Monday, March 16, 2009

Why?

Does Dick "dick" Cheney get a platform after helping to run this country into the ground over the last 8 years? I was painting yesterday when I got to hear John King fellate the former Presi Vice-President for a half hour. And then CNN flogged it all day like it was news. What the fuck did they think he'd say; that he supported the new President? That Scooter Libby deserved what he got and more? That President Obama is doing the best he can with the mess they left him?

No, all he had to say was "stuff happens".

If they have anything it's chutzpah, Cheney and CNN both. Much as Wolfie annoys me, I wish he'd be back on Sunday mornings. John King was disgraceful when he should have gone all Jon Stewart on Beelzebub. Shoulda watched Little George's hair.

Figures ...

Today's losers losing their homes are Republican districts. At least according to the Center for Responsible Lending, who has just issued a new report that shows nine of the top ten districts with the most [foreclosures] are Republican and most likely to receive the bulk of any homeowner bailout, and thus, at least according to one On Air editor of a major cable network, fit the definition of "losers" ...


Maybe the Rethugs should just STFU*, being at every level of government, everything they've touched has gone to shit.

Leave us not forget, this is the same 'moral values' crowd who have the highest divorce rate and the highest level of teenage pregnancies and pregnancies out of wedlock.

Seems the party of 'fiscal responsibility' can't get that house in order either.

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In other words, "Since the Rick Santelli's of the world have been complaining about how the people who would be helped by this bill are so 'irresponsible' and are really just a bunch of 'losers.' .... Rick Santelli's 'losers' may turn out to be the people who are supposedly his ideological fellow travelers."


*Great thanks to Susie Madrak for the link.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Quote of the Day

Greenwald:

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At least give credit to Cramer for facing his critics and addressing (and even acknowledging the validity of) the criticisms. By stark contrast, most of our major media stars simply ignore all criticisms of their corrupt behavior and literally suppress it (even if the criticisms appear as major, lengthy front-page exposés in The New York Times).

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Talking Merchant Marine

I've just always liked this guy.

He must have been the first cowboy-folk-rap artist. He plays that Martin D-28 with a beat-jazz attitude. A true American original. -- Tom Russell on Jack Elliott

Some sample lyrics:

Ship loaded down with TNT
All out across the rollin' sea;
Stood on the deck, watched the fishes swim,
I'se a-prayin' them fish wasn't made out of tin.
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Gonna blow them fascists all to hell!
Win some freedom, liberty, stuff like that.
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I'm just one of the merchant crew,
I belong to the union called the N. M. U.
I'm a union man from head to toe,
I'm U. S. A. and C. I. O.

Gee, pretty commie stuff - doing his duty as a merchant sailor, liberty & freedom, union man - I'm guessin' he's not a Repuglicant.


Ramblin' Jack Elliott ~ Talking Merchant Marine (W. Guthrie)

Thanks to peglegsam.

My Give A Damn's Busted

I could watch this gal for hours. Until my arm gets tired, anyway.



Thanks to limpnjen.

The Culture Warriors Get Laid Off

Do not miss Daddy Frank's column today. It will make you feei good! Apparently our nation's slide into the Dark Ages has been halted. Links at site.

What has happened between 2001 and 2009 to so radically change the cultural climate? Here, at last, is one piece of good news in our global economic meltdown: Americans have less and less patience for the intrusive and divisive moral scolds who thrived in the bubbles of the Clinton and Bush years. Culture wars are a luxury the country — the G.O.P. included — can no longer afford.

I think it's a stretch to call what the religious whackjob wingtards have been trying to do to us a 'luxury', but it's certainly one we can do without.

Once again, both the president and the country are following New Deal-era precedent. In the 1920s boom, the reigning moral crusade was Prohibition, and it packed so much political muscle that F.D.R. didn’t oppose it. The Anti-Saloon League was the Moral Majority of its day, the vanguard of a powerful fundamentalist movement that pushed anti-evolution legislation as vehemently as it did its war on booze. (The Scopes “monkey trial” was in 1925.) But the political standing of this crowd crashed along with the stock market. Roosevelt shrewdly came down on the side of “the wets” in his presidential campaign, leaving Hoover to drown with “the dries.”

