May 21, 2015

GOD DAMN IT

Obama’s trade bill clears key Senate hurdle

WASHINGTON (AP) — President Barack Obama’s trade agenda cleared a key Senate hurdle and advanced toward passage on Thursday despite the strong opposition of most Democrats.

The 62-38 vote capped a long, tense roll call on a measure that will allow Obama to negotiate trade deals that Congress can only accept or reject, but not change.

With Republicans generally in favor of the measure, the pivotal votes were cast by Sen. Maria Cantwell, D-Wash., and a handful of other lawmakers who support the trade measure. They used the showdown as leverage to seek a commitment that the Senate would act next month on legislation to keep the Export-Import Bank in existence. The government-backed bank backs overseas sales by US companies.

The rest: http://www.bostonglobe.com/news/nation/2015/05/21/obama-trade-bill-clears-key-senate-hurdle/mx4oLRruIWZIuskKf4UZ3H/story.html

Fuck these people.

May 21, 2015

Blerf blerf farble warble glub wub noop noop noop pzzzzcheeeezzz...

...because sometimes gibberish is the only proper response.

Ted Cruz: Gays Should Stop Advocating For Equal Rights Because, ISIS

Ted Cruz spent time with high-value donors in a private meeting Tuesday but was confronted by the media after the event. Reporters asked the 2016 Republican presidential candidate several questions about gay people and same-sex marriage, eliciting a rambling and frustrated response.

"Is there something about the left — and I am going to put the media in this category — that is obsessed with sex?," Cruz asked, as the Texas Tribune reported. Reporters actually weren't asking about sex, but rather same-sex marriage, which may reveal a clue about Cruz's thought processes on the issue.

"ISIS is executing homosexuals — you want to talk about gay rights? This week was a very bad week for gay rights because the expansion of ISIS, the expansion of radical, theocratic, Islamic zealots that crucify Christians, that behead children and that murder homosexuals — that ought to be concerning you far more than asking six questions all on the same topic."

Salon labeled Cruz's response "an amalgam of Islamophobia, religiosity, and a not-particularly-sensible shot at the left that included something about The Children."

The rest: http://www.thenewcivilrightsmovement.com/davidbadash/ted_cruz_says_gays_should_stop_advocating_for_marriage_because_isis

May 20, 2015

George W. Bush. Bastard.

Thanks to the linguistic calisthenics of his dipshit brother, George W. Bush and his catastrophic Iraq war are back in the news again...so I thought I'd run this one up the flagpole one more time.

I found myself literally unable to write for a large portion of 2008, because I was just burned out on this guy and all his pals. This was expiation, almost an exorcism for me. I tore him out of my soul and threw him from me.

But the cat comes back. Bastard.

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(snip)

From a certain perspective, one could argue that you have been the most successful president the country has ever seen. Think about it, because according to your definition of "success," it's true. You came into office looking to make your friends richer, and to fulfill as best you could your most overriding personal belief: that government is the problem, so government must be damaged and denuded to the point of impotence. Through your tax cuts and your two vastly expensive boondoggle wars, you made your friends rich. By unleashing Mr. Cheney and your other minions, you tore the Constitution to shreds and tatters. You have achieved both goals in smashing style, so from that certain perspective, you have triumphed.

Could you also, from the proper perspective, be considered our greatest president?

Perhaps, someday, if we make it so.

It will be in the best interests of many powerful people if we as a nation simply dismiss you and forget you ever happened. A lot of news media people want us to forget you, because in forgetting you, we would forget the media's vast complicity in your actions and misdeeds. A lot of rich people making new fortunes from war profiteering and defense contracts want us to forget they and you even exist, as it would make it possible for them to do it all again someday. A lot of politicians who stapled themselves to you would simply adore it if we forgot about you. The Republican Party would be forever in our debt if we forgot about you.

No. We will not forget you. We will remember.

We the people are going to save you from ignominious oblivion. We will remember. You could be the president who doomed America, the worst president of all time, but we must not, will not let that happen. You will be remembered differently, because we will hold the memory of you high, and behold you, and say, "Never, never, never again." We have tasted the soot and smelled the blood on the wind; we have seen how fragile our way of government is when placed in the hands of low men such as you, and because of that, you will be remembered for all time.

Your greatness will be defined by how we rise to overcome and undo what you have done. Your greatness will stand forever if we never, ever forget the hard, bitter lessons you taught us. We are responsible for this republic, for our Constitution, and for each other. We are our brother's keeper. You taught us that by becoming our Cain. You nearly slew us, but here we stand, and we defy the place in history you would relegate us to. We defy you, and by doing so, we rise.

Something like you must never again be allowed to happen to this country, and if we save ourselves by preventing you from ever happening again, your greatness is assured. You are the tallest of all possible warnings, and a promise all of us must solemnly and stalwartly keep. If we can damn you to the past, we will save our own future.

May you live forever, you son of a bitch.

