All These Things That I've Done

A bill of indictment will be delivered to the WH on Jan. 10

2006-01-08T14:05:00.000-08:00

A bill of indictment will be delivered to the WH on Jan. 10
When: 1:30 pm, January 10, 2006
Where: The White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC
Website: www.bushcommission.org

Contact: Larry Everest or Janet Yip: 212-941-8086 or email: 
commission@nion.us

A bill of indictment will be delivered to the White House in 
Washington, 
DC on Tuesday, Jan. 10, 2006 at 1:30PM charging the President of the 
United States and other named individuals in his administration with 
war 
crimes and crimes against humanity.

A press conference will take place in Lafayette Park following 
delivery 
of the indictments to the White House. Present to answer questions 
will 
be Retired CIA Analyst Ray McGovern and others Commission 
participants. 
The indictments will also be delivered to the Department of Justice.

Named in the indictment are;
President of the United States George W. Bush,
Vice President Richard Cheney,
Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld,
US Army Lieutenant General Ricardo Sanchez,
US Army Major General Geoffrey Miller,
Attorney General Alberto Gonzales, and others

These indictments result from preparatory work and testimony 
presented 
at in New York City on October 21 and 22, 2005 at the opening session 
of 
The International Commission of Inquiry On Crimes Against Humanity 
Committed by the Bush Administration, alleging illegal acts carried 
out 
or approved by the above named individuals in relation to, or in the 
conduct of, the following;

1) Wars of Aggression, particular reference to Iraq and Afghanistan; 
2) 
Torture and Indefinite Detention; 3) Destruction of the Global 
Environment, particular reference to systematic policies; 
contributing 
to the effects of global warming; 4) Attacks on Global Public Health 
and 
Reproductive Rights, particular reference to the genocidal effects of 
forcing international agencies to promote "abstinence only" in the 
midst 
of a global AIDS epidemic; and 5) Bush Administration's lethal 
response 
to Hurricane Katrina

The concluding sessions of the International Commission of Inquiry 
will 
be at the Riverside Church and the Columbia University Law School in 
New 
York on January 20-22. The Commission was organized by the Not In Our 
Name Statement of Conscience and is endorsed by: Center for 
Constitutional Rights, National Lawyers Guild, After Downing 
Street.Org 
and many other prominent individuals and organizations, including 
Former 
Sen. James Abourezk, former British MP Tony Benn, authors Gore Vidal, 
Howard Zinn and Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and actor Edward Asner.

The above-named defendants are invited to appear or to send 
representatives to speak in their defense before a panel of 
distinguished jurors. This is the first opportunity in the USA for a 
complete public hearing of the charges and the evidence and testimony 
supporting them.

Charter, full indictments, standards for judgment, and audio and 
video 
coverage of the first session: http://www.bushcommission.org
http://www.bushcommission.org/

Prosecutor Broadens DeLay Inquiry

2006-01-08T14:04:00.000-08:00

Prosecutor Broadens DeLay Inquiry
Data on GOP Donation to U.S. Family Network Demanded

By R. Jeffrey Smith
Washington Post Staff Writer
Friday, January 6, 2006; A05



The Texas prosecutor who secured an indictment of Rep. Tom DeLay (R-
Tex.) on money-laundering charges broadened the scope of his inquiry
into election spending yesterday, demanding documents related to
funds that passed through a nonprofit organization, the U.S. Family
Network.

The group, which was founded in 1996 by DeLay's then-chief of staff,
Edwin A. Buckham, received $500,000 in 1999 from the National
Republican Congressional Committee and used some of the money to
finance radio ads attacking Democrats. The Federal Election
Commission fined the party in 2004 for its role in the funding.

The prosecutor, Ronnie Earle, sent subpoenas yesterday to Buckham;
the group's former president, Christopher Geeslin; the NRCC; and the
treasurer of DeLay's leadership political action committee, Americans
for a Republican Majority.

The subpoenas asked for all documents related to the $500,000
contribution, including any correspondence involving DeLay or Jack
Abramoff, the lobbyist who pleaded guilty to conspiracy to bribe
public officials and other crimes this week. The Washington Post
reported Saturday that the largest donors to the U.S. Family Network
were all associated with Abramoff. They contributed hundreds of
thousands of dollars to the group before it folded in 2001.

Earle, an elected district attorney in Travis County, Tex., did not
reveal in the subpoenas why he believes he has jurisdiction over the
campaign spending. Carl Forti, a spokesman for the NRCC, told the
Associated Press, "I'm going to call Roswell and warn them that
Ronnie Earle is on the witch hunt for the Martians they have there,"
referring to the New Mexico city famous for an alleged UFO landing.

