I never thought education was that difficult. You listened, read, did problems, and answered questions, sometimes you needed a little help. I was in advanced classes all through High School. I scored a five on the Advanced Placement physics test. I took Calculus. I wrote in advanced honors and Advanced Placement English classes. I won awards in numerous competitions for my photography. I was a varsity Wrestler for two years and junior varsity for one. It was not easy to get into college. I only scored a mere and meager 960 on the SAT and I wasted not just one but TWO Saturdays taking the damn thing. I didn't want to go to college and after one full year at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst I walked away with many experiences but a stupendous double barrel of Zero point Zero cumulative GPA. I took one year off and then went back only to withdraw in the middle of my second semester and only achieving a Two point Zero my first semester back. I am well read, quite literate and still use my advanced math skills daily. I did not attend state funded pre school but rather a day care service under the guise of school in order for my Mother to be freed up to work. I have an IQ that is exceptional but standardized test scores and academic acheivement to the contrary. What went wrong? According to Rob Reiner everything. When looking at modern primary schooling and parenting practices I could not agree with him more but for very very different reasons. I am NO "Meathead"!

Mr Meathead has achieved the placement of Proposition 82 on the ballot this upcoming election here in California. It is the "Pre-School for All Initiative". It makes vomit crawl up my throat. It proposes that through a 1% tax on singles making over 400,000 a year and a 2% tax on couples making 800,000 or more a year we are going to use that mean 1.7% tax increase on the upper echelon to save the world via pre-school. Although he calls it coincidence, there have been ad campaigns drilling home into the squash some of us call brains, that with pre-school little Jenny will succeed and own everything her little heart desires including intelligence and a morally guided heart that bleeds for the underachieved and non prosperous. Aaawwww! It is so heart warming. But if little Jenny can't get pre-school she will end up a crack whore living with a wife beating pedophile in a motel six with her fifteen illegitimate children that get ass raped by her alcoholic other half who pimps her out for junk and tweek. This whole premise is really retarded (and I use that word both from it's definition and the derogatory)! Pre-school teaches us to color, say the ABC's and count as well as how to get along with others, snack, nap, roll up your nappy cot, and to play. MMMMMM? Isn't this what Mother's are supposed to do? Or even a stay at home Dad? Oh wait both of them are out  whoring themselves to dwell in the world of material madness and over inflated Jones licking that has become the modern rat race of "what I have" not "who I am". Did they go to pre-school? By Meathead's standards obviously not, and I sincerely doubt Mr. Meathead did either with Daddy Carl's money getting dumped into that fat fucks leisure activities as opposed to pre-color and counting "education". It gets worse when you think of how most of the middle class and  upper class already abandon their children off at pre-school that they pay for out of pocket. MMMMM so let's see the people that are rewarded here in California for puppy push outs are the one's who should have kept their legs closed and not become a state funded liberal zombie maker completely dependant on the state and mmmm let's see, oh yes, those tax dollar sucking societally degrading ILLEGAL immigrants. Rewards for bad decisions, how beautiful is that? Well Meathead is getting them too since his First Five Commission (which he resigned from the chairman post of just last week) which funded this initiative also raped and pillaged the cigarette tax that they got passed as Proposition 10 to fund this garbage with ads and budget embezzlement spoojed into the mouths of all his contract buddies. Can you say cahoots? What are the real reasons for all this crap? Maybe Meathead needs preschool, it looks like in 2010 when it is free for all his fat ass of cheaped out frugality and money scavenging and scoundreling will get it on the taxpayers tab, the way he thinks it should be for all!

