Sunday, October 30, 2005

Everybody must get stoned


Hello dear friends.

I haven't had a great deal to say lately. I believe I'm suffering from what they call cognitive dissonance. The world around me doesn't seem to be jelling quite well with the facts that I know. Two separate realities dwelling together so closely are bound to do strange things to the human mind.

The war continues, the exposed lies pile up, yet the safe little world here in America remains unaffected.

After all the the sound and fury of Fitzgerald's investigation into the Plame case, the awesome fury of American justice descends upon..... a guy named Scooter. I wasn't the least bit surprised or angry.

Call me immature, call me uneducated about The Way Things Are, but considering I believe and hope that the current gang of criminals should be tried and convicted by an international court and then each one sent to prison for life at hard labor, I'm just not cheered by the thought of Scooter doing a couple of years at Club Med and then going on the conservative lecture circuit to make millions.

The murdered in Iraq and Afghanistan deserve better.

"But Robert, the Plame investigation wasn't about Iraq!"

Fuck you, voice in my head. Everybody with an ounce of honesty knows what this group in Washington has done. If we had an honest opposition party(!) then we would have the evidence of it.

Instead we get to watch these traitors to democracy get more power and wealth as honest people who do not want to tell lies for a living struggle to get by. I literally get physically ill when I think about it.

Am I down? Not really. Just numb. You look at the mostrosities of injustice and greed that serve as the rulers of our fragile earth and how can you not feel overwhelmed?

That's easy. Do what 90% of "civilized" people in developed countries do. Yawn and change the channel. Pray to your selfish god to take you away from all of this. Or get stoned. Real, real stoned.

Yeah. That sounds about right.

You can't unlearn it. The knowledge that the good guys almost never win. Sure, the bad guys often suffer a great and powerful fall in the end, but not before they have taken a heavy toll on the world around them. No wonder people invented punishment in the afterlife. It was either that or stay stoned.

Real, real stoned.

Set phasers to re-decorate

Mr. Sulu has announced that he's gay. Here is the photographic evidence.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005



Saturday, October 22, 2005

Dreaming by day

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

Thomas E. Lawrence

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

In legal Matters

A Texas court issued a warrant today for Tom Delay.

For me, this is the money shot:

DeLay, R-Texas, could be fingerprinted and photographed, although his lawyers had hoped to avoid this step. DeLay probably will surrender in his home county of Fort Bend, near Houston, but he could go to any law enforcement office in Texas. His court appearance will be in Austin.

I don't know if Delay will ever serve a moment of jail time, but a Tom Delay mugshot is something I would dearly love to have.

Also today:

MADRID, Spain — A judge has issued an international arrest warrant for three U.S. soldiers whose tank fired on a Baghdad hotel during the Iraq war, killing a Spanish journalist and a Ukrainian cameraman, a court official said Wednesday.

When reached for comment, one of the soldiers was quoted as saying:" Yew mean we caint just shewt anybody we want to? What the hayel kind of war is this? My daddy brought home a trunkfull of ears from Vietnam, and my granddaddy drove around for months with the corpse of a Japanese officer strapped to the hood of his pickup truck whe he came home from Dubya Dubya Two. And you're gonna try to charge me with somethin' for usin' that motel for target practice? Sheeeit!"

I love it when a plan comes together

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Stop Children, What's That Sound?


One man's opinion:

This is the most dangerous time in years of dangerous times. Fitzgerald is expected to announce indictments this week in the Plame case.

Just look at who may be caught up in the net.

If Cheney and friends are capable of half the things I believe they're capable of, this could be one ugly situation.

Now we will see how far these nut jobs are willing to go.

I'm not the only one to feel it.

My paranoid, tin foil hat-wearing advice to anyone living in large cities, New York, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta and such, be very careful, and very suspicious.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

In God's Country


I heard this on the way to work today. It's been a while, but the lyrics came back to me even as I listened to them. The song has been rolling around in my head all day, thought I'd share.