Much as Obama repealed the Bush restrictions on abortion and stem-cell research shortly after pushing through his stimulus package, so F.D.R. jump-started the repeal of Prohibition by asking Congress to legalize beer and wine just days after his March 1933 inauguration and declaration of a bank holiday. As Michael A. Lerner writes in his fascinating 2007 book “Dry Manhattan,” Roosevelt’s stance reassured many Americans that they would have a president “who not only cared about their economic well-being” but who also understood their desire to be liberated from “the intrusion of the state into their private lives.” Having lost plenty in the Depression, the public did not want to surrender any more freedoms to the noisy minority that had shut down the nation’s saloons.

Frum was contrasting Obama to his own party’s star attraction, Rush Limbaugh, whose “history of drug dependency” and “tangled marital history” make him “a walking stereotype of self-indulgence.” Indeed, the two top candidates for leader of the post-Bush G.O.P, Rush and Newt, have six marriages between them. The party that once declared war on unmarried welfare moms, homosexual “recruiters” and Bill Clinton’s private life has been rebranded by Mark Foley, Larry Craig, David Vitter and the irrepressible Palins. Even before the economy tanked, Americans had more faith in medical researchers using discarded embryos to battle Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s than in Washington politicians making ad hoc medical decisions for Terri Schiavo.

Perkins is now praying that economic failure will be a stimulus for his family-values business. “As the economy goes downward,” he has theorized, “I think people are going to be driven to religion.” Wrong again. The latest American Religious Identification Survey, published last week, found that most faiths have lost ground since 1990 and that the fastest-growing religious choice is “None,” up from 8 percent to 15 percent (which makes it larger than all denominations except Roman Catholics and Baptists). Another highly regarded poll, the General Social Survey, had an even more startling finding in its preliminary 2008 data released this month: Twice as many Americans have a “great deal” of confidence in the scientific community as do in organized religion. How the almighty has fallen: organized religion is in a dead heat with banks and financial institutions on the confidence scale.

History is cyclical, and it would be foolhardy to assume that the culture wars will never return. But after the humiliations of the Scopes trial and the repeal of Prohibition, it did take a good four decades for the religious right to begin its comeback in the 1970s. In our tough times, when any happy news can be counted as a miracle, a 40-year exodus for these ayatollahs can pass for an answer to America’s prayers.

Halle-fuckin'-lujah! Much, much more.

Look in the mirror ...

Being I live in NY, I've gotten to hear more than my share of Bernie Madoff's victims (most of them lived here) whining on my TV about how screwed they are.

Listen to me, those of you who invested your "life savings" with this asshole on the promise of 46% returns. You have no one but yourselves to blame. Forty-six percent???!!! If it weren't for your own greed, you wouldn't be scraping for every dime now. Nobody asked the hard questions of Madoff or they would (should) have taken their money and run for the hills (the mattress at the least).

Which brings me to an interesting article in the Times I found via Dday:

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And yet, just about anybody who actually took the time to kick the tires of Mr. Madoff’s operation tended to run in the other direction. James R. Hedges IV, who runs an advisory firm called LJH Global Investments, says that in 1997 he spent two hours asking Mr. Madoff basic questions about his operation. "The explanation of his strategy, the consistency of his returns, the way he withheld information — it was a very clear set of warning signs," said Mr. Hedges. When you look at the list of Madoff victims, it contains a lot of high-profile names — but almost no serious institutional investors or endowments. They insist on knowing the kind of information Mr. Madoff refused to supply.

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A little due diligence would have saved many people from ruin*, but the same impulses that inspired people to buy houses that common sense said were way out of their league were at work here.

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I suppose you could argue that most of Mr. Madoff's direct investors lacked the ability or the financial sophistication of someone like Mr. Hedges. But it shouldn't have mattered. Isn’t the first lesson of personal finance that you should never put all your money with one person or one fund? Even if you think your money manager is "God"? Diversification has many virtues; one of them is that you won't lose everything if one of your money managers turns out to be a crook.

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My 'financial guy' is someone Mrs. F used to babysit for and not everything is with him. I trust him, but only so far. You also have to know something about money, your money, especially if you're trusting someone else with your future dreams. I am, by no means, qualified to invest on my own but, by golly, I know where all my investments are.

When I saw what was happening in the mortgage world (4 years ago), a phone call to my guy made certain everything we had in mortgage-backed securities was liquidated and put somewhere else. I could have made more, probably, but I thought the crash would happen earlier. It is our life savings (it's gonna buy us our retirement home in Paris and allow us to live our "golden years" in a place we both love) and I ain't taking unnecessary chances with it.

