Thursday, February 28, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Sure, it's probably a little unfair to compare Hillary Clinton to Tracy Flick, but no more than comparing Barack Obama to a dumb jock. At this point the campaigns have gotten quite contentious, mainly from the Clinton machine in my opinion. Remember Bill Clinton writing off Obama's win in South Carolina, because Jesse Jackson had also won that state in the past? And the Clintonistas accusing Obama of plagiarism. The only boo during the last debate was when Hillary made the "change you can Xerox" comment. From all I have witnessed - and I've watched and read more about this campaign in the last year than I'd like to admit - Barack Obama has truly run a different campaign. He has inspired millions of people to believe that they can actually be part of the process again. This is quite an accomplishment, particularly after the U.S. Supreme Court awarded the presidency to G.W. back in 2000 to avoid any unrest in the country. What we needed was unrest and the party hacks in the black robes knew exactly that. That's why they gave us the former co-owner of the Texas Rangers and the governor who had put more people to death in Texas than any other governor in history. But all of his rich corporate buddies are richer than they were before he was in office. He claimed in a recent interview that the cost of the war - $275 million dollars per day - is not harming the U.S. economy. He believes it's actually helping the economy. This soulless piece of steaming fecal matter is our president. Compassionate conservative? I think by now we all know a contradiction in terms when we see one, like "military intelligence." The "conservative known as G.W. Bush has amassed a higher national debt than all of the previous U.S. presidents put together. He attacked a country that didn't (and couldn't) attack us. I still remember the photos from the first gulf war of the Iraqi troops who had been immolated in their trucks as they were retreating. I thought to myself at the time, do we attack our enemy when they retreat? Is that allowed in the code of conduct in the manual of war? And trust me. There is a code of conduct. I'm a veteran and know just a little bit about the military industrial complex. It didn't take me long before I realized that, as a country and a government, yes we do attack enemy troops that are retreating from the field of battle. Our armies have also killed women and children, in all of the previous wars including the clusterfuck we're currently involved in. There is always a certain amount of lawlessness in war. It's war. Rules only last so long. I think it was in Tim O'Brien's memoir If I Die in a Combat Zone, where he relates the story of the Christmas ceasefire when one of the troops was killed by a mine. So much for a ceasefire. These right wing veterans that get all up in arms when someone portrays some of the uglier aspects of war (ala Rendition, Redaction, In the Valley of Elah, Ghosts of Abu Ghraib, Taxi to the Dark Side) probably still believe in the Easter Bunny. They also happen to believe in the adage "my country, right or wrong," which frankly causes me to doubt their sanity. If you don't even have the common sense to question authority and not take everything at face value then you are not being a very profitable member of society. You're living off the fat of the land, while others do the hard work. Which of our citizens are eating dust and dying over in Iraq and Afghanistan? The struggling poor and middle class kids, who have been priced out of the higher education system. They have been duped into believing that military service is a viable option. Take my word for it: when you are in the military service you are actually the property of the U.S. government. If you fall asleep under a sun lamp and get sun burnt you could be charged with damage to government property. They put you wherever the fuck they choose upon this big earth of ours and they'll keep sending you back again and again, even if that wasn't the original agreement. This is the United States - treaties are made to be broken.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Below are a couple of videos relating to the politcal campaigns currently going on. If you follow the campaign of Barack Obama you may have already seen these videos. Otherwise, watch the top video first. That's the orginal video created by supporters of Barack Obama. Celebrity supporters, but supporters nontheless. Then watch the bottom video, which pertains to John McCain's saber rattling.
Above is the video created for the Obama campaign by his supporters. When I watched this video this evening it had been viewed 4,253,995 times! It incorporates phrases from some of Barack Obama's speeches with musical accompaniment by Will.i.am of the Black Eyed Peas and others.
Above is the video created using the elements of the Obama "Yes We Can" video to spoof the tired old warhorse John McCain. It's funny and yet...
Well, I’m hoping that I’ve now purged my system of Peter Frampton ephemera for a while and I can get on to more important things. Like Hillary vs. Obama, and McCain vs. Limbaugh. Fuck that noise! I’d rather shove a ten penny nail up my left nostril. I’m speaking metaphorically, of course.
So a short entry just to reaffirm my commitment to maintaining the inanity of blogging.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Jen worked last night, so she slept until three this afternoon after getting home. She performed five euthanasias last night and a necropsy on a dog, whose owner believed that her son was responsible for its death. Jen was hoping to watch Apocalypto after everything slowed down, but she had had enough blood and gore for the night. After she awoke she took Justin over to over to visit with his friend Daniel. I guess they did quite a bit of wrestling. This is the next phase is Justin’s physical development: wrestling.
After checking in and eating at Las Brisas Mexican restaurant I came back to my room. I have to admit that while sitting in my red vinyl booth at the restaurant I had to strong urge to find a local pub that was comfortable and quiet. Of course, there was a certain championship football game on today, so I’m sure that most watering holes had their TVs glued to the big media event. The restaurant did. So instead of being bombarded by noise and commercialism I opted to come back to my room and sit in a hot bath and work on a recent NY Times crossword puzzle. Tomorrow my plan is to head south to the U-district and have lunch at my favorite falafel joint and then catch a matinee of Michael Clayton. Thankfully, Michael Clayton got nominated for a few Oscars, so it’s back in the theatres.
Justin and I took a trip to Bailey-Coy on Capitol Hill this morning. I had heard from a friend that they had a few books I desired in stock. I walked out with four: The Delivery Man by Joe McGinnis, Jr., Living Shadows: Stories: New and Pre-owned by John Shirley, Irreligion by John Allen Paulos, and I found a used copy of Janet & Me: an Illustrated Story of Love and Loss by the cartoonist Stan Mack. I’ve already put a copy of Beautiful Children by Charles Bock on hold at the Edmonds Bookshop. I’m sure I’ll walk out of there with more than that one book. I must support the independent bookstores though. They’re the ones that put so much time and effort into their selection, because they don’t have the space to carry a lot of crap. All this talk of books reminds me that I haven’t read any of Life Itself today. I’m just starting the chapter on how cells divide. I think I’ll direct my 70 trillion cells to finish up this post.