Wednesday, August 30, 2006

About A Boy

Sweet living hippopotamus, I think I just fell in love with Keith Olbermann.

Crooks and Liars has the video here.

But because it's so good, I offer the text in full ( with heartfelt pleas for forgiveness from dear sweet Keith).

The man who sees absolutes, where all other men see nuances and shades of meaning, is either a prophet, or a quack.

Donald H. Rumsfeld is not a prophet.

Mr. Rumsfeld’s remarkable speech to the American Legion yesterday demands the deep analysis—and the sober contemplation—of every American.

For it did not merely serve to impugn the morality or intelligence -- indeed, the loyalty -- of the majority of Americans who oppose the transient occupants of the highest offices in the land. Worse, still, it credits those same transient occupants -- our employees -- with a total omniscience; a total omniscience which neither common sense, nor this administration’s track record at home or abroad, suggests they deserve.

Dissent and disagreement with government is the life’s blood of human freedom; and not merely because it is the first roadblock against the kind of tyranny the men Mr. Rumsfeld likes to think of as “his” troops still fight, this very evening, in Iraq.

It is also essential. Because just every once in awhile it is right and the power to which it speaks, is wrong.

In a small irony, however, Mr. Rumsfeld’s speechwriter was adroit in invoking the memory of the appeasement of the Nazis. For in their time, there was another government faced with true peril—with a growing evil—powerful and remorseless.

That government, like Mr. Rumsfeld’s, had a monopoly on all the facts. It, too, had the “secret information.” It alone had the true picture of the threat. It too dismissed and insulted its critics in terms like Mr. Rumsfeld’s -- questioning their intellect and their morality.

That government was England’s, in the 1930’s.

It knew Hitler posed no true threat to Europe, let alone England.

It knew Germany was not re-arming, in violation of all treaties and accords.

It knew that the hard evidence it received, which contradicted its own policies, its own conclusions — its own omniscience -- needed to be dismissed.

The English government of Neville Chamberlain already knew the truth.

Most relevant of all — it “knew” that its staunchest critics needed to be marginalized and isolated. In fact, it portrayed the foremost of them as a blood-thirsty war-monger who was, if not truly senile, at best morally or intellectually confused.

That critic’s name was Winston Churchill.

Sadly, we have no Winston Churchills evident among us this evening. We have only Donald Rumsfelds, demonizing disagreement, the way Neville Chamberlain demonized Winston Churchill.

History — and 163 million pounds of Luftwaffe bombs over England — have taught us that all Mr. Chamberlain had was his certainty — and his own confusion. A confusion that suggested that the office can not only make the man, but that the office can also make the facts.

Thus, did Mr. Rumsfeld make an apt historical analogy.

Excepting the fact, that he has the battery plugged in backwards.

His government, absolute -- and exclusive -- in its knowledge, is not the modern version of the one which stood up to the Nazis.

It is the modern version of the government of Neville Chamberlain.

But back to today’s Omniscient ones.

That, about which Mr. Rumsfeld is confused is simply this: This is a Democracy. Still. Sometimes just barely.

And, as such, all voices count -- not just his.

Had he or his president perhaps proven any of their prior claims of omniscience — about Osama Bin Laden’s plans five years ago, about Saddam Hussein’s weapons four years ago, about Hurricane Katrina’s impact one year ago — we all might be able to swallow hard, and accept their “omniscience” as a bearable, even useful recipe, of fact, plus ego.

But, to date, this government has proved little besides its own arrogance, and its own hubris.

Mr. Rumsfeld is also personally confused, morally or intellectually, about his own standing in this matter. From Iraq to Katrina, to the entire “Fog of Fear” which continues to envelop this nation, he, Mr. Bush, Mr. Cheney, and their cronies have — inadvertently or intentionally — profited and benefited, both personally, and politically.

And yet he can stand up, in public, and question the morality and the intellect of those of us who dare ask just for the receipt for the Emporer’s New Clothes?

In what country was Mr. Rumsfeld raised? As a child, of whose heroism did he read? On what side of the battle for freedom did he dream one day to fight? With what country has he confused the United States of America?

The confusion we -- as its citizens— must now address, is stark and forbidding.

But variations of it have faced our forefathers, when men like Nixon and McCarthy and Curtis LeMay have darkened our skies and obscured our flag. Note -- with hope in your heart — that those earlier Americans always found their way to the light, and we can, too.

The confusion is about whether this Secretary of Defense, and this administration, are in fact now accomplishing what they claim the terrorists seek: The destruction of our freedoms, the very ones for which the same veterans Mr. Rumsfeld addressed yesterday in Salt Lake City, so valiantly fought.

And about Mr. Rumsfeld’s other main assertion, that this country faces a “new type of fascism.”

As he was correct to remind us how a government that knew everything could get everything wrong, so too was he right when he said that -- though probably not in the way he thought he meant it.

This country faces a new type of fascism - indeed.

Although I presumptuously use his sign-off each night, in feeble tribute, I have utterly no claim to the words of the exemplary journalist Edward R. Murrow.

But never in the trial of a thousand years of writing could I come close to matching how he phrased a warning to an earlier generation of us, at a time when other politicians thought they (and they alone) knew everything, and branded those who disagreed: “confused” or “immoral.”

Thus, forgive me, for reading Murrow, in full:

“We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty,” he said, in 1954. “We must remember always that accusation is not proof, and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law.

”We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men, not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were for the moment unpopular.“

And so good night, and good luck.



But go watch the video. All that was missing was the fuckin cigarette.

Thanks Keith.

Suspect Device

In a recent spate of comments, visitor johnh danced a little triumphalist dance over some weekend news. Neither here nor there, but later in the exchange, he said he was looking forward to more of my balloons bursting come November. Of course, since I'm an egregiously taunting ass, I said, go ahead with the bursting, I've got lots of balloons.

Looks like it's not my balloons that are bursting.

I won't say I'm sorry to see Green fading. I also won't profess to any surprise that he's played fast and loose with campaign finance reform. Gaming the system is hard wired into these people (and let's not get into the partisan directed siege on Doyle's supposed improprieties just yet, shall we? 18 years of Thompson selling Wisconsin like he was a pimp, and he didn't get one-tenth the scrutiny Doyle has).

Of course, as kos has said, it's not time to rest just yet. The Republicans have yet to pull the Diebold factor, and the last couple of weeks are the dirty ad season. They are good at pulling just enough out of the hat to win, so there's still work to be done.

But it's a good sign that Green will have about a half million less to spend. More Balloons, please!

Monday, August 28, 2006

World On Fire

And after that, a more compelling video:



Sarah McLachlan - World On Fire






It is estimated that providing every person in the world with safe drinking water would cost about 9 billion dollars a year.

