Tuesday, August 31, 2010
It began with this post which indicated he hadn't heard of Glenn Beck until recently - a thing which baffles me but I know the man is good and sincere so it must be true. He writes, "...We sometimes forget how great this nation is, today..." Bullshit! It most assuredly is NOT great - not in any sense of the word. Perhaps in great danger, yes. Can he seriously be so far out of touch with the matters of today that he cannot see the truth? I do not consider myself to be "fringe". Rather, I am quite driven by fact and truth - what IS. Not what seems to be.
Billy hits this one straight and true re: the targeting of Glenn Beck, "...Of course, it wouldn't do to simply offer to have him killed, which would be most un-civilized, and nevermind about all that "remove from the public eye forever" jazz: get your mind out of those concrete overshoes. No. It would suffice to have the witch burned metaphorically..."
You can see in that single action that what you are and what you prize are nothing to these people. Nothing. And do not think for a moment that Friedlander wouldn't have Glenn's ass up against a wall if he thought he could get someone else to pull the trigger for him. One only hopes that in this act Friedlander has forever blown his cover and he is now known far and wide for what he truly is.
Last night I was thinking on much - so many concerns these days and how to manage them all. I took refuge in this piece - a bit of stark beauty.
Lovely...it contrasted completely with the images I'd looked at earlier. Images that, even in their day, were considered too much to air. So much like the images of 9/11, no? Too much for the little people to deal with, we'll just shunt it off into an archive. Or maybe just toss a mosque up - that'll distract `em from all the nasty war dead.
A great deal of the history that you and I know is being erased from human memory. It will be as though it never happened. It is necessary in order for it all to take place once again without the initial feints being detectable, before that rotting scent is identified. Would that all children 13-18 were made to watch that - made to see the truth of what happens when ones desire to perfect a world is wrought against the will of those who do not make the cut. I would not be surprised to find several children in that grouping that are unaware that the event even took place.
Precursors...indicators...links within links...the sort of thing in this - admittedly lengthy - video is how I put things together. For no end, really. It is more of a scrap book of truths laid bare so that I can nod and say, "Yes, yes - I see..."
At approximately 1:05 you can see the "revolving door" from corporation to governmental leadership role and back again. You think you can vote your way out of this wreckage. In that slender space of 15 minutes you are able to see why it ain't necessarily so. Would you have thought that people could move through a decade, looking ahead that far and moving their pieces on the chessboard to manage that future, maintain those contacts through one administration and another? It takes a special kind of liar to manage it. You have to be utterly without scruple. Because you have to either not care in the least or lie to yourself every day that you are doing the right thing.
And in the meanwhile the world keeps turning and we just keep on hoping that we have enough to eat and the internet stays up. Like that "thin blue line" there is another line - between those who are seriously considering what we face as a nation and those who figure they can tough it out and just reboot it in 2012. As if that will change a thing. As if there aren't another set who've moved their pawns around for a decade, waiting for their turn.
None of it so important...none of it - not until it becomes your skin in the game, your pretty, precious living and breathing self against that wall. Just that by the time you find yourself there your options are winnowed down to one: dying well.
Good luck with that.
Monday, August 30, 2010
I think tomorrow they'll have this in mind - wonder how the Electra Glide will run through it (real fun starts at 4:00m).
And then...egads, I dread how much I'll have to hear about it later...the KISS concert, front and center. No, I am not a fan. I am quite ambivalent.
Most of my time is spent going outside with the dogs to permit them space for this activity. Ranger has finally figured out which end is which when is comes to his...romantic affections. I suspect he hasn't been a complete success (not that it matters since he is "fixed") but it is amusing to see him being so "manly".
As you can see, they play their wolfy dominance games and it looks (and sounds) ferocious but it very rarely gets out of hand - usually when Kota has had enough and snaps back at him with sincere warning.
She remains my constant companion and is learning that she cannot paw at me with full strength (enough to slice a tiny bit off my lip recently - which found me launching full on her, hands in ruff and teeth on neck to make clear who is the queen bitch in this pack). We mash her giant paw in our hand with firmness - enough to get the point across. It has worked wonders.
Nicknamed the Giant Leaper, she can easily - flat footed - jump nearly 5 foot high with hardly any effort. It is stunning, really, to see her be suddenly at eye height without warning. And it is a reminder of what she is under that pretty Husky coat. (BTW, this pic is how I think of her when my back is turned...)
And so we three wait for Trooper's return, caring for things neglected rather than being restless. The time will pass soon enough. Absence making the heart grow fonder and all that..
Thursday, August 26, 2010
I happen to be fond of the Bacon! shirt, myself...
Ah, yes, the heady early days of the internet...my favs on the list? Impossible to pick but...
