Wednesday, February 15, 2006

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ZOMBIE VP

Well, we can be thankful that this abomination to reasonable sensibilities will never be elected president, anyway. He is aptly named, and should resign at once. He is the best insurance against assasination or impeachment of the president that has existed throughout our history. How we obtained a zombie for VP is beyond me, and I lived through it all.

This is the type of embarrassment in the face of which a true public servant would resign. Instead we'll all continue to witness how an evil despot responds, and how his sycophants gloriously congratulate him in his evil. I am reminded of "the Head" in the C.S. Lewis novel, "That Hideous Strength," the third in his science fiction trilogy.

Shame. Shame. Shame on all of us. This is one of our leaders?

Echidne of the Snakes, VIA WIIIAAI: ARCHETYPAL IMAGERY

It's not like it was drunk driving or anything, but...

Dick Cheney should probably tell our impressionable children whether or not he had consumed any alcohol before shooting his friend. This is a legitimate inquiry, and the issue is serious in view of the pathetic cover up, and the refusal to speak to the local police.

These are the types of affairs that generally cause public servants to resign. Drunk driving, shooting others, shooting others while intoxicated. We'll now see how authoritarian despots respond to similar circumstances: "No comment on an ongoing investigation", or some such blather, other than the jokes, of course.

"A Nation of Laws"

Silly liberals.

the gates of delirium

Jordanian jihadists spreading the civil war now raging in Iraq beyond Iraq's borders. The tempo of violence is increasing.

Bushie should be soon spouting again about how "freedom's on the march", or "we've turned a corner", or "the insurgency is in its last throes", or whatever other lie may spring from the cesspool in karl rove's head in the next few weeks.

Oh, and terror alerts will probably be rolled out in time for the next election also. Notice how we haven't had one since Karl ended these after the 2004 election.

The Gates of Delirium


Stand and fight we do consider
Reminded of an inner pact between us
That's seen as we go
And ride there
In motion
To fields in debts of honor
Defending

Stand the marchers soaring talons,
Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom,
Fighting we know,
Destroy oppression
The point to reaction
As leaders look to you
Attacking

Choose and renounce throwing chains to the floor.
Kill or be killing faster sins correct the flow.
Casting giant shadows off vast penetrating force
To alter via the war that seen
As friction spans the spirits wrath ascending (slowly) to redeem.

Wars that shout in screams of anguish,
Power spent passion bespoils our soul receiver,
Surely we know.
In glory
We rise to offer,
Create our freedom,
A word we utter,
A word.

Words cause our banner, victorious our day.
Will silence be promised as violence display?
The curse increased we fight the power
And live by it by day.
Our gods awake in thunderous roars,
And guide the leaders' hand in paths of glory to the cause.

Listen, should we fight forever
Knowing as we do know fear destroys?
Listen, should we leave our children?
Listen, our lives stare in silence;
Help us now.

Listen, your friends have been broken,
They tell us of your poison; now we know.
Kill them, give them as they give us.
Slay them, burn their childrens' laughter
On to hell.

The fist will run, grasp metal to gun.
The spirit sings in crashing tones,
We gain the battle drum.
Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn.
The pen won't stay the demon's wings,
The hour approaches pounding out the Devil's sermon.

Soon, oh soon the light,
Pass within and soothe this endless night
And wait here for you,
Our reason to be here.

Soon, oh soon the time,
All we move to gain will reach and calm;
Our heart is open,
Our reason to be here.

Long ago, set into rhyme.
Soon, oh soon the light,
Ours to shape for all time,
Ours the right;
The sun will lead us,
Our reason to be here.

Anderson/Howe/Moraz/Squire/White

Facial

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

this guy has balls

that liberal media

We can’t return America to the people without straightening out the problems in media, IMO. [In Maha's Opinion] Democracy can’t work unless the people are truthfully informed. And when they aren’t seeing their real concerns being addressed by the political psychobabblers on television, most people will just tune out politics as being kind of pointless. And the Wingnuts will continue to run our beautiful country into the ground, because people don’t even know they might have had another choice.
The Democratic Party seems largely unable to pull itself together and push back. There are individual Democrats who are terrific people. But any Democrat who sticks his neck out is instantly, and visciously, smeared throughout news media, and the Dem Party won’t provide cover.
So it’s left to the Blogosphere to push back. It’s not much, but it’s all we’ve got.

travelling to the goat jester nebula

It's just ironic, not heartless, or anything

The AP is running a story of the White House's use of humor to defuse the seriousness of the shooting by zombie cheney, juxtaposed on many news sites with reports of the shooting victim's heart attack ....