Let's perform what Schrodinger called a thought experiment. In one case, a mind-bogglingly rich country invades and bombs the shit out of another country that hadn't threatened the first, leading to regional instability, internal strife and civil war, and hundreds of thousand of families disrupted, husbands, wives, fathers, and mothers dead and injured. Not surprisingly, this fosters resentment and creates opposition.

In a second case the same country, in lieu of the military adventurism described above, provides safe, clean drinking water not just to the second country in question, but every person in the world.

Which case will provide greater incentive to emulate the first country? Which one makes the world safer?

Let's now go back to that figure. 9 billion dollars. It's a lot, spend it over twenty years or so and we're talking real money (in the parlance of Duke Cunningham and Dennis Hastert). But let's take a look at the little counter up there in the sidebar-rama, shall we? 300+ billion.

Our priorities are fucked up. Seriously.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Dear God

no comment necessary


Dear God

Friday, August 25, 2006

Laughable

Oh, it's a Friday Random Ten cuz I like doin 'em I do.

This one goes out to the Gang Who Couldn't Shoot Straight, 2006: After Mr. Lieberman's team totally botched handling their website (transferring it to a low-volume el cheapo host just before the primary and then being surprised when it exceeded traffic limits; not to mention blaming it on the Lamont campaign), I predicted they were so inept that they probably wouldn't get the thing together before the election.

Guess what? They still haven't. Apparently being stupid and vicious, as well as badmouthing the net users, does not endear yourself to the people who actually put the web sites together, because they can't find someone to do the new site, even when they're offering those Big Republican Dollars (if you aren't following, Joe is relying on Republican support for his quixotic campaign. He votes Republican, he gets his financing from Republican donors, he kisses Republicans..remind me just how he's a democrat again?) I'll say it again: If Holy Joe is such a great guy, we'll just let the Republicans have him. He's ostensibly worked for us for 18 years; it's your turn now guys. Take him. Please.

But the yuks go further: Joe is running, not as an Independent (not enough ego stroking there, I'd guess) but as the Connecticut for Lieberman Candidate. A one person party, named after the only person in the party... Even Lyndon LaRouche and Ross Perot weren't THAT full-goose bozo loony egotistic. BUT- and here's the funny part- You'd think that the campaign would go out and lock up those domain names, right?

Hey. WRONG.

Not to mention that now that the primary is done and more voters are getting a look at the REAL Joe (nasty, egotistical, whiny, and opportunistic) as well as Ned Lamont, Lieberman's support is dwindling and his negatives are increasing. He's lost about ten percentage points of support since the primary.



1. Underwater Love Story from the album “Stay Young” by Ultrasound Modern prog in an alternative setting. Tragically short lived band.
2. Apologies To Pearly from the album “Six Pack (Disc 1) [1st Album & Rio Grande Mud]” by ZZ Top ZZ rocks. Without a doubt, despite the mid-80's MTV overplay.
3. Nocturnal - Tell Me What You're Feeling from the album “Give 'Em The Boot II” by Various Artists Rockin punky ska. HellCat label.
4. Cry if You Want To from the album “Change” by Ray Wilson
5. Fields Of Fire from the album “Come Up Screaming (Disc 2)” by Big Country
6. Obsessed With Aretha from the album “Acid Bubblegum” by Graham Parker “She still got the lungs and the dress and the stole/ you might even say the girl's still got soul/ but not that much”
7. Be Mine from the album “New Adventures In Hi-Fi” by R.E.M. Under rated mid-career REM album. Great up loud, but then what isn't?
8. Old Soul Song (For the New World Order) from the album “I'm Wide Awake It's Morning” by Bright Eyes
9. Love That Kills from the album “Secret Life Of The 81 - 85” by The Waterboys The Big Music
10. Lola from the album “To The Bone (Disc 2)” by The Kinks One for Nick. A good anti-conservative cross-dressing gay song from a band named after kinky sex. Told you I had Kinks on the box Nick.


The bonus five, just for Joe:

11. Ultra Unbelievable Love from the album “Perspex Island” by Robyn Hitchcock
12. Several Styles Of Blonde Girls Dancing from the album “Then Again: A Retrospective” by Martha And The Muffins
13. Run, Run, Run from the album “Nuggets: Original Artyfacts From The First Psychedelic Era, Vol. 3” by The Gestures
14. Hard Times from the album “Unearthed III: Redemption Songs” by Johnny Cash I'm tempted to end this on the Johnny, but...
15. If You Know Time from the album “Spooked” by Robyn Hitchcock


Extra Hitchcocky this week.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Fables of the Reconstruction

Rockey.

Rockey Vaccarella.

Lost everything in Katrina, and traveled to Washington to try and tell Bush 'Thank You' for all the efforts made on behalf of the victims of the disaster.

White guy, hard working, straight talking guy. Heartwarming story.
Guess what? Not so much. (I'd use the phrase Sadly, No!, but it's been trademarked by those Pam Atlas obsessed dilettantes)

So what is Mr. Vaccarella really?

A Republican shill, a former Republican candidate for parish commissioner.
A businessman, owner of 31 Pizza Hut restaurants
Had a scheduled appointment (with TV crews, of course) to see President Bush, didn't just drive up.
did NOT bring a FEMA trailer to DC.

What is Mr. Vaccarella, really?

A Liar.

No wonder he's so supportive of President Pull-my-finger. Like follows like.



And of course, that so-called Liberal Media just follows along like the corporate sheep they are. Cobags. ONE frickin reporter asked a followup question. Liberal media my hairy white ass. LAZY, spoon-fed, corporate controlled sheeple reporto-drones, is what they are.

Great to deflect the negatives sure to follow on the 1 year anniversary of Katrina, in the wake of Spike Lee's new documentary.

Couldn't be timed better if someone planned it. But no one in the White House would be so cynical, so manipulative, right?

Right, Karl?

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

President Gas

From now on, He's gonna be President Pull-my-finger.


What a complete and total embarrassment, a miserable failure, an utter tool.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Mind Bomb

Pinko from 3 Bulls reminded me of Matt Johnson's old band, The The today.

So I dialed it up on the Podiddley, and have been listening all afternoon. Pretty good stuff. Excellent stuff actually. But there's a couple of songs from this album that are eerie in their predictive nature.



The Violence of Truth


What is evil? what is love?
What is the force that possesses us?
Where is the beauty? where is the truth?
Where is the force that watches over you?

What is it that makes us ashamed to be white?
(when we close our ears to the sound of machine gun)

And while the niggers of this world are starving
With their mouths wide open
What is it that turns the coins we throw at them
Into worthless little tokens?

Why is it that anything on this earth we do not understand
We are pushed onto our knees to worship or to damn?

Those are the rules of religion
Those are the laws of the land
That's how the forces of darkness have suppressed the spirit of man

That's why human beings still walk on all fours
Whilst in the presence of their so called superiors

Somethings telling you to wake up and salute
The dangers of obedience and the violence of truth

God is evil, God is love
God is the force that possesses us
God is beauty, God is truth
God is the force that is watching over you



Armageddon Days Are Here


They're 5 miles high as the crow flies
Leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky
Movin' in from the east toward the west
With balaclava helmets over their heads, yes!