If some idiot comes up to me and says I could make 46% on my money I'd laugh and ask him what drugs he's taking, because even the most profitable investments don't return half that (unless you're a loan shark). These folks just saw dollar signs and refused to consider the reality (or refused to educate themselves enough) that shit doesn't work that way unless you're doing something illegal. Many of Madoff's investors (I've seen too many interviews with them) had an inkling he was trading on insider information, but didn't want to ask questions so as not to rock the boat and derail the gravy train. If you don't investigate what's being done with your money, you can't bitch when you get taken for a ride (hey, people still fall for those Nigerian email scams), and you'd better not come looking to me for a 'bailout'.

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And that’s the point. People did abdicate responsibility — and now, rather than face that fact, many of them are blaming the government for not, in effect, saving them from themselves. Indeed, what you discover when you talk to victims is that they harbor an anger toward the S.E.C. that is as deep or deeper than the anger they feel toward Mr. Madoff. There is a powerful sense that because the agency was asleep at the switch, they have been doubly victimized. And they want the government to do something about it.

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The only thing the government owes these people is a refund of the taxes they paid on the ersatz 'profits' they earned through Madoff. It's one thing to help out the folks who got in over their heads with a mortgage (it affects my property value if my neighbors go into foreclosure), but I'll be damned if any of my tax money goes to people who engaged in willful ignorance when they should have known better.

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But why? What happened to the victims of Bernard Madoff is terrible. But every day in this country, people lose money due to financial fraud or negligence. Innocent investors who bought stock in Enron lost millions when that company turned out to be a fraud; nobody made them whole. Half a dozen Ponzi schemes have been discovered since Mr. Madoff was arrested in December. People lose it all because they start a company that turns out to be misguided, or because they do something that is risky, hoping to hit the jackpot. Taxpayers don’t bail them out, and they shouldn’t start now. Did the S.E.C. foul up? You bet. But that doesn’t mean the investors themselves are off the hook. Investors blaming the S.E.C. for their decision to give every last penny to Bernie Madoff is like a child blaming his mother for letting him start a fight while she wasn’t looking.

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Yes, Madoff is a crook, but if these folks want someone to blame, they should look in the mirror. And let that be a lesson to the rest of you out there. If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. Do your research and pay attention to what your money is doing and make sure it's doing what you want it to do. That's what the quarterly statements are about. It's your money and if someone swindles you out of it, nobody's gonna give a shit but you.

*Those who invested with Madoff indirectly through "feeder funds" may have some recourse suing the funds themselves, but those who invested directly, with Ol' Bernie himself, are probably fucked.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Saturday Crazy Redneck Blue Oval Music Blogging

This goes out to - well, you know...(wink)


Jerry Reed ~ Lord, Mr. Ford

Thanks to wifeOFcaptainchaos.

Saturday Emmylou Blogging

As a country music fan for fifty years, since back when it was called 'country and western' and people wouldn't ride in my car because I played it on the radio, I am sensing a subtle shift in the genre in the 21st century. So far, if this vid is any indication, it's for the better.

This goes out to all of us who 'held on' through the Bush years.

Solomon and Emmylou on the old George Jones / Tammy Wynette hit


Solomon Burke and Emmylou Harris ~ We're Gonna Hold On

Thanks to 1000Magicians.

Are You Tired Of Me Darling

Nanci, Emmylou and Iris on a song they recorded together for Nanci's Other Voices / Other Rooms Cd

If you want to get a Nanci Griffith album, make it Other Voices, Other Rooms or Other Voices, Too. Trust me on this one. You can get the rest of them later.


Nanci Griffith, Emmylou Harris, & a way knocked up Iris DeMent ~ Are You Tired Of Me Darling

Thanks to 1000Magicians (UK) who only joined YouTube about a week ago and is already one of my favorites to gleep stuff from.


Update:

There's a war on between some of the music companies and the folks who post the videos on YouTube without paying them. This video was yanked about 10 minutes after I posted it. Buy the album.

Update II:

Now it's back. Yeesh. Buy the album.

Friday, March 13, 2009

"Stewart creamed him."

Following up on Fixer's post, here's the ChiTrib on the Stewart/Cramer Vanilla Cage Death Match. With video.

The crowd at Comedy Central's studio cheered because it was good populism, well aimed and well delivered. And Cramer, the usually peripatetic host of CNBC's "Mad Money," sat and took it, mostly, like a schoolboy willing to let the teacher go on in hopes of still being allowed to graduate.