Why would we want our money going to any public education anyway? Let's look at what it has got us in recent years and in recent weeks specifically. We'll start with English since most of our education tax dollars (significantly so here in California) go to teaching kids how to just speak it, nevermind actually be able to communicate with it effectively and proficiently. I won't even focus on the mainstream slang-ing of our lexicon to legitimately incorporate words like "gotten" into the vernacular, which is depressing and verbally suicidal at best, but lets look at standardized tests instead. The real simple graduation tests not the Grand Pubah known as the SAT. After seven years of rolled up sleeve fist fighting we, here in California and other states around the country have done the same or continue to struggle to, implemented the "graduation test". The problem of this dumbed down test, from tenth grade level reading writing and arithmetic to eighth grade level lobotomizing, is still not stupid enough for the masses and is highlighted in the case of Iris Padilla. She is a sixteen year old senior at Richmond High here in California, who has one last ditch attempt at passing her proficiency test that is finally mandatory this year. She is the Latin American culture club president, involved in other political and religious clubs and wants to be a Psychology major in college. She said to the press, "I need a diploma. I want it. I deserve it. I've been going to school and studying. I want to have a profession." The problem is that she said this all through an interpreter. She doesn't speak enough English to survive beyond the gates of her sheltered and cottled existence among the circle of friends, family and pinko socialist teachers that speak her native tongue of Spanish. She is one of 73,270 students that can not pass the tests on some level or another (that is one out of five of the statewide graduating class for 2006) and she is also one of the 40,002 students that DO NOT SPEAK ENGLISH!!!!!! Is it just me or is something completely and masochistically fucked up about that? On a word identifier test she could identify shrimp but not spoon. I guess she eats cereal with her hands. On the graduation tests you can even get a glossary to help translate and the instructions can be read to you in your native tongue. Don't worry though community colleges in L.A. and San Francisco have vowed to right this unjustice by just giving them diplomas anyway without having to pass the exam as they are not in school districts that the test passing is confined to under the repeatedly dumbed down bill  started by State Superintendent Jack O'Connell (he exclaims that to award a diploma to someone who has not passed the test would be "immoral"). This is pathetic. I guess Iris "Bubba Gump" Padilla didn't go to pre-school either.

I wonder, as we move onto history, civics, and geography, if in Aurora CO the Overland High School geography "teacher" (should be tyrant applicator or maybe brainwash buffoon) Jay Bennish had attended pre-school? His in classroom (yes the classrooms we pay for the education we pay for and his salary that WE pay for) rants and ravings poised and presented as fact finally fed up one of his students, Sean Allen, who had taped one of these boisterous self righteous parade prances on his MP3 player to let us all into the world of public high schools yet again. I am sure you have heard the clips or maybe even been lucky enough to hear the whole thing (they are out there just google Jay Bennish and listen in) so I won't eat up tons of page space but I will point out two of the funnier  so called "points" that this jack ass spouted off about. He justified the chemical bombing or nuking of South Carolina tobacco fields by South Americans, Iranians, or even China by comparing it to the once mutual effort in Peru and Bolivia to eradicate Coca fields. Someone tell moody to call this guy up from the jerk store. Tobacco vs Coca it is six of one half dozen of another but you can't process Tobacco into a ten fold demon of depravity from it's already addictive pulpit like you can Coca. And last I checked Cocaine is more fun and profitable than Cigarettes. Sex on blow is fun. Ever hear of someone chainsmoking through a bang session and needing more upon climax - I think not. Anyhow the other comment made by Mr. Liberal the GEOGRAPHY teacher (lets not forget most kids can't find their ass with a road map AND directions  and maybe just maybe this is why) was that of the now infamous Bush - Hitler comparison. I will quote it here but preface it by saying in the inauguration address, which is what he is referencing, Bush does not say we should dominate the world and he only uses God twice and one of those two times is at the end in the ever popular and present inaugural closer "God Bless America". Here it goes,"He started off his speech talking about how America should be the country that dominates the world, that we have been blessed, essentially by God, to have the most civilized, most advanced, best system, and that it's our duty as American's to use the military to go out into this world and make the world like us. It sounds alot like the things that Adolf Hitler used to say." He goes onto say that they are not one in the same but that the tones are eerily familiar of each other. The student who recorded the class, and who was receiving death threats for causing the teachers suspension no doubt from the little socialist commie kids that are repeatedly walking out of class in protest of said suspension, said that the class was 20% geography and 80% ludicrous rantings of a mad man. Something about Ozzy Osbourne and diarrhea comes to mind but I digress. Did Mr. Bennish learn about Hitler in pre-school or are his communication skills and concepts of teaching what he took away form his four year old babysitting adventure?

I won't touch base on math since two and two in this case are not even close to coming out as four, however, I will kerplunk briefly into the finance end of why it all happens. To think that Governer Schwarzenner actually wanted merit pay for teachers as opposed to this tenure rubbish that will have DR. Jay the Geography God back in his class room in days. Think of all the idiots that have to do with public education, the mis guided funds, the corrupt teachers union, Christ! just think of the movie "Teachers" with Nick Nolte, Jo Beth Williams and Ralph Machio. Amongst an all star studded cast (including Judd Hirsch, Richard Mulligan, Crispin Glover, and Laura Dern) the movie tells us what education was then and what it is now and probably will be till we sink a big lead filled boot of reality up the ass of these pompous beard scratchers that are pissed that they are not College Professors, and College well that is another subject. The more I now think in my closing of that movie the more I know it is a must see and proves all points while opening many doors to the elitist few who stand outside the doors of education and still resolve it to be nothing more than a corrupt babysitter brainwashing the teachers of tomorrow!

