First of all, doff your hats, put your hands over your hearts and let's say goodbye to:
- Jake Hanna, 78, American jazz drummer, blood disease. 
- Dale Hawkins, 73, American rockabilly musician, colorectal cancer.
Dick Francis, 89, British novelist and jockey.
And yet another jazz cat died: Art Van Damme, 89, American jazz musician and accordionist
And we baseball fans lost one, too--I remember this guy: Jim Bibby, 65, American baseball player.
And Now About LIFE
President Obama is asking for more money for WAR (KILL POWER)--his military budget if this increase is given (and it will be; Congress makes a lot of its "dirty" bucks from the Military Industrial Complex) will be upwards of 800 billion dollars (that's for 1 year, folks). Think about that. How long would you have to work and pay taxes on your earnings to afford 800 billion bucks? It's unfathomable to the average yokel in this ignorant nation. How long collectively will We the People all have to work and pay taxes on our earnings to cover this debt? That is another unfathomable number to crunch. Remember, this military hooey budget is even at 800 billion a drop in the bucket compared with the overall debt we've now backed ourselves into one of those really scary dark corners of Chaos over.
Want a bigger scare? Our overall debt is, listen to this, you talk about the unfathomable, 3 trillion bucks and rising--probably more like 4 trillion and rising when you compute it right. Think of how long collectively We the People of the USA will have to work and pay (higher and higher) taxes on our earnings to pay off this debt. In the meantime our clown representatives are living wonderful high-style District of Corruption lives--in their We-the-People-provided mansions in Georgetown or their sprawling horse farms across the Potomac in Virginia--with their getaway places over in the Shenandoah maybe--you know--as luxurious a comforting lifestyle as We the People can provide them while they're in the District of Corruption (where they then rob us blind)--and then, of course, the big new homes back in their home territories--plus the old family homestead and the little acreage back just outside their old hometowns...and, oh, I forgot the lake cabin. I noticed Bill Clinton visited his and Hill's mansion We the People bought for them up in Westchester County, New York, while he was in town getting the best of care with his heart problem. I didn't see a for sale sign on the estate's front lawn so I assume Bill and Hill's mansion isn't being foreclosed upon (the bills for upkeeping their mansion must be out of our sight--Westchester County has the highest property taxes and utilities in the USA). I'll betcha Bill and Hill's investment fund has made money off its stocks in this up-and-down market. Don't you think the Power Elite tip each other off to how the stock market is going to perform? Don't you think these little jerky criminals, these little Ivy League business majors, spoiled brat sons (and daughters) of rich fathers, don't tell each other when and how they're are fixing to manipulate the price of a certain "issue," as they call them, so that the market suddenly jerks up 200 points in one fell swoop--you got the right stocks in your portfolio that day at a certain time and you're gonna clean up, partner. Bill doesn't have to worry about losing his guaranteed-for-life presidential salary, plus office expenses, plus rent on his Harlem office, and salaries for his staff--free postage--free security--and then when Obama chooses him to represent We the People, that must cost us a pretty penny. Like Obama's chosen Slick Willie and Georgie Porgie Bush Baby to represent us in the Haiti Earthquake reconstruction bonanza and takeover of Haiti we are now pulling off in that country--"Fuck the homeless and hungry Haitians--let 'em eat cake--they're worthless to us--we need to get some big developers like Halliburton in here fast so we can gradually take this place over. Jes' look at the reconstruction bucks looming over the Haitian horizon!" So don't you think while the Slick One (with his ever-faithful defenders in BartCop and the Daily Howler) and Baby Bush are acting on behalf of We the People they are on an expense account? Plus these birds are hustling us for money with something called the Bush-Clinton Haitian Relief Fund. What the hell is that all about? Why can't we send our money to the Haitian Red Cross?--or is there one? Why can't we send our money directly the to Haitian people?--why's it gotta go through Slick Willie and Georgie Porgie Bush's hands first? Those guys are terrible with money! Yeah, Bill had better and slicker creative accountants than G.W.--by using a certain creative accounting principle (it projects moneys into futures based on current continuously selling things like stamps, bonds, the Treasury, Treasury bills, duck stamps, National Park grazing-right permits--you see where I'm going?) Slick Willie left office, his bunch said, with a surplus budget of billions, whether it was voodoo economics or not. G.W.'s first year in office, he managed to blow that budget surplus down the toilets of his rich pals--really the rich pals of his father--G.W. Bush had no idea what he was doing while he was Governor of Texas or faux president of the USA--he's too damn dumb to have not had his old Pappy's and his old Pappy's friends hands up his ass running his brain while he was president (and some of these hands also include Unka Dick's, Prince Bandar Bush's, the family friend's hand who started the Carlyle Group with Pappy on the board, the board members's hands from Halliburton, KRB, the Bradley Co., etc., etc., blah-blah-blah--on and on for hours! so many hands up that poor boy's ass) in order for him to take us into the worst debt ever--double worse than the budget mess his old Pappy left us with. Plus Baby Bush, under instructions from those hands up his ass, managed to just up and lose 40 billion or trillion dollars after that--then he managed to bullshit us by starting two wars that immediately started costing us millions of dollars a day.