From the bunker, the zombie in chief had no comment. The commander in chief of the world was bicycling and also could not be reached for comment at the time of this publication.

The Rude One asks, "What's it gonna take to surprise anyone?"

"At this point, we could discover that Karl Rove and Dick Cheney rape Iranian village pre-teen girls and then the President, ashamed of the sinful actions of his two close advisors, as well as of the defiled children, kills the girls, gutting them, cutting them up, and feeding the press corps a buffet of pate' and meatloaf made from the bodies, catered, of course, by Halliburton, while Tom DeLay, Bob Ney, Orrin Hatch, and Bill Frist use the blood to write voodoo bills that magically allow the government to spy on your toilet without a shit warrant, and Donald Rumsfeld freeze-dries the girls' organs to grind up into a powder for his cognac because he believes it's an aphrodisiac that he needs in order to get it up so he can head over to a VA hospital to jack off on the stumps of comatose Iraq War wounded, rubbing his dick on the bandages so he can say that he "feels their pain," as Rove and Cheney think about moving on to the captured missing children of Hurricane Katrina they keep hidden in a bunker buried in the Vice President's Maryland mansion's yard.

And you know what? CNN would still balance the facts of the story with the demonic visage of Scott McClellan spinning it away, calling it ludicrous and ridiculous and "beyond the pale to suggest" yet never really denying all the fucking and gutting and grinding and rubbing, although if it had been done, it was for security reasons that are classified.

...The confirmation of all the shit many on the left have been saying about Katrina, about DeLay, about Libby and leaks ought to be another of those massive tipping points. But no one's suprised. It's just become too hard to process it all, you know. It's just traffic sounds, so many crickets, so much white noise."

The Vice President is standing by his decision to shoot Harry Whittington.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Plans to Truck 54,000 Tons of Radioactive Nuclear Waste Deemed Safe

Library Police



BOOKMAN: You took this book out in 1971.

JERRY: Yes, and I returned it in 1971.

BOOKMAN: Yeah, '71. That was my first year on the job. Bad year for libraries. Bad year for America. Hippies burning library cards, Abby Hoffman telling everybody to steal books. I don't judge a man by the length of his hair or the kind of music he listens to. Rock was never my bag. But you put on a pair of shoes when you walk into the New York Public Library, fella.

JERRY: Look, Mr. Bookman. I--I returned that book. I remember it very specifically.

BOOKMAN: You're a comedian, you make people laugh.

JERRY: I try.

BOOKMAN: You think this is all a big joke, don't you?

Sunday, February 12, 2006

See, I'm not a lawyer, so it's kind of hard for me to kind of get bogged down in the law. (Applause.)

topsail= total information awareness

Central Services

"We do the work; you do the pleasure"

Healing,

with new limbs.

Explosions have killed 1,123 American service members in Iraq and have wounded at least 10 times more, often with a devastating combination of injuries — ruptured organs and severed spines, obliterated limbs and burst eyeballs.

Among the more than 16,653 Americans wounded in Iraq are 387 amputees, including 62 who, like Corporal Beyers, have lost more than one limb, said Lt. Col. Paul Pasquina, chief of physical medicine and rehabilitation at Walter Reed. The amputations, traumatic though they are, are often accompanied by painful complications. "It's not as easy as putting on even the most high-tech prosthetic and just walking off," Colonel Pasquina said.

Most of the amputees returning from combat zones have an infection, because a bomb blast can embed bacteria, dirt or pieces of clothing deep into the wound, Colonel Pasquina said. A severe infection could require further amputation or possibly be fatal.

About 20 percent of the amputees have had potentially serious blood clots that formed as a result of the initial trauma. About half of them experience a condition in which bone grows at the site of amputation, called heterotopic ossification, he said. In the worst cases, the growth can prevent proper fitting of a prosthesis or pierce the skin.

Corporals Schilling and Beyers each have mild cases of abnormal bone growth. Fissures also have formed at the end of their stumps, where their wounds were closed, and the irritated, blistered skin could become infected.

Artificial limbs are increasingly sophisticated — legs with microprocessors that help provide stability and a normal gait, or arms with attachments shaped to catch baseballs or flip pancakes. But the psychological effects of losing a limb, particularly for young, active military members, can be deep and lasting, a constant reminder of the war.