Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Living in New York City: J. Orlin Grabbe on CHAOS

Foto by tgw, New York City, January 2012
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So long to: Roy Hartsfield. As a kid in Dallas, I remember Roy as the Dallas Rebels's second baseman in the Texas League. Later he went to the Majors after managing in the minors for years...and was the first Toronto manager. Adios, Roy. He had a good long life. Roy Hartsfield, 85, American baseball player, first manager of Toronto Blue Jays, complications of liver cancer.

Gus Zernial, another old-time Major Leaguer just died, at 87 (I remember him as a Detroit Tiger). Gus was a heavy hitting catcher. Gus Zernial, 87, American baseball player (Athletics, Tigers, White Sox), congestive heart failure

Reynolds Price, the man who learned to write by imitating William Faulkner has bought the farm. Came out of the closet with his "very sexually frank" essays. He was the protege of Eudora Welty. Nice Southern boy who really did think he was the regenerated Faulkner. Reynolds Price, 77, American author, professor at Duke University.
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The Charms of Chaos or How to Approach Chaos Intellectually
We definitely are living in Chaotic times. I first came upon Chaos in the writings of Henry Miller and the paintings of his friend Hans Richter.
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Hans Richter: Visionary Portrait--Emmy Hennings, 1917
I have since become a great believer in the inevitability of Chaos (or Entropy: the 3rd Law of Thermodynamics); in fact, I truly believe it is now a living presence in our current-day HUMAN world. The World itself is Chaos splendiferized. The World is the purveyor and controller of Chaos. To the World an exploding volcano, i.e., Krakatoa, is merely a pimple bursting on its face or its ass. To the World having a meteor hit it simply results in a common headache--a few more spiralings around the Sun and soon the headache is forgotten and the damage is incorporated into the workings of the working world.

The following is a lecture given by one of the great minds of our time, the mind of J. Orlin Grabbe, called a genius by all who really knew him, though they also called him a curmudgeon. A man of conspiratorial thinking and disruptive Economics and Sociology, a man who used the sleaziest forms of sexuality as a reminder that we all live sexually chaotic lives, though we seldom openly admit it--and, therefore, since we live sexually chaotic lives, most of our production and thinking and creativity is based on these sexually chaotic lives and our feeling deeply guilty about them. Grabbe in this lecture details the 3 Schools of Theoretical Chaos. It's brilliant stuff. Like this excerpt:
Change, the fundamental motion of
the universe, is bad. If a business goes broke, it's never viewed as
a source of creativity, freeing up resources and bringing about
necessary changes. It's just more unemployment. The
unemployment-inflation tradeoff as seen by Sixties Keynesian
macroeconomics is in the Second School spirit. These endemic
evils must be propitiated by the watchful Priests of Fiscal Policy
and the Federal Reserve, and you can only reduce one by
increasing the other. This view refuses to acknowledge that one
of the positive roles of the Market is as a job destroyer as well as a
job creator.
Like I said, this is brilliant thinking. It's a thinking I prefer. And, yes, Grabbe is a curmudgeon; his points are like barbs--enough barbs break the neck of the opposition, which is a good thing in the Grabbean way of deduction. Read ahead with pleasure:

From the The Daily Growler Hall of Famer, J. ORLIN GRABBE, a Lecture on CHAOS. [J. Orlin Grabbe died of a heart attack in San Jose, Costa Rica, in 2008.]
In Praise of Chaos

by J. Orlin Grabbe
Speech Presented at Eris Society, August 12, 1993.
Version reprinted Liberty, April 1994.
@1994 J. Orlin Grabbe, 1280 Terminal Way #3, Reno, NV 89502
Internet: kalliste@delphi.com

Introduction: The Intrusion of Eris

Chaos has a bad name in some parts. It was chaos that
brought us the Trojan War (Robert Graves, The Greek Myths,
chapter 159). Eris, goddess of chaos, upset at not being invited to
the wedding of Peleus and Thetis, showed up anyway and rolled a
golden apple marked "kalliste" ("for the prettiest one") among the
guests. Each of the goddesses Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite
claimed the golden apple as her own. Zeus, no fool, appointed
Paris, son of Priam, king of Troy, judge of the beauty contest.
Hermes brought the goddesses to the mountain Ida, where Paris
first tried to divide the apple among the goddesses, then made them
swear they wouldn't hold the decision against them. Hermes asked
Paris if he needed the goddesses to undress to make his judgment,
and he replied, Of course. Athena insisted Aphrodite remove her
magic girdle, the sexy underwear that made everyone fall in love
with her, and Aphrodite retorted Athena would have to remove her
battle helmet, since she would look hideous without it.