[Isn't it amazing how these army bastards can move 30,000 soldiers and all the equipment that goes along with them into Afghanistan in a matter of days and yet they still can't get the food distributed fairly in Haiti because of the US Army and the US Navy interfering in how it would be naturally done claiming We the People are there to secure the place first--fuck the buried alive, fuck the starving wretches left in the street to survive as best they can, some with missing legs and arms or some are left to die because they can't be moved to triage areas, or because in the case of some old ladies, they were left to die because they were just too old to waste precious time and care on.
[Wherever We the People go now, we go wearing military uniforms--think of that. President Obama has made an executive order recently that says all future disasters in this country will be under the immediate control of the US Military (it is on this order that our troops are in Haiti). The US Army is now by executive order going to be the first ones into a disaster area to go in and secure it--and from there, they will be in charge of all matters until stability and normalcy is restored. And then Blackwater and Dimecorp move in and take our military troops's place so they can move on to our next invasion and occupation. The executive order means disasters that happen on American soil--so one would think then that since our troops are in Haiti under this executive order, We the People's leaders must consider Haiti American soil. We've occupied Haiti before, folks, so don't start calling me a conspiracy nut. It's all a conspiracy if you want to know the truth about everything. We are a people of multiconspiracies all going on at once.]
Did you hear like I did that Slick Willie was seen running around hobnobbing over in Davos, Switzerland, seems like right after his big emergency heart surgery?--that almost instant healthcare coverage that We the People paid for to keep old Bill hustling yet another day--nothing but the best for our ex-Presidents--with the exception of Jimmy Cahter who is chopped liver these days among the Dumbocrats. [You have to remember why everybody hates Jimmy Carter--not because he called the way the Sweet Jews treat the Arab-dog Palestinians (they aren't humans according to Judaic history) Apartheid--no, not for that, but because of his involvement with Iran and the American embassy hostages who came on line during his time in office and who were held for a damn long time by the Ayatollah Khomeini's forces who overthrew the Pahlavi Shah--ran him and his wife out of Iraq. The Shah, by the way, died of cancer in the USA but not after We the People had tried to save his ass by giving him the best of healthcare in a Boston hospital (maybe the same one that tried to save old Unka Teddy Kennedy from brain cancer). It was Jimmy Carter who like a dumbass ex-Naval Academy graduate tried the military rescue of these hostages, an effort that ended in a big pile of rubble outside Tehran--a total-failure military mission--a joke failure--and this mismangagement ended with Jimmy Carter being laughed off the political stage--a stage taken over from Jimm-ee by Ronnie Raygun Reagan. Remember, it was said Reagan made a deal with the Iranians that if they held the hostages until after he used this mess to get elected, the hostages would be released and Raygun would get credit for getting the hostages released--which is exactly what happened. Remember, too, that the Shah was a hated man in Iran who back in 1953 under a Republican administration (Ike Eisenhower, the golfing president) our CIA with the help of Israel's Mossad put the Shah into power by leading a coup against the duly elected premier of Iran, Mohamed Mossadeq, who had come to power via a democratic election that We the People's representatives claimed was rigged in Mossadeq's favor, same as President Obama and Hillbilly Hillary were harping on back during the latest Iranian elections that reelected Ahmadinejad. It's all the same-old-same-old story with We the People's elected representatives--their mission seems to be the invasion and occupation of Iran--making it and its oil ours at last!]
