Public support for the obliteration of all life on Earth is growing despite every effort of the corrupt liberal media.
With crappy apologies to Samuel Beckett
It was just a question of time before the crap spilled over the edge.
But that wasn’t the beginning of all this crap. Back then, way back, crap was valuable.
with Chris Hedges
teleSUR English on Mar 15, 2016
In this episode of Days of Revolt, Chris Hedges sits down with political cartoonist Dwayne “Mr. Fish” Booth to discuss the use of art as a language to tell truth in an age of corporate domination of information. With his cartoons, Mr. Fish confronts systems of power, exposing their brutality and folly in a way that words cannot.
Ever since we passed the glorious Amendment banning the cultivation, distribution, sale and possession of addictive caloric substances–”food” in ghetto street lingo–the National Sewer Agency has been working overtime to root out food terrorists cells wherever they are hiding in this great nation of ours. Continue reading
Why I Created a Millennial Lemuel Gulliver and Wrote Travels of a New Gulliver
“Investments in zero-carbon energy are relatively inexpensive and good for the economy . . . But it’s tough –pointless? — to make these arguments to the energy companies and their Congressional lackeys, who will fight as they have been effectively paid to do.” — Mark Bittman, “Let’s Not Braise The Planet,” NY Times, July 2, 2013
All manner of crises, fierce arguing, unfathomable advocacies, and Yahoo level (Jonathan Swift’s “Yahooes” and not the search engine) absurdities accompanied me as I wrote Travels of a New Gulliver over the past three years.
My thoughts were feverishly gestating.
I here pen a précis of that to which I refer, attempting to bring to reasonable account what in fact was veiled by dark derangements brought on by my fever and a long fortnight in which irrationality and a nightmare circus ruled.
Stetson J. Bradford III met up with his fellow CEO F. Reginald Lawless for a brow-to-brow lunch at the Penthouse Reverie Room high above Wall and Broad Streets in New York. As charter members of the 40-year Corporate Supremes Club, they had serious business to discuss before Thanksgiving weekend in 2011.
The topic numero uno was: Is the Occupy Wall Street movement and its around the country the precursor to the giant peoples upheaval that they and their brethren have feared ever since Wall Street collapsed the American economy in 2008 and sent the bill to the taxpayers?
Iraq. Began with big lies. Ending with big lies. Never forget.
“Most people don’t understand what they have been part of here,” said Command Sgt. Major Ron Kelley as he and other American troops prepared to leave Iraq in mid-December. “We have done a great thing as a nation. We freed a people and gave their country back to them.”
“It is pretty exciting,” said another young American soldier in Iraq. “We are going down in the history books, you might say.” (Washington Post, December 18, 2011)
by Steven Jonas, MD, MPH
Dec. 8, 2011
You’ve heard of Wikileaks? Well, this document comes from an old Richard Nixon playbook called “Trickileaks.” I received it by a route that I cannot reveal, and indeed I cannot attest fully to its veracity. But it sure sounds like it might be genuine, don’t you think? On the other hand, it is awfully conversational in a way, which does make one doubt its provenance. Maybe it’s just an agent provocateur from the Left making up something about agents provocateurs from the Right. But be that as it may ….
In which the Author and his young companion Ned arrive in the village of Trickle Downs and there find that anything is possible, words are never pawns, personal choice matters most, exclamations of “Whatever” replace jumping back, and there are no speed limits.
In which the Author introduces himself and then sets out
What follows here is a very loose account of my voyages into the world of talk as found, often accidentally, often against my own will, and seldom as I hoped.
I took with me only a few presumptions, for as Lao Tzu advises, a good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.
The people of Somalia are not like us.
Their skin is black and gray and parched by sun.
They carry their babies on bony hips,
Walking for miles for a little water.
Even their babies are resigned to death,
Hollow-eyed, fly-covered, without the strength
To cry, without the will to endure.
Reposted with permission from Rabbi Arthur Waskow from the Shalom Center.
[Dissociated Press, Washington DC, September 5, 2011. The Dissociated Press seeks to report not the “actual facts” but the deeper “counter-factual” truth. Sometimes that truth is datelined from a hidden place beneath the surface of the facts, sometimes from the future — as in the photograph of our reporter, above. Often this kind of truth will read like satire.]