In God's Country


Desert sky
Dream beneath a desert sky
The rivers run
But soon run dry
We need new dreams tonight
Desert rose
Dreamed I saw a desert rose
Dress torn in ribbons
And in bows
Like a siren she calls (to me)
Sleep comes like a drug...In God's Country
Sad eyes crooked crosses...In God's Country

Set me alight
We'll punch a hole right through the night
Everyday the dreamers die
And see what's on the other side

She is Liberty
And she comes to rescue me
Hope, faith, her vanity
The greatest gift is gold
Sleep comes like a drug...In God's Country
Sad eyes crooked crosses...In God's Country

Naked flame
She stands with a naked flame
I stand with the sons of Cain
Burned by the fire of love

Burned by the fire of love

Saturday, October 15, 2005

True Colors

At least they're not trying to hide it anymore:

I've heard Neal Boortz before.

He's an idiot.

It was Dick Cheney, in the book depository, with a remote control.


Ladies and gentlemen, I want your honest opinion.

What do you believe happened on September 11, 2001?

Do you believe it was 19 men whose hatred of American foreign policy led them to the most desperate of acts?

Or do you believe that there was a conspiracy within our own government to make or allow this to happen?

Or both?

Or neither?

I can start off the discussion with my own opinion.

I don't know what happened that sunny morning that seems so many ages ago.

The case for a terrorist attack, in my humble opinion, has not been proven beyond a reasonable doubt. Then again Dick Cheney laughing madly while piloting remote controlled airliners into buildings doesn't feel right either.
I think the truth lies somewhere in between.
The selling point for me? Wargames being run on the morning of 9/11 simulating the hijacking and suicide attacks against buildings in the U.S.
Leap forward to July 7, 2005. Bombings in the subways of London. In the exact location at the exact time as exercises were being run by a private security company with ties to British intelligence. These exercises? Bombs going off on the London the exact the exact place...... where the actual bombs went off.

We have some truly brilliant scientists and academics that visit this blog, God alone knows why.

I want some of you brainiacs with experience in statistics to figure out a way to tell me the odds of these two occurrences being so darn similar. Really, don't you think that would be interesting?

That's only one oddity in a story odd enough to raise suspicion in anyone paying attention.

It reminds me of the conclusion I reached as a much younger and innocent man regarding John Kennedy's last visit to Texas.
I had thought it dead history. Something that had no real bearing on the future.

My conclusion:

Something very strange happened in Dallas on November 22, 1963.

That's all. So much evidence pro and con regarding conspiracy and that world-class shooter Oswald, I didn't believe it would ever be solved nor did I really care. I went back to sleep like a good sheep. At odd moments my mind would return to Dallas and all the questions like a recurring dream. I suppose it was my subconscious telling me something was deadly wrong with the whole circus we call our society. A glitch in my own private Matrix.

But then:

Thirty eight years later, something strange happened in New York, Washington, and Pennsylvania.

Four years later something strange happened in London.

The United States let slip it's dogs of war like never in history, thumbing it's nose at international law and any appearance of common decency.

Kennedy's death resulted in millions dead in Asia, and billions made by big business and the politicians they owned.

We are currently murdering the country of Iraq, and the corporations.....

Well, you know.

What was a simple question turned into a much longer post than I intended and a half-assed history lesson.

The question remains. What do you believe happened on September 11, 2001?

Bread, Circuses, and Target

It's weird living in America these days. Everything is getting bigger, louder, faster, more more more.

For those of you that don't know, Target is a chain of discount stores like Wal-Mart. Now Wal-Mart loves my area of the south. From where I'm sitting, there are within five minutes drive two huge Wal-Mart Superstores. These things take up acres. Well, just across the street from one of these monstrosities, they've now opened what can only be described as a Super Target. You could fit two modern aircraft carriers quite comfortably inside our new Target. It has restaurants and a Starbucks inside it.

Just down the street a new cineplex has opened. It has 14 screens, stadium seating in each theatre, large reclining chairs and serves, I kid you not, gourmet popcorn.

I'm amazed. This sort of thing is apparently happening all over the south, large sections of what was once green and habitable land are becoming Wal-Target-Carmike Cinemas- Best Buy- Barnes and Noble-Chinese Buffet nightmares.

