Monday, October 31, 2005
Let the People Say Amen!
Big-Time Postal Alert. Cover Ears Now.
by Hunter
Mon Oct 31, 2005 at 04:31:54 PM PDT
Nice. Drudge et al are hyping the "racist" meme to defend Alito from attacks on his ultra-far-right philosophies.
Meanwhile, the Democratic National Committee sent out talking points this morning titled: "Judge 'Scalito' Has Long History Of States Rights, Anti-Civil Rights, And Anti-Immigrant Rulings." More from the DNC's anti-Italian American talkers: "Alito is often referred to as 'Judge Scalito' because of his adherence to Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia's right-wing judicial philosophy."
Oh boy. You've just stepped in it now, shitheads. This one's personal -- screw everything else written on this site, and on every other site, about Alito for the time being.
See, here's the thing. I'm Italian American. I'm also an at-this-point-happily-lapsed but still damn respectful Roman Catholic.
And I will be God Damn Fucking Dead And In a Hole In The Fucking Ground before I let you claim "Italian American" OR Roman Catholic as a fucking code phrase for batshit conservative reactionaries whose dismissal of womens' rights, civil rights, worker rights, and pretty much everything else that has made America great make it clear they think all those things are akin to something they would normally scrape off their shoes.
There's nothing fucking "Italian American" about being an ultra-far-right conservative jackass. You will not drag my heritage into this like you shoved Alito's well-groomed hand up Rosa Parks' corpse, or I will bury you, you loathsome little egg-humping fucker. And unlike most of the victims of your only-like-a-minority-when-they're-dead corpse huggings, I'm still very much alive.
Yeah, let's just see a fight between Italian Americans on this one. Let's him and me fight, is that it? Not gonna happen. I despise Alito because he's a Scalia-Thomas-Dobson reactionary blowhard so far out of the mainstream that in his mental counties they haven't even invented the damn telegraph yet, and our shared ethnicity has exactly Zero The Fuck To Do With It. And you goddamn race-baiters know it.
Goddamn it, if you want to see one particular stereotype come to full fruition, you got it. Yeah, I'm an Italian American, with the funny sounding name and the brownish-blackish hair and the big, black eyebrows above two eyes that look like the apocalypse may burst right the hell out of them at any particular moment of the day. I'm part Sicilian, and I'm another big part Scottish, which means between the two of them that my natural demeanor in this fight is to rip off your arms, beat you to death with them, and serve the remains stuffed in dissected sheep parts and delivered to your parents' doorstep.
Goddamn it Drudge, and all the rest of you far-right fuckwipes of bitter and rejected alternate American histories -- you want to claim my heritage, and my religion? Fuck you. Choose your weapon.
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by Hunter
Mon Oct 31, 2005 at 04:31:54 PM PDT
Nice. Drudge et al are hyping the "racist" meme to defend Alito from attacks on his ultra-far-right philosophies.
Meanwhile, the Democratic National Committee sent out talking points this morning titled: "Judge 'Scalito' Has Long History Of States Rights, Anti-Civil Rights, And Anti-Immigrant Rulings." More from the DNC's anti-Italian American talkers: "Alito is often referred to as 'Judge Scalito' because of his adherence to Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia's right-wing judicial philosophy."
Oh boy. You've just stepped in it now, shitheads. This one's personal -- screw everything else written on this site, and on every other site, about Alito for the time being.
See, here's the thing. I'm Italian American. I'm also an at-this-point-happily-lapsed but still damn respectful Roman Catholic.
And I will be God Damn Fucking Dead And In a Hole In The Fucking Ground before I let you claim "Italian American" OR Roman Catholic as a fucking code phrase for batshit conservative reactionaries whose dismissal of womens' rights, civil rights, worker rights, and pretty much everything else that has made America great make it clear they think all those things are akin to something they would normally scrape off their shoes.
There's nothing fucking "Italian American" about being an ultra-far-right conservative jackass. You will not drag my heritage into this like you shoved Alito's well-groomed hand up Rosa Parks' corpse, or I will bury you, you loathsome little egg-humping fucker. And unlike most of the victims of your only-like-a-minority-when-they're-dead corpse huggings, I'm still very much alive.
Yeah, let's just see a fight between Italian Americans on this one. Let's him and me fight, is that it? Not gonna happen. I despise Alito because he's a Scalia-Thomas-Dobson reactionary blowhard so far out of the mainstream that in his mental counties they haven't even invented the damn telegraph yet, and our shared ethnicity has exactly Zero The Fuck To Do With It. And you goddamn race-baiters know it.
Goddamn it, if you want to see one particular stereotype come to full fruition, you got it. Yeah, I'm an Italian American, with the funny sounding name and the brownish-blackish hair and the big, black eyebrows above two eyes that look like the apocalypse may burst right the hell out of them at any particular moment of the day. I'm part Sicilian, and I'm another big part Scottish, which means between the two of them that my natural demeanor in this fight is to rip off your arms, beat you to death with them, and serve the remains stuffed in dissected sheep parts and delivered to your parents' doorstep.