You know about this big yearly meeting in Davos, Switzerland, don't you? Its where all the global robber barons get together to decide the fates of the rest of us--you know, how to get more production out of us for a lower and lower pay out by making us work interminable hours for our yearly salaries--no overtime payment--no common laborer bonuses. Yes, that's all decided over in Davos once a year. I once worked at Pfizer Pharmaceuticals for their person who decided what to charge both retail and wholesale for the drugs their field reps peddled around the world--I helped her put together a presentation piece for her coming trip to that year's Davos Conference. She was an Economist. I being a Sociologist revealed myself to her as such and we immediately hit it off. Oh the deviltry that goes on at Davos once a year. And fucking Bill Clinton was over there prancing around among those ultrarich bastards, like Little Billy Boy Gates and the lovely Melinda Gates and their old buddy-buddy Warren "No Bluffin'" Buffett to name drop just a few of these birds who go to Davos once a year. But what was Bill Clinton doing there?
I find it appalling that We the People just sit on our hands and allow these creepy motherf-ers to continue to trickbag us out of our ways of making a living; stealing our homes and land from us through foreclosures--foreclosures due to our financial people--the same gang that's--I MEAN YOU KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA SAY, DON'T YOU? Foreclosures due to the trickbagging ploys of our crooked criminal Wall Street jerk-offs--like Goldman-Sachs--those bastards! How dare Obama and Congress bail those sons a'bitches out and hire their god-damn CEOs and junior jerk offs as advisers. Look what those Goldman-Sachs criminals pulled on the nation of Greece. They hoodwinked the whole god-damn Greek government. Bled the whole nation of Greece dry. (Remember, Greece is a Kingdom thanks to We the People back when Harry Ass Truman was our president--Greece wanted to be a democracy, except the Marxists (read in US English "Commies") were gaining daily ground as the favorites to win a majority in the approaching national election--so Good Old Freedom-Loving Divine Nuking Harry Truman sent the US Marines over there and forced some pompous asshole king on the Greeks's commie-leaning asses.)
What got us this far in debt? How about the Military Industrial Complex? How about these series of invasive and occupational tactics we are forcing the World to face from us? Check out what these 3 trillion wasted bucks have gotten us so far: In Iraq: we have brought modern Chaos to them; not freedom and democracy. We think we have at least secured those Iraq oilfields and we've got our Oil Barons over there already stealing as much of that oil as they can get away with--and trust me, folks, we're going to keep US troops in Iraq as long as that oil isn't flowing out of there and into our Oil Barons's already overflowing wallets and offshore bank accounts without many hitches. Remember, truth be known, and it will be one day, we are in Iraq because they have a huge oil reserve. (Guess what Iran has, too.)
And, let's see, yep, for 3 trillion, we brought our brand of Chaos to Afghanistan in 2001 on the grounds that Afghanistan was giving protection to the instigators of the great military tactical move of 9-11 pulled off by those wild men who were halfass trained in whatever they did, 21 transfixed assholes (high on hash maybe) drunk-from-the-night-before armed only with boxcutters al-Queda Army veterans (most of whom were from Saudi Arabia and not Afghanistan) that brought down not only the twin towers of the World Trade Center but also several other buildings that weren't really connected to the twin towers and should not have fallen due to the twin towers falling (remember, those two buildings fell straight down into the ground as if directed to do that. Not even much debris from the planes hitting into those buildings spewed out into the far reaches--not like a building explosion would do--I mean think about this attack in military terms! I mean it not only caught our pompous ethnocentric asses off guard, but it showed our faux president to be a total fop, a momma's boy, a shittin'-in-his-pants fool, a spoiled little crybaby rich boy, a tool of his old New World Order Pappy and Pappy's Neo-Con rascal buddies from the Oil Industry and the Reagan Administration. The military in cahoots with the CIA suddenly served us up on a silver platter the LATEST eviliest man on earth (not really as evil however as Saddam Hussein, it turned out), a character they invented along with his band of renegade RIGHTWING Muslim sect fanatics who our usually very unreliable CIA said were highly organized and called themselves "al-Queda," though there's really no such organization--the name being an ordinary Arabic word with a very general meaning. For these reasons, G.W. Bush half-ass went into Afghanistan and he half-ass went after Osama bin Laden (remember, this guy's a friend of the Bush Family)--and now here's a dude we were told who was on a dialysis machine, living in mountain caves, and yet he miraculously managed to escape the US Army and make it safely over into Pakistan--where I read later he had a posh mansion rented in Peshawar--and he even had his own private tiger hunting camp somewhere in that wild area of Pakistan--a tiger hunting camp the Kingdom of Dubai knew all about--why, hell. some of them had been over to Osama's camp for a hunt and a little barbecued tiger cub.
