Thursday, December 29, 2005

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Read This Book!


Just finished reading a Christmas present from Raina. It is rock-solid documentation of how our puppet president George W. Bush, with his strings pulled by oil, coal, nuclear, meat, media--industries ad nauseum--turned America into a facist state.

First published before the 2004 elections, this is the paperback released in ’05 with an afterward. Anybody who cares about America and our future (unlike most of the scum characters in the book) would do well to read this.

Maybe a real journalist in the mainstream, if there are any left, will pick it up and follow an investigative lead or two. Don't hold your breath.


Happy New Year.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

I hope bear hunting season is over


Well, Lawrence Ferlinghetti wins a special, first-time-ever prize.

Harold Augenbraum, executive director of the National Book Foundation, which sponsors the annual awards, calls Ferlinghetti "a natural choice" for the literarian award.

"A literarian is someone who loves literature so much that he or she wants to share it with as many people as possible, so this award is for those who dedicate their lives to love of literature," Augenbraum said via phone.

Congratulations to The Man of Columbus Avenue.
I know two people I’d nominate for their generosity in poetry and stories: Denise Duhamel and John Dufresne.




Anthony’s into his fifth consecutive week onstage in his Tuesday group at Whole World Theatre. Break a leg, my friend.

Joy and Pat had us out for a sneak preview of Syriana last night. Interesting movie. Might want to see it a second time. I’d recommend it. Had a pizza at Fellini’s after that. Joy and Pat are getting married in June. I’ve been cast as father of the bride.

In the news today, Lies, Lies, More Lies . . .

Friday, November 25, 2005

Da Bears!


Bear attacks killer moments after being shot. Go Bears!
What in the hell business do grown men have going around shooting bears in their natural habitat? If the guy needs meat, how about Kroger? if he has enough money for a high-powered rifle and ammo. He's lucky he's only a bit sore. The bear is dead!

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Hippie Thanksgiving

This can be a wonderful country.


After we painted Lisa’s fence this Spring, north of San Francisco.













Patches and Hubba on the bus back from The Haight on our way to see "Lennon" the musical in preview.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Don’t Believe Everything You Read, But Read Everything

Here’s the big one, folks. Ready for some static cling in the hair on the back of your necks? We live under an oppressive rule more pervasive than I ever thought. And if you are ever too lazy to get involved in actually thinking about who you are voting for, please read this. (Thanks to Elly’s favorite friend.)

“Bush Hails Mongolia (?) for backing Iraq War (?)
(My italics, my parentheses.)

Our fearless leader triumphs in Mongolia! Like my old Italian friend used to say, “everybody’s got to be somewhere.”

Yawn, Genghis Kahn. “Have you ever heard of jet lag?” Mr. Armageddon can chat it up anywhere.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Pseudo War; what is it good for?

Absolutely nothing, and, as they say in Lite beer commercials, less. Five more American soldiers die yesterday; three “insurgents” commit suicide rather than face capture and torture.

What is wrong here? The evidence in American socio-political-governmental culture is overwhelming that the Bush Administration invaded Iraq under false pretenses with ulterior motives. Even the ulterior motives are turning out to be folly, whatever they are, (own the oil, globalization for corporate greed in the name of democracy? End terrorism like putting out a fire with gasoline?) Under the auspices of what? a crusade (Bush’s own word), an “onward Christian soldier” charade?

It is amazing the opponent commits suicide rather than be captured. Guess they’ve seen the torture slide show on the Internet.

As the poor suffer, as American taxpayers are milked dry, as generations of our offspring face a bleak future in paying for the lies, the crimes, the tragedy of a falling Bush empire, the rich benefit: The Cheney kind, the oil companies, the Halliburton gangs, and all the other thugs Bush surrounds himself with (“Oh, sure, Bush ain’t the best but I’ll vote for him because of the good people around him.”)

What in the hell is this all for? Enough is enough. Impeach the criminal gang.

Why do we write?

"People make the mistake of regarding commitment as something solely political. A writer is committed to trying to make sense of life. It's a search. So there is that commitment first of all: the commitment to the honesty and determination to go as deeply into things as possible, and to dredge up what little bit of truth you with your talent can then express." --South African novelist Nadine Gordimer

Friday, November 18, 2005

How much is enough, already?