But if you think that jesus christ is coming
Honey you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave

Islam is rising
The christians mobilising
The world is on it's elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds

It's war, she cried, it's war, she cried, this is war
Drop your possessions, all you simple folk
You will fight them on the beaches in your underclothes
You will thank the good lord for raising the union jack
You'll watch the ships out of harbour
And the bodies come floating back

If the real jesus christ were to stand up today
He'd be gunned down by the c.i.a.
Oh, the lights that now burn brightest behind stained glass
Will cast the darkest shadows upon the human heart
But God didn't build himself that throne
God doesn't live in israel or rome
God belong to the yankee dollar
God doesn't plant the bombs for hezbollah
God doesn't even go to church
And God won't send us down to allah to burn
No, God will remind us what we already know
That the human race is about to reap what it's sown

The world is on it's elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds
Armageddon days are here again



Good Morning Beautiful


Satellite, oh, satellite
Who sits upon our skies
How deep do you see when you spy into our lives?

I know that God lives in everybody's souls
And the only devil in your world
Lives in the human heart

So now ask yourself
What is human? and what is truth?
Ask yourself
Whose voice is it? that whispers unto you?
From the cellars of your homes
From the tops of your city roofs
Ask yourself
Whose voice is it? that whispers unto you?

Who is it?
That turns your blood into spirit and your spirit into blood

Who is it?
That can reach down from above and set yours souls ablaze with love
Or fill you with the insanity of violence and it's brother: lust

Who is it?
Whose words have been twisted beyond recognition
In order to build your planet earth's religions

Who is it?
Who could make your little armies of the left
And your little armies of the right
Light up your skies tonight

Now some of you may live and some of you may die
But remember
That nothing in the world can kill you inside
For he is thinking of you
In your great cities of great solitude

Oh children you've still got a lot to fuckin' learn
The only path to heaven is via hell

Good morning beautiful, good morning beautiful
Good morning beautiful, good bye world



The Beat(en) Generation


When you cast your eyes upon the skylines
Of this once proud nation
Can you sense the fear and the hatred
Growing in the hearts of it's population

And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced
By the greedy hands of politics and half truths

The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Open your eyes, open your imagination

We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes
And hypnotised by the satellites
Into believing what is good and what is right

You may be worshipping the temples of mammon
Or lost in the prisons of religion
But can you still walk back to happiness
When you've nowhere left to run?

And if they send in the special police
To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace

Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues
When they tell us justice is being done
And that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun

Friday, August 18, 2006

If Everyone Was Listening




I can't pretend I'm not pleased by the Federal Judge's decision that the NSA wiretap program was unconstitutional, and order for immediately discontinuing it. Apparently there are pockets of constitutional stalwarts yet existing in the country.

Of course, the right wing shills and fear mongers will come oozing out of their holes with Standard Smear Package 17-D

  1. Question the judge's sanity
  2. Impugn the judge's patriotism
  3. Belittle the judge's achievements and standing
  4. Claim Partisanship
  5. Label as 'liberal activist'
  6. Coded 'dog whistle' accusations
  7. Diagnosis of 'Bush Derangement Syndrome'
  8. Accuse of traitorous leanings and seditious behavior
  9. Dismiss as 'hopelessly compromised by scandal'
If we get really lucky, maybe Abu Gonzales will receive a retroactive failing grade in Constitutional Law.

Oh, and a nice piece from the ever-informative DarkSyde over at Kos: On the Killers within our homes. My favorite bit:

The reality today may be less complimentary to our allegedly superior human management and negotiating skills: Sleeping where and when they wish, playing or hunting at their convenience, disappearing for days on end only to turn up demanding food, water, and love, we slave away in factories and offices while they loll around in abject leisure. Often they stare with almost visible contempt, perhaps thinking of their human hosts or the annoying family dog, it's arguable cats have domesticated us more than vice-versa. And at the heart of every pussy cat lurks the legacy of an ancient serial killer. For while we enlist the dog as our sycophant, cattle as our food, and the horse as a beast of burden, to the common house cat, humans are not the cat's master, we are their staff--and potentially crunchy, yummy prey that would taste great with ketchup.



Anyway, here's the FRT:

1. The Good Witch Of The North from the album “Songs From An American Movie, Vol. 2: Good Time For A Bad Attitude” by Everclear Dedicated to Judge Anna Taylor Diggs.
2. Ain't That Strange from the album “Forever” by Cracker
3. corporal chalkie from the album “25 Years: acoustic ” by Mekons A solemn punk hymn detailing the human costs of war.
4. Out Of Time from the album “Acid Eaters” by The Ramones Special dedication to Holy Joe Lieberman
5. The Kick Inside of Me from the album “Sparkle In the Rain” by Simple Minds
6. Intro / Smokers vs. Drinkers from the album “Love, Laughter and Truth (Live)” by Bill Hicks
7. I Met a Girl from the album “Per Second, Per Second, Per Second... Every Second” by Wheat
8. Sentimental Song from the album “Everything Picture - cd2” by Ultrasound. Aaah, Ultrasound. Like Sonic Youth with a Pink Floyd fixation. Sublime. Find it if you can, suckas.
9. Strength from the album “Strength (Remastered)” by The Alarm More talent than U2, and better songwriters, but had the misfortune to be second.
10. Terms Of Psychic Warfare from the album “New Day Rising” by Hüsker Dü




Ah, yes. Some Bill Hicks. He must really regret having died before seeing GWB installed as President.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

You're on Notice

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Melt The Guns

Always good when the killing stops, if even for a short while.

Always.


Bill in Portland Maine had a good one this morning:

CHEERS to deafening silence. Thanks to a cease-fire effectively brokered by the United Nations (making right-wingers fume), the violence between Israel and Lebanon has stopped for now. President Bush---apparently the self-appointed spokesperson for Israel---says his team won. Hezbollah says its team won. Meanwhile Joe Lieberman accused both sides of petty political partisan posturing and announced an independent bid to win the region.




Meanwhile, the screeching weasels need to get their stories together:

Bush: Israel Won

Bill “Warpuppy” Kristol: Hezbollah won

Michelle Malkin: Israel and the US lost

National Review: Iran won

Dan Riehl: Bush caved

Pam “Atlas Barfed” Oshry (Correpsondent Representative, American Loons): AARRRG HOWL GRRRR GARRF HOOOWL MMRRRF BARK BARK BARK! KillkillKILLKILLKILL!!

dead people in Lebanon and Israel: Hey, can we talk about who really fucking lost here?

NEW RULE: Howzabout there's no starting new wars until we actually figure out how the last one turned out and the books are closed, hmmm?