Let me cut short this diatribe and say that We the People of the USA have become wracked with fear of attacks from forces of EVIL. Human animals naturally fear what they don't understand--and we damn sure don't understand anything at all about these peoples and cultures (we don't even understand their languages) we are currently demonizing using White European principles of purification as our excuse for bringing chaos on these hapless people. Again today as I was working on this the US Army announced they had accidentally killed another 9 Afghan civilians in a rocket attack--it hit a house full of children by mistake--and oh, we were so apologetic! [Early this morning it was announced we'd had wiped out another Afghan family--we killed like 12, all in one family. However, this time we said it wasn't a mistake--this family was hiding some Taliban terrorists--so, they had to be blown to bits, assuming We the People's armed forces got their Taliban terrorists as well. So a family has to die in order for America to bring them freedom and democracy--and another religion, too, We the People being a Christian nation under the bootheel master we call Jehovah, a mean mother fucker when he's crossed--especially by Arabs, who Jehovah considers less than human dogs. Freedom is on the march. Bring 'em on, Obama says in his crisp Ivy League-lawyer-trained speaking voice.
Through the government propaganda fed us daily by our national commercial teevee networks and what's left of our newspapers we are told we must remain AFRAID--we mustn't trust anybody who isn't WHITE!--STOP HERE and think about this: the largest advertiser on television is the US government! Add 1+1 and what do you get? Is television going to trash its number one advertiser? That's a rhetorical question surely. Think further: General Electric, for instance, owns NBC. What would you imagine was the area of production in which General Electric made its most money? Electric fans? Vacuum cleaners? Try GOVERNMENT CONTRACTS! GE is a big nuclear energy producer; they also build missiles and rockets; they are a part of the Military Industrial Complex, THINK: MILITARY CONTRACTS.
Next, our 3 trillion dollar debt is gradually taking our sacred Afghanistan chaos into Pakistan. Let's do some more thinking--think along these lines: Why are we so messing around in Pakistan's business? Think this way: who is our greatest ally in this area? Think this: INDIA! General Electric, remember them?: they own NBC. But they don't make money off NBC so they're selling it to Comcast; no, General Electric makes big bucks currently in India fulfilling a government contract G.W. Bush made with India: Remember "We are trading India our nuclear secrets for their mangoes!"--that unfathomable statement made by our faux president when he and Pickles were flying constantly around the world popping in on countries and making stupid deals like trading nuclear secrets for mangoes! Yep, General Electric got the contract to supply India with some nuclear advancements they need to stay ahead of PAKISTAN in the nuclear arms race, which is still hot and profitable within the Military Industrial Complex.
WE ARE DESPERATE FOR FUEL! Don't you get it? WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF ENERGY! Why do you think our corporations are turning GLOBAL? Why did Halliburton move its headquarters from Ardmore, Oklahoma, to Dubai? Why does Exxon-Mobil not have to declare profits they've banked in offshore and USB bank accounts? Why was USB being used to hide US accounts so they wouldn't have to pay taxes on billions of dollars worth of US assets? WE ARE DESPERATE FOR ENERGY.