What! Bush’s American occupation authority in Iraq puts $85 million in cash in the hands of a convict! Robert J. Stein, who served in the Army, was convicted for fraud in 1996.

He was also previously fired by a construction company for “. . . falsifying payroll records and making out false invoices for nonexistent purchases of materials for a construction job at an Air Force base.”

This guy was hired by the government as a controller and financial officer! A soldier of payola handing out the dough to clean up our mess in Iraq. So he gives the money away to cronies (that word again) who turn around and reward him and his wife with money, and cars, and real estate, so the allegations go.

The work sometimes never exists and when it does it is “shoddy.”

The man was charged yesterday with skimming “at least $200,000 a month” in bribes from the money earmarked to rebuild what we blew up in Iraq. And, as they say in advertising, more.

The sorry-ass news broke yesterday. The Times picks it up today.

How much more crime and corruption has to bubble to the slimy surface of this country and its government before some serious changes are made? This is just disgusting.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Torturous

If Bush can say, “We do not Torture,” I can say I don’t write to criticize him or Dick Cheney. If you think we should not condone torture, click here. Why do I feel like I’m living in Nazi Germany?

Friday, November 11, 2005

Careful how you vote; God might get you!

If your town or school board slouches away from "intelligent design," forget your prayers. God will not answer, says Pat Robertson, God's Twenty-first Century earth spokesman. What is that man going to have God do next? Strike down us wayward bloggerszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh help me!

Happy Veterans Day?

I have heard it in conversations on airplanes: recruits going off to basic, saying they enlisted "for the chance to get my education paid for by the government." Hell, I've heard it from friends of my son. Now 175,000 wait over a year with their tuition in limbo. Bring me your poor, your tired . . .

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Power to the people of mid-eastern Hollywood



Looks like things are shaping up after Wilma. Jane's power was restored tonight. Hot showers are in order.

This is a picture of trucks from Raleigh, NC. in front of Jane's house. She snapped it shortly before the real lights came on. Time to shut off that noisy generator.

Two weeks without electricty in this day and age is a burden. I hope all the older folks in those high-rise buildings have their elevators working now.

Friday, November 04, 2005

What price, what freedom, who’s freedom?


LONE WOLF, America--The Associated Press reports a Cobra helicopter shot down near Ramadi.

Now 2,037 dead American military men and women, some fifteen to sixteen thousand wounded, maimed, life-changed. Hundreds of thousands “free” Iraqis killed. Operation Iraqi Liberation (OIL) was founded on the lies of fear, based on pornographic dreams of rich people and insecure wanna-be intellectuals. Come on! Bring it home. Call it a day. If we want real democracy we’ll clean up the military mess and go back and fix what we broke the best we can.

We click off lives lost as we click off the days in Iraq with no end in sight. And how many terrorists have we killed today. And how many innocents have we killed today. And how many more will make it just?

How many have we tortured today? How many have we freed today? Weigh it, balance it like the books, like the profit margins of the top oil producers, in billions of dollars stolen in one quarter of this year. Lies and fakery.

How slowly can Libby, Rove, Cheney and Bush spin in the wind? And how long until we cut them off? Impeach them now. End the war now. Save us all now.

When Colin Powell said, break it we own it, the neocons salivated over owning all that oil. They got it wrong. We own something other than that coveted black gold. We own a wicked liquid, the blood on our hands. Bye, guys. Time for new leaders in government, in business, in education. Bye, bye.

Borrowed this from The Writer’s Almanac:

“Yeats said that a writer must work a way inwards, into self-knowledge. I am always surprised at what I find in myself and this to me is the most rewarding part of being a writer." --Doris Lessing

Is the Bush administration influencing domestic policy?
Mayor wants to cut thumbs off graffiti artists. What’s next? plucking the eyes from strip club patrons?

And the quote of the day (yesterday, from Thinkexist.com):

"Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn't the dream destroy reality?"
- George Moore.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Power to our people!


Power is back in her neighborhood, Carol reports from Miami. I asked her what she was going to be for Halloween. Here's a pictorial hint. You can get this and more on ebay.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Skunks and raccoons


In the tree, on the second to lowest branch, is a raccoon. She survived Wilma. She is cute. (Photo courtesy of JR in Hollywood.)