33. Not allowed to chew gum at formation, unless I brought enough for everybody.
34. (Next day) Not allowed to chew gum at formation even if I *did* bring enough for everybody.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
More disturbing is this snippet:
"...Representatives from the Gallup Organization governance index pioneer, Dr. Robert Rotberg, joined the discussion by phone on the second day. Following these conversations with rating and indexing specialists, the scholars worked to finalize the index, including its methodology and measurable indicators [ie, Shariah Index 4.0]. ...After the formal meetings concluded, Cordoba staff worked one-on-one with a number of the scholars, soliciting additional information requested by the ratings experts prior to their formal work on the Index as well about the Indexing methodology and the book, with significant work with Gallup and Dr. Rotberg"
Interestingly, it appears that the same good doctor worked on a little symposium for this . And guess who else is involved in same? Sara Sewall who just happened to be, "...one of candidate Barack Obama's foreign policy advisers and subsequently worked for the Obama transition, overseeing program review in the national security area, including the Department of State, DoD, DHS, foreign assistance, and Intelligence Community agencies; founder and Faculty Director of the Mass Atrocity Response Operations (MARO) Project, a collaborative effort between the Carr Center for Human Rights Policy, and the U.S. Army Peacekeeping and Stability Operations Institute..."
An interesting dive into that PKSOI site revealed this paper, drafted by these guys about Transitional Law Enforcement. Now, for it being couched in terms of international relations and support of Mass Atrocity Response, it sure does seem to reference the use of U.S. Military (or Federal forces) to enforce U.S. civilian law (see pgs 9 and 14+) an awful lot. If I were to draft a paper on how to halt a rebellion in the United States, I would probably try to disguise it a bit, too. (Yes, of course Noetic managed to get a huge crumb of the future Carbon Capture/Credit con. Why do you ask?)
Motivations...intentions...peel away the covers and look deeper. Strand after strand in the web that covers this madness. You will see that the emperor has no clothes. There is nothing to stand economies in the world upon. They must come up with something and thus far the need for oil holds firm. But the commodity is held in the hands of mad fools so they will bargain with them.
"Whatever you like, Sahib - build as you wish. While they look over there, we'll put these outlets in over here, and ensure that this venture moves along. After all, we've nearly paid off all those union pensions. Well, the taxpayers have. It was a nice slush fund while it lasted, no?" And that - just that smallest little piece - doesn't even begin to touch the thing. Connections - they have always intrigued me. And they are now so safe that they feel no need to hide them.
Expect horrible things if we try too hard to be free. They are making plans, you see. Have been for a very long time. Ignore the magicians waggling hand and look to the one he has tucked away as it holds the truth. Misdirection is a sign.
Many of us are keeping a vigil on the Republic. We may not be able to do more than that. We may only find the smallest of chances to do so - to give that cover to the others in the field.
Thus, this. Note the hoo-ah when things get a bit too tight in the chest and that arm just a bit too heavy, bless him.
Leave it to the Marines to do it so smartly, so quietly, with so much dignity.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Bless (or curse) Roberta X for the initial linkage - which is worth a trip, too.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
As found here...
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
iv - Regarding claims our opposition to the mosque is intolerant. This is the important objection, the stumbling block. Even those who concede the mosque itself is a monument to intolerance ("Racist!") prattle on about our virtue and how it compels us to a yet greater act of tolerance. We must allow the project to go ahead, they say, lest we become that which we oppose.
This isn't even wrong. This is to miss the point entirely.
This is war. Not a crime. Not a desert raid by deniable non-state actors. This is war with "Saudi" Arabia, Pakistan, Iran, a variety of state and non-state proxies for the above and several millions of fifth columnists, fellow travellers and Americans-in-name-only, traitors with American passports.
Oh, the "slow fast driver". HA! That will be a good one for Trooper who was dealing with one recently. "If you want to catch him while he's still in Texas, you'll have to drive faster than 80..."
I like her.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I snatched at the belt on my robe as though girding my loins for the day. "Coffee..." I muttered angrily. I furrowed my brow as I waited for it to brew before fetching the wolfpup from her den. Compromises, you see...compromises...I went through the usual morning routine, managing to sneak in some Hulu to stave off my snit. And I found something interesting.
As I watched those two young people experience their first thrills of flight and grimaced at the sight of those Tomcats in the sky, history already, that same slow burn lit...
Where were my parents? Where was anyone when I was wasting time and intellect? I was a little genius, hiding in the library at school and reading about 5 levels above my age. Where were they while I slipped from there to the tops of brownstones for other educational endeavors? How I have always tried...tried to forgive them both for that benign neglect. I cannot help but watch those scenes and petulantly whisper, "That could have been me..." - no matter how hard I force logic to it that immature anger still rises over all, demanding an answer. The only answer is an echoing silence. No one and nothing there to rail against. It Just Was. I just took a different route and all that came from it was my own choice.
I have fought for decades to come to peace with it, that absolute dereliction of their responsibilities. I am far too old to be weeping over a life missed. But these are hard days and I want so much to have a Do Over. Just let me go back and I promise to be good - I'll fix it and never stray from that path. I'll learn to set goals. I'll change...