So it occurs to me as I'm wondering dazed through the glittering assortment of crap that's on display( yes, I went to the monster Target, and yes on my infrequent visits to the cinema I will indulge myself in stadium seating and try to find out what gourmet popcorn is, I never said I was innocent in all of this) just what is it America is trying to drown out with all this noise and eye candy?

Murderous wars of choice, soaring debt, shrinking democracy, and corrupt leaders perhaps?

If we stop shopping and viewing, we might notice all these things and more.

The death of our environment. Lies of religion. Our basic mistreatment of our fellow humans.

My little family and I are slowly emerging from the American nightmare. We, thanks to my wife's financial wizardry and living very frugally, are almost out of debt. Credit card debt is like an encouraged addiction here. We're almost free.

We got rid of our cable TV. It was, for the most part, 100 channels of shit and lies. I loved The Learning, Discovery, and History channels, but I'm convinced television has become one of the most dangerous drugs of all. You can watch 24 hour news networks and walk around with the illusion that you're informed. I've also learned that much of history has, shall we say, been sanitized for our protection. Or should I say, for the protection of those in power.

I don't want or intend to live in a shack in the woods with no running water or anything near as drastic. It's just that the American "culture" has become so violent, gaudy, and mindless. It's really toxic to the soul.

Without the media, I read more. I talk to my wife and play with my son more. I'm angrier at what the world is becoming or has already become, because I use the internet to get many different views of the events of the day. I write more.

I'm wide awake to just how dangerous the delusions are and just how deep the denial of reality really is in this country. Everyday I check out right-wing blogs. Apparently, things are going quite well in Iraq and we are kicking ass in the War on Terror. Bush would be the greatest president in history if the media would just leave him alone and stop reporting their liberal lies.
I'm not exaggerating. This is what the right blogosphere is saying. Just like Vietnam, the bloodthirsty and ignorant cannot accept that we are the bad guys. We are the ones in the wrong and we owe the world an apology and the people of Iraq and Afghanistan reparations.

Meanwhile, the shiny, distracting things multiply. The food gets richer and more unhealthy. The voices telling the lies get louder and more aggressive.

And I sit here trying to figure out how to be sane when insanity is the norm, and Wal-Mart and Target are eating the world.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Pigzits, get it?

Time out of the political fray to say a good, hearty fuck you to the wacky fundamentalists who absolutely hate anything that inspires children to use their imagination. Never mind that millions of children who might not have gotten into reading have done so with the Harry Potter series. Never mind that these books hold children's, teenager's and adult's attention without the soul-crushing exploitation common to almost every "reality" show on television.

Never mind that as long as anyone, anywhere is having an independent or creative thought the fundies won't be happy.

So they make shit like this.

I hate 'em. I swear I do. I wish the whole bunch would just get raptured right the hell away so the species could grow up.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Time Wounds All Healing


Time just keeps rolling on. That's what time does best really. Face it, time is most often not a friend to humans. In time, what doesn't stop working sags, and what doesn't sag turns grey. Then again, I'll take aging any day over the alternative.

How do the men who run our country imagine that they will get away with the massive and evil crimes that they keep committing as if laws themselves do not apply to them?

They believe they have that sneaky old bastard time on their side. And in any other place and time in American politics they would be right.

When Gerald Ford pardoned Richard Nixon for his role in Watergate, it sent a powerful yet mostly unspoken message to the country and the rest of the world:

American presidents are above the law.

Both sides play the game. If Bill Clinton had been found snorting cocaine off the breasts of a dead underage hooker in the White House shortly before he left office, Bush would have pardoned him with a wink and a smile. Because that's just how the game is played.

Ever-slippery time comes into play with the opinions of the American people. Really, how many people are still pissed that tricky Dick didn't see the inside of a jail cell for trying to subvert everything our country stands for? For that matter, the illegal invasion of Iraq is all but forgotten under Bush's incredibly brilliant, Hey We're There, Might As Well Break Some Shit
plan for the rebuilding and democratizing of the Middle East. Try pointing out that every Iraqi death during the invasion and occupation was murder in the legal and moral sense of the word and just marvel at the blank stares and tired wheezes of "but they hate our Freedoms".