But I smell skunks on the horizon. Tomorrow?
And this guy charged today:

"A coin dealer and major GOP donor at the center of a scandal in Ohio State government was charged with illegally funneling $45,400 in contributions to President Bush's reelection bid," according to the Associated Press.

Other scents in the foul political air? Delay, Frist, Rove, "Scooter." And one question of the day: Did Harriet Miers withdraw her nomination to the highest court in the land? Or was this scent of arrogance extinguished by another?

New, Post-Wilma, From Hollywood



Justin & Michelle's tree (top), Jane and Wade's to-be-updated shutters (right), Hollywood, FL.
(All photos, Jane R.)




Sunset Golf Course, Hollywood, FL, where I wasted a lot of my youth.

Just in from Carol. Tracy has power!

Jane’s doing well, sent an email.

I predict good steady progress on South Florida infrastructure.

This just in from Jane:

“ . . . Hillary . . . has power, the (Manta Ray Motel, Hollywood Beach) has power so Justin and Michelle are staying there. Actually Justin just brought us six gallons of gas because they went upstate to get it yesterday and got power today!”

Good news for my family and friends down there.

(I must learn how to operate layout tools.)

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Power may be out four weeks


My sister reports family is doing OK. Miami Herald says this morning FPL might take up to four weeks to restore power in South Florida.

Here's a photo of a black walnut tree limb on her back deck.

J.R. says, "We have very low water pressure and are under boil-water orders . . . right, with no power."

She has a working a phone line and DSL and plenty of bottled water.

Monday, October 24, 2005

My reports say family in South Florida is OK

This photo may or may not be funny

Spent much of the day watching Hurricane Wilma move through Florida, where I grew up, worrying about family and friends. I made a couple of phone calls and it seems all is as well as it can be. There may be many days without power but thank God for generators. Temperatures are dropping into the thirties every night this week in Atlanta. Tested the furnace and ended up with a nice tidy repair bill. Plenty of firewood stacked, though, and that's good with natural gas prices going up.

Just had another report from Carol and Stella chasing a Florida Power & Light truck down their street. Must be a good sign they'll have power soon. Go Stella!



I wonder what happened to the black hen and her chicks in the hurricane. The morning sound of chickens crowing is ubiquitous in Key West. Photo by Mary Todaro, taken last Wednesday.

Friday, October 21, 2005

She gets an incomplete before committee takes her to school

Inadequate, insulting, insufficient. That’s how leaders of the Senate Judiciary Committee characterized Harriet Miers’s written answers to a routine pre-hearing questionnaire. You’ll recall Miers is George W. Bush’s idea of the best possible Supreme Court replacement for Sandra Day O’Connor. The woman was never a judge yet has “mountains of information” to sift. Sounds like resume building time to me. From yesterday’s Times.


Thursday evening, Key West, looking toward Wilma. She's still out there. Glad we stayed
another night.

We played chicken with Wilma and she won

Arrived in Key West Tuesday night. Mary and I had delicious grouper sandwiches at Caroline’s, walked around a bit, went to bed at La Concha. The FIU Writers’ conference began the next morning at 8:30 and ended at 10:30. Visitors were ordered to evacuate, hotels and conference centers were closing. Mary attended one workshop with Dan Wakefield, and I with Jim Daniels. Jim’s was interesting and I looked forward to exploring some of his ideas for writing in poetic forms I had yet to explore.

I look forward to being able to work with Denise and Nick another time, it's been several years, but it was great seeing them again and chatting if only for several minutes.

Suddenly we were looking for flights and buses to Miami; van rides; and conference directors and faculty were trying to hook us up with a plan; a concierge suggesting of all things a ferry to Fort Meyers then saying, cool it, you’ll be fine for a day or two here.

We went back to the conference site, Pier House, had a drink at the beach bar, swam in the Gulf of Mexico, went out to dinner, and I had a poem critiqued by a guy next to me at The Green Parrot Bar.

The next morning I watched Channel 6 from Miami taping mundane scenes of Conchers carrying plywood. Flew into Miami, where we were interviewed by Channel 10 (Ooooo, were you scared?) gave my 120 second editorial of how they should be covering more important stories such as Bush budget cuts affecting needed levee reconstruction in New Orleans for the past five years and hiring idiots to run agencies such as FEMA. (My nephew in Ft. Lauderdale reports it was aired, along with Mary’s interview).