How much are we willing to take? Probably alot since all of us grown-ups aren't in school anymore we are completely numb to the rigors, concepts, and convulusion found on the blackboard. Maybe that Chapel Hill terrorist  Mohammed Reza Taher-azar was just pissed about what he was getting for his liberal education dime and decided to use Allah as a patsy. Or maybe he is jealous of that immunity-free-ride granted Taliban spokeshole Mother Fucker that gets to go to Yale. Much like the tootsie pop licking conundrum ... the world may never know ... until Wednesday when we hump day together ...

 

The most perturbing of realities is that which flounders in the question of patriotism vs. nationalism. I view myself as a patriot. I stand during the anthem, whether at home or at the event, I take my hat off, stand, and sing along. I, unlike the other 999 in the thousand asked, can tell you the five rights granted to us in the first Amendment of the Constitution (that which we call the Bill of Rights no matter how much we want to call it the Constitution and confuse the two) but I personally have problems recalling all of the Simpsons - but I can. It is funny how sick in the stomach I feel when thinking of war and it's reprecussions (what a bad soldier I would have made) but how easily I understand and recognise the imperitive existance of wars and the soldiers that fight them. But as the ballotiers that prostitute in front of super markets tell me, with my long liberal hair and hippie length goatee of Mogwai selling stature, complete with greys, I am making this great country (via my conservatism) a "third world banana republic". Bless them, bless them indeed as my backed policies protect their right to be alive and holler at me!

Tonight I took time out from the normal avocations of "Family Guy" or maybe a card game in the haze of inebriation and found myself gazing at the T.V. watching "Red Dawn". Have you seen it? I ask because not everyone are film junkies , like me. I have seen it a few times but it has not been for awhile. I remember seeing it shortly after it's 1984 release in my Grandmother's "condo" (as they were new at the time) on the cable television (also very new to social reaity). I think it was on Cinemax or maybe HBO, regardless, it made quite an impact. I had seen "The Day After" on T.V. not too many years earlier and recall my very very liberal parents discussing their fears of Nuclear War. I was a scared boy at six. It didn't get much better till I was  about twenty-something and found conservatism and became politically active. I think Nuclear War, or threat of it's existance, made me not so political until my mid twenties.

Watching this movie tonight made my blood boil. It ripped me from tendon and muscle alike. It masticated my soul. If you have not watched it since youth, watch it now. It is VERY important to watch this film in this modern time of gobal chaos. It seems weird, a conservative propogating a Hollyweird production but it is very conservative in it's views as well as having Libertine overshadows and is very applicable to the current situation globaly. I know, a rarity! I have a very technicolor upbringing full of news, music, media and politics and the "Nuclear" threat and the cold war meant something to who I am now as well as the formative years of my congealing in human revelry.

To watch the lines of Americans gunned down into self dug graves by a quasi- Sadaam latino leader was horrifying. To view the over all attack plan on the U.S. laid out by the character played by actor Powers Boothe revealing a breach in our southern border with Mexico as the vantage point by the enemy was sincererly frightening and realistic. I saw the scene of the concentration/internment camps as very realistic and something that could of easily happened to anyone of us after 9-11 if action had not been taken to thwart the enemy.

I know these scenes can be flipped into some sort of anti Gitmo stand point but I guess it  all depends on what you beleive in and find acceptable to fight for at all costs. I beleive in freedom. I know we are not perfect. But I fight , at least verbally, for what this country is supposed to stand for everyday. I travel quite a bit to see my daughter in St. Pete, FLA and when I do, as well as in my everyday life, if I see a soldier I shake that mans hand. I buy him a drink. I talk to him about his family. I converse with him about the battle he has at hand. I discuss faith. I am not a soldier, I do not fight, and I am an agnostic, but I make an effort of appreciation. I find it to be appreciated and I feel good touching base and shaking hands with the men who ARE protecting us wether or not a majority of us or even any of us think that they are. They are protecting me and I hope someone is blessing them. I know I am!

Should we all own guns? Should any of us serve? Is war right? Should we shoot bambi? Is there something to be said about the value of community? Watch "Red Dawn" and see. It reafirmed alot of different things in my life. From lifestyle to life choice to rights it made me think. The key is to really listen and watch and not to view it as a movie but rather as a visual book, something you need to devour from your soul outward. I know that sounds silly about a movie that is one sister screw away from being "Dirty Dancing" or "The Outsiders" (the first being horse shit and the latter being profound) but please take my advice and you'll see. Don't do it because I say but rather because of what is already there in the film and the fact that I allude to it and not command it's viewing. Keep an open mind!