Stewart creamed him, if anything almost to a fault. [...]

He called it "this weird Wall Street side bet" happening on top of, and dwarfing, the public game of whether stock A or B is headed up or down. He kept the focus, almost unrelentingly, on the Wall Street gamesmen and women who turned bad mortgages into epic disaster and, to his credit, tried to indict Cramer and his colleagues en masse, and for failing a broader civic duty.

"I hope that was as uncomfortable to watch as it was to do," Stewart said when it was over.

It wasn't uncomfortable at all, Mr. Stewart. It was a pleasure to watch you hand Cramer his ass. You plenny smart fella for a comedian, and you got the balls the political gasbags oughta have. Good job.

Update:

Think Progress has more, with links.

Last night, CNBC’s Jim Cramer had a brutal face-off with The Daily Show’s Jon Stewart. “I understand that you want to make finance entertaining, but it’s not a f*cking game,” Stewart told Cramer. Cramer also agreed to do one show with more serious, level-headed commentary.

There has been almost universal acknowledgment that Stewart humiliated Cramer. Jim Fallows called it a “slaughter,” and the Huffington Post has a gigantic headline reading, “Jon Stewart eviscerates Jim Cramer and CNBC.” [...]

As Michael Calderone notes, yesterday on Twitter, MSNBC host Joe Scarborough wrote that he would have the “exclusive Jim Cramer interview tomorrow morning to discuss tonight’s war with Jon Stewart.” But after the rough night, Scarborough wrote this morning that Cramer was a no-show:

Cramer probably couldn't hear the alarm clock from hidin' under the bed. Or else he was, understandably, too drunk to go on TV. Heh.

A conservative's snivel

Here's David Frum, whom I detest but love to see in trouble, in Newsweek esplainin' why lesser wingnuts than Rushole should be in charge of the Repugs. This is how he starts off his big whine:

[...] I'm a conservative Republican, have been all my adult life. I volunteered for the Reagan campaign in 1980. I've attended every Republican convention since 1988. I was president of the Federalist Society chapter at my law school, worked on the editorial page of The Wall Street Journal and wrote speeches for President Bush—not the "Read My Lips" Bush, the "Axis of Evil" Bush. I served on the Giuliani campaign in 2008 and voted for John McCain in November. I supported the Iraq War and (although I feel kind of silly about it in retrospect) the impeachment of Bill Clinton. I could go on, but you get the idea.

Oh, we got the idea, all right. You've just explained that you've gotten everything wrong you've ever done in your life, and you want us to believe the crap in the next three pages and give you another run at wreckin' the joint? Fat fuckin' chance.

Then there's like three or four pages of failed conservative ideas kinda warmed over, and a fantasy about making them appeal to the other-than-white voters. Don't waste your time. I read it so you don't have to. Here's the last coupla paragraphs:

In the days since I stumbled into this controversy, I've received a great deal of e-mail. (Most of it on days when Levin or Hannity or Hugh Hewitt or Limbaugh himself has had something especially disobliging to say about me.) Most of these e-mails say some version of the same thing: if you don't agree with Rush, quit calling yourself a conservative and get out of the Republican Party. There's the perfect culmination of the outlook Rush Limbaugh has taught his fans and followers: we want to transform the party of Lincoln, Eisenhower and Reagan into a party of unanimous dittoheads—and we don't care how much the party has to shrink to do it. That's not the language of politics. It's the language of a cult.

That's truly excellent! The money and power end of the party calling the base that they've pandered to for votes for years a CULT because they've got all the attention right now! The gypsies have taken over the palace and the royalty is astonished at the damage they're doing!

Hey, Repug royalty: Well, whadja expect? You let 'em in and they're all yours and you deserve 'em. Fuckin' live with it. The rest of us are enjoyin' the shit out of it!

I'm a pretty conservative guy. On most issues, I doubt Limbaugh and I even disagree very much. But the issues on which we do disagree are maybe the most important to the future of the conservative movement and the Republican Party: Should conservatives be trying to provoke or persuade? To narrow our coalition or enlarge it? To enflame or govern? And finally (and above all): to profit—or to serve?

That's an easy one! Profit, of course. That's been Repug policy for many years and what's gotten this country in the shape it's in now.