Many thanks to the FIU writing faculty for doing the best they could with what they were dealt. Especially Cindy Chinelly, so responsive, so on top of minute-to-minute changes. And Les Standiford, who tried the best he could to fit two into one seat in his car (take my wife, please, take my wife!).

We tried. And I got a lead on a good long poem I’m working on now. No, so far, it doesn’t have a thing to do with Key West, the conference, or hurricanes.

And we were able to visit with my dear sister, Carol, on a four-hour layover in Miami.

Back on the farm now,

Tom Todaro.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Just thought we'd fly down for a late hurricane

We're headed for Key West today to attend the fabulous FIU Writers' Conference. After watching a pretty mean hurricane season, you'd think we'd be clear for mid-October.

Wilma! The tropical storm is well south of the Cayman Islands and Cuba. Could be a hurricane when the conference ends this weekend. Will probably head west of us.

Some topics for poetry workshops at the conference:

Fear is just a word.
What's that whistling sound?
Ode to plywood.
Lift that mattress and let me in.
Isn't that Anderson Cooper out there on the corner?
The wind cries, Mary?
So do I, Mary!
We flew in and somehow we'll fly out!
Yabba, dabba do! Wilma.
Looking into the eye of the muse.

Topics if the conference is cancelled:

You don't need a poetry workshop to know which way the wind blows.
A flood of letters in Wilma's wake.
What Denise and Nick would have said, what I would have written, what they would have said.
And finally, John Dufresne must be really pissed off now (he hates hurricanes).

And so on. If the airline flies, so do Mary and I. (We fly out late.) If not, that would be a great disappointment (its been several years) but glad we bought the travel company refund insurance.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Bush not the worst president, I guess

Bush has served much longer than seven weeks in the White House. They say Muskrat was the worst president. On second thought, seven weeks looks pretty damn good right now.

White House staffers walking the halls with dazzed eyes, W. is cranky and has temper tantrums--doesn't want to hear bad news. Needs DVD's of the days events only when necessary. Mamma Rove has his own troubles. Congressional republicans scamper like, well, muskrats! Heaven help these guys if an opposing party ever gets its shit together.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Bush administration target IAEA, head, get Peace Prize

When Mohamed ElBaradei and the International Atomic Energy Agency he leads declined to back Bush's rationale for invading Iraq, the Bush Crony Club tried to get him out of the IAEA--going so far as wire-tapping for dirt on the guy and recruiting replacements. Mission not accomplished.

Congratulations, Mohamed ElBaradei and IAEA, for sticking to your (absence of) guns, and for your well-deserved Nobel Peace Prize.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Bush creates own tabloid world: God told him to invade

Incredibly, a report coming from BBC in the coming weeks says our president told mid-east leaders: "God would tell me, 'George, go and fight those terrorists in Afghanistan.'
"And I did, and then God would tell me, 'George, go and end the tyranny in Iraq...' And I did." God told him to invade

Did God tell him about WMD? Did God tell him to go stand on an aircraft carrier, declaring "Mission Accomplished?" Wonder what God said about Brownie's great job at FEMA. I wonder how many other administration appointments were made by God. Guess God told George to try cutting back on health care for the poor and elderly. Gut education. Tear up the Arctic Wildlife Refuge. Guess God told George Robin Hood had it backwards. Gee Whiz, if Bush has God's ear what do we have to worry about? God is running our country! Everything's going to be alright.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Loosen up! Abbotts Pointe

By Tom Todaro
President
Abbotts Pointe Home Owner’s Association.

I was looking for a way to help generate a bit of excitement or at least more interest in our block party Saturday. As some of you (residents ) know turnout has been dismal to the low-end of mediocre in many years past.

So I thought I might try my hand at publicity and advertising, something I’ve spent thirty years of my career doing.

My wife though younger has spent her career in the same business. When her company, a retail concern, closed, we acquired some foam rubber mannequins. Being “self-taught” artists as well as advertising creatives, we’ve saved six or more of these mannequins in our attic, thinking we could make things out of them, and we have. We’ve given some of them away over the years, including the pink ones. All we had left were some black foam figures, mannequins, those things they use in stores to display fashion clothing.

We thought these items might make interesting, attention-getting, signs for the block party. Not having much time to spend, being busy making our living in advertising, Mary painted simple faces and words like “fun” and “run” along with the day and time of the block party.