So anyways, let's be thankful while it lasts. And maybe turn our attention back to the debacle in Iraq.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Thru These Architect's Eyes

Clark Kent life doesn't intrude on this blog very often, but FrinkTank points out a new building designed to look like a cell. Not the kind Karl Rove belongs in, but a biochemistry kind, the kind that the Bush Administration doesn't believe in (hey, I know they haven't come out against cellular science....yet)

Here.

eeeeew. I know, different tastes, etc, but that looks like there's actually a real building which has grey concrete chunky batter oozing over it.

It's like some kind of building from The Flintstones.

It looks like some kind of amoeboid jumping starfish getting ready for another hop.

Hey, I could do this all day. What do you think?

Mr. Tambourine Man




Everything I Need To Know I Learned From Star Trek.

The Wake Up Bomb

Darksyde has an excellent post up today over at King Kos place.


He makes an excellent point. The Republicans are driving the terror script to previously unknown levels. But in reality, by any analysis you want to make, you as an individual are far more likely to die prematurely from cancer.

So who is giving the terrorists what they want by responding in, um, terror?

You and your families are presented with much more danger every time you get into your car. 40,000 per year; over the past five years since the attacks of 9/11, that's 200,000 deaths. So you face a risk something on the order of 65 times as likely when you drive to work.

So if we are to believe Republicans, the best way to fight teh War on Terror is to, ummm, be as terrified as possible?

And this crude comparison doesn't even get into comparative dangers of terrorist attacks. Are terrorists more likely to strike at iconic buildings and places, like Government buildings, centers of commerce, Tourist attractions? Just where are these located? Predominantly in urban areas. It's a simple calculation; if the terrorists want to create the biggest stir, kill as many possible, are they going to strike at the Sears Tower, or a grain silo in Oklahoma? So the great majority of people who are most worked up about potential terror attacks, and most encouraging of a totalitarian stat if it will just keep them safe from the bad brown people, are living in the wide open Red states, which are much less likely to be a target of an actual attack. These residents are much more likely to die in a farming or industrial accident than a terror attack. Heck, they're much more likely to die by a cow falling on them.

So why is the Elephant so damn yellow?


Darksyde points out the magnitude of a single Soviet nuclear weapon in comparison to New York. (Yes I realize that the 'suitcase nuke' is a danger. Listen: the yield of a portable nuke compared to a nuclear missile is comparable to a mosquito landing on your foot versus a horse. Even the so-called 'suitcase nukes' are not your everyday idea of a suitcase; they weigh upwards of 150 pounds, and in the size range of a good-sized shop vac. Not exactly stow away luggage; and not something you whip up in the garage either.

So what exactly is the problem of the Republicans and the Republican-led media, and why is it they are leaning on the terror button so hard?

[Church Lady] Could it be......SAAAAAA-TAAAN? [/Church Lady]

Well, probably not. In the case of the media, in addition to mindlessly heeding the rightwing dog-whistle, it probably moves the newsprint.

And with the Republicans, scaring the everloving shit out of America is the only platform plank they have left. And it's diminished, because most people have frickin lives to lead.

So when the choice comes right down to it, do you look for the people who have been pushing for a information-led, law-enforcement /prevention approach to fighting terrorism (which is what actually WORKED in Britain) or do you go with the fear-mongering idiots who refuse to fund basic prevention methods in ports and urban areas in favor of symbolic, largely useful actions that are executed with the flawless attention to detail of your typical crack addict; and whose motto seems to be “When in trouble, or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout”. And you got to ask yourself: Ya feel lucky, punk? Well, do ya?

Friday, August 11, 2006

Loser In The End

Friday Random Ten, Drop The Hell Out Of The Race Already, Lieberman edition.



1..Goodbye Caroline from the album “The Forgotten Arm” by Aimee Mann
2. Whirlpool from the album “Forbidden Places” by Meat Puppets
3. Two Women from the album “Wonderlick” by Wonderlick
4. Fox River from the album “Electric Waco Chair” by Waco Brothers
5. Roads Of Germany from the album “The Happy Club” by Bob Geldof
6, Like Being Alive from the album “Monsters (Reissue)” by Meat Puppets
7. U.S. Out of My Pants from the album “The Days Of Our Nights” by Luna
8. No Small Wonder from the album “The Vegetarians Of Love” by Bob Geldof
9. Back Door Love from the album “The Last Rock 'N' Roll Tour” by Graham Parker
10. Harold And Joe from the album “Join The Dots: B-Sides & Rarities 1978-2001 (Disc 2)” by The Cure


That was a swell set.

Monkey Gone To Heaven

Mucho excelente post over at Kung Fu Monkey in much the same vein as my last post.

This is my favorite part:

Maybe it's just, I cast my eyes back on the last century ...

FDR: Oh, I'm sorry, was wiping out our entire Pacific fleet supposed to intimidate us? We have nothing to fear but fear itself, and right now we're coming to kick your ass with brand new destroyers riveted by waitresses. How's that going to feel?

CHURCHILL: Yeah, you keep bombing us. We'll be in the pub, flipping you off. I'm slapping Rolls-Royce engines into untested flying coffins to knock you out of the skies, and then I'm sending angry Welshmen to burn your country from the Rhine to the Polish border.

US. NOW: BE AFRAID!! Oh God, the Brown Bad people could strike any moment! They could strike ... NOW!! AHHHH. Okay, how about .. NOW!! AAGAGAHAHAHHAG! Quick, do whatever we tell you, and believe whatever we tell you, or YOU WILL BE KILLED BY BROWN PEOPLE!! PUT DOWN THAT SIPPY CUP!!

... and I'm just a little tired of being on the wrong side of that historical arc.

Gah. The Republicans are complete tools of the terrorists. You want to foil the terror? Vote Democrat. Republicans LIKE us to be scared. They can't get enough. It's like kitty bukkake for them.

Orange Alert

Title courtesy of Sadly No, from the Briefs.


Kudos to the Bush Administration Political Opportunity Team (BAPOT). Being fully aware, from four days prior, that British Police intended to make a raid on terrist wanna-bes yesterday, they sent out the Slime 'n' Smear squad to do the doody:

Rove and Cheney (and THERE'S a stage team to frighten anybody) hit the stenographers in the media to percolate the notion that Ned Lamont's beat down of Holy Joe would signal appeasement and embolden the BAD GUYS.

Of course, the idea of actually taking steps to provide additional security in AMERICA, in case there was a parallel threat, never actually crossed their minds. In fact, I would bet the security folks might have tried to make a warning, but were shushed in the gleeful anticipation of another cynical political ploy in the offing.

But the BAPOT team got right the fuck out in front of that, pimping the notion that a British sting operation somehow is related to a Democratic primary, and thus proves that the Democratic Party sucks donkey dicks, and only Republicans can keep you safe and warm under your bed, peeing in your footie pajamas. Or something like that, it's not easy logic.

