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You Bleak It, …
Meanwhile, to fund reconstruction without further depleting U.S. coffers, the Iraqis will ask European and Asian nations to contribute $100 billion or more over the next five years.
Do or Die Against Iraq’s Death Squads – July 28, 2006
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Japan on Thursday announced a 3.5 billion yen ($30 million) loan to Iraq on Thursday during the first visit to the country by a cabinet minister since the war.
Japan grants Iraq 3.5 bln yen infrastructure loan – Aug 3, 2006
Exploding Peaches
“CQ … CQ … CQ …”
If you’re a sparkie, you recognize that dial-up.
Tonight, for G-d knows what reason, we had an
incredible skip going. Usually it happens in the
winter, when you’re driving cross-country between
Fargo and Billings, somewhere bum-f–k like that.
Radio stations almost buzzing in your head, so
far away it seems impossible, zow-wow-zzt, and
you’re hearing that the governor of Utah is riding
in a Harley convention this weekend, then listening
to some Florida station talking about two lesbians
starving their daughter to 42 pounds, then Virginia,
some Christian radio station laughing that the $1T
alleged tax cut for neo-rich was just a red herring
to get a minimum wage hike killed in Senate session,
without any incumbent having to look aka Darth Vader,
and besides, someone observes in Wisconsin radio,
from now on, according to another law being passed,
only lobbyists will be allowed to press political
issues with Congress. Lobbyists?
Whiskey … Tango … Foxtrot!
I miss that randomness of the skip, in today’s almost
eutopic media monotone, an electro-shockian dead pan.
Billmon is manic-depressive. I think everyone sees
that after the past week MoA, that the Israeli-Arab
docu-drama holds a whole lot more interest for him(?)
than the tattered old Connecticut Yankee-Arab Show.
And it is a show. George Bush and George Burns are
cut from the same cloth. If GWB stepped away from
the podium with a cigar in one hand and a tumbler
of hootch in the other, single women would throw
their panties at him. That’s Star Reality on TV.
Whiskey … Tango … Foxtrot!
All my Arab friends have one by one been driven
out of the US since 2003, tearful goodbyes, and
then frequent e-mails growing less frequent, and
more cloistered and impersonal, like listening to
the skip from NASA’s latest orbiter to Uranus,
since they know NSA is reading their every word.
There they sit, exiled, “shunned”, Mars on Earth,
some with family still back here in the States.
I thought we just repaid the Japanese for that?
Can you imagine sitting in an aluminum coffin for
six days, much less six months, and then landing
on a red planet that makes the Sahara look like
an oasis, with a 50:50 chance retros will fire?
And NASA’s still dumping $100B deficits into it?
Whiskey … Tango … Foxtrot!
Malooga had a great article the other day about massage,
though it was a little too psy-speak, but you can see it
every day plainly in the media, (go ahead, try it), their
careful use of the third person passive for war coverage:
“e.g. An Israeli fighter plane fired on Qana bunkers….”
or “American B-52’s dropped 2.000 pound “daisy cutters”
or really passive, “shells fired by British artillery”,
as though these machines of war were passively engaged
in blowing up other inanimate humps of no real value.
Then read the “terrorist” coverage. “Abu Wabu Shabu and
his band of cut-throat Arab terrorists beheaded and then
parboiled and ate the screaming English father of four.”
As though this poor sad sack’s death was infinitely more
tragic than the 30 odd children pancaked under the dirt
in Lebanon. If it bleeds, it reads, but only if you
use first person possessive for Arabs, and third person
passive for Yankee-Israeli’s. Psy-ops on your door.
Whiskey … Tango … Foxtrot!
Think about that ‘$1T tax break for the rich’ red herring,
just a classic Newt Gingrich/Karl Rove piece of psy-ops, so
the Rico-Repugs could win-win with a bone to their masters,
and a bone up the people’s arses. You have to hand it to
them in DC, the pol’s are masters at the art of deception.
First Wall Street’s destruction of our national estate
under Clinton, by companies like Goldman Sachs, Brown
Brothers Harriman, Lehman (what kind of surnames are
those?) and then DC’s destruction of our children’s
inheritance under Bush, it makes no difference, since
Carl Icahn, Michael Milken and Ivan Boeski (what kind of
surnames are those?) invented junk bondage, it’s all
been slavery, ever since Ronald Reagan rode into town.
Whiskey … Tango … Foxtrot!
The static clears for a moment, the alien ASEAN tongues
go silent, and there’s a clear English voice from Hong
Kong, describing how 3,000,000 Chinese farmers, or more,
have had their lands simply appropriated for government
factories and commercial office buildings, not even the
bus fare to a Chinese maqiladora sweat shop in FuChien.
Of course, the Clinton’s and the Neo’s both completely
failed to anticipate how a tiny trade deficit and a tiny
oil price hike could overwhelm the US economy, given that
China is Communist (hello!) and Saudi an oligarchy (hello!)
both enemies of a democratic peoples, both vertical martial
economies able to leverage even a tiny surplus trade into
permanent majority ownership of America’s estate.
At least we didn’t trade it away for a handful of beads!
Have you seen the Neo National Superhighway proposed for
Texas, Oklahoma and Kansas, reaching from Mexico’s deep-
water ports, clear to Saskatchewan? Cheap Chinese dark
plastic gew-gaws in, on non-union Mexican trucks. Canadian
and American grains and meats back out again, on a mile-
wide intermodel truck-train jugular. Whoosh! Ker-flushh!!
Whiskey … Tango … Foxtrot!
In the universe of death, the Israeli holocaust runs a
distant also-ran behind the slaughter of the American
Indian millions, the slaughter of Cambodian millions,
and starvation by edict of the Chinese ten millions.
In the universe of pain, 900 Lebanese runs a neptunian
also-ran compared to Sudan, Uganda, you name it. So why
are three billionaire Israeli’s making an unsolicited
buy-out attempt of the highly influential LA Times?
And why is every Israeli’s hurt flogged in US public?
Whiskey … Tango … Foxtrot!
Hey, B’mon is fun to read, very brilliantly refined
satire at times, but there’s a lot more out there and
a lot more wisdom to be distilled than, “The Israeli’s
Are Losing!” nee “Israeli’s October Surprise!” whipsaw.
http://www.dni.gov/nic/special_globaltrends2010.html
http://csat.au.af.mil/2025/index.htm
The best survival strategy now is:
1) stay alive, and
2) avoid taxes, and
3) if in doubt, refer to 1) above.
The rest is gravy….
And one last pfft-zzt on the radio: Carlyle Group has just hired away a hedge fund strategist from Deutsche Bank. Like Warren Buffet and George Soros, Carlyle and the NeoCons are abandoning America, like the Titanic with its hair on fire.
And now for your moment of zen:
moutonnee – adj.(Fr.) Humped like a sheep’s back.
[Ex. American people have a moutonnee relationship
with their financial and governmental institutions.
alt verb form: Americans are getting moutonneed by
their financial and governmental leadership.]
Au revoir!
Posted by: Peristroika Shalom | Aug 5 2006 5:46 utc | 13
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