I placed them on Home Owners Association property at the entrance to Abbotts Pointe.

In a few hours, I had complaints. One seemed to be a complaint implying racism, I’m not sure. The other seemed to be an “anti-Halloween” complaint, though I’m not sure of that, either, since the figures had as much to do with Halloween as “The Scream,” a piece by Edvard Munch, the great 19th century Dutch painter.

I was prepared to apologize for my effort and Mary’s as well. But I’ve reconsidered. I’m not going to say, “I’m sorry.” I will say I’ve learned a lot about leadership in a community but the most important thing I’ve learned is this: You can’t do it alone. It takes more involvement by more members of the community. It takes getting out on the street and getting to know each other.

(As a side note, I “market tested” my fun-figure signs in my yard for two days. I had a conversation with two board members, standing in front of them. We all agreed they were fine and I distinctly said I would then place them in public at the entrance.)

Apparently, some out there in Abbotts Pointe don’t know me. And it seems some think they know how everybody thinks. Call it fear maybe. I’d rather call it a reluctance to loosen up, be yourself, and be real.

Those were not derogatory depictions of any people of color from any country (Abbotts Pointe is populated by people of color from many countries).

And if they evoked Halloween and that is bad, maybe we should ban Halloween yard ornaments and kids begging for candy October 31st.

Anybody for a stone-construction of the Ten Commandments at the entry to Abbotts Pointe?

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Delay Indicted (etc.) Judith Miller Still in Jail?

Tom Delay was indicted today.

Bill Frist is on the run from the SEC for insider trading.

Carl Rove is under scrutiny for outing Valerie Plame as undercover for the CIA. Judith Miller has been in jail, what?, going on four months? For not writing a story about Plame? About Robert Novak who wrote a column about Plame? Where is Novak since he imploded on CNN?

Bush crony Mr. Brown has a thing going on with a scapegoat.

Iraq is killing us faster than we can kill Iraq.

China is eating our international economic lunch (soul food take out in little cardboard boxes next?).

I think way back to 1999 when friends were telling me they'd vote for Bush not because he would be a good leader but because he had good people around him.

Where? Who?

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

An Old Man's Waiting Room

At 55 I’m a little hippie in Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s waiting room,
City Lights, where electricians repair some sort of wiring
on the stair, of all places, leading to the poetry.

The hammering is unexpected but not out of place,
faces of Burroughs, Ginsberg, Kerouac and others
staring from underneath their covers as charged as ever
and maybe even as electrified as Blake or Whitman.

I might have thought of eyes watching me but I was
watching them, conceitedly watching the little alcove-
hallway, and the door behind which they told me
the old man still keeps hours, thinking maybe I’ll
get a signed copy in the Coney Island of my mind.

The pounding of the hammers, drilling of the drills,
life support for poets in the marketplace of North Beach
where whole hogs hang in open doorways, hungry poets howl.

My conceit continues as they watch me for what I’ll do next,
so I get up and read a love poem to an audience of its object.

Tom Todaro
13 April 2005
City Lights Books, San Francisco

Monday, July 25, 2005

Back again, this time with feeling

Much to report and report I will as time goes on. Mary and I made that wonderful trip to San Francisco, the city of love, for our twenty fifth anniversary. Much exploration of the city, the Haight, Golden Gate Park (and, yes, Bridge), North Beach--several trips out to City Lights Books, where I smiled to see John Dufresne's "Johnny Too Bad" on the shelf as I walked in the door for the first time.

Had a letter in the Atlanta Journal and constitution yesterday. Concerning China and it's rapid buy-out of world resources and American companies (Unicol, second largest oil company), while our leaders micro-manage a senseless presence in Iraq, China picks our pockets.

Much work to do; more later.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Good to be back

Had a computer problem. A loaner wouldn't let me log in. Got my laptop back in shape thanks to Jimmy The Switch, Campbell. Thanks, Jimmy.

Much more to come.

Planning a 25th anniversary trip with Mary. Much more in store but for now we're finishing up an ad campaign for Whole World Theater. Good, again, to have the system back up and working as always.