I think it's also worthwhile to point out for the more totalitarian minded out there that in Britain, terrorist plots are foiled through police work, without military intervention, martial law, illegal wiretapping, torture or cessation of civil liberties. It's interesting, is all I'm saying. Maybe someone in Homeland Security or the TSA can give them a call to, you know, ask how it's done; because obviously it's beyond the people currently in charge of America's security.



In the spirit of bipartisanship that the Republicans have displayed over the past few weeks, solicitously warning the Democrats of the self defeat looming if we start electing the people we want, rather than the people THEY want; I'd like to offer some helpful advice to Bush, Rove, and Mehlman (I wouldn't presume to offer advice to Cheney, he'd just shoot me in the face):

1. Send Bush on vacations MORE often. Make sure there are plenty of puff pieces about the Resident cutting brush, falling off bikes and steps, and generally goofing around for the entire month: Americans, most of whom only get two weeks or less of vacation a year, just LOVE to live vicariously through an elitist privileged spoiled politician's son who has never worked a day in his life and has been unsuccessful at everything he's ever done.

2. Keep ignoring the ports, and any serious work in preventing terrorist attacks. Protecting INdiana is, of course JOB ONE. (Wisconsin is, oddly enough, Job Two). It's impossible for THAT to create any problems.

3. More Karl Rove. America Loves him. Make sure he flaunts his role in the destruction of CIA assets.

4. Lots of Dick Cheney screen time. especially get photos of him drinking blood to keep alive. Americans thrill to the sights and sounds of a bloated, government-fed plutocratic leech who can't quit his profiteering long enough to serve as VP. His constant warmongering to benefit his pals and partners at Halliburton is especially delightful.

5. More Tax Cuts for Paris Hilton!

6. Bring back The Draft. Look how popular the draft is for the NBA and the NFL.

7. Keep trying to destroy Social Security. I know, a huge plurality of Americans don't want it touched, but they're all jsut bleeding hearts who hate the idea of old people starving or freezing to death. I'm sure that if you explain that it would be just like the 1800's, nostalgia for a better time would set in. Also, use graphs to explain how that money needs to be used for #5 above.

8. and, almost needless to mention: Stay The Course! Because allowing children, brothers, husbands and wives to continually, needlessly die in a quixotic useless war is pure election GOLD!

I know, I've certainly given the impression that I have a certain dislike for Republican politicians and Rightwing authoritarian psychopaths, like the ones running this country, but after the heartwarming concern shown for Democrats, I felt that we could all just come together in same spirit of camaraderie.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Good News For People Who Like Bad News

Cheney endorses Lieberman.

What's Cheney's nationwide approval rating? 18%? 15%?

Yeah, that's gonna help.


I gotta say it: Bwahahahahaha!

Turn The Page

Hey! Turns out I had an extra Rush title! Consider it a punitive bombing.

Quite a few years ago, when I was working for The Man, I had a boss who was spectacularly bad at personnel management. Often, when someone would get a better job or just want to move on and would go in to give notice, he would fly off the handle and throw the employee out. His method of educating new employees was to humiliate them and browbeat them in front of other employees. He once hosted a stripper for his partner during office hours. Bad boss, is the point here.

But that's not where we're going right now.

At one point, he had hired a designer from germany or scandinavia, one of those teutonic countries, I'm not really sure. We'll call him Mariusz. The point here is that English was a second language for him, although he was pretty fluent in it. We didn't have any huge problems communicating.

Anyway, the thing is that Mariusz didn't work out, and the Boss sat him down in his office to 'let him go' as they say. But since the Boss kind of liked the guy, there was no tirade or anything. We don't really know what was said.

The next day, the Boss was on the road. We were all kind of surprised when Mariusz showed up for work. “Didn't the Boss fire him yesterday?” “I thought so” What's he doing here?“

And the next day was the same.

The third day, when the Boss was back, he came around and asked why Mariusz was still in the office, and everybody kind of said, we don't know. So finally the Boss had to go AND FIRE HIM AGAIN.

That's kind of how I feel about Joe Lieberman right now. The voters, his bosses, have Let Him Go. They feel they Are No Longer In Need Of His Services. Here's your Pink Slip. You've been Released To Seek Other Opportunities. You are now Promoted to Constituent.

We apologize for the actions of our previous Senator. The Individual responsible has been Sacked.

How else can we tell you to Hit The Road. You are Shitcanned. No, we don't want to bring you back as a contract employee, which is the delusion under which you currently seem to be laboring.

Joe, I know it's tough the first time you're fired. Sack up, man, in this Republican Economy, it's happened to most of us.
To borrow the final line from the final MST3K episode, ”Move ON Joe. We have.“

Sympathy for the Mekons

yeah, it's not a Rush title, is it?

well, since Tbogg and tha Editorz have ceased their anti Rush traitoriousness and emu-like bellowing, I find that we may now STAND DOWN, satisfied that we have secured a Canuckistanian victory for the forces of Northern Latitudinishisness.

Gratitude, of course, is due to Retardo who, through his timely intercessionary warnings, prevented full scale warfare THE LIKES OF WHICH THE INTERTUBES HAVE NEVER SEEN!

So, on with our lives, safe in the knowledge that they'll never try it again and when they do, we shall respond with the force of 1000 DERBYSHIRES!!!


Onward, excelsior!

I am mucho impressed by the outpouring of warnings and sympathy for the Democratic Party being issued by all factors of the Right Wing, both insane and.... well, mildly less insane, I guess.

The likes of Rush Limbaugh, the Wall Street Journal, Coki Roberts, Sean Hannity, Mr. Coulter, and Bill O'Reilly have predicted dire results for the Dems if Ned Lamont wins the primary, and worse if he is elected. They are issuing concerned warnings on a nearly non-stop basis.

It is heartwarming to see the people who, from six years to just scant weeks ago, have been decrying Democrats as destroying America, an unofficial fifth column (ooo, nostalgic cold war rhetoric makes me tingly), traitors and, of course, godless; are now oozing concern like a pustulent grandma.

Logic would suggest that the ones who harbor such hatred for the minority party would be satisfied, in fact maybe even gleeful, at the imminent destruction of their despicable foes. What accounts for the drastic reversal?

Fock if i know.

Is it possible that they have a cynical use for opposition? Without the Democrats to demonize, who would they organize their hate-fests around? What would Mr. Coulter write about, sports? How would they explain the abject failure of ALL of their goals if not blame it on Democrats?

Or maybe it's that they are upset that the Dems in CT finally tumbled to their favorit Mole Democrat, who never has a good word for fellow party members, but is always available for a little kissy face (literally AND figuratively) for His Esteemed Chimpness.

In any case, ladies, gentlemen, and Mr. Coulter; We all thank you for your concern. It touches us, really it does. I am sure it is not motivated by a deeply cynical self-interest and/or panicky desperation, regardless of what the General says. I am moved to tears, really I am. Disregard the laughter preceding the tears.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

In The End

Hey, do these words sound familiar?