What would you do if they came for us today? Tonight? In the morning? Can you hunt? Do you know how to operate a weapon or transform a "kill" into food and wares? Can you survive? Do you know how to track? Do you know North from South? Would your psyche crumble when forced to kill a man to defend yourself from being killed? If you answer no , no, no  well then you need someone to do it for you. My dear, dear liberals that is what republicans supply. A defense. And you know what? You should know how to do it anyhow!

I really do have a Monday post coming. God only knows what it is but it lay in the petri dish now forming and fungating into a point meant to be shared on Monday ...

Nights get lonely wether you are Republican or Democrat, Green or Libertarian. Even hippies and skins and rastas and preachers cry in their own isolated ways, within the construct of their own indulgent realities. I am convinced Paris Hilton cries her self to sleep. To saxophone teardrops and gravely throated crooners only pretending to be Tom Waits on a bad night, as he said, "the piano has been been drinking".

When we all look through the haze of our own right now minutes of cell phones and SUVs, bong hits and Nag Champa, strong drinks and menthols, crosses and funny hats, tortured pasts and rhyming man lexicon, false justice and flight jackets, independent mommies and their day care substitutes, gone a day daddy's and the righteousness of fatherhood. Do any of us clean up from the politics we ingest? The routes and roots of habit that are ethched and engrained into us like the shiny new silver plates making our new ten dollar bills. What do any of us actually become beyond travelling nonsense shooting out what we think we know through blow holes to be harpooned by the Japanese sperm whalers looking for food and oil. Longshoreman's curse, a reality and risk based on supporting that reality and of course that risk as well. Well it's scars or counterfeits. Again Mr. Waits says," As long as I can be with me, we get along so well I can hardly beleive it."

Getting by and getting along seem to be nothing more then recourse for breathing but there are bigger and better choices for all of us regardless of what we right now or once stood for, there is always hope in the future. Dr. Laura (and I am sure right now you are all vomiting) explains the "nine bad habits" of personality and action as false reaction to a childhood that once was and is no longer, that we all tend to dwell in long after we have or need to in her new book "Bad Childhood, Good Life". Yes, I am reading it. No, I am not an idiot. Have you ever taken time from a day or even a five minute gash in a daily grind to look around and just breathe. It seems obvious to us that do but alot do not. It is a manic, frantic, static sense of what will never be and the hopes that those have not's will be or not be. Should we listen to Dr. Laura or to Spike Lee, they both tell us to simply, "Do the Right Thing".

Back to Tom with, "Bad Liver and a Broken Heart", reminding us more of Humphrey Bogart and past times of chivilrous action rather than the slobbering drool of alcholism. Control is over rated. Althougth during my weekly rants, yes the ones on Monday Wednesday and Friday, I explode with very heel dug deep verbosity most of the time I inhale and exhale like everyone else. I have tried not to rabidly bite without intent beyond proving my point, regardless of thought elsewhere. A while ago I adopted three seperate "mantras", if you will, that help me focus not on the fast food line assholes cramming their saturated fat down my digestive track but rather the path of life that is in front of us that NEEDS to be about right. "Mantra" one: Things have a way of working out. "Mantra" two: I am over it. "Mantra" three: I am here to save myself and not to save the world. They seem very elementary and even a tad selfish but when really looked at and thought about help so much from day to day, tear to tear, and shouting match to yell fest. Conservatives have feelings too.

I just thought a lighter piece might prove well as my "bonus piece" this week. It is hard to break yourself free from any stereo type. I know I have tried to break them all, from all points of view, my whole life. Uncaged fury is something that one should not mess with. Inteligence is along the same lines. When combined back off for it is nothing more than hot soup down a waitress' arm, burning, bubbling and blistering it's way into the obvious without recourse.

I live in a part of the world where a man named "Johnny Mountain" (and that is very very very real) who tells me the weather that I know will not change and he gets paid a substantial sum of money to do so. I find it absurd. I could have laid print to the teacher in Colorado telling kids that tobacco and cocaine are the same thing and that justifies China to drop bombs on South Carolina nicotine fields without repercussion. I could have talked of noble seniors at New Jersey High Schools making good points but being slightly misguided in regards to national law and international law. I thought it all made sense to "discuss" what I hate the most. The "Cell Phone" generation. I do not own one nor will I until the land lines are dissolved. I don't own a gun. I don't dig death. I have gay parents that I don't talk to, not because they are gay, but because they are self indulgant douche bags living in an anti penis reality of neo nazi feminism that I refer to as VAG Island all the while fraudelantly ripping people off in a game of three card emotional monty in order to take steal and gain things they do not deserve and doing so posing pictoresque under the guise of righteous charity - what a load of crap! And yes they are the worst kind of liberal, the blind one. I don't watch MTV. I do listen to new music. I read all sorts of rags and take my news from every source and into every orrifice as some sort of constant knowledge enima. There are bigger pictures that use much broader strokes and I'm not refering to fat chicks drunk at a Frank Sinatra party 45 years ago!