Monday, March 21, 2005

George and Jeb's Florida,
the vegetative state

We’re witnessing history here, fellow Americans. We have a biologically operative congressional leadership, vegetating for the Christian Coalition against seventy-five percent of Americans, with a White House equal to the mindless, mind-numbing task of turning your democracy, your family, and any law they can deem unfit upside down. Call them contradictory, cognitively vegetative and they are taking action tonight to walk through the front door of your house and decide how to run your family. Better hide your teenagers or they’ll grab them and take them off to die in their illegal war while they’re at it.

Hey, Congress, how about a little universal health insurance over here to fund the vegetative state to which you are driving us.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

White knight or political pawn?

The president leaves his ranch-sans-herd to rush to the legislative bedside of Terri Schiavo. The governor sits in Tallahassee. Does he have a "ranch?" probably should get one to ready himself for his presidential run. Brother Jeb awaits an outcome favorable to his rise to dynasty (funny word, dy-nasty). If only he can keep TS alive through the homestretch, fall 2008.

The values voters, neocon driven, puppeteer ready, root on the sidelines. It's OK if their party promotes states rights, keeps government out of our private lives except when they see a mindless game of "life at all costs." This one stinks worse than an open colostomy bag valve.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Concern for Terri Schiavo

It’s been awhile. There is much to write about. I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking, working my day job. Avoiding TV news. But blog on I must.

What does America’s premier writer of love and death, John Dufresne, think of this Terri Schiavo ordeal. I must believe he is keeping copious notes. By the way, I’m into Died and Gone to Heaven at this point, the third to last story of Johnny Too Bad, one of the best books I’ve ever had the privilege of holding in my hands. The other night, sitting by my fireplace after a hard days work, sipping a Jameson’s day before St. Pat’s day, I read one of the most astoundingly honest and entertaining stories ever, JTB, the title story of my dear acquaintance’s book.

Tonight, after visiting my son, who was kind of sick today, delivering ginger ale and saltines, Pepto Bismol, bottled water, I finally caught today’s big story. The courts, the Florida sorry-ass excuse for a governor, the Florida state legislature, and now the U.S. congress, hell, even Larry Fucking King, are all trying to ride some sort of horse they hope will be high enough to keep this Terri Sciavo alive to prove some sort of theory that America won’t let anybody die if it can help it.

Wow. This may seem like a rant from a poster who has been asleep since Feb 1 but that is not the truth. I’m worried about us. I’m afraid about how we work. I have a wonderful son, hope he is feeling better in the morning, and an astoundingly beautiful daughter with a perfect boyfriend (he’s also my friend). And they have to live with all this bullshit America has become under this frightening, so-called leadership for much longer than I do.

So, here’s to George W. Bush. Here’s to Larry King. Here’s to Scarborough Country. With a special nod to Bill O’Rielly, and Jeb Bush, throw in Peter Jennings, and that new anchor at NBC (what’s his name?), and all them jackasses on CNN, especially Wolf Blitzer and Mr. 360 himself. You are all hurting us. Fuck you all.

Get out of our lives. Let Democracy be. It’s done fine without you, so back off.

Set some precedent here. Stick that feeding tube back in poor Teri. You’ll see more of us sticking pistols in our mouths and pulling the trigger if you do. Have a nice day

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Once again, with feeling

The administration’s plan to fatten Wall Street with our Social Security is falling flat. No wonder. As I’ve said before, you can’t have it both ways—a trust fund going bust and economic growth supporting PRIVATE accounts. Impossible? Yes. Paul Krugman once again.

Today is Galloway Kinnel’s birthday. From TWA. "Maybe the best we can do is do what we love as best we can." Kinnel has been one of my favorite poets for many years.

Anthony hits the stage again tonight in Tuesday Improv, Whole World Theater, eight p.m. We’re getting a room. Break a leg, Anth. Tickets . . .

Saturday, January 29, 2005

Results of the straw poll: Zero

Guess I don't have a big audience. But I will blog on!

"Don't tell me the moon is shining;
show me the glint of light on broken glass."

--Anton Chekov, from The Writer's Almanac for today, his birthday.

"He died in 1904 and was buried in Moscow. The crowds that were watching the funeral procession held up all traffic."

Gonzales gets promoted, Rice crowned? Chertoff appointed? What does a body have to do to get fired in this administration? tell the truth? obey the law?

From an AP news report:

“Female interrogators tried to break Muslim detainees at Guantanamo Bay by sexual touching, wearing a miniskirt and thong underwear and in one case smearing a Saudi man's face with fake menstrual blood, according to an insider's written account.”

