I was listening to this writer, I can't remember his name, but he has a bestseller out on Amazon.com now about the Blackwater organization, Eric Prince, and those ex-Navy Seals and CIA nutjobs (I've already denigrated them in several past posts) that have put together a 20,000-man private army on 5,000 acres of North Carolina swampland--with a 750 million buck contract from Condo-Leasing Rice and the State Department--one of the 100,000 contractors in Iraq and they're in Afghanistan, too, and now they say they use Blackwater's air force planes--they own twenty jets--in the CIA's kidnapping and torture program, you know the one--where they kidnap you and fly you to Syria and Egypt and let them torture the hell out of you until you admit you are a terrorist and then they release you in the middle of nowhere or else you disappear off the map--you know the story. So I was listening to this dude talk about Blackwater (Ken Starr is their head lawyer) and then he mentioned that the day before 9/11 Donald Rumsfeld (Ole Rummy himself) gave an address in which he said he was liberating the Pentagon. Next day the Pentagon got supposedly hit by an airliner though a lot of reasonable folks say it was a missile--whatever--it certainly fit Rummy and the Neo-Cons's plans, didn't it? Also, there's a champion of Pinochet from Chile, Pizzarro's his name and he now works for Blackwater recruiting former Pinochet death squad soldiers down in Chile and then sending them to North Carolina to become a part of the Balckwater army--there are currently 750 former Chilean death squad troops in the Blackwater forces.
One thing the Neo-Cons (remember all they stand for is cheap or slave labor--that's their solution to everything--cheap or slave labor is the armpit of Conservatism in this country (it's called Calvinism in fiduciary economics and politics--Libertarianism)--this is all these assholes are after, a cheap-ass workforce to produce luxury goods--like more jet fighters, more jet helicopters, more Bradleys, more Humvies, more tanks, more missiles, more and better nuclear weapons (the USA is the biggest nuclear terrorist in the world, not Iran), and still pumping big bucks into Ronnie Raygun's obsolete, unworkable Star Wars in the new outerspace defense industry--there's the big bucks and the big bucks gets you penthouse apartments on the tops of new 55-story luxury apartment buildings that are suddenly towering up over New York City boasting rents that only sheiks, dukes, earls, Indian gurus, dictators, and CEOs can afford. This is what 9/11 was all about; I see it now. It was the Neo-Con's personal attack on all America and Americans--a coup, that's what 9/11 was--a coup organized by who knows who, planned out militarily using cell phones and directional devices and knowing airline schedules and fueling points and where to take off from (Boston and Newark, New Jersey, and ironically, they renamed Newark International Liberty Airport, I assume because of Jersey claiming they own the Statue of Liberty and not because the planes that downed the WTC towers (5 of them not just 2) took off from Newark International) when these planes would be loaded with fuel--I mean, come on, a bunch of hungover-crazed Saudis with boxcutters were able to pull off the greatest ever attack on an American city--ever--even worse than when the British burned down the White House in 1812.
The Neo-Cons are supported by the Saudi Royal Family, the Dubai Royal Family, and the United Arab Emirates--they are the backers of the 9/11 attacks on the WTC and the Pentagon and that field in Pennsylvania (anybody ever looked in that lake up there for the truth about that hole in the ground that didn't have a wrecked airplane in it when all the smoke settled?--and also, how about the airliner the air force supposedly shot down in the South that day?)--they are the backers of the Neo-Con and a takeover of the world by major corporations, all of which will one day move their headquarters to Dubai--am I off my rocker? I don't think so. You check up on what Rummy said years ago; check up even on the fact that this Pizzarro character was also a good friend and running buddy of old suddenly antiwar general nutjob, Wesley Clark, who the dumber-than-dumb Dumbocrats are touting as a possible presidential candidate or perhaps vice presidential candidate. Fools! Ralph Nader's right, folks, I'm sorry, but there is no difference in the Repugnicans and the Dumbocrats, which we all see clearly now with the stumble-bumbling idiot Dumbocrats still acting like whining wimpy puppets of this extreme rightwing goon squad that has taken us over lock, stock, and barrels (of oil, blood, transfats, monkeys, rotten apples).
The old be-bop vehicle comes to mind, "Red Top," like the world has me right now, "you got me spinning...." ("My little red top, you've got me spinning, spinning a--round...." Annie Ross recorded it with words, I think; I getting rusty with my jazz history). There was also another bop tune called "Red Light," "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.....RED LIGHT!...." Fats Navarro did a tune of his called "Red Ice."
Hillary sees herself now as Joan of Arc--she'll lead us to a mission accomplished in Iraq--she says she'd keep troops there if she were president--Pastor Melissa Scott help us! [Remember, Pastor Melissa Scott is the unofficial The Daily Growler spiritual advisor and sexual avatar.]
Obama? I still haven't figured him out yet. He ain't sayin' nuthin' with any substance, just double-talk palaver--who the hell knows where he stands?
So even if the Dumbocrats win in 2008, we'll still be at war and our economy will still tank and Hillary will get her revenge on Slick Willie--and by the way the Slick One had a lot to do with this Iraq mess, too--the Slick One--the Dumbos fawn over him as though he was gold instead of slick shit. Remember Howard Stern's "Big Willie Pops"?
Here's an image for you to contemplate: the president of the United States in his Oval Office, in his big special-order fancy 10 thousand-dollar (I'm sure) desk chair, his custommade pants down around his ankles while a young privileged babe government worker has her big naked fat ass bent over givin' our President head--he is the "Head" of state, isn't he? And listen to this, all while he diddles her with an illegal Cuban cigar. Hail to the Chief.
Georgie Porgie, our unelected, appointed phony president, looks like a mastubater to me. I think I've seen him commenting on JackinWorld...well, hell, take a look yourself at the "president's" favorite site--it's the favorite site of all honest males--dishonest ones, too:
[This has been a Daily Growler public service message. Where are our government funds?]
I just talked to a woman I have been madly in love with for 20 years. My head is still spinning like a little red top now that the call is over. Her voice is still echoing in my head, except now it's saying "I want you, wolfie" and not "Oh, I'm doing so well right now, and he has a new position..." Shit, she's married--and to a good friend of mine, too. Other men's wives--almost my downfall in life. Self-control; it works; ja vol, Herr Doktor Freud.
for The Daily Growler
How about another shot of Lulu Glaser--from February, 1899--she was 24 years old and rich.