Never mind that anyone with access to the internet can go online and show you the international laws against waging aggressive warfare, never mind that, we've got to fight them over there so we don't have to fight them here. In time all of this mindless bloodshed will just pass us by, right?

The Iraqis will bury their tens or hundreds of thousands (who really keeps track of those bothersome statistics) of dead, our soldiers will come home minus their limbs and sanity. They will be bitter and mostly shunned by the shiny happy society they thought they were protecting, just like the generation that fought in Vietnam. In a few years, talented directors and actors will start portraying the "truth" of the war in films and we will all shake our heads at the uselessness of it all. People will talk about the bold vision and courage to show the horrors of war as if there wasn't something we could do about it at the time. As if the war just happened by accident. It may not take years. In what has got to be the most disgusting idea for a television show in history, the same lovely people that brought you Fox News have given us Over There. A drama, a weekly television show, about the war in Iraq. I haven't seen it. I don't want to see it. It's wrong and repugnant and brings up the question, who is watching this? The families of soldiers aren't watching it. I'm sure they have enough worries without this shit. I doubt the soldiers themselves want to see "the reality of war" brought to them between commercials for erection pills. Anti-war people like me aren't watching it. The thought of it makes me break out in hives. So just who is this war porn aimed at? That's right, the true believers. It's propaganda at it's finest. I don't have to see it to know. If it shows Iraqis being gunned down by the dozens by laughing Marines singing the Star Spangled Banner, it still will never come close to even approximating the crimes that this war has, is, and will be breeding for generations to come.

Bush? He believes he will spread democracy like some sort of ideological pollen, retire, and spend the rest of his days on the lecture circuit making $50,000 a speech, basking in the glow of patriotic Americans as he attends church services across the nation to tell his wide eyed followers how he kept them safe from Satan's minions. He believes, rightly so, that all he has to do to hold these groups in the palm of his hand is to bring up 9/11 often and look sad when he does it. He believes his future is bright and blessed.


Hell no.

George W. Bush, with your God as my witness you will not know peaceful days after the horror you have wrought. There will be no golden pastures for you my fake little cowboy. You see, even if you manage to get out of office without over-reaching your authority to the point that half of America decides to take up arms to stop you. Even if you manage to wrangle a pardon from your successor for all of the laws you have broken, you will face justice.

Oh I'm not talking about the pie in the sky sweet bye and bye divine justice that small-minded people comfort themselves with to avoid dealing with difficult problems.

I'm talking about the rest of the world. I'm talking about me and the people like me. You see we are angry enough to do all sorts of things right now, but our anger is a pale shadow compared to those young men and women in Iraq who are fighting the occupation. How much greater is their anger? How much anger is in the hearts of American fathers and mothers who will know that their children, their precious children, died because YOU had to be " a war president". You are not alone in the responsibility for this. There are many who will spend the rest of their days answering for their parts in this. But it all comes back to you, George. Without you and your small mind and big ego this tragedy would not have happened.

Lyndon Johnson would not have stood before the International Criminal Court for Vietnam nor would Reagan for Iran Contra. Or even you own father for scorching the earth and sky just to keep the oil profits in the right hands.

But time, that you hope will hide your crimes and let people forget what you and yours have done, is not on your side in this one. Because the anger is too great and your enemies are too many and too motivated for your crimes to go unpunished.

You should pray to your God, President Bush, that the punishment you face will be at the hands of the International Criminal Court in the Hague.

It's really the best that you can hope for.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Hijacked planes on the grassy knoll


Doing some reading on "conspiracy theories" I ran across an interesting article from 2003:

B mentioned that all of this feels a bit surreal, like being in a movie.


Morpheus: The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work... when you go to church... when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

Neo: What truth?

Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.