“It’s time for Joe Lieberman and his friends in the Washington Establishment who distrust Ned Lamont to acknowledge that Ned is now the Democratic Party’s nominee for U.S. Senate, and that we as Democrats undermine our nominee’s credibility at our party and our democracy’s peril.”

Ezra Klein paraphrasing JOE'S OWN WORDS.

Lieberman is the worst sort of politician. A craven, sniveling weasel who will sell every one of his friends and his party to cling to his power. A man who has no use for integrity, ethics, and loyalty, except as a club to beat his fellow travelers down in order to maintain his profile in the most hypocritical, sleazy, underhanded way. He has no compundction at lying, cheating, stealing, or fraud to get his way. He's a sperm-burping gutter whore who blows Fox news in the morning and failed Bush administration officials in the afternoon, while evenings are spent rolling old ladies and setting winos on fire. The interests of his constituents, and the rights of the American People, are so far from his mind he'd have to rent Palomar Observatory telescope to see them. He kicks puppies and collects cats for Bil Frist, and enjoys feeding hamsters to snakes in his spare time.

I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire.

By all means, the Republicans can have him. He's yours, enjoy it. Except now that he's damaged goods, he's not gonna get any more support from the Right, because they are as craven, cowardly, and disloyal as Joe is.

Joe is going to be treated to a long line of Democrats and the public telling him in letters, by phone, and in person to drop out of the race and not prolong thsi stupid charade any longer, because his looming epic beat down as an independent is going to be bad for his self-respect.

Hillary Clinton, Ted Kennedy, John Edwards, and Rahm Emmanuel have already this morning come out in support of Ned Lamont. Harry Reid is already being petitioned to strip Lieberman of all his Democratic assignments, if Joe insists on defying the voter's will. Joe is an embarassment, and will become an albatross hanging around the neck of whoever supports him in November. You take him, Republicans, he's yours. If he's such a prize, you guys run him as President in 2008.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

YYZ

Stolen from Down With Tyranny:


How many Republicans does it take to change a light bulb?

1. One to deny that the light bulb needs to be changed

2. One to attack the patriotism of anyone who says the light bulb needs to be changed.

3. One to blame Clinton for burning out the light bulb.

4. One to tell the nations of the world that they are either for changing the light bulb or for darkness.

5. One to give a billion dollar no-bid/cost-plus contract to Halliburton for the new light bulb.

6. One to arrange a photograph of Bush, dressed as a janitor, standing on a stepladder under the
banner: “Light Bulb Change Accomplished.”

7. One administration insider to resign and write a book documenting in detail how Bush was literally in the dark.

8. One to viciously smear #7.

9. One surrogate to campaign on TV and at rallies on how George Bush has had a strong light bulb changing policy all along.

10. Finally, Joe Lieberman to confuse Americans about the difference between screwing the light bulb and screwing the country.

A Farewell To Kings





Today is the primary in CT. Joe Loserman faces the political fight of his life, and I believe deservedly so; as many long time politicians do, he's become part of the DC elite insiders, more comfortable with the lobbyists whose bidding he does than the people whose interests he was originally elected to represent.

Democracy! Get some today!

Howie Klein has some commentary from Rahm Emmanuel and Jello Biafra over at his place. And as ever, Firedoglake are Firedoglake are on the site, and fighting the good fight.

Many of Joe's buddies (including the Wall Street Journal editorial page?!?!?) cite his position as former VP candidate as part of the reason he deserves re-election, and I see their point: from a Republicans POV, Lieberman made a great opponent. He didn't debate Cheney worth a damn, and he was usually more critical of fellow Dems than of his ostensible opponents. That's the best kind of opposition- one who tends to throw the fight your way.

If Holy Smokin Joe hadn't been on that damn ticket, we never would have had to learn the words 'hanging chad' or 'President Bush'. I put it to you, campers, that Lieberman's presence on the ticket turned Democratic voters away, and was the straw that prevented them from voting for Gore. It certainly was for me. No wonder the Republicans love him, and want to see more Democrats like him.

I say, it's idiotic to take advice from people who want to see you lose, and it's about damn time the Democrats stopped doing it.

Go Ned. Boo Joe. Yay Rush. Geddy is my Buddy.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Losing It



The frenzy over Joe Lieberman's primary challenge from the Right, and from the Conservatively biased media, is becoming hilarious.

Cokie Roberts today claimed that it would destroy the Democratic Party.

Heh. How does that work, Cokie? Just how does a senatorial primary for the minority party turn into the death knell? Oh, it's because his challenger is so far left? Prove it. They never quite do that do they? It's all based on ad hominem: they say he's crazy-left, so he must be. Well listen to me now and hear me later: I'm Crazy-left, and there's NO POSSIBLE WAY Ned Lamont is crazy-left. He's never at the meetings.

Lieberman's support is coming from Republicans and, College Republicans, lobbyists and rightwing pundits. They've pumped over 10 million dollars to ol Joe, who can't get over the sheer effrontery of the Democratic Process long enough to actually run a campaign.

The pundits have been all over the papers and the airwaves decrying the 'angry left' and the 'far-left' candidate (Ned Lamont)....

Okay, I'd just like to rant a bit about this 'Far Left' idiocy that is constantly being spewed. Political dialogue in this country has moved so far right that John Dean is no longer a conservative. IN that context, the people that are being referred to as "Far Left' are barely what used to be called Centrist.

Progressives, in the form of the Left, have given the country public education, clean water, clean air, Social Security,

The Republicans are happy to have Joe. Ever hear the phrase "useful idiot"? But his constituents, you can call them the American People, are deciding they don't care for his representation any more. Again, it's called Democracy.

Fortunately for Ned Lamont, Lieberman's campaign is being run by the same DC insiders who have done such a bang-up job of keeping the Democrats in the minority position; while Lamont's is being run by 'outsiders'

And that, friends and tomatoes, is what scares the media blowhards, DC insiders and political establishment right down to the flap on their tighty-whities.If the established consultants can be shown up by 'amateurs', if an entrenched incumbent can be unseated by a grass roots oriented campaign, and if the power of the purse strings wielded by Corporate Donors can no longer guarantee an election; then the machine (and, not coincidentally, the right wing K Street Project) which has provided them with such sweet, positions may be imperiled by....Those dastardly Americans! Curse them! How did they get a say in who our leaders are!....oh wait.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

The Enemy Within

Alright, That's enough.

This Shall Not Stand!

There seems to be no end of bloggers out there on THE LEFT who find it abso-focking-lutely HILARIOUS to slag Rush. (No, not the fat drug addict felon. Keep up).

The Editors
TBogg-aroni ini arooni
And now, The Sadlys.


well, maybe not the Sadlys. They seem to be keeping an observer's role so far. But I remember the UTube Wars, when the observers themselves were turned into combatants; If they can remain impartial, the Canuck rain may yet spare them.