DeLay is awaiting trial in Texas for allegedly conspiring to launder
corporate donations sent to a group he organized, Texans for a
Republican Majority, for use in the 2002 state legislative elections.
He has denied any wrongdoing.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-
dyn/content/article/2006/01/05/AR2006010502331_pf.html

9/11 -- The Gift That Keeps on Giving

2006-01-08T14:00:00.000-08:00

 9/11 -- The Gift That Keeps on Giving
 
 The Bulldog Manifesto | January 2 2006
 
 So what if the Bush administration wants to conduct illegal wiretaps,
they are fighting the terrorists!
 
 So what if the Bush administration wants to attack a country that has
never attacked us and was not a threat to us, they are fighting the
terrorists!
 
 So what if the Bush administration wants to take away all my
liberties, they are fighting the terrorists!
 
 So what if the Bush administration outs a CIA operative in order to
smear a political opponent, they are fighting the terrorists!
 
 So what if the Bush administration has encumbered more foreign debt
in the past five years then all of the preceding administrations did
combined, they are fighting the terrorists!
 
 So what if the Bush administration paid American journalists to write
deceptive and administration-friendly news stories, they are fighting
the terrorists!
 
 So what if the Bush administration hasn't enacted an exit plan in
Iraq, they are fighting the terrorists!
 
 So what if the Bush administration has destroyed the United States'
reputation overseas, they are fighting the terrorists!
 
 Wanna break the law? Invoke 9/11!
 
 Wanna start a war? Invoke 9/11!
 
 Wanna piss on the Constitution? Invoke 9/11!
 
 Wanna make sure your family business profits off the war? Invoke
9/11!
 
 Wanna fuck with people you just don't like? Invoke 9/11!
 
 Wanna make your political adversary look like a treasonous bastard?
Invoke 9/11!
 
 I'm so sick and tired of 9/11. The Bush regime uses 9/11 like a
heroin addict uses a spoon. It's the ultimate political weapon. Meanwhile,
ignorant bastards keep driving around town in their cars with their
"9/11- Never Forget" bumper stickers. That's akin to a southern slave in
the 1800's wearing a shirt that says "I Need to Be Whipped Some Mo'
Masseh"
 
 For fuck's sake, who has gained the most from 9/11? Who? Isn't it
obvious?
 
 Terrorists? Who the fuck are these terrorists? The only terrorists I
see are the ones sitting in Washington D.C. fucking over my country.
Who is fighing against those bastards, that's what I wanna know.
 
 The only terrorists I see are the ones handing out tax breaks to the
rich while the poor fight over the scraps. Why isn't the Army fighing
those dangerous thugs?
 
 The only terrorists I see are the CEOs making $27 million dollars
while the grunts make $17,000 (Walmart). Shouldn't we call in the Navy
SEALS?
 
 My government is one big organized crime family. That's the way I see
it. Like any strong crime family, you gotta have muscle. And we
certainly have the muscle. We make up 5% of the world's population, and yet we
are responsible for 50% of all money spent on defense worldwide. "Luca
Brasi swims with the fishes!"
 
 Speaking of which, when can we begin calling "military defense" by
it's rightful name? It should be called "military offense." For pete's
sake, we've been on the offense for about 60 fucking years now. I think
the days of "defense" are long gone, aren't they?
 Yes indeed, 9/11 is the ultimate lotto prize for the neocon pigs.
Full Spectrum Dominance? Try Full Spectrum Fascism.
 
 Oh they danced and danced, drank lots of wine, and listened to lots
of Wagner and Beethoven. Meanwhile their "brave leader" was out there
fighing against the scourge of communism, the scourge of the Jews, and
the scourge of everything else that wasn't Nazi. Yup, the Germans in the
early 1940's were asleep too. Their leader had saved them from the
communists who, after all, were accused of burning down the Reichstag
building. (Oh wait, Hitler actually set the building on fire himself. Sounds
so familiar?)
 
 Ah yes, because Germany was "under attack", they let Hitler enact the
Enabling Act, thereby giving him dictatorial authority over Germany.
 
 Dictatorial power. Where have I heard that before?
 
 Yup, it all goes back to that eleventh day in September, 2001. The
day when our country did a swan dive off the top of the World Trade
Center, straight fucking down!
 9/11-- the gift that keeps giving.
 

http://www.prisonplanet.com/articles/january2006/020106keepsongiving.htm




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2006-01-07T12:07:00.000-08:00

Daniel and I at last year's Lamas Cotillion...we were a wee bit fucked up...