Jim Garrison: I don't, I can't... I can't believe they killed him because he wanted to change things. In our time. In our country.
X: Well they've been doing it all through history. Kings are killed, Mr. Garrison, politics is power, nothing more! Oh, don't take my word for it, don't believe me. Do your own work, your own thinking.
Jim Garrison: I can't. The size of this is... beyond me. Testify?
X: Me?
Jim Garrison: Testify.
X: Ha ha. No chance in hell. No, I'd be arrested and gagged, maybe sent to an institution, maybe worse, you too. Now I can give you the background, but you have to find the foreground, the little things. Keep digging. Remember, you're the only person to bring a trial in the murder of John Kennedy. That's important, it's historic

And some days:

King Arthur: I am your king.
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you.
King Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Woman: Well how'd you become king then?
[Angelic music plays... ]
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king.
Dennis: [interrupting] Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

A nuclear winter would take care of that pesky global warming


Thank you Barnita for pointing this out:


There seems to be a lot of conflicting information bouncing around. The fault is mine for not speaking more precisely.

I'm here to clear things up.

Green September is not, I repeat, not a violent organization. We do not condone threats or violence against anyone.

At this time Green September is an information gathering and investigative peaceful resistance group. We are dedicated to fighting, within the boundaries of the law, the agenda of the corporate/ Neo-Con cabal in power in Washington.

In the future, if more decisive and extreme measures are required to resist tyranny, we will decide in our individual hearts and minds what path we will follow. It will be made crystal clear to all members if there is to be a shift in the goals and tactics of our group. If such a shift is necessary, we will be prepared because of the planning and intelligence gathering capabilities we are now working on individually and as a group.

Some would argue that the time for extreme and direct action is now. If you believe this, then I suggest you find and organization more dedicated to those particular goals.

I do not believe that time is now. I do not intend to be a part of some ineffectual resistance born out of anger and frustration which strikes blindly and amateurishly at whatever target of opportunity that presents itself.

I intend to be well prepared, well funded, and well trained if the worst case scenarios come to pass.

Patience, awareness, and preparation are the missions of Green September at this time.

Friday, October 07, 2005



A 7.6 earthquake has hit parts of Pakistan, India, and Afghanistan.

Barnita, please let us know you're OK.

The banner of Green September

In my sidebar you see the new banner for Green September.

The green field is obvious. I chose green because it is the color of life. The color of things that grow and thrive in the light of the sun.

The symbol is a form of the rune Hagal.

The practical meaning for the rune Hagal was hail. In ye olden days hail was a terrible and feared force destruction for crops. Fields would be flattened and transformed after being pounded by hail. So the more esoteric or spiritual aspect of Hagal is transformation. Often violent transformation as nature can often do. However, after the transformation the soil has been watered and prepared for what will come after. For renewal, and for hope.

I hope that America can have that renewal after the storm has passed.

The choice of a runic symbol may be controversial, yet I feel it is the right one. The Nazis used runic symbols in their lore, uniforms, and banners and they are still associated with many white supremacist groups.

During a concert in 1987, Bono of U2 introduced the song, Helter Skelter by saying, "This is a song Charles Manson stole from the Beatles, we're stealin' it back."

For too long this great heritage of the Northlands has been tainted by the actions of violent hate-mongers.

The Nazis stole the runes.

We're stealin 'em back.

In case you're wondering where the idea came from, I'm a huge fan of the Runes. During a rough time in my life a few years back I needed something to distract my mind. I taught myself the Runes and spent many hours writing my thoughts in Runic script. I found writing anything in Runes to be relaxing, a form of therapy. I may be the only person on the face of the earth to have copied The Art of War, pages and pages of hymns from the Rig Veda, and Gibran's The Prophet into Runic.

It's not fancy and I'm no artist, but it carries power and hope and that's good enough for me.

If you would like to place this version on you blog feel free. If you would like to design your own variation feel free. If you hate it, tell me and we can work on it. This is our banner people, you have as much say as I do. Be honest.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

If you look over your shoulder you will see the other side of the looking glass


All of you interested in the Tularemia story in Washington should check this one out:

UPDATE: In what is surely my most horrifying smack my hand to my forehead moment, I realized something.

Tularemia presents with flu-like symptoms. Chancellor Bush wants to declare martial law in case of a major bird flu outbreak.

Took me long enough.

Speak the truth or shut the hell up


Common Dreams has become a tiresome whine-fest. Yes we know corporations are bad, and Bush is the devil. We are well aware things are not pleasant in Iraq.