Do you recall that Pakistan used to be a part of India?--and it would still be a part of India today if Gandhi and Nehru hadn't have been so anti-Muslim and righteously Hindu. You see the split up of Pakistan and India was religious! These are religiously opiated nutjobs! India, don't you see, is becoming more and more secular every day--India is becoming our shield against China! India has nuclear weapons. If we could get Pakistan and India back together, shit, we'd rule Southeast Asia--why we originally were in Vietnam. Check out the true reason we were in Vietnam. Check out the geological reports from off the Indo-China reef that runs around what was then known as Indo-China and is now Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia. Michael Rockefeller, a geologist (the one eventually eaten by cannibals in Papua New Guinea, where he was looking for oil--come on, folks, this guy was a Rockefeller--HOW DID THE ROCKEFELLERS MAKE THEIR FORTUNE? Come on, folks, THINK!), wrote his old pappy, Nelson Rockefeller (the art collector who for lack of anything to do got into politics--THINK ATTICA PRISON when you think of Nelson Rockefeller), that there was OIL in them thar reefs. Big oil. Thus really why we managed to stick our dumbass noses in the Vietnamese rebellion against the colonizing French (Napoleon's France) who Uncle Ho Chi Min put to shame at Dien Bin Phu. It's all so connected, folks. It's a stream running through our collective instincts--our legends. We are faithful to our legends.
Our 3 trillion bucks is now getting us a building up of defense forces--including two naval vessels--around Iran, another country which really hasn't threatened the US, though we are so desperate for oil (the main source of all our power--think about it--when you're drinking your morning coffee out of that Styrofoam cup--it's made out of oil; or that plastic bag the deli guy put your bagel in--yep, it's made out of oil; how do you think our power plants keep their dynamos churning--you bet: Oil) we must keep generating mock threats against Iran in hopes that Iran's paranoid-schizophrenic leaders are running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to rebuff our attempts at branding them possessors of Weapons of Mass Destruction--REMEMBER, that was the LIE that got us involved in Iraq. LIEs, are you reading me?--LIES are what has gotten us involved in most wars we've been involved in since the White Men who colonized this country formed a MILITIA meant supposedly to defend our sacred shores. Always keep in mind, that besides Pancho Villa's Army of the North attacking Columbus, New Mexico, and whoever those 21 Saudi-Arabians and that one Jordanian were working for who attacked NYC on 9-11, the only other country to invade us and try to occupy us was Great Britain.
I refer you to my Sociology guru C Wright Mills, from his book The Power Elite (written in 1956):
In the twentieth century, among the industrialized nations of the world, the great, brief, precarious fact of civilian dominance [of the military] began to falter and now - after the long peace from the Napoleonic era to World War I - the old march of world history once more asserts itself. All over the world, the warlord is returning. All over the world, reality is defined in his terms. And in America, too, into the political vacuum the warlords have marched. Alongside the corporate executives and the politicians, the generals and admirals-those uneasy cousins within the American elite- have gained and have been given increased power to make and to influence decisions of the gravest consequence.Check out how many military dudes are on Obama's advisory staff. Check out how many military dudes are on the boards of our corporations. Check out how many military dudes are in our think tanks. Military cats dig WAR. That's how they prove their worth. Recall from your elementary school days through high school what happened to incorrigible and sociopath boys who civilian teachers were unable to discipline--a lot of them were sent to military academies that were all over the USA--they used to advertise in the back sections of the NYTimes Educational section or the NYTimes Review of Books or the New Yorker. The public school I attended in Dallas, Texas, had formerly been the Peacock Military Academy (Texas military schools run by a military man named Peacock out of San Antonio). One of my best friends in grade school couldn't pass a course even if you gave him all the answers he needed to pass it. It wasn't that Lancelot was dumb, he wasn't, he was smart as a whip, but he was antiauthoritarian. His parents were wealthy and had no control over him--so what did they do, they sent Lancelot to a military school in Tennessee.
A The Daily Growler Advertisement: Over in our blog links we've added a book--Laughing Billy Hyde and Other Stories, by the now-mostly-forgotten writer Rex Beach. I knew about Rex Beach as a writer of good fiction before I'd ever read one of his popular detective novels. I discovered Rex through my grandmother who was my hometown's head librarian. My grandmother's library was a major one between Dallas and El Paso and it was within walking distance of the train station, the bus stations, and the biggest hotels in town, and it sat just 4 blocks off the Bankhead Highway, US Highway 80, which ran from New York City across country down through the South and then on out West through Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, then right on into L.A.--following the Texas & Pacific Railroad from Dallas into my hometown and then on out to El Paso, where the highway picked up the Southern Pacific Railroad and followed it on out to Los Angeles. As a result of its locations, my grandmother was constantly spotting famous writers or celebrities she thought she recognized from photographs of them she'd seen in their books: Thornton Wilder once; Ernie Pyle the WWII journalist--killed in action while covering troops in their foxholes--whom she met when he was with the press corps out at the US Army Air Force base just west of my hometown; William Randolph Hearst once came in the library demanding to see her latest Wall Street Journal, which she had a copy of in her reading room; and it was in that reading room that one day my grandmother said she met Rex Beach. He gave her his address on the West Coast and she swore she'd correspond with him, but whether she ever did I don't know. She did however champion a little book of short stories of his after that, Laughing Billy Hyde and Other Stories. I just read the "Laughing Billy Hyde" story again for the first time in maybe 40 years and I was charmed by Beach's writing skills--it's a damn good story. In it he mentions Reindeer Mary, who was a real person who at one time in Alaska herded reindeer--the larger her reindeer herd became the richer and more powerful Mary got--yet she lived a very humble raw life.