2006-01-07T11:57:00.000-08:00

Me being all shadow-y and seductive...

2006-01-07T11:16:00.000-08:00

79 Things You Have No Interest in Knowing about Stoner79!

1. “79” refers to the year of his birth…1779. Or maybe 1979…

2. His last name was originally Litchford.

3. He is a pothead.

4. He was a guest once on the Ricki Lake Show.

5. His favorite movie is Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

6. His Favorite color is Kelly green.

7. He has a Jack Russell terrier named Krypto.

8. He has two sisters, one brother, one brother-in-law, one niece, two parents, two grandparents, one boyfriend and no regrets.

9. His grandfather was a World War II veteran who also played for the Ozarks, a minor league baseball team out of Alabama.

10. His favorite song is Passive Aggressive by the British band Placebo.

11. He likes all different kinds of music; jazz, punk, opera, rock, e.g.

12. His favorite singer is Janis Joplin.

13. His favorite book is Ordinary People by Judith Guest.

14. He was in the Inaugural Parade for President Clinton’s second term.

15. He smokes cigarettes.

16. He is an atheist.

17. He has never slept with a woman.

18. His childhood imaginary friend’s name was Extraordinary.

19. His ideal birth date is June 1^st, 1945.

20. He loves Marilyn Monroe and James Dean.

21. His favorite classic movie is Mildred Pierce.

22. He has the same initials and birth date as Johnny Depp.

23. When he was a kid, his mother dressed him as Don Johnson in Miami Vice and sent him to school.

24. The other kids picked him on him in school.

25. He came out during a monologue reading in front of his entire school when he was a junior.

26. He attended Cumberland University, but later dropped out.

27. He has tried marijuana, acid, ecstasy, and cocaine.

28. He co-wrote, directed, and starred in a musical about gay soldiers in the Vietnam War called Don’t Ask! Don’t Tell!

29. The night that Don’t Ask! Don’t Tell! opened was the same night that Johnny Cash and John Ritter passed away.

30. He hates television, but loves Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

31. He watches adult swim every night.

32. He collects action figures.

33. He has two tattoos: the Japanese khanji symbol for “scream” on his forearm and the khanji symbol for ‘immortality” on his calf.

34. He once had his nipples pierced, but took them out.

35. His boyfriend is HIV+.

36. He wants a Prince Albert.

37. He broke his little finger in high school playing football.

38. His favorite comic book characters are Superman and Shazam.

39. He once auditioned for the show MTV’s Fanatic.

40. He can play the trumpet and the piano.

41. He wants to learn to ride a motorcycle.

42. Until about two years ago, he was exclusively a top, but now he loves to bottom.

43. He is a Gemini.

44. He has had two of his homes burn down.

45. He loves horror movies.

46. His favorite pet as a kid was a dog named AJ.

47. He has a license but no car, nor does he want one.

48. He loves anime, especially Akira and films by Hayao Miyazaki.

49. He has a morbid fascination with serial killers, especially John Wayne Gacy and Ted Bundy.

50. He did not vote for George W. Bush.

51. His favorite cereal is Frosted Shredded Wheat.

52. He can’t pass up Count Chocula, Frankenberry, or Booberry either.

53. His favorite holiday is Halloween.

54. He drinks Maxwell House coffee.

55. He has had sex in a group of three, and would like to up that number.

56. He has seen Edward Scissorhands more times than he can count.

57. The first CD he ever bought was the original cast recording of Phantom of the Opera.

58. He has done drag twice, under the name Flamenco Fury!

59. He really doesn’t like doing drag.

60. His best friend Kyle only has one arm.

61. His favorite drink is a dirty martini straight up with three olives.

62. He refuses to become part of the cell phone phenomenon.

63. He was the victim of a gay-bashing the first week in college at a frat party.

64. He has posed nude, and been in a dirty home movie.

65. His favorite website is www.rotten.com.

66. His other best friend Ginni lives in a house that Elvis and Johnny Cash visited.

67. He cried for hours when Christopher Reeve died.

68. His favorite characters on Buffy the Vampire Slayer were Willow and Tara.

69. The word “cock” really turns him on.

70. He loves bareback seventies gay porn.

71. He loves porn in general.

72. His favorite thing to do when he’s stoned is watch old episodes of Mystery Science Theater 3000.

73. If he were a television character, he would be Eunice Higgins from Mama’s Family.

74. He’s read Drawing Blood by Poppy Z. Brite and Swan Song by Robert McCammon about a zillion times.

75. He is allergic to bunny fur.

76. He loves chocolate.

77. He wants to live England or Australia one day.

78. He has been with his boyfriend Daniel for almost 4 years.

79. He stole the idea for this list from Darren at http://dajoro.blogspot.com/

Twelfth Night HRC Post Office Bonanza!!! Yee-Haw!

