And I ran! Iran my nuclear testing straight into the heart of the Zionist pig! Well, in preemptive response to American action against it’s nuclear program, Iran has threatened to attack Israel. And for those of you short on your Middle East history, Israel has had no problem of attacking perceived threats in the past.
In seriously sad news, John Kenneth Galbraith died this week. Galbraith was one of the most progressive American economists, frequently critiquing the American system of capitalism and no fan of the militarization of the government. Some favorite quotes: “The modern conservative is engaged in one of man’s oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness.” and “If you feed enough oats to the horse, some will pass through to feed the sparrows.” – in relation to trickle-down economics. Though much has not been said, Salon has a wonderful appreciation on the man.
Oh, and more on the Colbert speech at the Press Corps Dinner. Check out Think Progresses report on Fox News covering the speech (quick insider glance: THEY DIDN’T LIKE IT!). What intrigues me is the speech really didn’t attack Bush, he was what I would term collateral damage. Yes, Colbert was mocking his intelligence and his policies. But he was really attacking the journalists at the event for allowing Bush basically to have his way in Washington. In short, Colbert, like many of us, was disgusted by the lack of journalism that has allowed the Republican controlled government to go unchecked. And if you think the MEDIA has some profound liberal bias, I suggest you check this Media Matters article on the press coverage of the Iraqi war, including the famous ‘Mission Accomplished’ incident.
That’s the end of my disgust for today. For a little humor, check out Apple’s new ad campaign.
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I love the puns.
Fine blog here my friend(s)… Like your style(s)…
As time brings us new flowers
Our bodies bow in lone light
Calling to our souls
Wrenching hearts for sport
And the bland taste of oil.
Beloved, our hands meet in this facade
Clasping our part, leaning against us
In here; our own starving
Awaits the news of future bread.
Outside, where seas rage and winds howl
In the soft gleam of day where winged fowl
Move swift and free within the stained air,
Hope and death as new flowers
To our turned backs come.
It is the music of this we shall not hear
Afraid to see what touches near;
Love and peace.
It is measly hope we not fail closely this…
Woah, nice Mr. Poetry man. Thanks for the link — I’ve returned the favor.
No problem, alec. The capatalist policia are looking for you…Something about bowling pins…?
Aside: No biggy… but the blog name hasn’t an “a” just the address has an “A” at the beginning…Other than that…I like bowling pins.
Did you place me next to “Hookers for Jesus” as some kind of sign, or channeling thing?
Haha. No, all linking is incidental. All side by side links are incidental contact.
Further, I do not like bowling pins. When there all lined up, they represent my repressed memories of being chased around by ungrateful peasants.