June 27, 2010 archive

News from Africa


Rotting food scraps picked out of the dirt and the bins of the backstreets of Harare are piled together in a slimy heap on the ground with torn cardboard as a serving plate. Elias, 15, squats and pushes both hands into the pile, scooping out a chunk of something pink. He gnaws on it, then shouts: “Dinner! Come and eat.”

At the Makumbi children’s home, half an hour’s drive from the city, Sister Alois is upset to report she has had to turn away three abandoned babies brought in by social workers in the last week. “More and more children abandoned, it’s not the African way. There are so many now. They are being left in the bush, some are eaten by the ants.”


“When you walk through the markets, you can see that there is food here. The problem is that the ability to buy it has disappeared. People here depend on livestock to support themselves, but animals are being killed on the edge of exhaustion, and that means they are being sold for far less money. And on top of that, the cost of food basics has risen,” explained Gluck.

“Yesterday I saw women sifting through gravel at the side of the road, trying to find some grains that may have been blown from aid trucks.”

Ok, Now Look….

Everything is getting really blurry now and nothing makes any fuckin’ sense any more.

War is Peace now, poor is rich, the Gulf is a never ending domestic supply of oil that will get us off the foreign oil habit, and everything else is upside fuckin’ down too. Or backwards or inside out, at least.

And it’s anybody’s bet how long this planet is going to keep letting us do the shit we do before it deals with us seriously.

And it is still the weekend, after all.

Maybe it’s just time to get back to basics. 😉

The Preamble; Fix it or Nix It?

Transportation Without Petroleum or Biofuels

copyright © 2010 Betsy L. Angert.  BeThink.org

At present, oil saturates the Gulf Stream.  An official six-month cessation of permits for new drilling did not actually affect the industry or government decisions.  Despite Moratorium, Drilling Projects Move Ahead.  To explain such an authorization and waiver, the Department of the Interior and the Minerals Management Services Division which regulates drilling, pointed to public statements by Interior Secretary, Ken Salazar.  He did not intend to forbid all first cuts in the Earth’s crust.  Absolutely not.  The Federal Government approved wells off the coast of Louisiana in June. Regardless of the day, or realities that are anathema to our citizenry, little has truly changed.  Today, just as in yesteryear, we, the people of the United States of America, in order to form a more perfect Union, polish policies to appear as though our civilization would wish to protect and defend all beings, equally.  

Open Lazy


On Really Padding The Résumé, Or, “Vote For Me! I Died In Viet Nam”

We have already seen some impressive efforts in this campaign season to do a bit of résumé padding, particularly as it regards things military; so far Illinois’ Mark Kirk has managed to turn himself into a kind of camouflage Austin Powers, while Connecticut’s Richard Blumenthal’s trying to catch up with some “Vietnam” service of his own that no one else in the theater of operations exactly knew about.

But now, in the race for Alabama Governor, we may have seen something that takes us to a whole new level of “inflation”: the Republican candidate is running an ad that not only suggests that he served in Vietnam…it seems to imply that he actually died there, and has now come back to save the State.

Which is some serious irony indeed, considering that the candidate is actually a medical doctor.

And with that, let me introduce you to the either living…or undead…Dr. Robert J. Bentley.

National PTSD Awareness Day Arrives

This is going to be short.

Meant to inform of this day, to send you to one extremely dedicated individuals own post, to hopefully send some to search out even more {if you haven’t followed the real issues}, for the trolls who won’t see these issues on conservative blogs or news? sites, and we probably won’t hear a peep on any of the Sunday Morning empty blab shows or news outlets.

Docudharma Times Sunday June 27

Sunday’s Headlines:

Senate Democrats poised to start energy bill

US celebrities use reality cinema to fight power of gossip bloggers


Both Sides in California’s Gay Marriage Fight See a Long Court Battle Ahead

In ‘Restrepo,’ the Afghan war’s brutality as viewed through the soldier’s scope


Berlusconi braced for verdict over ally’s ‘Mafia links’

EU to ban selling eggs by dozen

Middle East

Gaza factories remain paralysed despite Israel pledge to ease blockade

Palestinian says women’s rights forgotten in Gaza


Hamid Karzai given timetable by G8 to tackle corruption in Afghanistan

Meet Zhang Xin, China’s self-made billionairess


Africa still a World Cup winner despite humiliation on the pitch for its teams

Guinea set for first free vote

If you are gay, you are my brother.

If you are lesbian, you are my sister.  If you are transgendered, then you are my brother or sister depending on what X or Y you prefer to identify with, or my sibling human.

It really is just that simple.  This is above and beyond your partisanship.  If you are a Log Cabin Republican, I embrace you.  If you are an A List gay, and the HRC is your bread and butter, I might disagree with you and your tactics, I might even call you craven, but I embrace you nonetheless.

