companies are "too big to fail" and we are warned of the disaster that would be wrought on our livelihoods should their collapse be allowed. To be honest, no one quite understands why this is so, but we go along anyway, because at the end of the day, we trust these folks put in charge of our safety.
But things keep getting worse.
And this week, a whole new group of folks lined up claiming their own imminent demise. They too, they say, are too big to fail and point to middle-class workers on their assembly lines as if to say: "think of the children".
We do.
And in return we are to write these folks more time and money from the mouths of our children and grandchildren. These folks. The people who refused to modernize their products and help to support environmental standards and healthcare reform. These folks whose bad decisions put us in this pathetic situation in the first place.
When does the madness end?
The price tag of the surgery necessary to repair this economy on life support continues to skyrocket and, indeed, it may go to yet unforeseen heights of absurdity. But if, at the end of the day, the concern rests with those who actually deserve it: the middle-class and lower-class families employed by these barbarous and disastrous companies, why are they not the thrust of any bailout package? Why do we continue to support, prop up and fund executives from A.I.G. who continue to use taxpayer money on luxury spas and hotels? Why do we keep writing checks to the people who brought us to the precipice in the first place?
I believe in the free market when properly regulated. I believe that in order to spur ingenuity and creativity, individuals need to be liberated to pursue their own interests. Google could've come from no other place, nor could the iPhone. But if Google makes a crappy search engine, Google needs to shut down in order that someone who can make a better one is allowed to succeed. That's how it works.
As usual, those who will suffer the worst from all this turmoil are the American workers, and as usual they've been left out of the equation. Instead, we have money funnelled to the people least harmed by their destructive and stupid decisions while the weight of all this broken stuff bears down on the rest of us.
That funny feeling is the crushing burden of carrying fatcats on my shoulders.
So sad my children shall also know the sensation.
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Letter to CP24
I would also like to point out that these are my views and should not be reflected upon anyone else...lest they choose to share them.
Nov. 10th
Marriage Protection Week
NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim the week of October 12 through October 18, 2003, as Marriage Protection Week. I call upon the people of the United States to observe this week with appropriate programs, activities, and ceremonies.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The Great Teacher
Trailer Trash
Tyre empties huddled rats in the cold comfort they were accustomed.
Beside the sink they kept a plastic bin to collect used tea bags.
Scratchy little ticks ran up and down stubby knees.
The children’s names were mumbles, insignificant little shits
Who gathered around in clumps near the park and the street.
You could get a camel through the fathers intellect.
Beer heavy belly with an encyclopaedic knowledge of soaps.
He lounged in a desperate chair that had died and been re-stuffed.
Whilst his lady wife, a loose term for a careworn child bearer,
Lulled her dried elbows in a water lacking suds.
The curtains hung like suspicion in cobwebbed threads.
Dead flies gathered in a testament to unnecessary house work.
Milk bottles fell where the hen pecked child had spent them.
On dirty floors and under crusty seats and beside the cracked door.
A fug of cigarette smoke suspended like death above their knees.
Outside a rancid rodent of a dog ran barking bitter obscenities.
The wind trembled before blowing past the corroded window frames.
A car sat blind eyed and belligerent in a craze of beer crates.
You could gather starlight in the sordid stains that fled the floor.
Forgotten mail ran riot around the broken post box.
Forgotten meals grew green on pitted porcelain plates.
The threat of random violence collected in dusty adjectives.
Expletive high and pointless with a raised ham fist to frighten.
Sundays travelled like Mondays in a redundant haze.
A growing feeling of age old apathy hung brooding and black.
The distant voices of people didn’t intrude beyond the fence.
Television had killed without malicious intent the need for speech.
Just grunts and nods that escaped dry lips and thin heads.
Life began at somewhere where the money went but not here.
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All words by cocaine jesus
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
An Acid Attack
I'm with Hitchens and Dawkins.
The reason?
They were on their way to school.
Do we really need more evidence of the corrupting and violent nature of religion than the blindness of innocent schoolgirls? Intelligent human beings are capable of codifying morality without the obscure absurdism of magic books and invisible creatures that historically tends towards oppression and warfare.
I'm perfectly aware that many will say these are just the "bad" religious people, but I'm quite capable of locating the "good" ones as well, most of them are my neighbors who voted to support Proposition 8 here last week...
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Credit: Ben Smith
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