I can close my eyes and easily remember that reading room in my grandmother's library. I remember especially it had a huge wooden rack at one end that was full of these wooden rods that were slitted--or slotted--so that you could put a whole newspaper into them and then hang them back on the rack. That old rack held at least 20 newspapers--from the locals to the major Texas cities papers, the NY Times, the LA Times, and the Chicago Sun Times. There was a companion wooden rack next to the newspaper rack that housed a host of magazines--like Time, Newsweek, US News & World Report, Fortune, PM, Colliers, Look, Life, Holiday, Arizona Highways, et al. I remember as a little kid being jealous of the young man my grandmother hired to go to the train station every morning and collect all the out-of-town papers. It was a sad day the day my hometown tore down my grandmother's beautiful old Carnegie Library and replaced it with a tacky stucco and plate glass 50s bland architectural style--the same style as 50s post offices, schools, city halls, etc.
That's it: My grandmother's Carnegie Library--an old postcard--I found it in Google images. That's a marble door frame on the main entrance there--with that beautiful red tile roof. The window on the right on the second floor was where the Children's Reading Room was. It was a big round table sitting in the corner--piled high with the latest children's books--and also the cabinet containing the library's stereopticon (first use of "stereo" you think?) and boxes of stereopticon slides showing all the strange places around the world. I've spent many a childhood hours in that old library. My brother wrote a whole book about his relationship to that library. I wouldn't know how to live without books. I grew up being babysat in a public library--my brother then owned a bookstore--and soon in life I managed to accumulate quite a little library of my own--growing it up to 2,500 volumes in its final state of collection here in New York City, finally busted up and relocated after my divorce from that wife. I remember a cold winter's day back the year after I got my divorce and was trying to live on my own down on Spring Street in Downtown Manhattan when I was so broke and hungry and I went over to what books I had left and I pulled out all my first editions--including two Hemingways--Green Hills of Africa and Death in the Afternoon--some very rare private-printed Henry Miller pamphlets and short books--one signed by Henry and Alfred Perles--and one signed by Henry and his first US publisher Bern Porter (a really weird guy from Vermont whose performance art (I heard him one night at the Ear Inn) was he read in a sing-song voice (like Carl Sandburg used to read his poetry) from a Vermont seed company's catalog--I went to admire him and ended up ridiculing him)--anyway, I remember clearly that day I took those books to a little book shop on Hudson Street owned and run by one of those Sylvia Beach-type bookstore women from those old days of American literature. She gave me $100 for all those first editions--today probably, I figure, worth at least 10,000 smackers at least. Hemingway first editions--real ones--"A" ones--sell upwards of a 1000 a piece now. It's a sad day for a book lover when he or she has to sell their books, though there do come times when if they're the only thing you got you can sell to keep on keepin' on you sell 'em. Like many a good writer in the old days always came upon that day when the only thing of worth they had to hock to keep on goin' was their typewriter. I never had a typewriter worth hocking--but I have sold prized books before.
Here's the end of Ike's "Military Industrial Complex" speech, in case you've forgotten it:
Another factor in maintaining balance involves the element of time. As we peer into society's future, we -- you and I, and our government -- must avoid the impulse to live only for today, plundering, for our own ease and convenience, the precious resources of tomorrow. We cannot mortgage the material assets of our grandchildren without risking the loss also of their political and spiritual heritage. We want democracy to survive for all generations to come, not to become the insolvent phantom of tomorrow.