And, please, forget whatever else I have maybe said in the distant (or not so distant, I evolve quickly in blog-time) past.  Because, to find something different in anything I have said, you would have to reach back, years in time.  Or maybe just A year.  Hah.  Like I said, we evolve quickly in blog time.  And this is not just during gay pride month.

I have heard pride talk and yearnings, and intellectualizations about oppression.

It is to be said, if you are my republican gay brother, some among us would not want to piss on you if your hair was on fire.

I might have been one of those who said this.

I take it back.

Because of this.  If we are to evolve in the gay community, beyond our mutual oppression, then we have to form a mutual solidarity.

Gay pride is more than about just pride.  It is more than about seeing, in a metaphorical sense, in the gay community, whose sexually stimulative parts are bigger.

It is also about power.  The power, as a small minority of people, to get some control of our lives and push back against the forces arrayed against us.

And, there has been some rumbling about whether the fights we are having are worth having, or are instead oppressing other people within the broad spectrum that is the LGBT community.

But, here’s the thing.

I wish for you to have all the options open to you that heterosexual society offers.  This is not surrender, or mainstreaming, or assimilation.

It is options, and working toward the day when the broader society sees us as nothing but people.  That is all.

And to have options, we as a community have to get over our bitchiness, our self important sense of alienation from one another, and to, with great consternation and difficulty, learn to accept EACH OF US as we are.

I dislike, as a general rule, bootlickers.  I don’t want, or like, people who lick the boots of people who wish to hold us back or oppress us.

This is why (again, as a general rule), I find it very difficult to accommodate gay people who, for whatever reason, find it preferable to foment irrelevant argumentation, or spurious support of people who might not always have our best interests at heart.  

Hurricanes to Shut Down Oil Gather 10 days each, and Baby Dolphins Cry

It is hurricane season in the Northern Atlantic Ocean.

When the storm winds hit a mere 40 mph, the “floating city” of BP’s oil collection and flare off ships in the Gulf of Mexico has to shut down.  They need 4 days in advance to do this, and find safe harbor.  This is according to Admiral Thad Allen.  They will need 4 days to set back up.  The total number of days that the oil from the wreck of the Deepwater Horizon can spill freely into the Gulf during a short, 2 day tropical storm, is therefore 10 days.


Guess what.

Gulf,BP Oil Spill,Alex,nature,tragedy

This is Alex.

Alex is a tropical storm.  

By Tuesday, Alex could be a hurricane.

Alex is heading west right now.

Alex could then swing north.  

Late Night Karaoke


4 Days:Not Enough

Four Days is not enough for a complete detox cycle but it is enough to smell the hydrogen sulfide when approaching the Massachusetts border.  One can also tell by the increasing insanity of lane changing idiots on the Maine Turnpike.


So I am back from the isolation that is the peace of people free deep Maine woods.  Did we nuke Iran yet?  Are we closer to major economic depression yet?

I see they have not fixed the hole in the ocean.  Unemployment is spending millions trying to figure out how to throw people off benefits.

Did they ban guns yet.  Have they prevented Luke Rudowski from entering Canada for the G20 based on “intel” reports.  Are the sheeple watching the retarded World Cup yuppie games with those stupid recycled plastic horns.  Does the human race suck more or less than since I left to unwind in the peace and clean air of the magical Maine woods.

Welcome back to Mass, unemployment says money all gone.  The financial planner creep says there are plenty of 7-11 gas station attendant jobs and another 200 units of crap 40B housing are going up in a community under continuous water bans.  Still say 7 bucks a gallon by November.

Rain falls in Imladris

The year 1998 was the year of eternal autumn for me.  Now, it feels like those days are here again.

It’s raining here.  Water world, Caladan … Global warming run amuck.  Is here the last bastion of humanfolk?  The last bastion of the free people of middle earth?

Our climate is changing.  I have lived here all my life, and I can feel it.  As the economy dredges, one hundred years to a halt, here, the Rocky Mountain High, is becoming a temperate rain forest.

And I think .. Rivendell.  The autumn leaves swirl.  From my childhood, I can smell the smoke of burning leaves.  Burning pine needles as our forests turn brown with the ravages of the pine beetle.  Burning leaves.  It’s a smell from my youth, from innocuous and unknowing people and causes, plying the results of their uncaring into the atmosphere.  But I remember it fondly, alongside the acrid diesel of the airport.  The end of days, the burning leaves, the hubris of human technological triumph.  Twinned in complex carbon compounds.

Last refuge in the dying light.  Perhaps.  Perhaps elsewhere.

Seven billion people.  And callousness.  The earth has 7 times 70 billion ants .. but they work together, in colonies, and the bones of their evaporation feeds the earth.

Rain fall.  Light grows dim.  The comfortable grab the remaining tidbits in the dregs of the hot afternoon, while clouds build and those inclined yell at them.

How will we survive the dying of the light?  Will we make greenhouses, to feed the last few?  Will we establish a bastion against the darkness?  Will we stand?