2006-01-07T08:38:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was quite an interesting day...

I woke up, on the second day of my two-day unpaid suspension from work with a nasty headache. It was the same headache I woke up with the morning before, but I was feeling a bit mopey and really didn't feel like dragging my lazy ass down to the store to get coffee, the lack thereof was causing my pain. I managed to get through that day, but yesterday I knew I couldn't take it. I had to have coffee, and I was going to have to go get it.

As I made my way up the street, I noticed that the tiniest little specks of snow had begun to fall, and I got all homesick for the snows we used to have when I was a kid, big mounds of blue-white sparkling brilliance, piled high and deep, waiting for some adventurous kid to explore. This seemed more like the air had become sick, or had some kind of of dry skin condition.

By the time I got home I was ready for coffee. My boyfriend Daniel offered to make me a pot, so I collapsed on the couch and waited. When it was ready, he brought me a steaming cup, and for the majority of the morning, I lounged on the couch watching the snow fall out the massive front window and read a book.

In hindsight, maybe I should have stopped after the second cup, but when there's hot rich coffee available, it's hard for me to resist. So in the end I drank the whole pot. By now Will and Daniel had both left for work, leaving me in this big empty old house alone with not a damn thing to do.

Here's where I made my biggest mistake - after I had finished the coffee pot, I went to the fridge and pulled out a can of Vault soda. If you've been living under a rock and not heard of Vault soda, let me break it down for you. It tastes like a weird mix of Mountain Dew and Mello Yello, but has the caffeine intake of a Jolt cola, that nasty brew you got addicted to in college. I had one of these, and by now, my heart was racing from all the caffeine in my system. I had to do something. Right now...

So I went into my disaster area of a bedroom and began furiously cleaning, moving mounds of dirty clothes and reorganizing stacks of newspapers I have yet to go through and clip articles for my scrapbooks. The entire time this was going on, I was rocking out to Led Zeppelin, which of course meant that periodic stops were made for rhythmless white boy dancing and air guitar.

About two hours later, my room was clean, but I on the other hand, was spinning from the caffeine and adrenaline. I tried to take a shower, then decided a nice nap might do the trick. Easier said than done. I tossed and turned, threw pillows off the bed, twisted the sheets around my legs, but never quite actually made it to nappy-land.

Then about eight, Daniel got home. He came in my room and told me that our friend Crazy Bear had called several times to find out if we wanted to go to a Twelfth Night party. I had never been to one, but Daniel was keen on going, so I got up and quickly got dressed.

On the way to the party, Barry tells us a little about Twelfth Night parties. Apparently part of the Christmas season, and usually celebrated by Catholics, the twelfth day after Christmas friends and family get together and enjoy drinks and desserts, and of gifts of stories, songs, poems, or dancing to their hosts and other party-goers. I racked my brains to figure out a story, and finally remembered one that involved the only car accident I was ever in - but that story's too long to be recited here right now.

We arrived a wee bit late to the event, and when we walked in, one girl was in the middle of reading her story. I had no idea anything she was talking about, but became terrified when I realized that most of the stories and such had a Christmas theme. I didn't have any good Christmas stories, and Crazy Bear had gone back out to the car, so I couldn't ask if a non-Christmas story was acceptable. Finally I decided to hell with it, let them enjoy the story or not. So I volunteered when the time came and told my story, at times humorous, other times intimate and heartwarming. I was pleased.

Crazy Bear wanted to go have drinks, so we rode with him across town to Tribe, the local power-queer watering hole. Being Friday night, the place was packed. But apparently it was some kind of HRC night, and everyone was wearing these numbers on their clothes. If you saw someone you liked, you wrote down their number, and your own, and a message, and for five dollars the HRC "post office" would deliver the message. Apparently "Hey, you wanna fuck?" was no longer accpetable.

We drank, we left. We came home and lounged on the bed. I was feeling a bit icky at that point. I'm not a heavy drinker, and the mix of too much caffeine and dirty martinis was making my stomach all lurch-y. I was folding my clothes from the evening, going through the pockets, when what to my wandering eyes should appear but a bag of shake!! The perfect Twelfth Night gift.

