2007, don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out

If you’re gonna lose then

might as well lose big then

as always it was always it shall be

do you really love me?

If you promise me you do

I’ll take that job you want me to

and do my best

swear that I can pass this test.

some girl told me last night

she found my rhythms so tight

I swear she only bought me one or two

I told her all about you.

you should try to be more kind.

you know how i need to unwind

when it gets dark

and i wanna see some sparks.

europe’s gonna love me

all in different countries

there is no way that i could turn it down

and, anyway, it’s for us

promise i’ll be home before

that baby’s knocking at the door

ill be right there

to let it in i wont be scared

well if we’re gonna lose then

might as well lose big then

as always it was always it shall be

do you really love me?

do you really love me?

~Eef Barzaley

Listen to Taste by Magik Markers (my first foray into mp3 blogging).

Happy New Year, and to 2007, good fucking riddance.

Some thoughts from the past 12 months

(@10 – promoted by buhdydharma )

2007 started with such promise – there would be “big changes” – or so we were told.  And on some levels (mainly personal), it has delivered – I still have my job (and it is better than at the beginning of the year), YKos was great, I have a baby on the way….but in the world of politics and around the world, things don’t look as rosy as we may have thought back when a new Congress took session.  Some of this is the fault of Democratic leadership, a lot of this is the fault of Bush and the republican party, or the corporate media, or the fault of nobody.  But, a lot did go on this past year, and all I can say is that I hope 2008 holds out more in terms of delivery and less in terms of broken promises, frustration, disappointment, bewilderment and lowered expectations.

The 3,000th US military death in Iraq was just before the new year.  There were promises of a “new Congress in town” and a change of direction in Iraq.  Another close to $200 billion was approved during the year for “continuing operations” with absolutely no real change in direction.  The “surge” has been an absolute failure – a reduction in deaths due to sectarian cleansing and voluntary temporary stop in violence by al Sadr’s militia with no political benchmarks met is no success in any way.  

A new record was set in the Senate by republicans on filibustering.  Except that it suddenly wasn’t called a “filibuster” anymore.  It was now the conventional wisdom that you “need 60 votes for anything” and votes can fail with 58 votes in favor.  Amid the record obstruction, there were cries for bipartisanship and to let bygones be bygones.  Of course, that meant letting a new Attorney General through even though he wouldn’t comment on torture being torture.  

As for “bipartisanship”, we had a veto of SCHIP which most of Congress and the American people were in favor of.  There were appointments and near appointments of people who were quite possibly the worst possible candidate for the position that Bush was appointing them to.  More bipartisanship showed when many brave Democrats joined with the republicans to condemn MoveOn.org (and some others) – and the favor was returned when Rush Limbaugh was condemned praised on the Senate floor for calling certain troops “phony”.

Impeachment was pulled off the table immediately – opening up the door for the complete abrogation of duties by both Congressional Democrats and republicans alike.  E-mails were “mistakenly deleted”.  Servers were “lost”.  Subpoenas were issued, then ignored.  Stern letters were written, which were promptly thrown out upon receipt.  Documented proof of torture was found out to have been destroyed to protect those who did the torturing.  

Major widespread illegal wiretapping and data collection was uncovered but since impeachment was off the table, it only made sense to try and push through a bill that would give retroactive immunity to anyone that broke the law.  Ironically, this was a “fix” to another law that was hastily passed and would give more powers to a President who had admitted to impeachable offenses.

War with Iran was somehow averted (for now), despite claim after claim and excuse after excuse and lie after lie was thrown out – each time to be smacked down but then trotted out again in a different form.  The intelligence community finally stood up to the neoconservatives and spoke the truth about Iran and its nuclear weapons program, only to be “discredited” by the same people who were able to strong arm the “evidence” back in 2002 and 2003.  And nobody is making the link to Valerie Plame’s outing to the lack of any intelligence on Iran’s nuclear program after 2002.

Afghanistan is still an ignored disaster.  Pakistan is still an ignored disaster, only to get worse.  Saudi Arabia was (and may still be) arming Sunni insurgents who have been killing our troops and shooting down our helicopters.  Not to be outdone, we are arming Sunni insurgents who were killing our troops if they only promise to kill al Qaeda instead.  

We learned that “illegal aliens” (because “undocumented immigrants” just isn’t all that scary) is the biggest threat to this country since gays who wanted to get married.  One of the Presidential candidates (regardless of who actually wins the republican nomination) will want the biggest fence ever keeping those dirty Mexicans out, a quadrupling of the size of Gitmo, more torture and will bring an ideology that would make Ghengis Khan and the KKK proud.

The bold new direction in Iraq has become an “if” as opposed to a “when”.  “Compromise” now means “republicans and Bush don’t have to give an inch – all they have to do is whine and stomp their feet”.  Actions that are blatantly illegal are excused if the one committing the acts steps down or resigns – only to find a different place or way to commit more crimes.

The middle class is broke.  The country is broke.  The financial situation is precarious at best.  The housing market is a mess.  The healthcare system is even worse.  The environmental issues have been discovered to be worse than previously thought.  Americans are getting fatter, lazier, dumber – and are falling behind other countries in most categories.  Our military is broken – our troops can’t do any more than they have been.