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Just became obvious to me why the hillbillies wear boots with the suits. I listened to the inaugural speech on NPR and man the bullshit was thick. Need waders.

There he goes again

You just can’t sit by and let your government run on automatic. Automatic pilot is for aircraft.

Microcosm: A few years ago our homeowners association was run by a man we later learned wasn’t even an owner. He was renting. He diverted hundreds of dollars of our fees to a relative as a way of paying himself, stealing money.

Of course most of us just want to live here, pay our fee, and have a nice common lawn, shrubbery, and a few annuals planted at the entrance to our neighborhood. Maybe 15% of us attend the annual meetings to approve budgets and elect officers.

It’s kind of like that in all of America. We may complain at the local bars and diners but we pay our taxes and go to sleep at night pretty sure other countries won’t invade us. We don’t “go to the meetings.” Heck, if more than half of us vote it’s a benchmark.

Many things have gone wrong in government and we usually don’t find out until it becomes too big for the corporate media to ignore. Kind of like Reagan and the Iran-Contra affair, where guys like Elliot Abrams and Ollie North were convicted of crimes. Abrams was pardoned by George H.W. Bush.

Now Rummy is looking longingly at using death squads in Iraq modeled after Reagan’s cockamamie Iran-Contra idea. From Sojourners: “Is it merely coincidence that President Bush appointed Elliot Abrams in mid-2003 to be his senior advisor on the Middle East?”

“The ‘Democracy Option’ disappears in Iraq.”

It is difficult to keep your heart these days.

Also from Sojourners and the daily dig, “silence is betrayal.” Don’t let even your town council member steal a dime, don’t let your government steal your country’s soul.
"A time comes when silence is betrayal. Even when pressed by the demands of inner truth, men do not easily assume the task of opposing their government's policy, especially in time of war. Nor does the human spirit move without great difficulty against all the apathy of conformist thought, within one's own bosom and in the surrounding world."

- Martin Luther King Jr.

Turn your back on lies today. Turn your back on Bush.

Burning the candle at both ends

Here’s how one and one equal zero in the Bush economic doctrine: Tax cuts have improved the economy, helped create jobs. The economy is growing.

Social Security is in crisis and must be handed over to Wall Street to save it. This will cost three trillion dollars and we’ll have to borrow it to “save” Social Security.

Hmmm. If the economy is growing and jobs are being created because of tax cuts, and if Bush is going to make those tax cuts permanent, then the Social Security trust fund surely must grow, too.

The numbers Bush uses to create the crisis in the minds of those stupid enough to keep accepting twisted logic from this White House are based on the most pessimistic economic forecast his geniuses of propaganda can fake. So Bush wants to take your retirement (all of it, for the poor elderly) and roll the dice with his investment banker buddies.

It would be like taking grandmother’s money to Vegas on the chance she may go broke before she dies, even though you might calculate she has enough to live to be a hundred and twenty.

One end of the candle, tax cuts for the wealthy/crushing debt for generations to come, is burning. Think about that today while America in Washington “celebrates freedom,” prepared to light the other end of the candle. The elite, powerful, and rich are really celebrating the freedom to pick our pockets.

Can’t think of a better man to carry a lantern of truth for the people than Paul Krugman, interviewed by Rolling Stone:

RS: What would you say to college students and young workers who are convinced they'll never see a dime of the money they put into Social Security?

Paul Krugman: You've been sold a scare story. Right now Social Security has a large and growing trust fund -- a surplus that has been collected to pay for the surge in benefits we'll experience when the baby boomers start to retire. If you're twenty now, you'll be hitting retirement around 2052. That's the year the Congressional Budget Office says the trust fund will run out. In fact, many economists say it may never run out. If the economy continues to grow at an average rate, the trust fund could quite possibly last forever.

Monday, January 10, 2005

Stewart fires Tucker Carlson;
Moyers makes O’Reilly look like
a fool without uttering a word

Tucker Carlson’s boss seems to agree with Jon Stewart. He is bad, hurting America. Bye-bye bow tie.

You’ll remember Sponge Boy Bill O’Reilly, he of Fox “News,” he who dallied a bit too much explaining what he’d do with one of his female underlings if he got her in the shower. O’ Reilly, who went around thumping his chest about his former employer, Inside Edition, and his show winning the prestigious Peabody Award for Journalism, when it was really a Polk Award won a year before he joined the show?