Down the long lane of the history yet to be written America knows that this world of ours, ever growing smaller, must avoid becoming a community of dreadful fear and hate, and be instead, a proud confederation of mutual trust and respect.
Such a confederation must be one of equals. The weakest must come to the conference table with the same confidence as do we, protected as we are by our moral, economic, and military strength. That table, though scarred by many past frustrations, cannot be abandoned for the certain agony of the battlefield.
Disarmament, with mutual honor and confidence, is a continuing imperative. Together we must learn how to compose differences, not with arms, but with intellect and decent purpose. Because this need is so sharp and apparent I confess that I lay down my official responsibilities in this field with a definite sense of disappointment. As one who has witnessed the horror and the lingering sadness of war -- as one who knows that another war could utterly destroy this civilization which has been so slowly and painfully built over thousands of years -- I wish I could say tonight that a lasting peace is in sight.
Happily, I can say that war has been avoided. Steady progress toward our ultimate goal has been made. But, so much remains to be done. As a private citizen, I shall never cease to do what little I can to help the world advance along that road.
So -- in this my last good night to you as your President -- I thank you for the many opportunities you have given me for public service in war and peace. I trust that in that service you find some things worthy; as for the rest of it, I know you will find ways to improve performance in the future.
You and I -- my fellow citizens -- need to be strong in our faith that all nations, under God, will reach the goal of peace with justice. May we be ever unswerving in devotion to principle, confident but humble with power, diligent in pursuit of the Nation's great goals.
To all the peoples of the world, I once more give expression to America's prayerful and continuing aspiration:
We pray that peoples of all faiths, all races, all nations, may have their great human needs satisfied; that those now denied opportunity shall come to enjoy it to the full; that all who yearn for freedom may experience its spiritual blessings; that those who have freedom will understand, also, its heavy responsibilities; that all who are insensitive to the needs of others will learn charity; that the scourges of poverty, disease and ignorance will be made to disappear from the earth, and that, in the goodness of time, all peoples will come to live together in a peace guaranteed by the binding force of mutual respect and love.
And I'm sad to report: President Obama has given 8 billion dollars to an Atlanta firm--yeah Gawjah gets Obama's support--Gawjah--did they vote for him? It's Newtie Gingrich's home state, too--that asshole--that backward-thinking profligate in Christian clothing--We the People are paying 80% of the cost for this Atlanta firm, Southern Nuke You All, or some name like that, to build a nuclear power plant in the Atlanta G.A. area. Now the energy boys are getting their bailout from We the People. We need nuclear power plants like we need a nuclear war--though it looks like whatever we need we're getting those two sources of Mass Destruction whether we want them or not.
The President says this is good for reducing green-house gases! Amazing. This son of a bitch just up and gave the nuclear power industry 8 billion dollars and giving HIS permission to build nuclear power plants at will now in our backyards! This piece of Gawjah shit nuke plant the first new nuclear power plant in this country since they were banned back in the 70s. Doesn't that amaze you like it amazes me? I mean, don't all of us with our heads out of our asses know that nuclear power is the most dangerous power in the world? How dare this president just up and suddenly say we need nuclear power plants to aid in reducing green-house gases, a program we don't even agree to--not signing any worthwhile agreement in Copenhagen for instance. Oh yeah, Obama gave 'em a nice speech but then turned around and said fuck what 3rd World Nations want--fuck those peasant Global marketplace-draggers-downers--The G20 nations rule the world and they want NUCLEAR BOMBS and NUCLEAR POWER--and we're building a nuclear power plant and at the same time we are calling Iran "the world's leading supporter of terrorism"--I quote from Hillbilly Hillary's speech last night she gave to some group--a nice banquet first, some steak and potatoes, and then Hillary got up and tried to coax Iran into starting World War 3. You don't believe there isn't going to be a WW III? Even one of my hero nutjob Christian fundies, Dr. Jack Van Impe, knows that there is going to inevitably be a World War III. According to Dr. Jack, it's mentioned in old Oddball Saint Johnny's book he wrote while exiled on the Isle of Patmos off the Greek territorial coast. World War III is coming. It's called Armageddon in the Holy Books of our three desert religions (those who teach that the salvation of man is coming from the sky and not terra firma.
Happy trails to you--watch out, there's a checkpoint guarded by Blackwater coming up.thegrowlingwolf
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