Note: I originally posted this in January 2008.
Why we are in Iraq and Afghanistan. Why Democrats and Republicans are not listening to us.
Peak Oil could trigger meltdown of society
By: Energy Watch Group
Published: Oct 23, 2007
Sep 06 2010
DTI – That may well be the new name of our Country, or at least its Ruling Class. Anyone who does not see that this is a Class War really needs to think about the fact if you have money, or are assigned a position of Power by the moneyed class, “Declined To Investigate” is always your designation, no matter how reprehensible your acts.
In the land of those suckled on Indian-killing cowboyism, I guess I am not surprised that the DTI on torture and War Crimes doesn’t trigger any reaction, I mean those are less than human darkies in their purview …. but you would think there would enough parental triggers left in the species to make baby raping something we just might react to.
But when 264 Pentagon Employees used credit cards to repeatedly purchase kiddy porn? Nadda. In 2006, they “looked into” only 52 of those, with only 10 were charged. We are talking about people with the highest security clearances in our land… and they just Declined To Investigate them. And no one says a thing.
Sep 06 2010
Sep 06 2010
On this Labor Day, the fullest definition of economic equality and fair wages is on my mind. While on the subject, I’d like to pursue a related issue that has lately been front and center. While we continue to debate the role of marriage and what it means to us today, I thought I’d contribute a different strain of discourse to the already deeply rutted road. Most prevailing trains of thought opposing same-sex marriage tend to see it in only one of its many incarnations over the eons. Opponents of marriage equality take a rose-colored glasses interpretation of an earlier era that probably never really existed. Imagination can be deceptive. The sacred institution was only as sacred as each individual couple regarded it. These arguments presume that the impetus and motives of marriage were basically the same across the board and throughout the centuries.
Sep 06 2010
When are we going to “nation build” in our own nation?
What are we waiting for?
Each bridge to fall down,
Every road to turn back to gravel,
Water mains to burst,
Grids to burn out?
To say nothing about the Investments in
Schools, and Computers, and Networks.
Small Businesses, Parks, EcoSystems, and Science?
and another thing, if “9-11 changed the world”,
when are we going to change our “soft targets”
to prevent the next 9-11?
All these Projects spell JOBS.
All these Projects are an Investment in OUR Future.
They are NOT a Hand Out.
They are Protecting Our OWN.
Another Labor Day has arrived, with FAR TOO MANY Citizens,
having FAR TOO LITTLE to Celebrate …
Sep 06 2010
I was waiting on BruceMcF to write this as I'm sure his knowledge on the topic far surpasses mine…. but here goes….
The History Of Labor Day
HOW LABOR DAY CAME ABOUT; WHAT IT MEANS
“Labor Day differs in every essential from the other holidays of the year in any country,” said Samuel Gompers, founder and longtime president of the American Federation of Labor. “All other holidays are in a more or less degree connected with conflicts and battles of man's prowess over man, of strife and discord for greed and power, of glories achieved by one nation over another.
Labor Day…is devoted to no man, living or dead, to no sect, race, or nation.” Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity and well-being of our country.
But the story behind Labor Day represents the power of the Labor Movement. Follow me below the fold…
Sep 06 2010
At 3am on any given morning when I am awake – and that is often – I turn to my robotic friend – the remote. My animals and I trundle downstairs and turn on a function of my cable service that allows me to review and play evening fare that I may have missed. The dogs and cats would rather be in bed – mine and theirs – but they feel an obligation to remain with me at this hour. This is the hour most people pass, did you know that? They are uncomfortable for me being up and about at that hour – as well they should be – and try to be of comfort by their presence. Mostly, they offer that soft comfort.
One winter morning on the Sundance Channel, I watched a documentary about fashion – featuring Yves St. Laurent. Yves was ill at that time; noticeable and painful to watch. The camera followed him through his last fashion show. With him, next to him, in front of him, behind him, holding gently on to his hand if he looked unsteady, offering him tea and food (which he often refused) – was his “assistant,” one of those Parisian women who are probably in their sixties and look ageless. She was thin and always looked well put together; it wasn’t solely her clothing, but her carriage and small items that set off her persona – a scarf, a piece of jewelry. I’ve seen this so many times in Europe, in Rome on the trains. In Padua, in the food shops. In Norway and Sweden – in their winter best.
She had been with him for more than 30 years, and this was apparent in the way they spoke to each other – in that shorthand workers develop – the looks and gestures that say paragraphs. And they were workers together, no? Working in the world of fashion for 30 years – fast paced, catty, delightful, full of art and awe, and let’s face it – a business. Look, she knew fashion. She walked into the workroom and spoke with the women at the sewing machines knowingly and often stopped and pointed out a seam here, a stitch there. They like her – you could tell. They respected her – you could tell. They were older women and there was little tell they worked in fashion. (You may smile at this – but she and they were full of a concentrated grace and proud of their part in Yves fashion life.) She walked into the hat room, spoke briefly, changed a bit here and there – she herself sat down with a young man who was sewing a lace trifle at the neck of a model and showed him how to work it. He was grateful, not huffy. She checked the stills, the dresses, the photographic lights and then reported to Yves – who sat during most of the documentary – they conferred. He made some suggestions. She went out to the workrooms and executed them. Look, she was a star period. And we know he was and remains a star. I doubt this woman or any of the other workers made huge salaries, but their pride was apparent, their calm and knowledge shone through.
As the show neared, the pace quickened; the younger people started running – it was exciting. The models were tired, the make-up people were frazzled, the stylists were drama queens, but she remained a calm force in the rooms – as did those women in the back sewing. They fed off each other’s confidence.
Maestro, she’d say, with a reverence I’d not seen except occasionally at a high mass in Latin at the Cathedral here – here, have some tea. You look tired Maestro. She’d whisper “maestro” “we can do this tomorow.” Yves waived her away gently. He was tired. This was his last fashion show.
The show was a success – the clothes were beautiful, stunning, signature. Yves summoned up enough strength to be with people for a short time after the show. The woman remained backstage thruout the show making small changes, holding models’ hands, offering confidence to each and everyone backstage.
When Yves came backstage, each and every person involed in the show clapped and clapped. As the camera panned their faces – you could see they all felt a part of this art show – they all made a contribution. You didn’t have to read a book about Yves, or hear from several people being interviewed beforehand what kind of a man he was – it was there on those faces, some crying faces- most relieved. They’d done it again. Yves and they had done it again.
Sep 06 2010
The Oil Age is over. Running on the fumes of empty. It is a ghost empire. The Age of Ponzi-scheme fractional banking is over. The house of cards has collapsed. The emperor not only has no clothes, but he has no skin, bones or blood. He was always a mirage.
Civilization as we have known it in our lifetimes – the move toward centralization, globalization, authoritarianism – is at an end.
Believe it or not.
Sep 06 2010
Also at Antemedius
Yesterday in Part 1 of this conversation between veteran journalist Chris Hedges and Paul Jay of The Real News Network we heard Hedges talk about the collapse of the liberal classes as the main driver and mechanism for change in America.
Today in Part 2 Hedges gives us his thoughts on what we can do about it, beginning with clear recognition of what the current political/social system is and how it developed as well as acceptance that because of the nature of the current system “traditional mechanisms for reform within the system, within the political process, no longer function”, and moving to some suggestions of the kinds of fundamental starting point actions we could take to plant the seeds for causing real change in and reforming American society.