Until this is resolved, I vow to title every one of my posts with a Rush song; I will daily post a Rush related picture or video; and I will include Rush lyrics at random intervals. Here's one now:








It saddens me greatly to see once-great bloggers become mere shadows of their former selves by picking ill-conceived stances such as this one; bleeding their former credibility until they become parodies of themselves.

Retardo claims to be a moderate Rush fan, and there's nothing wrong with that. Actually, I would most likely fall into that category myself. But, you know, if they have their way, even moderate fans will be ostracized, condemned, and possible jailed in Guantanamo.

First, they will do it to the Rush fans, and you may not be a Rush fan; But eventually they will go after the Beatles and Kiss; and then we won't have anything but Taylor Hicks.

Friday, August 04, 2006

That's not really funny

How stupid does he think Americans are? Or is he really that stupid himself?

Does the violence tend to be up during the summer, in the spring, summer and fall months? Yes it does. And it tends to decline during the winter period. Does that represent failed policy? I don’t know. I would say not.
That's the only Secretary of Defense we've got, Rumsfeld, blaming the surging violence in Iraq on the weather. Can I get a 'Pshaw!' or maybe a 'Bastard!' ? Thank you!

This man is:
  1. Cerfiably insane;
  2. Cynically playing on the ignarance and apathy of the typical American;
  3. Living in an alternate universe;
  4. Completely incompetent;
  5. Cravenly grasping at any rationalization to avoid the obvious conclusion that he and his colleagues have totally screwed the pooch;
  6. All of the above, and he's innately evil, to boot.
It's all he can do to avoid the top of his head opening up and the festering demon within popping out, like an old animation from Monty Python's Flying Circus. Jack Murtha should walk up to him, pull those glasses off his prevaricating puss and stomp them, then kick Rumsfeld squarely in both shins.

Honoring our troops? This man sent them to be killed, for political games, and is blithely ignoring the increasingly dangerous and unsupportable position that he's put them in, just so he can avoid blame. He's the worst kind of craven, squittering political weasel. He makes Nixon look like a towering statesman. He gives Machiavellianism a bad name.

Every relative of every soldier that has died or been gravely wounded in Iraq should line up to kick this egregious cobag right in the ass, until his jockeys are hanging around his neck and he can taste his own balls.


Sheesh. And I was in a good mood after the eels show last night. Now I just need a drink.

World of Shit

...but for a couple of hours last night, the eels helped us all to live in the moment and just put aside the tragic condition of our fair world. As one of E's lines goes “...tired of the old shit, let the new shit begin.”

So It's gonna be an eels Friday Random Ten. Friday Random eels.

As we were leaving I said “I didn't know what to expect from the show. That was not what I expected.” Not in a bad way.

First off, some mad props for the openers, Smoosh. Two preteen girls on drums and keyboards, with a surprisingly sophisticated musicality and songwriting. The drummer in particular was impressive. I made observation that all the guys in bands at school probably wouldn't let them join 'cuz they're girlz, man, and we wanna rock, man!' but they went on to write the songs and go on tour with the eels. My wife mentioned that they were probably the nieces of someone in the eels, I replied 'which makes the guys who wouldn't let 'em in the band even bigger chumps!'

Here's what AllMusic Guide has to say about eels:

Although marketed as a band, the leader and focus of alt-rockers Eels is undeniably singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist E (real name Mark Oliver Everett). Born April 9, 1963, in Virginia, Everett became interested in rock music at an early age via his sister's record collection, and began playing drums at the age of six (as well as tinkering on his family's piano). After his father's passing just a few years later, Everett began leading a troubled teenage life, being arrested and expelled from school. But the turmoil led to an even stronger interest in music for Everett, as he taught himself how to play his sister's guitar, and shortly thereafter wrote his own original compositions.

Due to the fact that several of his friends also were called Mark, it was also around this time that Everett began going by just his initials, and eventually, solely by the letter “E.” By his early twenties, E was demoing countless songs on a used four-track cassette recorder, eventually deciding to pursue his rock & roll dreams by relocating to Los Angeles. Due to his prolific songwriting, the quality of his songs naturally began to improve, which prompted a recording contract as a solo artist for Polydor Records. A pair of underappreciated releases soon followed, 1992's A Man Called E (which was supported with a tour opening for Tori Amos) and 1993's Broken Toy Shop, before E left the label and formed Eels along with bassist Tommy Walter and drummer Butch Norton. The trio inked a deal with the then-newly formed DreamWorks label, and issued their debut, 1996's Beautiful Freak, as the group's sound was often compared to Beck. The album spawned a sizable MTV/alternative radio hit with “Novocaine for the Soul,” as its promo clip received three MTV Video Music Award nominations the following year, and the group's popularity rose in England (resulting in a Brit Award, presented to the group by goof metallists Spinal Tap).

What should have been a time of great promise for E and company turned out to be one of tragedy, as both the singer's sister and mother passed away (in addition to Walter leaving the group). The dark mood resonated in Eels' sophomore effort, Electro-Shock Blues, which proved to be even stronger than their debut, yet failed to break the group through to the big time commercially; despite collaborations with the likes of Mike Simpson (the Dust Brothers), Mickey P., Grant Lee Phillips (Grant Lee Buffalo), Jon Brion (Aimee Mann), and T-Bone Burnett. With new bassist Adam Siegal in tow, the group toured behind the release, before returning back to the studio immediately afterward to work on their third album. Issued in 2000, Daisies of the Galaxy proved to not be as dark as its predecessor, but again, failed to expand the group's following (R.E.M. guitarist Peter Buck guested on the album, and even helped co-pen a track). Despite the album's commercial failure, E put together “the Eels Orchestra” to support the release on tour, playing throughout Europe, America, and Australia, while the six-piece band featured saxophone, trombone, trumpet, banjo, guitar, violin, upright bass, piano, melodica, clarinet, and timpani (to make it work on-stage, each bandmember had to play three to four different instruments each night).

After a live recording of the 2000 Eels Orchestra tour, Oh What a Beautiful Morning, was issued via the group's official website, E began preparing for Eels' fourth studio release overall. Instead of penning the entire album by himself (as he'd done with the group's previous work), Souljacker was co-written and co-produced by E along with John Parish, as the album was issued throughout most of the world in September of 2001, but not in the U.S. until March of 2002 (in the U.S., the first edition of the CD contained a bonus four-track disc). The resulting tour saw E and Norton joined by multi-instrumentalist Parish, as well as new bassist/synthesizer player Koool G Murder. A live disc, Electro-Shock Blues Show, followed soon after to promote the tour.