Goddamn it Drudge, and all the rest of you far-right fuckwipes of bitter and rejected alternate American histories -- you want to claim my heritage, and my religion? Fuck you. Choose your weapon.
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Sunday, October 30, 2005
Leaf by Niggle
These trees are not Vermont and more precious because of it. Already many bare branches. The sidewalks are covered with leaves that are completely desicated. Fall.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
William Blake
Lo, a shadow of horror is risen
In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific,
Self-clos'd, all-repelling: what demon
Hath form'd this abominable void,
This soul-shudd'ring vacuum? Some said
"It is Urizen." But unknown, abstracted,
Brooding, secret, the dark power hid.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
The iPod Hegemony
Over the course of the last few weeks I've observed how iconic the iPod has become. I see the distinctive white earbuds everywhere. However you can't assume from that observation that there is an iPod at the end of those cables. In fact, there is often some non-descript loser of an mp3 player attached. Interestingly, the people who have done this seem undisturbed by the fact that the iPod earbuds are among the worst earphones on the market. But they use them anyway to make it appear that they have iPods...
Friday, October 21, 2005
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Why I Am Still a Catholic
Difficult as it is in this time of theological fundamentalism, the Church continues to feed me.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
The Worst President__Ever!
This is a poem made up entirely of actual quotations from George W.
Bush, arranged for "aesthetic" purposes, by Washington Post writer
Richard Thompson. A wonderful poem like this is too good not to share.
Ah, yes! A testament to literacy in the age of Every Child Left
Behind!
MAKE THE PIE HIGHER!
I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty And potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet
Become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being
And the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, Where our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher!
Make the pie higher!
Bush, arranged for "aesthetic" purposes, by Washington Post writer
Richard Thompson. A wonderful poem like this is too good not to share.
Ah, yes! A testament to literacy in the age of Every Child Left
Behind!
MAKE THE PIE HIGHER!
I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty And potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet
Become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being
And the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, Where our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher!
Make the pie higher!
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Tragedy
"I think when tragic things happen, it is on the surface. It's like the ocean. On the surface a wave comes, and sometimes the wave is very serious and strong. But it comes and goes, comes and goes, and underneath the ocean always remains calm.
___Dalai Lama
___Dalai Lama
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Friday, October 14, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Decluttering
I continue this, one drawer at a time. I'm willing to throw things away. I'm willing to try different organizational tools. Two that I got today didn't work. No problema. I'l return them tomorrow. It's all good.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Friday, October 07, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Dr. Atomic
Holy Sonnet XIV: Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but O, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
but is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy.
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor even chaste, except you ravish me.
John Donne
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but O, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
but is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy.
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor even chaste, except you ravish me.
John Donne
EDITORIAL: Bishops, where to we go from here?
The deeply disturbing grand jury report on sexual abuse of children by priests in the Philadelphia archdiocese delves into a prolonged and shocking crisis. It reveals the flaws of the system established to protect children and the related extent of the corruption that has seeped into the church’s hierarchical structures.
The Philadelphia report, in an unprecedented way, details the level of deception and misuse of law employed to protect known repeat abusers, including rapists, within the Catholic clergy. The district attorney’s office in Philadelphia, with the benefit of more than 45,000 pages of subpoenaed documents and testimony from more than 100 witnesses gathered over a three-year investigation, fashioned a narrative showing a clergy and hierarchical culture so intent on protecting itself that it placed hundreds of children at risk of cruel exploitation.
If this watershed moment in this awful chapter of modern church history passes without dramatic action on the part of church authorities, then we have to wonder how we can continue to call ourselves Christian, or a church.
We urge you to read the report (available at www.philadelphiadistrictattorney.com/pages/1) as well as the archdiocese’s response to the report (at www.archdiocese-phl.org/grandjury.htm) and the district attorney’s rebuttal to that response.
The Philadelphia report, in an unprecedented way, details the level of deception and misuse of law employed to protect known repeat abusers, including rapists, within the Catholic clergy. The district attorney’s office in Philadelphia, with the benefit of more than 45,000 pages of subpoenaed documents and testimony from more than 100 witnesses gathered over a three-year investigation, fashioned a narrative showing a clergy and hierarchical culture so intent on protecting itself that it placed hundreds of children at risk of cruel exploitation.
If this watershed moment in this awful chapter of modern church history passes without dramatic action on the part of church authorities, then we have to wonder how we can continue to call ourselves Christian, or a church.
We urge you to read the report (available at www.philadelphiadistrictattorney.com/pages/1) as well as the archdiocese’s response to the report (at www.archdiocese-phl.org/grandjury.htm) and the district attorney’s rebuttal to that response.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
HOWL
Howl
For Carl Solomon
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the
skull,...
--Allen Ginsberg
For Carl Solomon
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the
skull,...
--Allen Ginsberg
Monday, October 03, 2005
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Saturday, October 01, 2005
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