So Daniel and I sank into a cloudy mist and talked about Spring Gathering, which is coming up in April. And by three, I had fallen into a peaceful sleep.

So now I have a story for next year's Twelfth Night party.

A Visitor in the Night...

2006-01-04T04:46:00.000-08:00

So if it were legal to kill dogs, I might have become a murderer this morning.

First, some background:

I have always had a soft spot for animals, especially dogs. When I was growing up we always had a dog of some sort. My father has this weird super-power: all dogs love him. No one knows why, but if a dog sees my father, he will run up all excited, pissing all over the floor. The dog, not my father. Besides me, there were three other kids in the house, so between them and my animal-magnet Dad, a pet of my own was hard to come by. The one I remember best was this mutt named AJ. He was small and black and fuzzy. Every morning my mom would let him out to poop, and when he came back in, he would jump on my bed, cold and wet, slobbering all over me, to wake me up.

Then my aunt Gail ran over him.

Needless to say, I have been overcompensating this devastating loss most of my adult life.

Fast forward to last June when some ass-wipe dumps a puppy in the backyard. At the time I still had my two Jack Russells, Krypto and Underdog. I had just moved in to the fabulous new house in East Nashville, and my big ole bleeding heart said “Oh no, you can’t take that abandoned pup to the pound! You’ve got plenty of room, keep him.”

So that was how Rascal came into our lives. I’ve spent the last two months trying unsuccessfully to get him out of our life. First, he grew VERY quickly, from a tiny little scamp you could hold in the palm of your hand to the ENORMOUS monstrosity that he is today. Second, he may have been the last in line for the brains in the litter, because he sure doesn’t have any. Third, he may well be the most destructive dog I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Perhaps the terriers spoiled me. Underdog took to commands like second nature. Sit, lie down, fetch – there wasn’t a command he couldn’t master in a matter of minutes. Krypto was a bit more stubborn, but still caught on. Rascal on the other hand…

I worked and worked and worked with him. He wouldn’t walk on a leash, barked night and day, and bullied the other two. One night, we found that he had pushed the dryer from one side of the room to the other so he could stick his head through the vent. Of course, he got stuck and had to be pushed back through from outside. One day he saw a mouse in the laundry room, and RIPPED a massive chunk out of the drywall to get to it. Rascal was a difficult dog to say the least.

So a few weeks ago, right before Christmas, my boyfriend Daniel had taken Rascal out for his walk. Several blocks from the house, Rascal chewed through the leash (a common occurrence) and bolted. Daniel chased him for a while, but couldn’t catch him, so he came home. We put up flyers and went out searching, all to no avail. Secretly though, I was relieved that the dog was finally gone.

That is, until this morning.

At 4:30am, exactly half an hour before I have to get up for work, I was jarred awake by the sound of the apocalypse in the laundry room. I rushed over and threw open the door to find Rascal, sopping wet, caked in mud, bits and pieces of the shattered puppy door trailing behind him. He had dug a hole under the fence and squirmed his way into the back yard, then broke into the house my smashing the plastic puppy door guard to smithereens.

So….is there anyone out there who would like a dog?

He’s free!!!

Great, now I want to see Dick again!