As Paris examined the goddesses individually, Hera
promised to make Paris the lord of Asia and the richest man alive,
if she got the apple. Paris said he couldn't be bribed. Athena
promised to make Paris victorious in all his battles, and the wisest
man alive. Paris said there was peace in these parts. Aphrodite
stood so close to Paris he blushed, and not only urged him not to
miss a detail of her lovely body, but said also that he was the
handsomest man she had seen lately, and he deserved a woman as
beautiful as she was. Had he heard about Helen, the wife of the
king of Sparta? The goddess promised Paris she would make
Helen fall in love with him. Naturally Paris gave the apple to
Aphrodite, and Hera and Athena went off fuming to plot the
destruction of Troy. That is, Aphrodite got the apple, and Paris got
screwed.

While the Greeks had a specific goddess dedicated to
Chaos, early religions gave chaos an even more fundamental role.
In the Babylonian New Year festival, Marduk separated Tiamat,
the dragon of chaos, from the forces of law and order. This primal
division is seen in all early religions. Yearly homage was paid to
the threat of chaos's return. Traditional New Year festivals
returned symbolically to primordial chaos through a deliberate
disruption of civilized life. One shut down the temples,
extinguished fires, had orgies and otherwise broke social norms.
The dead mingled with the living; Afterward you purified yourself,
reenacted the creation myth whereby the dragon of chaos was
overthrown, and went back to normal. Everyone had fun, but
afterward order was restored, and the implication was it was a good
thing we had civilization, because otherwise people would always
be putting out the fires and having orgies.

Around us in the world today we see the age-old battle
between order and chaos. In the international sphere, the old
order of communism has collapsed. In its place is a chaotic matrix
of competing, breakaway states, wanting not only political freedom
and at least a semi-market economy, but also their own money
supplies and nuclear weapons, and in some cases a society with a
single race, religion, or culture. Is this alarming or reassuring? We
also have proclamations of a New World Order, on one hand,
accompanied by the outbreak of sporadic wars and US bombing
raids in Africa, Europe, and Asia, on the other.

In the domestic sphere we have grass roots political
movements, such as the populist followers of H. Ross Perot
challenging the old order imposed by the single-party Democratic-
Republican monolith. We have a President who is making a
mockery out of the office, and a Vice President who tells us we
should not listen to any dissenting opinions with respect to global
warming. Is this reassuring or alarming?

In the corporate-stateist world of Japan we see the current
demolition of the mythic pillars of Japanese society: the myth of
high-growth, the myth of endless trust between the US and Japan,
the myth of full employment, the myth that land and stock prices
will always rise, and the myth that the Liberal Democratic Party
will always remain in power. Is the shattering of these myths
reassuring or alarming?

In fact, wherever we look, central command is losing
control. Even in the sphere of the human mind we have increasing
attention paid to cases of multiple personality. The most recent
theories see human identity and the human ego as a network of
cooperative subsystems, rather than a single entity. (Examples of
viewpoint are found in Robert Ornstein, Multimind, and Michael
Gazzanaga, The Social Brain.) If, as Carl Jung claimed, "our true
religion is a monotheism of consciousness, a possession by it,
coupled with a fanatical denial of the existence of fragmentary
autonomous systems," then it can be said that psychological
polytheism is on the rise. Or, as some would say, mental chaos. Is
this reassuring or alarming?

Myth of Causality Denies Role of Eris

The average person, educated or not, is not comfortable
with chaos. Faced with chaos, people begin talking about the fall
of Rome, the end of time. Faced with chaos people begin to deny
its existence, and present the alternative explanation that what
appears as chaos is a hidden agenda of historical or prophetic
forces that lie behind the apparent disorder. They begin talking
about the "laws of history" or proclaiming that "God has a hidden
plan". The creation, Genesis, was preceded by chaos (tohu-va-
bohu), and the New World Order (the millennium), it is claimed,
will be preceded by pre-ordained apocalyptic chaos. In this view of
things, chaos is just part of a master agenda. Well, is it really the
case there is a hidden plan, or does the goddess Eris have a non-
hidden non-plan? Will there be a Thousand Year Reign of the
Messiah, or the Thousand Year Reich of Adolph Hitler, or are
these one and the same?

People are so uncomfortable with chaos, in fact, that
Newtonian science as interpreted by Laplace and others saw the
underlying reality of the world as deterministic. If you knew the
initial conditions you could predict the future far in advance. With
a steady hand and the right cue tip, you could run the table in pool.
Then came quantum mechanics, with uncertainty and
indeterminism, which even Einstein refused to accept, saying "God
doesn't play dice." Philosophically, Einstein couldn't believe in a
universe with a sense of whimsy. He was afraid of the threatened
return of chaos, preferring to believe for every effect there was a
cause. A consequence of this was the notion that if you could
control the cause, you could control the effect.

