This is probably the worst cooking I’ve ever done. I had my chicken all ready, except the skin wasn’t crisped up, so I put it on broil for a couple of minutes. I forgot all about it, and within five minutes, the smoke alarm went on, woke up my husband, and we looked around for the alarm as we couldn’t find it in our apartment through the smoke.
The chicken’s all burnt and black.
What a way to treat a bird.
And it’s such a sad-looking chicken right now.
Anyways, consider this as a thread for your worst cooking experience.
In the aftermath of the devastating earthquake in Haiti, Obama walked out of a National Security Council meeting and observed, “for a country and a people who are no strangers to hardship and suffering, this tragedy seems especially cruel and incomprehensible.”
Those words from the man at the top of America’s cruel and incomprehensible political system, from the guardian of America’s cruel and incomprehensible economic system, from the protector of America’s cruel and incomprehensible banking system must seem especially meaningless to the hundreds of millions of victims of America’s corporate wars, corporate exploitation, and corporate repression. The devastation in Haiti, as tragic and terrible as it is, is minor compared to the devastation inflicted on a global scale, inflicted every minute of every day, inflicted on the poor and the powerless of every nation by the corporate masters of this country.
No Richter Scale can measure their destructive impact, no words can convey the enormity of the hardship and suffering they inflict. The death toll is in the millions, but there’s no media coverage of that catastrophe. No one provides assistance to the victims, there are no relief efforts, there’s no help on the way for the survivors trapped in that rubble, they’re on their own . . .
We can see the corruption, we can hear the lies, we can feel the consequences closing in, we can taste the bitterness, we can smell the smoke as America burns, as the world burns, as the future itself burns. Obama and the Democrats aren’t putting out the fire, they’re fanning the flames. Whether that’s due to stupidity or complicity doesn’t really matter anymore. Putting out the fire is all that matters now.
Get ready to do that alone, because we won’t be getting any help from the Obama addicts. They overdosed on unreality long ago. They took the poison from the poison stream, then floated out of here, floated out of reality into Obama Land, where the inhabitants see only what they want to see, where they hear only what they want to hear. They run through the streets, with eyes cold and dead, under a black belly of cloud in the rain, in through a doorway, they give each other white golden pearls, stolen from the sea, they’re raging at “purity trolls”, they’re raging, and a storm blows up in their eyes whenever they’re confronted with the truth.
They’re addicts. Denial is their drug. They’re stoned on it, they’re hooked on it, they smoke it, they inject it, they mainline it, they freebase it, whatever it takes to get baked. They’re all dealers of denial, they’re all pushers of denial, they hook each other up, they’re wired on it, they’re all wired on it, scoring the next fix is all they care about. Whatever the Big Man does or doesn’t do is just fine with them.
Heart weary thinking about our own MomCat and countless others who are working under incredibly stressful and meager conditions on the ground in or near Haiti.
And all the safe people who await word, hoping to hear their loved ones are safe.
I was just in the car with my daughter, this song came on the radio…. made me smile a little.
Hat Tip to Vox Humana at MyLeftWing for pointing me to this. It should give you an idea of her present circumstances and the relief work our own TheMomCat who is now in Haiti with MSF is doing there…
Médecins Sans Frontières / Doctors Without Borders
Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) teams already working on medical projects Haiti have treated hundreds of people injured in the quake and have been setting up clinics in tents to replace their own damaged medical facilities. Paul McPhun, MSF’s operations manager for Haiti, described the current situation for MSF teams on the ground during a press conference on January 13.
It’s been a week. One week. The Haitian earthquake that likely killed 100,000+ people last week is fading from public consciousness. After a week. American Idol has started back up, after all. One must redirect attention to the important things.
What’s worse is that little is remaining in the minds of most Americans other than “the great USA is sending aid.” Well… if you’re a thinking cog in The Machine. If you’re a nonthinking cog you may have opinions more along these paraphrases of Rush Limbaugh or Pat Robertson: “Haitian aid was a racist political ploy of Obama” or “Haitians got what they deserved because they made a deal with the Devil.” On a side note, I thought deals with the devil resulted in good things on this Earth in exchange for perpetual torture after death. Then again, any attempt to try to make sense of modern religion is an exercise in the absurd. But this is not an essay on religion.
This is an essay on Haiti – and on the United States’ relationship with Haiti.
So I wrote an essay here describing how America supports a certain evil in the world.
And it was deleted.
Really quickly.
Censored.
Those who know me KNOW I won’t put up with this bullshit.