2006-01-04T04:41:00.000-08:00

Vice President Dick Cheney Takes An Ax To That Dismal '70s Show
Defending warrantless wiretapping recently, the vice president spoke of his distaste for the erosion of presidential authority in the wake of Watergate and Vietnam.
By THE NEW YORK TIMES
Published on 1/3/2006
We start the new year with the same old fear: Dick Cheney.
The vice president, who believes in unwarranted, unlimited snooping, is so pathologically secretive that if you use Google Earth's database to see his official residence, the view is scrambled and obscured. You can view satellite photos of the White House, the Pentagon and the Capitol — but not of the Lord of the Underworld's lair.
Vice is literally a shadow president. He's obsessive about privacy — but, unfortunately, only his own.
Google Earth users alerted The New York Times to this latest bit of Cheney concealment after a front-page story last week about the international fears inspired by free Google software that features detailed displays of things like government and military sites around the world.
"For a brief period," they reported, "photos of the White House and adjacent buildings that the United States Geological Survey provided to Google Earth showed up with certain details obscured." So Google replaced those images with unaltered photographs taken by a private company.
Even though the story did not mention the Cheney residence — and even though it's not near the White House — The Times ran a clarifying correction on Tuesday that said, "The view of the vice president's residence in Washington remains obscured."
Fitting, since Vice has turned America into a camera obscura, a dark chamber with a lens that turns things upside down.
Guys argue that women tend to stew and hold grudges more, sometimes popping up to blow the whistle on a man's bad behavior years later, like a missile out of the night, as Alan Simpson said of Anita Hill.
Yet look at Cheney and Rummy. Their steroid-infused power-grabs stem from their years stewing in the Ford White House, a time when they felt emasculated because they were stripped of prerogatives.
Diminished roles
Rummy, a Ford chief of staff who became defense secretary, and his protege, Cheney, who succeeded him as chief of staff, felt diminished by the post-Watergate laws and reforms that reduced the executive branch's ability to be secretive and unilateral, tilting power back toward Congress.
The '70s were also a heady period for the press, which reached the zenith of its power when it swayed public opinion on Vietnam and exposed Watergate. Reporters got greater access to government secrets with a stronger Freedom of Information Act.
Chenrummy thought the press was running amok, that leaks should be plugged and that Congress was snatching power that rightfully belonged to the White House.
So these two crusty pals spent 30 years dreaming of inflating the deflated presidential muscularity. Cheney christened himself vice president and brought in Rummy for the most ridiculously pumped-up presidency ever. All this was fine with W., whose family motto is: "We know best. Trust us."
The two regents turned back the clock to the Nixon era, bringing back presidential excesses like wiretapping along with presidential power. As attorney general, John Ashcroft clamped down on the Freedom of Information Act.
Document buried
For two years, the Pentagon has been sitting on a request from The Times' Jeff Gerth to cough up a secret 500-page document prepared by Halliburton on what to do with Iraq's oil industry — a plan it wrote several months before the invasion of Iraq, and before it got a no-bid contract to implement the plan (and overbill the U.S.). Very convenient.
Defending warrantless wiretapping recently, the vice president spoke of his distaste for the erosion of presidential authority in the wake of Watergate and Vietnam.
"I do believe that, especially in the day and age we live in, the nature of the threats we face, it was true during the Cold War, as well as I think what is true now, the president of the United States needs to have his constitutional powers unimpaired, if you will, in terms of the conduct of national security policy," he intoned. Translation: Back off, Congress and the press.
Checks, balances, warrants, civil liberties — they're all so 20th century. Historians must now regard the light transitional tenure of Gerald Ford as the petri dish of this darkly transformational presidency.
Consider this: When Vice President Nelson Rockefeller, supported by Ford, pushed a plan to have the government help develop alternative sources of energy and reduce our dependence on oil and Saudi Arabia, guess who helped scotch it?
Dick Cheney. Then and now, the man is a menace.
Maureen Dowd writes for the New York Times.

Oh, the times, they are...not a'changin?

2006-01-03T11:11:00.000-08:00

Got this in my email today....

Share the love!!!

by Molly Ivins All newspaper editors want to know what their readers like. If you would like to read this feature in your local newspaper, please do not hesitate to share your enthusiasm with your local newspaper editor.RELEASE: WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 28, 2005, AND THEREAFTER