ALL religions hold true the same points and they are the points that hold true to us all, or at least should. From Islam to Christianity, from Buddhists to Scientologists, the Jews all the way to the Hindus, even the Wiccas and the 7th Day Adventists and Mormons too, it is rather universal and simple. Don't steal, don't kill, don't hold close jealousy and envy, Be nice, smile, treat as you want to be treated. Are these really that wrong? I am an agnostic (a reformed atheist) and I hold these to be the "right" way to treat people. What is the big religion fear beyond the un religious facade of fundementalism (which goes in both ways , atheism is a fundamentalist sect as well as a born again or a jihaadist)? We all know that when you introduce yourself with your religion before your name that trouble will ensue becasue those people ARE trouble to begin with. Shallow little toads looking for shelter on lilly pads that can not bear the weight of their evil stench and fall, thus letting the hate mongers and holly rollers (of any faith) drown. The only commandment I have a problem with is don't covet your neighbors wife, which should be transcribed to do not covet thy neighbors wife without his permission!

Well I hope this was not dissapointing as I will not even bother to spell check! If what I spouted out and the format is shit then just let me know. If you want some more posts like this, which can be more artistic, then one a week is granted or so says Ali Babba my garage door opening genie of Koran interpretation. You must comment and tell me or they will fall back to politics the three times weekly and maybe a bonus post based only on current events and not just my perception of how it plays out in our bubble boggle buggles consequence of reality and tv found on reality tv shaping reality for future episodes of the tv which has shaped reality and so on and so on .....

Til Monday, God speed and adieu is bid ....

Here I am rock you like a hurricane, and it did, oh it did. We did not need any leopard skin spandex pants clad set of jiggling lips to holler rock scream at us in screeched falsettos of castrati proportions, the liberal media did enough of that. Hurricane Katrina has bothered me from the get go, as I am sure it has bothered all of you, but the media coverage and the entire presentation (ala The Real World or The Surreal Life) has bothered me even more. It is as if the media is felching Fellini on this one. Scenes seamlessly intertwined and incestuously sewn simultaneously succinct and sado-masochistic, much like a night in the Hollywood hills or some static bender midnight showing of doped up pseudo-intellectualism in the spirit of Eraserhead. As I watch Anna Nicole's methed out excuse for the once jean model, once playmate, once gigantic fat ass excuse for someone who really does deserve a break today (and it appears in the past she had many of them) strut across my screen shooing away cameras in some sort of non media sympathy I think to myself:she really does deserve a break now. It isn't her sultry black clad lust-o-lot ads pimping her devilish diet deception depravity but rather the fact that anyone who tongue throats a man five times their elder deserves something other than the cover of the National Enquirer. The National Enquirer, however, appears to be what our media has become. A jiffy john of horse trough urinals filled with yellow lies streaming into the unknown while all of us watching have bladder shyness and ache in the pain of some sort of groin explosion and erectile dysfunction along the urination super highway.

The past few days "uncoverings" of the A.P. story, complete with video conference call footage of the exchange of ideas and clear and present danger leading up to KATRINA (oooo aaaaaah, dump dum dum), where we all learn that G.W. really did swim the river Styx in order to allude Hades after birthing himself from Lucifer's ass, all with the grand goal of coming here to hurt us all and lie about everything at all costs. I am impressed with the A.P., they really get a gold medal in my book (someone call that Shaun White kid and get him to offer up the ketchup award - he can keep the one for tomatoes). Anyhow, am I the only one really looking at what is said and how it gets twisted around in spirals like a sugar coated porno toy? Even some of my "heroes" in talk radio are showing outrage and disgust at this rubbish that is being presented and others (as always) run after the heels of Bush looking for gristled fat that even our "Big Greedy I Want Everything Regardless of Cost and Consequence" President doesn't want to consume and then run away tail a waggin' with fat between teeth. I am just listening to what is presented and reading what is there. Is there that much irrigation lusted ear wax in the ol' friggin auditory canal? Huh? Huh? I can't hear you can you speak up sonny boy? I think not and here I will prove such atrocities of ludicrous nature that I deem to be nothing more than ignorance, fraudulence, and over all "Pete Townsend" syndrome.

