Monthly Archives: April 2008

Inspection- On Inflation and Plausible Denial

This week… early AM; Sirius news reporting, the price of food has soared “double digits.” Some people may be mad, but still not mad enough to unhook themselves from the imbecilic umbilical cord: TV. Meanwhile, gas prices have exploded. If we could build a combustion engine fueled by the rise and fall in fuel prices we’d have a perpetual motion machine.

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Globalization at Work

Received in an email:

What is the truest definition of Globalization?

Just take Princess Diana’s death: An English princess, with an Egyptian boyfriend, crashes in a French tunnel riding in a German car with a Dutch engine driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scotch whiskey, followed closely by Italian Paparazzi on Japanese motorcycles. Then she was treated by an American doctor using Brazilian medicines.

This was sent to me by an American using Bill Gates’ Microsoft technology, which is developed and produced all over the world. You’re probably processing it on your computer run by Taiwanese microchips and viewing it on a Korean monitor assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant and transported by Indian lorry-drivers, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by Mexican illegals!

That, my friends, as McCain would say, is Globalization at work.

From Phil Proctor at Planet

Inspection- Shoe of Brian: a Short Vignette

This edition of Inspection: using a vehicle called fiction instead of some pompous rant, is a commentary on the Pope’s visit and Bush’s comments regarding that visit..

Some believers find faith a way to expand their minds. So did Barack O’Bama mean “all” when he offended the far too easily offended: a current mental condition infecting both sides of the Democratic Party divide right now? But I don’t believe he meant “all” use religion, or guns, as some crutch or to excuse themselves for their bigotry, their hatred and intentional narrow-mindedness. And he was right: unfortunately too many people are looking for some simplistic formula they can cling to: a hatred they can hang their hats on. They want to be told something, anything, anyone: certainly not themselves or their own social group, is “the” problem; and that something, someone, some group, some weapon, some faith can solve this problem. Then they interpret what they have been told for their own purposes: so they can turn that “weapon” on others they find disagreeable. They arrive at their own personal “who or what is at fault” formula, one might say. These “formulas” are usually “discovered” by over reliance on out of context quotes, or one section of one part of a theological text, or political screed, one organized religion, one leader; or “the Pope.” Then they bleat when whenever their icon tells them to “bleat;” even if that’s not what their icon meant at all.

What if the dead icons and deities expressed how they feel about what their followers have done, and said, in their name? This explains one inspiration for the following vignette. Another is a quote from none other than George W. Bush who was speaking to the Pope and those who had gathered to witness his visit: the church hierarchy from the U.S. and other followers…

“When you give your heart and life over to Christ, and accept Christ as a savior; it changes your heart and your life.”

Shoe of Brian

“Did you hear what he said? What changes? What changes? The snippy, sarcastic comments are still there. The willingness to let others be killed with his approval. I wish he would pray to me just to tell me how he thinks I ever approved any of this: even just the using of nicknames to humiliate others… even his closest advisers. I called Peter, ‘The Rock,’ not a ‘Rockette…’ His obvious hatred for anyone who dares to disagree with him… And what about my supposed ‘representative’ and his ‘awesome’ speech? He who spoke with ‘compassion’ about the children whom priests raped, but before he was pope he helped move them around to avoid prosecution, and pushed a rule that nothing could be done to these rapists until after the children turned 28 when the statue of limitations was over? He’s using me. They’re both using me. They’re all using us. We tell them how to lead the best life possible and they use us to excuse the very things we preached against…”

-Jesus; the Lord; YHWH, Joshua, or “he’s not just ‘Josh-ing'”
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The Tattlesnake The Media Elite Highlight Their Own Elitism Edition

The bored and restless Punditrocracy, maintaining their staunch avoidance of relevance or importance, furiously lit like garbage scow flies upon Barack Obama’s alleged ‘elitism’ for pointing out that people in small towns are bitter and angry at being ignored by politicians once they’ve been elected. He added, if one bothered to listen to more than the out-of-context soundbite of his San Francisco comments, that they tend to vote for things such as guns and God and against immigrants because these are issues which the GOP has carefully constructed as distracting vents for their boiling frustrations. Contrary to the Pundicrats gasping shock at such a blunder as telling the truth they hate that Obama didn’t seem to rile voters much with his ‘bitter’ talk many even agreed wholeheartedly.