The Constitution is still under attack.  Election integrity has no elements of integrity.  The Justice Department is more concerned with vengeance and revenge than justice.  Any progressive legislation (or any legislation that doesn’t meet Bush’s strict standard of “this is exactly what I want) gets vetoed and falls by the wayside – all due to a “lack of votes”.  Symbolic victories have become the goal in many instances, and a Congressional minority has dictated the direction of legislation.

“Just wait until we have a majority” has become “we need 60 votes” which has become “we don’t have a veto proof majority” – all of which have really become symbols for disappointment, and why there is talk of a third party candidacy as being “viable”.  

Well, a New Year starts in just over 24 hours, and I hear that it holds such promise.  Too bad it will start as 2007 did – with the marking of another 1,000 US troop deaths in Iraq.  But since Iraq isn’t an issue for people anymore – it is really “just a number”, right?

We’ll Take a Cup of Kindness Yet . . .

(Sentiments like this, not stories about Acoustic Kitties, ought to be at the top of the page tonight – promoted by Unitary Moonbat)

Too many New Year’s Eves will come and go before humanity drinks from that Cup of Kindness Robert Burns spoke of in his classic poem, “Auld Lang Syne”.  Tragically, that moment may never come to pass, but if it does someday, it will be because people in this troubled world finally listened to poets, writers, singers and songwriters, and heeded the words of truth and wisdom they’ve been offering ever since the first warrior of the first king died for nothing on the first battlefield.        

In Artists of Resistance, Howard Zinn emphasizes the social and political importance of modern poets and painters, singers, songwriters, novelists and playwrights, for they can speak to the world with an artistic eloquence that transcends standard political discourse.  Their ability to communicate universal truths on a deeply personal level through compelling poetry, prose and music is not only inspiring, it insulates them against reactionary assault as they defend the oppressed and condemn their oppressors.

As our world descends into chaos, artists are struggling to reclaim the influence they once had on society, but their voices can rarely be heard above the din of distracting noise blaring day and night from several billion tv’s, radios, CD players, iPods, computer games, cell phones, and other electronic wonders purchased with such compulsion and “paid for” with plastic.  Artists will always strive to be the conscience of the human race, but hundreds of millions of human beings corporate propaganda targets have been psychologically conditioned with such pervasive intensity by Madison Avenue marketers that reactionary economic and political elites from Washington to Beijing no longer have to oppress them, they’re oppressing themselves.  

Eddie Vedder has some thoughts to share with us regarding this dehumanizing self-oppression that’s been spreading like a viral infection through the bloodstream of humanity . . .  

Every time our trustworthy media broadcasts the lies of the fascist fornicators responsible for this globalized clusterfuck, my thoughts begin to bleed.  This presents me with two choices.  I can either write an essay, or join the commuters riding in scenic splendor down I-666, where everyone ends up at the same destination no matter which exit they take . . .

Prozac Nation

Playwright Eugene O/Neill experienced similar cerebral discomfort in 1942 when the pre-fascist Allied powers were fighting the currently fascist Axis powers because the economic elites of these warring nations hadn’t conceived of globalization yet, and didn’t realize that exploiting billions of people until they’re dead would be much more cost-effective and profitable than killing millions of each other’s workers on battlefields.  As the carnage of that global conflict intensified, O’Neill observed that neither the cannon makers nor the cannon fodder seemed to be even remotely aware of their mutually destructive stupidity:    

It is like acid always burning in my brain that the stupid butchering of the last war taught men nothing at all, that they sank back listlessly on the warm manure pile of the dead and went to sleep, indifferently bestowing custody of their future, their fate, into the hands of state departments, whose members are trained to be conspirators, card sharks, double-crossers, and secret betrayers of their own people; into the hands of greedy capitalist ruling classes so stupid they could not even see when their own greed began devouring itself; into the hands of that most debased type of pimp, the politician, and that most craven of all lice and job-worshippers, the bureaucrats.

O’Neill not only possessed immense literary talent and perceptive powers of observation, he had the moral courage to tell the harsh truth about the degeneration of human society and its suicidal submission to debased pimps parading around as leaders. He didn’t sugarcoat the truth with polite euphemisms, he had no interest in indulging hypocrites or in currying favor with “realists” too busy admiring their imaginary sophistication to notice all the blood on their hands.

I’ve noticed the blood on their hands, and I’m going to keep on noticing it.          

Unlike some blogs, where electing more and better types of debased pimp politicians has been ordained as the solution to this planetary clusterfuck caused by supporting debased pimp politicians who pretend they’re not debased pimp politicians, Docudharma encourages a different approach featuring actual thinking, which has been known to provide actual solutions.  

Here’s a solution with some potential:

Integrity

And here’s a New Year’s resolution with some potential:

No more turning away,

From the pale and downtrodden.

No more turning away,

From the weak and the weary.

No more turning away,

From the coldness inside.

Be artists, be writers, be poets,

Be the new wind of change

On the wings of the night.

Dennis Kucinich: A peace-seeking idealist to the core w/poll