Spring 2003 began a flurry of Eels/E-related releases, beginning with MC Honky and his SpinART release I Am the Messiah. While the man behind Messiah's splattering mix of hip-hop beats, dance grooves, and kitschy samples may or may not have been E in DJ drag, the album was nevertheless an enjoyable slice of summertime fun. April of that year saw the release of E/Everett's score for the indie film Levity, and in June came Shootenanny!, the Eels' fifth studio album. Its follow-up, 2005's Blinking Lights and Other Revelations, was an ambitious double album including 33 songs. Eels' With Strings: Live at Town Hall album, recorded June 30, 2005, documented the New York Town Hall performance during their 2005 tour of the same name. Their first properly released live album, With Strings: Live at Town Hall, was simultaneously issued in February 2006 with a concert DVD.

So I've been an eels fan since he was just a Man Called E. Finally, we got a tour through Brewtown. So we went, basically. How could we not?

As Noted, the last tour was Live, With Strings. The album reveals much more produced songs, and the more mellow stuff. So it isn't particularly surprising that this time out, E wanted to rock. They even did a song called “Rock Show”. They also did covers of “I Put A Spell On You” and Tom Waits “Jesus Gonna Be Here”. But I get ahead of myself.

After a roadie came out with full bottles of Maker's Mark and Jack Daniels to put on the drum riser (and when was the last time you saw a band drinking whiskey on stage?) a large - Large! - man wearing a SECURITY shirt, sunglasses, and muttonchops came out to stand by the side of the stage. While a guitar feedback/drone was reverberating throughout the room, he just sort of lurked there while the band came out and just kind of made noise for a bit. I like to think it was kind of a tribute to the Sonic Youth show on Sunday. The rest of the band (for Security Guy, who I shall just refer to as SG from now on, was certainly part of the band) were all in beards, dark clothing, hats and sunglasses. E looked like an aviator rescued from several years on a South Pacific island, the drummer looked like a Confederate soldier, and the guitarist looked like a lost Castro brother.

And they did rock. It was the biggest sound from a three piece band since the Figgs. The guitarist played a six string bass, so could play both bottom and lead.

SG handled most of the between song banter. “You People are the Deal.” “If I was more emotionally available, I would fall for you” and other non sequiturs. Otherwise, he kind of goofed- he held a phone up to E during one song, he played tambo, he did martial arts kicks, and even pumped some iron during one song. Toward the end, he pulled on a rubber glove and gave hand claps to audience members pointed out by E. During the encore, he sprayed whipped cream into audience members mouths.

During a 20 minute stretch of “I'm Going To Stop Pretending That I Didn't Break Your Heart”, e left the stage for a bit, leaving the band to keep playing, and gave his guitar to SG, who filled in with some rhythm work, then cam back to finish the song.

They played lots of stuff I didn't know, several covers, and one of the encores was the little ditty “I Like Birds”, sped up and rocked a la the Ramones. And they brought out Smoosh to dance and sing for the encores.

1. Grace Kelly Blues from the album “Daisies Of The Galaxy” by Eels
2. I Write The B-Sides from the album “Rotten World Blues (EP)” by eels
3. If You See Natalie from the album “Blinking Lights and Other Revelations” by Eels
4. Things the Grandchildren Should Know from the album “Blinking Lights and Other Revelations” by Eels
5. Spunky from the album “Live At Town Hall: Eels - With Strings (Live)” by Eels
6. Last Time We Spoke from the album “Blinking Lights and Other Revelations” by Eels
7. Souljacker Part II from the album “Souljacker” by eels
8. The Sound Of Fear from the album “Daisies Of The Galaxy” by Eels
9. It's a M**********r from the album “Live At Town Hall: Eels - With Strings (Live)” by Eels
10. Theme from Blinking Lights from the album “Blinking Lights and Other Revelations” by Eels

Bonus eels:

11. Losing Streak from the album “Live At Town Hall: Eels - With Strings (Live)” by Eels
12. God's Silence from the album “Blinking Lights and Other Revelations” by Eels
13. Teenage Witch from the album “Souljacker” by eels
14. Estate Sale from the album “Daisies Of The Galaxy” by Eels
15. Something Is Sacred from the album “Daisies Of The Galaxy” by Eels

Good show, E.

Go out and get some of this music. 'Electro-Shock Blues' is one of the best. Have a Friday, folks.

Oh, and a thumbs down to Shiner Bock. I only had three beers, and man I've got a hangover. Bleah.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

God Bull





The chundermuffins from 3Bulls are apparently not content to mess up their own little part of teh INtertubes, but are now coming directly to your house to eat pork.

Teen Age Riot



Bright Spots on the Horizon:

the eels at the Pabst on Thursday night. E is a weird-ass genius. “Hey Man (Now You're Really Living)” is a slice of alternative pop perfection.



The ineffable Sonic Youth also at the Pabst on Sunday Night. Don't bother calling me on Monday, I won't be able to hear you. As mandolin poet John Kruth once said “I stood next to a guy named Thurston with a Very Loud Guitar.” Rather Ripped indeed.


KE and Mike let me know when youse wants to go.

The Apologist

Sorry about the lack of blather.

No really. I'd like to keep this thing updated on a more consistent basis. The Great Summerfest Experiment demonstrated the possibility, was a test-bed if you want to put it that way and why not.

Haven't had the urge to spew and rant. As Pinko Punko observed, the world and the chundermuffins are totally depressing. American Idol visits the President, while the killing continues apace. The Busy descends on my head like a large, greasy emu, weighing me down and messing up my hair with emu poop. And the Heat, the HEAT.

[The next asshat that tells me that the science on Global Warming is inconclusive (thousands of responsible articles and studies, and NOT ONE that contradicts the theory of global warming holds up to scrutiny. Ever. It's called Science, hosebags) and that we don't have to make some efforts to combat it is going to get my foot and a large rodent so far up their chundertunnel that I'll be kicking their medulla oblongata. The Weather is fucked, and really, what is the focking chance that the human virus hasn't been at least a partial cause?]

So the world is being shattered by greed and ideology, and the fucking dominionist asswipes are cheering, because their lives are so empty, meaningless and generally small minded that outside of telling other people to stop with the sex already, the only thing they've got that will get their tiny little things wiggling is The End Of The World, Baby, and we're not gonna be feeling fine, oh, no, we're gonna be feeling hot and irritable and beset by these whinging Christianist gollums until we maybe have to Rapture their melons right into the next life just to shut them the hell up.

And the Klark Kent life is not what it's cracked up to be. Teh Busy is making me more than a bit crazy, what with the phones and the meetings and the bills and the deadlines and the Hey LADY fagroon klubble klubble.


You may or may not be able to tell, I've been spending a bit of time at teh Bulls and Sadly, No! just because there's a fine sense of idiocy and meaningless inanity that runs loose around there (occasional sightings of Serious Pants) that provides a bit of relief from the death, destruction, and just general Decay of Civilization that's been brought about by the incompetents in the Republican Party.

I'm gonna try to keep something current, but don't sue me if it doesn't work out. Or go ahead and sue me, I got no money so you're wasting your time, Evil Clown!

Buh-squack.