Of course the Hill People, sensing the nearness of electoral oblivion, had to get what political mileage they could out of Obama’s ‘gaffe,’ but Hillary herself might have left out the prosaic and artificial-sounding anecdote of her father taking her out as a small child and teaching her how to shoot a firearm. Growing up in the same ’50’s America as Hillary, it just doesn’t seem credible to me that Dad Rodham would have grabbed his young daughter and stuck a 30-06 rifle in her tiny hands more likely he would have told her to go join Mom in the kitchen for pointers on creating the perfect Kraft cheese casserole while he took his sons out hunting. Ah, well, truth is the first casualty of war and political campaigns.

But the stern media consternation over Obama’s remarks, and their desperate flailing in trying to dub him as another hapless, out-of-touch Kerry ‘elitist,’ reached a pinnacle of absurd hilarity yesterday on MSNBC when Norah O’Donnell, as attractive as she is vapid, chuckled and smirked over Obama referring to the high price of arugula when he was campaigning in Iowa earlier this year. “Why,” hooted O’Donnell, “they don’t even have arugula there!” Although she and her pundit guests didn’t catch it, Norah was displaying her own aloof elitism, as if it were a scarlet ‘E’ emblazoned on her forehead. Our six-and-seven figure Nationally Televised Media don’t get out much among the rabble; if they did, they’d realize the rubes in Iowa, as Media Matters has noted, not only know what arugula is, but grow it and eat it, and even occasionally wash it down with cappuccinos and lattes. (Yes, they actually have Starbucks and other gourmet coffee outlets out in the Hawkeye State, as well as many other parts of Fly-Over Country.) Why, even my local little coffee shop, which used to feature only one humble grind poured by a pleasant middle-aged waitress from a glass Cory carafe, now has some foreign-sounding caffeinated drinks on the menu.

Times have changed all over the land, but to the over-compensated and insulated royalty of the Punditrocracy we are still stuck in the ’50s, with their condescending babble of lunch-pail workers (who carries a lunch pail to work anymore?), and ‘Reagan Democrats’ (there aren’t any these days), and anxiousness to tap into the heartfelt concerns of small-town folk they would grandly ignore on the street, unless they happened to be cracking contemptuous ‘in crowd’ jokes at their expense. Like the politicians Obama was talking about, the Big Media quickly forgets the cares of Wal-Mart America once the voting is over.

It’s a given that all three of the presidency-pursuers left standing are among the elite in education and wealth poor relations with community college educations aren’t allowed to run for president these days but the spectacle of the Media Upper-Crust taking umbrage on behalf of the Little People, after burying them in years of Washington effluvia and Wall Street bunkum, is enough to inspire an Elvis moment with the .45 drawing a bead on the TV screen.

A shame most of us are too broke these days in Bush’s New World Order Economy to afford replacing the damn thing.

This Day in Hell

April 15, 1913 Wealthy drownees of the White Star Line’s ‘Titanic’ celebrate their first year in Hell with a gala reenactment of the unsinkable ship’s sinking. Events include Eat Your Fortune in Dollar Bills and Go Chase the Penny, Fool. Finishing off the festivities, the swells are forced to pay Satan 99 percent of their total worth in income taxes! Since they just dined on their money — good luck, guys!

Inspection- Ken’s Neo Con… spiracy Theory

The Neos are up to something…

To paraphrase an over quoted scene from a movie: “Proof? I ain’t got no proof. I don’t need no stinkin proof.”

One of Bill Clinton’s last acts, if I remember the timing right, was to redesign our money. George Bush; with his “I can do everything better than the Clintons and my father did,” fetish: his desire to erase everything done by Bill and outdo his father, redesigned them again… poorly. The day after they were redesigned a warehouse of new, counterfeit, bills were discovered. They just got the color slightly wrong: proving that securing our currency by redesign is probably best left to an occasional effort at best. Of course “securing our currency” is most likely not the goal of the Neo Cons whose mentor: Grover Norquist, has sought to find any possible way to drown the government our forefather’s fought and died for in a bathtub.

And how much tax money was ripped out of our pockets for this useless endeavor?

Dumping the large quantity of new bills that money machines deliver: like the self serve teller machines at grocery stores, would tank the economy very fast if something wasn’t done to quickly dispose of the vast amount of old bills out there. Blaming Bill Clinton, or the Dems, for making the 30’s look more like the 20s in that case would fly about as well as a mafia hit tossed off a bridge, wearing cement shoes. So something has to be done with the old bills, right?

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