The rest:

William Rivers Pitt | The Greatest Greatness of George W. Bush
Wednesday 07 January 2009
http://truth-out.org/archive/component/k2/item/81880:the-greatest-greatness-of-george-w-bush

May 19, 2015

Happy 90th birthday, Malcolm X. His words on police violence.

Some 50 years later.

Prophetic.

May 16, 2015

Loose ends...

I guess the best way to put it is I'm at loose ends today. Part of me would love five minutes alone in a locked room with Dzhokhar Tsarnaev and a nice length of lead pipe for what he did, and almost did, to my friends and my town and our favorite day. Part of me is horrified at that part of me. Most of me wishes they had sentenced him to life instead of death. The rest of me is just exhausted.

And at the end of it all...it's just so sad. Just so terribly, unfathomably sad. I hope the verdict brought a measure of closure to the victims and their families...but Jesus, "closure," what a contrived word. When you get your legs blown off, or see your kid dead on the sidewalk with his guts in his lap, what is "closure"? It's a catchphrase, not a reality. It's a word the lawyers use at press conferences.

What an utter God damned waste. What an asshole. What a mess.

Anyway, I'm going to go hug my kid and try for a day to not think about the casual savagery humans visit upon other humans for vengeance or "God" or profit. We really are going to die of stupid if we're not careful. It's a lethal disease, and it's spreading like wildfire.

May 16, 2015

So we kill someone to show that killing someone is wrong

Um...?

-- One (recently former) Boston resident's opinion

I pleaded for this little shit's life some weeks ago.

Mercy Is Ours to Give, if We Choose It
http://www.truth-out.org/opinion/item/30153-mercy-is-ours-to-give-if-we-choose-it

"There is no sense in killing someone to prove that killing someone is wrong. More than that, and at bottom, showing him the mercy he did not himself summon says, for all time and in all directions, that we are better than him, and better than that."

...alas.

May 14, 2015

If President Obama declared that all firstborns be put to the sword...

...some people here would defend it and champion it. "Overpopulation, you know."

Fascinating stuff.

May 12, 2015

'Scuse me, but...

May 12, 2015

*ahem*

May 10, 2015

Happy Mother's Day from me to you, with all the love in my heart.

(Shutterstock)

They Call It "Labor" for a Reason
By William Rivers Pitt
Truthout | Op-Ed

Sunday, Mother's Day, 10 May 2015

We were rolling down Route 2 in the summer of 2012, eastbound toward Boston after a whirlwind tour of visiting family and friends, when my wife got this sudden startled look on her face, turned to me, and said, "You know, I think I'm late." To my credit, the car swerved only slightly, almost imperceptibly, and never left the lane. We had been trying for a baby for a while, but had only days ago agreed that it might not be in the cards.

Nope.

We got home, walked to CVS, purchased a pregnancy test, and brought it back to the house: positive. We walked back to CVS, purchased the most expensive pregnancy test in the history of humankind with buttons and blinking lights - the thing could probably have done our taxes if we asked it to - and brought it home: so totally positive, and we were off to the races.

What they don't tell you about pregnancy, the dirty little secret everyone keeps to themselves, is how physically and emotionally grueling the last month of the process is. Everything is crazy, and you're just huge, and totally off-balance to boot. Try to imagine having a large bag of rocks strapped to your belly, rocks that kick you in the bladder, and then try to do your thing. Try to sleep, try to pee, try to simply stand up ... oh, and rack in those calories because you're eating for two, but don't have a drink, even though after nine long months that's all you want to do.

We walked, and walked, and walked in those final days at the close of March between towering snowbanks, snowbanks and slick sidewalk ice because that winter was an ass-kicker, because of course it was. I was like Johnny Bench, just waiting to make the catch if she slipped during her ponderous plod. And then one day she had some hot & sour soup, we watched the season finale of The Walking Dead, and boom, twenty hours later my wife held this screaming, swaddled little bean in her exhausted arms, and the look on her face was a vivid Technicolor broadcast announcing the whole thing was worth the ride.

Oh, the look on her face. Our daughter gave us a few good scares during the delivery process, perhaps because she knew it was April Fools' Day and wanted to mess with our heads. There is nothing quite so nerve-wracking as when the baby-monitoring machine strapped to your belly starts beeping wildly, and one deliberately casual doctor in the delivery room suddenly FOOP becomes eight not-so-casual doctors in the room hovering over you like you're Tippi Hedron in a Hitchcock movie.

Motherhood begins in blood and pain, drenched in sweat with a white-knuckle grip on the closest thing available ... but when the beeping subsided and my wife heard the sound of her daughter's first living cry, the perfection of joy that was her face beggared the word "sublime." She held her daughter, and nursed her, and rocked her, and sang to her, and so it was that the journey of a lifetime began.

(snip)

Thank you, Mom. Thank you, moms.

Happy Mother's Day.

The rest: http://www.truth-out.org/opinion/item/30698-they-call-it-labor-for-a-reason