How 'bout some of you "writers" finding out just how the hell tularemia wound up on the Mall a few weeks back. Or what's up with British SAS playing terrorists in Basra, or exactly who the hell blew up London.


Well, at least David Michael Green has a good question for the Fundies:

As for the rest of you, we'll come get you out from under the bed when it's over.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Cry Havoc


This is the most important message I have ever posted here.

There is an awful sense of dread in my various communications in cyberspace.
I can't explain it any better than that.
A feeling as if somehow, somewhere a line has been crossed from which there is no return.

What was it?

Was it the fact that Bush has nominated his own lawyer to be what amounts to the swing vote on the Supreme Court?

Or was it that the Democratic leadership was thrilled with the idea?

Or was it the words "martial law" tossed around so casually by the media when discussing how the president wants to deal with a potentially nasty flu outbreak here in the U.S.?

Whatever it was, I believe.

I can no longer play second- rate Hamlet and bemoan the lack of "real, solid evidence" of the coming storm.

The storm is here.

It's all real. The London Bombings, September 11, the war in Iraq to fill the coffers of the corporate ruling class. It's all real and all happening now. I have been blind. I was too afraid to see. It's not yet too late, but I do hear the chimes at midnight.

The right-wing talking heads and bloggers will continue to deny it even as the tanks roll down our streets and the fences and the razor wire go up.

What else can they do? This is their reality. In it, I'm a terrorist sympathizer, a traitor that wants to bring down the legitimate and God-blessed government of the greatest nation in the world.

I deserve whatever happens to me.

How much longer will you and I have this forum to communicate? I don't know.

I'm quite sure that one day in the interest of national security the internet will have to be routed through the approved government/corporate servers with the proper filtering programs installed to protect everyone against dangerous ideas.

A year ago I would have called myself paranoid. Not today.

So my questions to you Green September are these: Are you ready?

Do you believe?

Just here. This small handful we have gathered together, are some the most brilliant and aware people I have ever met.

I ask you. No, I beg you, my friends. Look deep within yourselves and think deeply about how committed you are to each and every one of us here.

You know who you are, you have trusted me with your names and your locations and soon the time may come when our commitment to freedom and justice may be put to the test.

There are some that have asked to remain separate for now for their own security and others that I know will join us in time.

There are some that haven't even posted here but I know you're out there.

Watching. Afraid. I don't blame you.

I'm afraid too.

So this is what we will do.

I want our members that are in countries other than the United States to be giving serious thought as to what you can do to shelter and aid in transportation those of us here in the States that may soon become "political refugees".

To clarify, how many of you would be willing and able, perhaps on short notice, to take into your home a couple or even a small family for a period of time?

This is where it gets serious my friends. If playing political dissident on the internet is just something you do to unwind at the end of the day, this is the time to exit stage left.

I want to have plans in place in case God-only-knows what happens and people have to run.

It's just that plain and simple.

Considering I haven't even heard most of your voices, nor you mine, this is an incredible thing to be asking.

But these seem to be incredible times.

I told you all before that I would never endorse any plan of action unless it was well thought out and that our plans would bear some resemblance to reality.

Well this is step one. Preparation of safe harbors.

I want you to think long and hard about what you believe and what you are willing to do in these darkening days my dear friends, because this is no game.

Life is like a box of chocolates


The good folks at Operation Yellow Elephant have the lowdown on Army recruiting.
See, I said lowdown instead of The 411 because I was around when playground equipment was made with jagged steel and "must see tv" meant that you really had to see it then because there wasn't anything to record it on.

I really don't know what prompted that gratuitous flashback.

How would you like to be patrolling the mean streets of, hell, anywhere in Iraq right now and you find out that Uncle Sam is sending you replacements with the IQ of a block of wood?

Of course, someday that fine young man or woman could grow up to be the President and start their own war.

'Merka truly is the land opportunity.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


Thank you Jeysus!

Former Judge Roy Moore is running for governor of the great inbred state of Alabama.

To me Moore represents the ugly, bigoted face of evangelical Christianity in America.