But that aching petition of the soul is a powerless thing. Reality stands mute against it with an understanding tilt of the head but a resigned lift of the brow. This is your life, I hear it say. This is it and you are doing what you want to do even if it feels otherwise, even if you regret all that has brought you to this place. I get so sick of the "no regrets" platitude that is the emotional touchstone in modern life - as if saying so unties all those errors and they go blowing down the road like a stale helium balloon. I've a goddamned boatload of regrets, thank you, and they are anchored to my heel.
I've tried hard to it go. I try hard to work within the daily constraints of my life, to find a beauty in all this madness, a peace in the chaos of collapse...but it gets harder every day. Colder inside, careless...the letting go gets easier when the compassion moves on. It leaves more room for anger, after all. But every piece of territory I surrender makes the battle that I waged to get there more meaningless...that time spent even more futile.
And then the big "Why bother?" sign comes over the horizon. Indeed...press the gas pedal and hurtle down that road. There's nothing left back there anyway. Nothing but regret trailing along on their strings of Could Have Beens.
Friday, August 06, 2010
"Penn broke in to say that surely Chávez would be happy to see the arrest of Osama Bin Laden.
I was hugely impressed by the way that the boss scorned this overture. He essentially doubted the existence of al-Qaida, let alone reports of its attacks on the enemy to the north. "I don't know anything about Osama Bin Laden that doesn't come to me through the filter of the West and its propaganda."
To this, Penn replied that surely Bin Laden had provided quite a number of his very own broadcasts and videos. I was again impressed by the way that Chávez rejected this proffered lucid-interval lifeline. All of this so-called evidence, too, was a mere product of imperialist television. After all, "there is film of the Americans landing on the moon," he scoffed. "Does that mean the moon shot really happened? In the film, the Yanqui flag is flying straight out. So, is there wind on the moon?" As Chávez beamed with triumph at this logic, an awkwardness descended on my comrades, and on the conversation. "
[Emphasis my own...]
So you see - someone is in charge of a country and hasn't even the intelligence to comprehend a two straight sticks connected together. Seriously. No matter the author nor the accompanying guests, this single statement, if true, ought to be license to put him out of his own misery like a horse with a broken leg.
As found at a site with this very interesting bit of history. I like the place...
Note of truth - the prayer is not entirely properly used though it is stirring. Look here for more Viking data than I could take in at once. It is noted, "...The "prayer" is a part of the ritual described by the real Ibn Fadlan where a slave girl/concubine of a deceased Rus chieftain is about to be sacrificed to accompany her master to the grave."
Thursday, August 05, 2010
This would be Kota's constant state if I let her rule me as she thinks fair.
She has latched onto me in a way that shadows Ranger's connection and it does serve to create little battles between them. I don't know how to describe it but it is more primal in nature. While he would follow me room to room he could let go and sleep.
Kota hates to sleep and surrenders only when her body absolutely cannot manage another moment.
Today I was cursing the Chemlawn guy - she'd just settled in her kennel for an hour when he was at the door, knocking. So much for the quiet interlude...add in the look of dismay on the guys' face at our parched lawn and you can imagine how I did the head tilt of silent "don't you dare judge me, you bastard". Also, I imagined letting Kota chew on his ankle.
She has steadily grown so that she is now quite Rangers match. They have both found this stuff easily palatable without any additional wet food. I just wish I could get a decent photo of her coat. When we got her it was like dry wool but it's now a sleek, smooth, and glistening blackness. Her snout is turning into a very strong wolf-like profile with the characteristic hump. And those teeth - twice as big as Rangers and with strange large molars...yes, she needs frequent chewing distractions. This is actually a decent option. They each have one, of course.
Kota demands a firm hand. Much more excitable, she presses you, looking for any weakness because she wants to be in charge. Trooper takes her every morning for a 3 mile run and she just lopes right along, keeping up with him and leaves her very calm after...I shall have to find another option for them when he is on nights. She is ready to go at 6a.
There are times when she is a bit aloof - especially if you reprimand her or prevent her from doing what she wishes. It doesn't last but now and then she puts on airs. Herein, evidence of same. With perhaps just a glimpse of that pelt rippling.
I often wonder if I am capable of managing her. And I worry if Ranger will ever be unable to keep her in check - I intercede if I think the mock-battle goes too far or she gets over-excited by it. But he is wise and will bring her a toy to pull on or a stick to gnaw on, distracting her. In the house he has taught her the chase game that we played with him - running into one room and he follows full-bore. Now he gets her to chase, knowing that she will get tired and lay down a time after.
I know that it was the right thing to do - bringing her home. I just need to practice the calm control she needs...easier said than done some days. And the skating...if I can skate fast enough I might just be able to keep her tired. That, or break a limb. My limb, I mean. And then she can gnaw on it as we wait for the ambulance.