Now he’s slamming one of the finest journalists ever to file a story. From Media Matters:

FOX News host Bill O'Reilly, whom Media Matters for America named "Misinformer of the Year" for his 75-plus documented lies, distortions, and mischaracterizations in 2004, attacked retired PBS host and Peabody Award winner Bill Moyers for the December 17 episode of PBS's NOW, which criticized what Moyers called O'Reilly's and FOX News' "partisan agenda." On the January 5 edition of The O'Reilly Factor, O'Reilly called Moyers "totalitarian," claimed Moyers "finds it morally offensive to hear points of view with which he disagrees," and suggested that "he ought to give back his Peabody."

Don’t expect to hear him read my email to you on The Factor.

Billy:

You are not even qualified to sharpen Bill Moyers’s pencil, sponge boy. Mr. Moyers is one of the finest journalists in America. You couldn’t even get near the copy desk of professional journalism. I think you should apologize to Mr. Moyers on the air.

--Tom Todaro
Duluth, Georgia

Maybe the bosses at Fox will follow CNN's lead and help clean up a little air pollution. Bye-bye Billy? Fat chance now that Rupert Murdoch is buying back all shares in Fox properties.

Grocery lists online

There's a Web site with scores of found grocery lists posted. Thanks to John Dufresne on his blog.

Before leaving for work a minute ago, Mary handed me this list:

Fluoride (tooth-decay-fighting wash)
Sugar

They each do a good job but I think sugar has the edge.

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Bush’s profound analysis:
They fear freedom

(I wrote this for Jan 8)

One of his own generals warns of a “spectacular attack” within the three weeks leading up to elections in Iraq. Bush can only respond with this:

“’I know it’s hard but it’s hard for a reason,’ Bush said, adding that the insurgents are trying to impede the elections because they fear freedom,” according to The Associated Press.

I guess in his fairy tale the “insurgents” are a different breed of human being, one that despises freedom and longs for hegemony, one-party rule, maybe despotism, kind of like what Bush and the right wing are attempting right here, right now in America.

Or maybe it's the Bush Brand of science: Some human beings fear freedom and would rather be told what to do, how to live. Is he getting his anthropology from Pat Roberson? Jerry Fallwell?

Maybe, just maybe, Bush made a mistake by invading Iraq. Ask him. It’s a tough question for him to answer. The press caught him off guard last time it asked him if he made any mistakes in his first four years. He still hasn’t been able to muster an answer. I suggest we bloggers and the mainstream press put it in writing as an essay question and give him a few weeks to respond. It’s hard work. He’s working hard. Tell it to the Army Reserve now facing forced service of up to two years in Iraq while their families fall apart at home. Tell it to two members of my family on their way back to Bush’s tragic mistake of a war. Tell it to the Iraqis without a country and without much hope for years to come. Tell it to the native police and military we’re trying to piece together—it is hard work, going to work everyday with the specter of getting blown to smithereens.

Countdown to the next presidential press conference, Day One.

I welcome all comments, especially from the fifty-nine million idiots who asked for a return of this madness.

Friday, January 07, 2005

Iokiyar

Paul Krugman, a national treasure, writes the Cliff Notes for his bad novel in today’s NYT. Krugman, and other intelligent people with hearts of gold, represents another reason why you should keep your television off: You’ll rarely find them there. Television is for Republicans.

Another novel idea

Wither principle, Democrats?

Anna Quindlen is another gem in the mud pile left over from the 2004 elections. Doing what is right rather than what gets you elected? Interesting.

Presidential Medal of Fiefdom

More evidence Bush should rename the medal. Here’s the big winner, out of government but back in the news today. For what? Well apparently he was asleep at the wheel pre-9/11, too. Fire up the furnace, boys, with all the incompetence we can expect in the next four years, we’ll need the metal!

Mower Relief

I’ve been away for a while; had this Santa thing to attend to, then developed a program to raise money for tsunami relief in South Asia. If all goes well, volunteers will be maintaining the little landscaped entrance to our neighborhood rather than a lawn service. Mower Relief will donate the savings to Oxfam or some such reputable organization like World Vision. We could raise as much as three or four thousand dollars. I'll present the plan at the annual budget meeting next week. Break a leg.