(If you think I'm being too harsh on the great inbred state of Alabama, I have spent a lot of time there and have friends that actually live there, I know of what I speak)

Gawd himself apparently told Roy to run for governor. I will leave you to wonder about the arrogance of politicians believing that the supposed creator and maintainer of the Universe is involved in the political lives of these assholes.

After all, Gawds track record of picking candidates is simply stellar:

"I feel like God wants me to run for President. I can't explain it, but I sense my country is going to need me. Something is going to happen... I know it won't be easy on me or my family, but God wants me to do it."
--George W. Bush commenting to Texas evangelist James Robinson in the run-up to his presidential campaign

I'm looking forward to an enjoyable campaign.

I think I may need some form of psychological help.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

You just can't make this stuff up


Look everybody! Another strange coincidence! Of course, it took a French news service to report it.

WASHINGTON - A deadly bacteria listed among bioterrorism agents was detected in the US capital last month during a mass protest against the Iraq war.

Demonstrators gather outside the White House on September 24. A deadly bacteria listed among bioterrorism agents was detected in the US capital last month during a mass protest against the Iraq war.

District of Columbia Health Director Doctor Gregg Pane told WTOP Radio late Saturday that biological agent monitors on the National Mall, an esplanade in downtown Washington, gave positive readings for a small amount of tularemia on September 24 and 25.

The sensors are operated by the Department of Homeland Security, but officials were not notified of the potential hazard until Friday, according to Pane.


The Washington Post reported Sunday that national security officials believe the bacteria was probably not intentionally spread.

"There is no known nexus to terror or criminal behavior. We believe this to be environmental," the paper quoted Russ Knocke, spokesman for the Department of Homeland Security, as saying.

Tularemia is mostly found in animals. It can be air and waterborne.

If it is used as a bioweapon it is most likely airborne. If it was in the water or in animals, how the hell did it set off an alarm?

Let me get this straight, a "terrorist" sneezes somewhere in the Middle East and Homeland Security raises the threat level, but a potential bioweapon attack on the Mall in Washington isn't even made public for a whole goddamned week?



Hello to my fellow dissidents and dreamers.

You may have noticed that I haven't mentioned much about Green September as an organization in a while, and there are reasons. I have been speaking quietly with several other members of the growing internet resistance and listening to some good advice and ideas.

Here is the bottom line as far as our status. As I mentioned before we are scattered across the globe and that limits us a bit as far as organizing direct actions, civil disobedience and such.This I think may turn out to be a good thing if things turn to shit as quickly as they seem to be on the world stage. Yes the Neo-Cons are on the ropes with Bush's ratings plummeting, yes Delay is in deep trouble and it looks like Rove may be in some reeeeel trouble. but one thing I've learned is that when you corner dangerous animals, they are more apt to do dangerous and destructive things to save themselves.

I have not gone out of my way to advertise this blog. I want it to be low key and under the radar for now. If I need to contact you, I have your information to do so. If I have anything I don't want prying eyes to see, I can reach you. This is just a sort of meet up place where we can just exchange thoughts and words and stay in touch. We are Green September. Our hearts, our minds, our drive to change the world. This blog is simply our public face.

Wise advisors of mine have said that now is the time of organization. Writing representatives, marching, and other forms of protest are well and good, but as I say distance limits us. Even those of us in the states are scattered. Right now I'm enjoying getting to know all of you better and consequently we begin trusting each other more as well. Deep in my heart I believe that the time may come when our group may meet face to face to be agents of change that we all know must come for our world to survive the rising fascism.

For right now my instructions for Green September and our associates are to keep your eyes and minds open. Learn as much as you can about history, politics and the ideas of revolution. When you have the opportunity, tell people what's really going on. You all know there are terrible questions about government complicity in terrorism as far as September 11 and the London bombings and God knows how many others. Learn as much as you can and share it with all of us.

I hope that someday, we can all meet in a warm and happy place simply as friends and talk about how close the world came to having a Fourth Reich. That is a good wish but our insane governments have proceeded so far down the road to destruction, I'm not sure they won't have to play out to their bloody and horrible conclusions. We shall see.

For now, stay alert, stay in touch, and learn.