Here's my advice to the so-called 'moderate' Repugs, though the term is an oxymoron: Abandon the Repuglican party to the wingnut moron dittoheads and start an entirely new one with a different name. That oughta take twenty or thirty years to get where you can get a dogcatcher elected somewhere, and the rest of us will be safe as long as the money people and the wingtards are separated.

The noise will still be irritating, but we can live with it.

They put a man on the Moon ...

You would think they'd have figured out a way to clean up the fucking mess they made around our world. If there are aliens who have come to our little backwater of the Milky Way, it's no wonder they haven't stopped to say "hi". They look at all the crap floating around and don't wanna be bothered with a world full of slobs.

As a dangerous chunk of debris bore down on the International Space Station on Thursday, the crew took refuge in the Russian Soyuz lifeboat in case they had to flee to Earth.

NASA said a 5-inch piece of a spent rocket motor came within striking distance of the $100-billion station. If it had hit the station, damage could have been catastrophic.

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Not only have we shitted up our world but we've turned the space around it into a landfill. Makes me proud to be a human ...

And just an addendum, NASA and the other space agencies track 18,000 pieces of man-made crap orbiting the planet.

What Jon Stewart should have said ...

The 'money heads' are just as bad as the 'political heads' on TV. Athenae calls them out:

You monumental dick. You still think this is about you, about who loves who more, about who has the most successful show. You still think that this is all just a big ironic joke, that this isn't actually real. You still think the money you talk about is what, like Monopoly money, just paper, just numbers, just stuff you can spout and not have to deal with any actual consequences. That's not Grandma's retirement or your dad's pension, it's just Jim Cramer having a wacky good time! Money's just like basketball or Britney, it doesn't really exist except in the magic box called the TV.

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And while we're at it, why the fuck is it I spend all day listening to print journos beefing about the lack of standards for opinionating on the Internet and garnering an audience while clowns like this choad and Glenn Beck pollute the airwaves with barely justifiable bullshit every day for the last decade? Have we just basically given up on TV "news?" Are we still pretending it doesn't exist? Is it beneath us to notice that while bloggers lack standards and a stylebook of their own, you can say completely fucking anything on TV and nobody will ever call you on it, ever?

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Lots more at the link. Go get 'em, darlin'.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

GOP Science

I couldn't resist!


Thanks, YubaNet.

Epiphany at Lowe's. Why not? They got everything else...

Yesterday, we went to PetSmart, IHOP, Target, BedBath&Beyond, Costco, CVS, Office Depot, SaveMart, and 7-11. We don't go the 42 miles to The Big City very often, and when we do we make the most of it. We actually bought a few things we wanted as opposed to needed. In the process, we scrubbed off $220 worth of rebates and discount coupons along with some cashola. Note to the Big Boxes and other national chains of that ilk: keep 'em comin'! Didn't charge a goddam thing except gas (Costco doesn't accept cash for gas). Charge cards are for things like tires, emergencies, travel, and online purchases.

Mark Morford

If you are seeking a tiny bit of good news, if you wish to uplift your sagging spirits or inject a hint of vibrational goodness into your tormented bloodstream and perhaps reassure yourself that things will work out just fine because the world economy is merely going through the fiscal equivalent of an epic liposuction combined with a global colon cleanse, then here is what you must not do.

Do not go shopping. Do not, in particular, visit any of those massive, gleaming 10-acre megastores, the kind with the football-field parking lots and the 40-foot ceilings and wall-to-roof mountains of goods that threaten to topple on your head when you crane your neck to examine just how the hell they managed to stack those lawnmowers that high.

Too depressing, is why. Also, too surreal.

Morford's in Frisco. I'm surprised he can tell surreal from the ho-hum daily drudge in Baghdad-by-the-Bay. Maybe he just doesn't go to the hardware store often enough. Us homeowners sure do!

Then he talks about the lack of crowds and the crumbling of empire that must surely follow, and ends with:

But that leads to the larger theory at play here, a deeper -- and perhaps slightly more frightening and intriguing -- possibility. It is this: the old kingdom must fully crumble and die before the new can arise. The American empire, like every gleaming, overreaching empire of note before it, is near its end.

This is the long view, now coming into abrupt focus: Only from the death of all those once-definitive American mainstays: cars, newspapers, Wall Street, banking, home ownership, God -- can something truly innovative and revolutionary be born. You think? I can't be quite sure. Someone get me some porn and drugs.

Note to Mr. Morford: Go check with yer colleague Violet Blue for the porn. She has an interesting take on Red State Porn. Heh.