The big dispute, as I see it, is alot of the conflict between the conference calls on August 28th and 29th and the ill fated "Good Morning America" interview with the ever hot and rambunctios (even if hidden beneath a business suit she is friggin' hot - you all know it) Diane Sawyer on September 4th. The problem I have is there is NO conflict. Let me offer some actual quotes (yeah I do research - we all should try it - it is gratifying) from both of these "events".  Mr. "heck of a job brownie" Brown's big input in all of this is that his "gut tells" him that Katrina will be a "Bad one and a Big one". The only thing "BIG" about that statement is the capital "b"'s I use, so maybe I am in line for a FEMA job; snicker snicker laugh laugh! All seriousness, I think Mike Brown is the fall guy, maybe not as attractive as the million dollar mans second prime time venture but a fall guy non the less. The most condemning quotes come from, the guru of atmospherical sanctimonious, Max Mayfield (Director of the National Hurricane Center) who says things like, "I don't think anyone can tell you with any confidence right now wether levees will be topped or not but it is obviously a very grave concern." or mmmm let's see this one, "No one can tell you exactly where that landfall is going to be but this hurricane is so large that no matter where it hits it's gonna have an impact over a very very large area." (keep in mind at quote time we are 19 hours out and the storm is still category five not the strong three or mild four it was at impact) or even better is, in my opinion, his finally quote taken from the same interview just nineteen hours before impact, " The big question is, will it [the surge] top some of the levees? The current track and forecast we have now suggest there will be minimal flooding in the city of New Orleans itself.". He then goes onto explain that storm surge modals they use are a mere 20% accurate. MMMMMMMMM, Am I missing something? Lots of gut feelings, but's, and what would appear to be Santoria. Am I listening to a weather man or am I watching a Missy Elliot video featured on a bad voodoo after school special on MTV featuring the does and don'ts of being vague and blatantly full of shit in an Aurora, CO High School Geography class? Let me sprinkle down my magic dust and consult the chicken bones, which I am sure are chock full of Avian flu! Just read the quotes word for word and what they mean not what is carved into them with party lines or scandalous coverage by anyone, anywhere and (in my humble opinion) you will find everything that is said to be vague and deprived and bereft of definition and clarity.

Mr. President, G.W. Bush, then responds by saying, "Yeah Mike, Thank you very much, I'm a, appreciate so very much the warnings that Max and his team have given to the good folks at Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama. I appreciate the briefing you gave me early this morning about what the Federal Government is prepared to do to help the state and local folks deal with this serious storm." He continues on to thank the states for warning their citizens and local agencies to prepare. G.W. continues, "I am confident, Mike, that you and your team will do all you can to help the good folks in these affected states." He delegated power and duties appropriately. He thought things were in confident hands. Maybe hands to small to handle the powers granted to them but hands in power non the less. It was an issue to be dealt with on many levels and many balls were dropped as is symbolic of Mississippi River boat whore barges. His stuttering and fumbling , made fun of in many different mediums, is reminiscent of when he paused for the infamous 7 minute grade school reading session on 9-11 made infamous by that fat ass pastrami sucking bag of wind shit Michael Moore. Put yourself in the man's shoes. The president when confronted with danger and forced impromptu to do media coverage (hence the dancing little Pan with the camera in the upper right corner during the Katrina video conference) reacts better than the average man and goes into a state of panic and contemplation, and knowing the scrutiny he is under, becomes befuddled under the eye of intense observation, he must know in this day and age will be leaked, to be under the microscope of scrutiny. The people of New Orleans took the chance of living there and poverty is not an excuse to stay anywhere, hobos travel all the time all around the country and they do not have two pennies to rub together underneath the shade of their polka dotted neckerchiefs hanging from their ominous poles of travel. Their elected officials should have steeped up to the plate and done something. What about Nagins bus's? And you know what? If that dumb ass white business supported uncle tom ever again evokes the wisdom of George Clinton or anything P-funk again with his Chocolate City crappola I will personally go down to the drowned city and bitch slap that prick myself in the name of blasphemy! What about Blanco, who on the day of the hurricane said that the levees were fine and there were reports to back her up? What about the god damned going to burn in hell media who sat there with there cushy little seats and flown in food and all of their portable push out signal to the transmitter power they came with? I think I remember you there Greta and I hope you feel like shit for being there. Why weren't they helping? Why weren't they putting down the lens of corruption and the makeup trays of vanity to help their fellow man? No dead bodies floating down flooded highways sell for more moohlah. I just picture their photo-evangelists of socialism flying around in their power guzzling helicopters smoking joints and laughing at all the shit they could make up in conspiracy land and try to sell to the people later on so they could buy more grass and sleep in Snoop Doggy Dogs anus as a award winning socialist wack job who looks out for the black man!