AUSTIN, Texas -- The first time as tragedy, the second time as farce. Thirty-five years ago, Richard Milhous Nixon, who was crazy as a bullbat, and J. Edgar Hoover, who wore women's underwear, decided some Americans had unacceptable political opinions. So they set our government to spying on its own citizens, basically those who were deemed insufficiently like Crazy Richard Milhous.
For those of you who have forgotten just what a stonewall paranoid Nixon was, the poor man used to stalk around the White House demanding that his political enemies be killed. Many still believe there was a certain Richard III grandeur to Nixon's collapse because he was also a man of notable talents. There is neither grandeur nor tragedy in watching this president, the Testy Kid, violate his oath to uphold the laws and Constitution of our country.
The Testy Kid wants to do what he wants to do when he wants to do it because he is the president, and he considers that sufficient justification for whatever he wants. He even finds lawyers like John Yoo, who tell him that whatever he wants to do is legal.
The creepy part is the overlap. Damned if they aren't still here, after all these years, the old Nixon hands -- Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld, the whole gang whose yearning for authoritarian government rose like a stink over the Nixon years. Imperial executive. Bring back those special White House guard uniforms. Cheney, like some malignancy that cannot be killed off, back at the same old stand, pushing the same old crap.
Of course, they tell us we have to be spied on for our own safety, so they can catch the terrorists who threaten us all. Thirty-five years ago, they nabbed a film star named Jean Seberg and a bunch of people running a free breakfast program for poor kids in Chicago. This time, they're onto the Quakers. We are not safer.
We would be safer, as the 9-11 commission has so recently reminded us, if some obvious and necessary precautions were taken at both nuclear and chemical plants -- but that is not happening because those industries contribute to Republican candidates. Republicans do not ask their contributors to spend a lot of money on obvious and necessary steps to protect public safety. They wiretap, instead.
You will be unsurprised to learn that, first, they lied. They didn't do it. Well, OK, they did it, but not very much at all. Well, OK, more than that. A lot more than that. OK, millions of private e-mail and telephone calls every hour, and all medical and financial records.
You may recall in 2002 it was revealed that the Pentagon had started a giant data-mining program called Total Information Awareness (TIA), intended to search through vast databases "to increase information coverage by an order of magnitude."
From credit cards to vet reports, Big Brother would be watching us. This dandy program was under the control of Adm. John Poindexter, convicted of five felonies during Iran-Contra, all overturned on a technicality. This administration really knows where to go for good help -- it ought to bring back Brownie.
Everybody decided that TIA was a terrible idea, and the program was theoretically shut down. As often happens with this administration, it turned out they just changed the name and made the program less visible. Data-mining was a popular buzzword at the time, and the administration was obviously hot to have it. Bush established a secret program under which the National Security Agency could bypass the FISA (Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act) court and begin eavesdropping on Americans without warrants.
As many have patiently pointed out, the entire program was unnecessary, since the FISA court is both prompt and accommodating. There is virtually no possible scenario that would make it difficult or impossible to get a FISA warrant -- it has granted 19,000 warrants and rejected only a handful.
I don't like to play scary games where we all stay awake late at night, telling each other scary stories -- but there's a reason we have never given our government this kind of power. As the late Sen. Frank Church said, "That capability could at any time be turned around on the American people, and no American would have any privacy left, such is the capacity to monitor everything: telephone conversations, telegrams, it doesn't matter. There would be no place to hide." And if a dictator took over, the NSA "could enable it to impose total tyranny."
Then we always get that dreadful goody-two-shoes response, "Well, if you aren't doing anything wrong, you don't have anything to worry about, do you?"
Folks, we KNOW this program is being and will be misused. We know it from the past record and current reporting. The program has already targeted vegans and People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals -- and, boy, if those aren't outposts of al-Qaida, what is? Could this be more pathetic?
This could scarcely be clearer. Either the president of the United States is going to have to understand and admit he has done something very wrong, or he will have to be impeached. The first time this happened, the institutional response was magnificent. The courts, the press, the Congress all functioned superbly. Anyone think we're up to that again? Then whom do we blame when we lose the republic?

bleh

2006-01-02T12:02:00.000-08:00

It seemed kinda superficial to harp about the crappy state of the world then post 4 online quizzes back to back. Also, from my quiz-taking, I have come to the realization that I'm a big pervert, and an emo-kid apparently....

Thanks to Darren at http://dajoro.blogspot.com/ for the quiz inspiration. Not sure how I would have made it through the dull day without them...

just one more!!

2006-01-02T12:00:00.000-08:00

You scored as Horny Fuck. The word FUCK for you means "o do me baby right here right now!" you just think of sex sex sex! AND YOU LOVE IT

Horny Fuck

100%

Angry Fuck

67%

SICK FUCK

58%

bad fuck

What Type of Fuck are you?
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so very very bored....

2006-01-02T11:59:00.000-08:00

You scored as Straight Acting. Heya your on the straight and narrow but still enjoy a good cute guy with a pint of beer.

A Big Bear

100%

Straight Acting

100%

S + M guy

100%

The all-round cute gay guy

60%

Raging Queer

50%

Straight

40%

Straight Queer Basher

What type of Gay are YOU?
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Ack!! Only two hours to go....

2006-01-02T11:58:00.000-08:00

You scored as A Slave To BDSM. Admit it, you like being tied up and being told you've been very naughty. You like teasing your partner and making them squirm, and not letting them be able to do anything about it. Some people think what you do is sick and disgusting, but you know it's all in good fun.

A Slave To BDSM

100%

Sex God

93%

A Romantic

48%

Virgin

How are you in bed
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Surprise surprise surprise!!!

2006-01-02T11:21:00.000-08:00

You scored as Penis. You are attracted to the: penis. You are a penis man/woman.