Question for Ms.(? Ya never know in Frisco without a crotch check.) Blue: If porn and masturbation are so good for you, how come them Red States are so fucked up?

Gotta go now and put in a new 5-way shower head, with hose attachment, that does everything but tickle yer ass with a feather. $23.99 discounted 'while supplies last' which might be forever since they had a wall full of 'em.

I already activated Mrs. G's new arthritis-friendly almost-no-effort stapler. I still use an old clunky one, and the new one has sort of a machine gun effect when I use it.

And, oh yeah, the pups look great and the nationally advertised TV special breakfast at IHOP was cheap and pretty good.

About once a month we go do our bit to keep the Kingdom afloat.

Update:

I think I figured out why the shower head was on sale: The package was a washer short. Some poor fresh-from-the-rice-paddy Chinese factory worker has no doubt, er, volunteered several of his choicest organs to make up for the boatload of mistakes he caused. Note to the foreman in the washer packaging dept.: Make sure yer new hires have all their fingers before you tell them to pack that many washers!

As for me, it's nothing a trip to our local hardware store won't fix. Homeowners are used to that, and no project, however small, is ever completed without more trips to that emporium than were planned on. It is written...

Update II:

Hardware store. A wall of small plumbing and faucet parts, sliding metal cabinets, 3 deep. No washer. However, on the nosebleed heights of the top shelf, reachable only with the help of three Sherpas and an oxygen tank by a folding step-stool thoughtfully provided by the store, were 3 little boxes. Couldn't see the washers but I could reach up and in and access them. Found some, same OD, very slightly smaller ID, half the thickness. Oughta work if I stack two. If the smaller ID makes the shower head do anything weird, I got gasket punches. Turns out, the ID was exactly the same as the actual orifice in the hose. Go figure. Anyway, up an' runnin'. 22¢, had ta break a dollar, damn! Problem solved.

Shadow war ...

Sy Hersh drops a bomb:

Investigative reporter Seymour Hersh dropped a bombshell on Tuesday when he told an audience at the University of Minnesota that the military was running an "executive assassination ring" throughout the Bush years which reported directly to former Vice President Dick Cheney.

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Hersh replied, "After 9/11, I haven’t written about this yet, but the Central Intelligence Agency was very deeply involved in domestic activities against people they thought to be enemies of the state. Without any legal authority for it. They haven’t been called on it yet."

Hersh then went on to describe a second area of extra-legal operations: the Joint Special Operations Command. "It is a special wing of our special operations community that is set up independently," he explained. "They do not report to anybody, except in the Bush-Cheney days, they reported directly to the Cheney office. ... Congress has no oversight of it."

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Not surprising, though Executive Order #12333 (signed by Jimmy Carter) forbids political assassinations for any reason. Another in the long list of crimes on the Bush/Cheney rap sheet.

At this point, there's a couple 8 x 8s in The Hague with their names on 'em.

Great thanks to Larisa for the Raw Story link.

All you need to know ...

About the Beltway 'journalists' (Keith and Rachel excepted). Greenwald:

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That's the most important truth of American political life: journalists like Fineman (and Ignatius, Marcus, etc. etc.) endlessly pretend to be watchdogs over the political establishment when, in fact, they are nothing more than subservient appendages to it, loyal spokespeople for it, completely merged into it. It's not that we have a press that fails to perform its function. They perform it perfectly. The point is that their function is to amplify and glorify establishment power -- the exact opposite of what Thomas Jefferson thought they would be doing when he advocated for a free press as the supreme safeguard against abuses of power.


If it weren't for the 'news' media, Bush would have been impeached before the end of his first term.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Quote of the Day - Zwei

The lovely Avedon:

I just want to say that I'm really sick of getting constant announcements that I can now buy an Obama trinket of some kind, a T-shirt or a coffee mug or god-all-knows-what ...


Me too, darlin'.

Kismet ...

Who could have known?

Sarah Palin's 18-year-old daughter Bristol has reportedly broken off her engagement with Levi Johnston, the father of her 2-month-old son Tripp ...


It's why I tell all the young people I know to wait until their 30s to have children. Have some fun first, get to know your mate before you bring kids into the world. And they ask me "well, you're like 150, why don't you have children?" And I tell 'em it's because the Mrs. and I are still having too much fun. At 18, you have no idea who you are, let alone how to be responsible for another life. I feel bad for the baby.

Thanks to Ol' Fez-head for the link.