The modern proponents of law and order don't stop with the
assertion that for every effect, there is a cause. And they also
assert they "know" the cause. We see this attitude reflected by
social problem solvers, who proclaimed: "The cause of famine in
Ethiopia is lack of food in Ethiopia." So we had rock crusades to
feed the starving Ethiopians and ignored the role of the Ethiopian
government. Other asserted: "The case of drug abuse is the
presence of drugs," so they enacted a war on certain drugs which
drove up their price, drove up the profit margins available to those
who dealt in prohibited drugs, and created a criminal subclass who
benefited from the prohibition. Psychologists assert: "The reason
this person is this way is because such-and-such happened in
childhood, with parents, or siblings, or whatever." So any
evidence of abuse, trauma, or childhood molestation--which over
time should assume a trivial role in one's life--are given infinite
power by the financial needs of the psychotherapy business.

You may respond: "Well, but these were just misidentified
causes; there really is a cause." Maybe so, and maybe not.
Whatever story you tell yourself, you can't escape the fact that to
you personally "the future is a blinding mirage" (Stephen
Vizinczey, The Rules of Chaos). You can't see the future precisely
because you don't really know what's causing it. The myth of
causality denies the role of Eris. Science eventually had to
acknowledge the demon of serendipity, but not everyone is happy
with that fact. The political world, in the cause-and-effect
marketing and sales profession, has a vested interest in denying its
existence.

Approaches to Chaos

In philosophy or religion there are three principal schools
of thought (in a classification I'll use here). Each school is
distinguished by its basic philosophical outlook on life. The First
School sees the universe as indifferent to humanity's joys or
sufferings, and accepts chaos as a principle of restoring balance.
The Second School sees humanity as burdened down with
suffering, guilt, desire, and sin, and equates chaos with punishment
or broken law. The Third School considers chaos an integral part
of creativity, freedom, and growth.


I. First School Approach: Attempts to Impose Order Lead to
Greater Disorder

Too much law and order brings its opposite. Attempts to
create World Government will lead to total anarchy. What are
some possible examples?

* The Branch Davidians at Waco. David Koresh's principal
problem was, according to one FBI spokesman, that he was
"thumbing his nose at the law". So, to preserve order, the forces of
law and order brought chaos and destruction, and destroyed
everything and everyone. To prevent the misuse of firearms by
cult members, firearms were marshaled to randomly kill them. To
prevent alleged child abuse, the forces of law and order burned the
children to death.

* Handing out free food in "refugee" camps in Somalia
leads to greater number of starving refugees, because the existence
of free food attracts a greater number of nomads to the camps, who
then become dependent on free food, and starve when they are not
fed.

* States in the US. are concerned about wealth distribution.
But, to finance themselves, more and more states have turned to
the lottery. These states thereby create inequality of wealth
distribution by giving away to a few, vast sums of cash extracted
>from the many.

The precepts of the first school find expression in a number
of Oriental philosophies. In the view of this school, what happens
in the universe is a fact, and does not merit the labels of "good" or
"bad", or human reactions of sympathy or hatred. Effort to control
or alter the course of macro events (as opposed to events in ones
personal life) is wasted. One should cultivate detachment and
contemplation, and learn elasticity, learn to go with the universal
flow of events. This flow tends toward a balance. This view finds
expression in the Tao Teh King:

The more prohibitions you have,
the less virtuous people will be
The more weapons you have,
the less secure people will be.
The more subsidies you have,
the less self-reliant people will be.

Therefore the Master says:
I let go of the law,
and people become honest.
I let go of economics,
and people become prosperous.
I let go of religion,
and people become serene.
I let go of all desire for the common good,
and the good becomes common as grass.
(Chapter 57, Stephen Mitchell translation.)

You don't fight chaos any more than you fight evil. "Give
evil nothing to oppose, and it will disappear by itself" (Tao Teh
King, Chapter 60). Or as Jack Kerouac said in Dr. Sax: "The
universe disposes of its own evil." Again the reason is a principal
of balance: You are controlled by what you love and what you
hate. But hate is the stronger emotion. Those who fight evil
necessarily take on the characteristics of the enemy and become
evil themselves. Organized sin and organized sin-fighting are two
sides of the same corporate coin.

II. Second School Approach: Chaos is a Result of Breaking
Laws

In the broadest sense, this approach a) asserts society is
defective, and then b) tells us the reason it's bad is because we've
done wrong by our lawless actions. This is the view often
presented by the front page of any major newspaper. It's a
fundamental belief in Western civilization.