It all reminds me of the La Conchita mudslides that continually occur out here in California. The patchouli burns strong, the sage wafts about, and Minister Marley plays about as it should in a coastal town in between L.A. and Santa Barbara but when the mud flies there it is no name calling match. Just last year a poor man's family was suffocated by the cascading wet dirt from an avocado field above his commune that was unstable. My problem is that it has happened before. How many times do we give money to the blind, deaf, and dumb to re enforce that they ARE blind deaf and dumb. In the last 15 years we have given federal funding to these idiots 3 (and pending a 4th) times to rebuild their mud huts, only to have them destroyed again. Move Damn It! and don't you come back here no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road Nagin. Hit the road Blanco. Hit the road Chertoff! Chertoff is the devil in the Katrina situation. He used Brownie as his patsy, declared confusion from the get go, and did not clarify his plan of action to an overly confident President who relied on this sickly looking man's abilities and trust. Look Skeletor, you aren't the master of the universe He-Man is, and we know that if you grew your hair out you would really only be the cript keeper. The 1300 + dead and 2300 missing from Katrina will rest in that man's lair of eternal torture and maiming no one elses (I actually secretly think he might have something to do with Kennedy since he is so expertly trained in confusion and deception). Bush four days after it all said no one knew about the levees but they knew of the seriousness of the storm. The talk radio spokesholes keep saying that he says "didn't" not "did" and then a pause. Are the bees hiving in my head? Nope they are hiding in the teleconference footage that the A.P. has had since the end of August 2005 and decided to release now. Is Dan Rather at the A.P. or maybe he is just consulting them.

Did we all forget in the Bush Bash Mania and insecurity pant shitting that BJ Bubba in '95 passed on the opportunity to approve funding to inprove the levees in New Orleans via a Army Corp of Engineers project bill. Tsk, Tsk! When will anyone  ever learn? If you are in the belt way you are in the pants of evil. Monica learned that, being another lady who "screwed" up another potentially good second term that could have left legacy of worth while heights, beyond Cigar Gate. They get their second terms. They actually fight for them sometimes. Then after a year regardless we ALL give up, except for the congressmen with elections on their minds and party lines dancing through their heads. The political polls won't be coming down my chimney to stuff my wife's ballot box! I look on to '08 not '06 like they devilishly want me to. Damn them all R or D!!!!!

While looking at what they say or don't say and the over length of my on and on and on and on and on and on ... I will leave you til Monday with the words of Elvis Presley as I go to make my peanut butter, bacon and banana sandwich, "A little less conversation, a little more action if you please!" ...

I have tried my damndest to avoid this subject out of nothing more than the need to be "right". Being wrong, well it just sucks and no one likes it. Everyone thinks they are right or correct. If you thought you were wrong or incorrect about everything just imagine how you would feel or how your day would go. Try it sometime. It is against human nature to remain wrong. Even debate, with both sides clinging to their viewpoints for dear life, is intended to show and convince the other person that they are wrong and once that is achieved what happens? The "loser", or incorrect person on the wrong side, changes his mind to be right. If there is no victory to be had then both sides walk away convinced they are absolutely, unequivocally correct and that the other side has lost it's precipice grip and is dead wrong. Regardless of the outcome everyone walks away right. A tourist that had been RV'ing around the country from his home base in Missouri had shared this little tid bit with me about four years ago when I was working in a guitar store selling the next Jeff Beck or Jimmy Page his "must have" rig. In every vein there is a "must have". In knowledge and debate it is being correct.

When it comes to our fabulous ports and terminals and what is feverishly being referred to as the "U.A.E. Debacle", I wanted as much knowledge as I could get. I surfed web sites and blogs, listened to the radio, read papers from all over the country and world, unfortunately watched T.V., hell - I even talked to people and took my own personal survey of basic American opinion (what a novel concept - talking to the people around you to see what they think and keeping an open mind while doing such said activity). The polls were convincing. The news heads bobbled around with vibrant chatter. The magazines framed up and hung on the wall the Republican revolution and separation because of W.'s doings. Most everyone, for one reason or another, disagreed with the port purchase between the U.A.E. and the fab friends from across the pond. What the reasons are should be the focus more then the percentage of yay's and nay's found in the polls. Who and why are they against it. Asking these questions quickly we begin to realize where, even if ever so microscopically, we are all a bit wrong some of the time.