So I’m done here.
Which saddens me. I really don’t want to go, I really like it here, and the people are awesome.
But censoring one of the most important issues in America, one of the driving forces in the world, one of the dominant political problems known to man, including a country that is the GREATEST THREAT TO PEACE IN THE WORLD?
I’ve seen an awful lot of human evil over the years, especially the last 10 or so.
This one has to rank right up there in its sheer depravity.
And because I know that someone, somewhere, is laughing about this, thinking it’s truly a good joke.
See this girl?
Well, she’s being exploited by a Jewish organization that is trying to raise money for their “cause”. Their supposed cause is to help out “poor little Israeli children”.
Their site is here complete with the word “SHOCKING”, in red (of course) flashing hypnotically at the top of the screen.
What’s so bad about this? People raising money to help poor children? How is that so bad?
Well, because they’re using the face of a Palestinian girl, a poor little girl at her brother’s funeral in Gaza, in Palestine. The girl is Palestinian and the girl’s brother was slaughtered by Israel.
As you can plainly see here. (WARNING: If you don’t want to see some extremely upsetting images, don’t click on this link)
You can see one of their ads here, on the Haaretz.com page:
I guess she looks kinda Jewish. Jewish enough to exploit. If her brother wasn’t dead, maybe they could have used his picture, too.
Not sure why they didn’t use this picture. She looks kinda Jewish also, in fact a lot like the one they did use:
Or this one! She could be Jewish, and sure could use some help, no?
I mean, c’mon, Meir Panim, why not those?
Lowlife human scum.
One of the most evil things I think I’ve ever seen.
PORT-AU-PRINCE (AFP) – Haiti’s prime minister Wednesday warned the death toll may top 100,000 in a calamitous earthquake which left streets strewn with corpses and thousands missing in a scene of utter carnage.
Hospitals collapsed, destroyed schools were full of dead and the cries of trapped victims escaped from crushed buildings in the center of the capital Port-au-Prince, which an AFP correspondent said was “mostly destroyed.”
Prime Minister Jean-Max Bellerive told CNN the final death toll from the 7.0 quake could be “well over 100,000,” as an international aid effort geared up in a race against time to pull survivors from the ruins.
This essay was first printed in The Dream Antilles on March 23, 2008. I’m republishing it here, because it might help in putting the horrific events in Haiti in perspective.
This morning’s NY Times has an extremely strange story about Haiti. The premise is that things are now so bad in Haiti, that some Haitians wish they still had Papa Doc or Baby Doc Duvalier back as their military despot:
But Victor Planess, who works at the National Cemetery here, has a soft spot for Mr. Duvalier, the man known as Papa Doc. Standing graveside the other day, Mr. Planess reminisced about what he considered the good old days of Mr. Duvalier and his son, Jean-Claude, who together ruled Haiti from 1957 to 1986.
“I’d rather have Papa Doc here than all those guys,” Mr. Planess said, gesturing toward the presidential palace down the street. “I would have had a better life if they were still around.”
Mr. Planess, 53, who complains that hunger has become so much a part of his life that his stomach does not even growl anymore, is not alone in his nostalgia for Haiti’s dictatorial past. Other Haitians speak longingly of the security that existed then as well as the lack of garbage in the streets, the lower food prices and the scholarships for overseas study.
Haiti may have made significant strides since President René Préval, elected in 2006, became the latest leader to pass through the revolving door of Haitian politics. But the changes he has pushed have been incremental, not fast enough for many down-and-out Haitians.
The article is worth reading in its entirety, primarily because of its conceit that Haiti, seething on one end of the island of Hispaniola in the midst of the US sphere of influence in the Caribbean, has developed its present dystopia all by its lonesome self, without any assistance worth mentioning from its gigantic hemispheric neighbor, the United States.
Do you know one? Perchance your mother, father, brother, or sister is a person you would characterize as lovingly protective. He or she maybe an individual who works to shield loved ones from harm. This fine fellow or femme plots and plans in an attempt to prevent any crisis. People come to depend on caring souls such as he or she. Indeed, you may be the cautious crier who actively expresses concern for the health and welfare of those you treasure. It is a tough task, but you, or someone in your life may have assumed responsibility for the well-being of another. Surely, someone must keep us safe and sane. One never knows who might lurk or linger in the halls, bathroom stalls, on a plane, boat or train. Credentials must be checked. If family and friends cannot safeguard us from the crazies and fanatics certainly, our sweet Uncle Sam will.