Butt

100%

Penis

100%

Abs/Stomach

75%

Face

50%

Boobs

33%

What Body Part Are You Attracted To?(pics)
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still bored at work - 2 hours to go...

2006-01-02T11:17:00.000-08:00

You scored as Wet. You're wet 'n' wild, while that isn't always a good thing, we have to give you points for trying...right?

Exciting

100%

Wet

100%

Hot

100%

Violent

88%

Awkward

63%

Soft

38%

Sweet

25%

Shy

What is your sexual style?
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Good to Know....

2006-01-02T11:16:00.000-08:00

You scored as Disappear. Your death will be by disappearing, probably a camping trip gone wrong or an evening hike you never returned from. Always remeber that one guy who was hiking alone and got in a rock slide. He could have died, but he cut his own hand off to save himself. Don't end up like him (or worse, dead).

Disappear

100%

Gunshot

93%

Disease

67%

Posion

67%

Bomb

60%

Stabbed

60%

Natural Causes

53%

Suicide

53%

Eaten

40%

Accident

33%

Drowning

33%

Suffocated

27%

Cut Throat

How Will You Die??
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Bored at work, took a quiz....

2006-01-02T11:15:00.000-08:00

You scored as Emo Kid. You listen to emo. 'Nuff said. You know how to dress. You usually feel as if nobody understands you.

Emo Kid

100%

Stoner

80%

Loner

80%

Goth

73%

Punk

73%

"Ghetto"

40%

Geek/Nerd

27%

Hot

20%

Jock

13%

Prep

What Highschool Clique Do You Belong To?
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Happy Fucking New Year!!!

2006-01-02T10:24:00.000-08:00

So it’s January 2, 2006. I opted to not make a post on the first. I didn’t want to remember the year I was saying goodbye to. Goodbye to 2,187 dead American soldiers in Iraq, goodbye to Katrina and Rita, goodbye to Terri and Jennifer, goodbye to my duplex at 819 Knox Avenue, the one that burned to the ground. Goodbye to Bush spying and Bush lying, goodbye to Johnny Carson and Richard Pryor, goodbye (and good riddance) to the Pope, goodbye to Tookie Williams, goodbye to Mikhail Brown, goodbye to my job here at HCA (soon…very soon). Goodbye to the Christmas war, goodbye to TennCare and Dickerson Road. Goodbye to Rosa Parks, goodbye to Seventh Heaven – thank the gods!! Goodbye to my beloved Underdog.

I look to 2006 to be a better year. Hopefully. I’ve been living in my new house for six months now. My boyfriend and I are getting along well, and I love my roommate. I have my Jack Russell terrier Krypto, there’s a Superman movie coming out, and there are about 800 billion men I haven’t fucked yet, so the horizon looks good.

I don’t really believe in New Year’s resolutions, but here are my goals for the year:

Stop working for the corporate empire!!! Quit my job at HCA, the world’s largest for-profit hospital. Get a new job at a non-corporate business.
Stop buying anything retail. I am so sick of being advertised to, and I am sick of getting ripped off for everything I buy. $1.25 for generic bleach!!! Yes people that’s right – a dollar-fucking-twenty-five for household bleach.
Continue to not be intimidated by people who insist that I can’t do anything without a cell phone or car. Wake up, America, if we give them the power they will take the power – it is the nature of the beast.
Stop drinking soda. America is poisoning it’s citizens!! Tonight at 10…
Publish my first book.

Lofty goals, I know, but I’m dedicated.

Go figure....

2005-12-26T06:54:00.000-08:00

You scored as Marijuana. The most beautiful, chill drug out there. You want something that's not too harsh on your body, and soothes the soul. It's also not addicting, so smoke it up, baby! And never have to go through withdrawls.

Marijuana

81%

Inhalents

75%

Mushrooms

69%

Alcohol

63%

Ecstacy

44%

Cocaine

44%

None!

19%

What's your ideal drug?
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So I Sold Out

2005-11-17T04:40:00.000-08:00

I've been denying the blogging craze for a while now. At first I thought it would blow over, then I avoided it because everyone else was doing it. But somehow with the current state of the world, my little fat notebooks just weren't doing the trick for me anymore.

I'm only 26 years old, but already the world seems to be changing to quickly around me. Everyday there's a new story about another teen shooting, corruption at every level of every business. Do I want my voice to be heard? Sure. Do I think anyone will be interested? I don't know and frankly don't really care. I have spent too much of my life not saying something for fear of offending.

I hope that writing this will teach me more about myself, but more so, that I can look back and read as the world changes more and more.