The two reference points that ended up making the biggest impact on where I stand on this subject were: Joe Klein's commentary "Bush's Broken Political Antenna" (Time, March 6th, 2006) and  Paul Sperry's piece on Frontpagemag.com entitled, "CAIR's Dubai Sugar Daddy". If you are pro or con and especially if you are fence sitting on this issue of ports and power I STRONGLY suggest reading these two pieces. Beyond informative viewpoints from two different master scribes telling it the way it is from the scenic vistas of their individual plethoras of knowledge and resource, there is a sense of honesty and truth that I was un able to acquire anywhere else. I'll take a bite out of crime one articled nibble at a time:

Mr Klein's piece starts out as an over all triple lindy into the pool of recent Bush fodder. There is mention of Islamic unrest, V.P. Cheney's looming tale of "mischief", and even a comparison of G.W. to Woodrow Wilson. The tone of the article for the most part is that of quasi disgust and concern for an administration that appears shattered like Mrs. Jones window during a stick ball game. Everyone is running. About three quarters of the way through the thickets of the editorial we find some interesting statements  that are worth mentioning here (if you want the whole piece read it - we all do know how to read right?). He asks two questions, "Does anyone actually believe that the management suits in Dubai would run those ports any differently from the suits in Britain?" and "Wouldn't the new Arab owners be even more conscious of security, since they wouldn't want their newly bought assets destroyed by terrorists?". These are important questions, very very important questions (I know I know it is sounding like Scotty boy for the Pres but follow me all the way through, please). Klein even cites Richard Clarke as agreeing with the administration's decision to accept the transfer of port power to Dubai Ports World. He ends his article quoting a prominent Republican as saying, "They [Bushies] don't have antennae. They just have a transmitter - and the party is beginning to tune them out." A League of Nations post 9-11 terrorism or just a good ol' boy bed down that puts everyone in arms length in cahoots?

Now onto the man, Paul Sperry. His article offers us some hard facts grittier than John Wayne and Ajax thrown in a blender and vomited out of the gullet of Ann Coulter. He explains the new cousin cuddling of CAIR (Council on American-Islamic Relations) and it's arch nemesis G.W. Bush, delves into the U.A.E's connection to not just one or three but THIRTEEN of the nineteen fundamentalist mental midgets that were carrying out the skull fuck we now know as 9-11, takes a big chomping bite out of the Dubai - Taliban connection, and introduces us to the flagrantly and frivolously fabulous General Sheik Mohammed Bin Rashid Al-Maktoum (and I thought my name was long and pompous). Gen. Maktoum is pretty much the U.A.E. and (much like Lady Bird Johnson, not Dick Cheney, ala Haliburton) has controlling stock in Dubai Ports World. The royal family of U.A.E. IS Dubai World Ports and they ARE Gen. Maktoum. G.S.M.B.R.A.M (or I like to say Jism Bram) is also the lease holder for CAIR's national headquarters here in Washington D.C. Jism head also was the training and superior officer for the U.A.E. national that was involved in the 9-11 attacks. Oh let us not forget in his spare time (1999) Jism head enjoys hunting trips and tenting expeditions with Osama Bin Laden. Can someone say Camelback Mountain? I won't rob you of the true Sperry experience as he contains himself with straight fact reporting and a level of impeccable standards not common in journalism today. Read the article and you tell me - bullshit or not?

Between the cockatiel quoting of G.W. and CAIR about xenophobia, the Senators of stature on either side saddling up for '06 elections and the panty pissing known as losing your seat, and the ass licking and kissing of the 17% of cultists willing to Rush the burning building with the President, I find myself finally being able to make an intelligent decision. Even though it is only a few ports (only one in the entire New York/New Jersey area) I still think it reprehensible to let the deal go down (yes, that is an intentional Dead reference). I think too much is at stake. There is too much to chance. I, however, am looking at why the nay sayers are all saying what they are saying not what color the verbal diarrhea is. Realizing that whenever we make allies in the middle east (with exception of that vaginal vortex of Israel that we set up for our benefit as well as for the Jews who deserve to be there) within a three - six year time frame that loyalty is flipped over and ass fucked and we are left not being able to sit down for days. Understanding that if we were to allow the sale then the focus of cargo container inspection and overall port security on each and every level must be strengthened and the money must be made available to increase our meager 5% inspection rate to a full 100% such as other ports around the globe have implemented. Yes, yes, I know that China indirectly controls ports (including the Costco guised Long Beach port here in California) and yes I know companies like Maersk are not U.S. entities but the key is security, security, security not hokey business deals based on back room handshakes that leave us with empty pockets and sweaty palms.

I finger flip my two assed coin around my furious five digits and wonder if there are any heads of state with heads on their shoulders or if my coin is worth half of what it says it is in double speak. Til Friday when I leave this hump day behind for greener and more peaceful pastures of rant, rant, rant ...