In early Judaism and fundamentalist Christianity, evil is
everywhere and it must be resisted. There is no joy or pleasure
without its hidden bad side. God is usually angry and has to be
propitiated by sacrifice and blood. The days of Noah ended in a
flood. Sodom and Gomorra got atomized. Now, today, it's the
End Time and the wickedness of the earth will be smitten with the
sword of Jesus or some other Messiah whose return is imminent.

In this context, chaos is punishment from heaven. Or chaos
is a natural degenerate tendency which must be alertly resisted. In
the Old Testament Book of Judges, a work of propaganda for the
monarchy, it is stated more than once: "In those days there was no
king in Israel: every man did that which was right in his own eyes"
(Judg. 17:6; 21:25). Doing what appeals to you was not considered
a good idea, because, as Jeremiah reminds us "The heart [of man]
is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked" (Jer. 17:9).

And in the New Testament, the rabbinical lawyer Paul says
"by the law is the knowledge of sin" (Rom. 3:20), and elsewhere is
written, "Whososever committeth sin transgresseth also the law:
for sin is the transgression of the law." (1 John 3:4). And,
naturally, "the wages of sin is death" (Rom. 6:23).

New age views of karma are similar. If you are bad, as
somehow defined, you built up bad karma (New Age view), or else
God later burns you with fire (fundamentalist Christian view). For
good deeds, you get good karma or treasures in heaven. It's
basically an accountant's view of the world. Someone's keeping a
balance sheet of all your actions, and toting up debits or credits.
Of course, some religions allow you to wipe the slate clean in one
fell swoop, say by baptism, or an act of contrition, which is sort of
like declaring bankruptcy and getting relief from all your creditors.
But that's only allowed because there has already been a blood
sacrifice in your place. Jesus or Mithra or one of the other Saviors
has already paid the price. But even so, old Santa Claus is up there
somewhere checking who's naughty or nice.

What is fundamental about this approach is not the specific
solution to sin, or approach to salvation, but the general pessimistic
outlook on the ordinary flow of life. The first Noble Truth of
Buddha was that "Life is Sorrow". In the view of Schopenhauer,
Life is Evil, and he says "Every great pain, whether physical or
spiritual, declares what we deserve; for it could not come to us if
we did not deserve it" (The World as Will and Representation).
Also in the Second School bin of philosophy can be added Freud,
with his Death Wish and the image of the unconscious as a murky
swamp of monsters. Psychiatry in some interpretations sees the
fearful dragons of chaos, Tiamat, lurking down below the civilized
veneer of the human cortex.

The liberal's preoccupation with social "problems" and the
Club of Rome's obsession with entropy are essentially expressions
of the Second School view. Change, the fundamental motion of
the universe, is bad. If a business goes broke, it's never viewed as
a source of creativity, freeing up resources and bringing about
necessary changes. It's just more unemployment. The
unemployment-inflation tradeoff as seen by Sixties Keynesian
macroeconomics is in the Second School spirit. These endemic
evils must be propitiated by the watchful Priests of Fiscal Policy
and the Federal Reserve, and you can only reduce one by
increasing the other. This view refuses to acknowledge that one
of the positive roles of the Market is as a job destroyer as well as a
job creator.

More generally, the second school has generated whole
industries of "problem solvers"-- politicians, bureaucrats,
demagogues, counselors, and charity workers who have found the
way to power, fame, and wealth lies in championing causes and
mucking about in other people's lives. Whatever their motivations,
they operate as parasites and vampires who are healthy only when
others are sick, whose well-being increases in direct proportion to
other people's misery, and whose method of operation is to give
the appearance of working on the problems of others. Of course if
the problems they champion were actually solved, they would be
out of a job. Hence they are really interested in the process of
"solving" problems--not in actual solutions. They create chaos and
destruction under the pretense of chaos control and elimination.

III. Third School Approach: Chaos is Necessary for Creativity,
Freedom, and Growth

You find this view in a few of the ancient Greek writers,
and more recently in Nietzsche. Nietzsche says: "One must still
have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star." The first
fundamental point of view here is: Existence is pure joy. If you
don't see that, your perception is wrong. And we are not talking
about Mary Baker Eddy Christian Science denial of the facts. In
this approach you are supposed to learn to alchemically transmute
sorrow into joy, chaos into art. You exult in the random give and
take of the hard knocks of life. It's a daily feast. Every
phenomenon is an Act of Love. Every experience, however
serendipitous, is necessary, is a sacrament, is a means of growth.

"Saying Yes to life even in its strangest and hardest problems, the
will to life rejoicing over its own inexhaustibility even in the very
sacrifice of its highest types--that is what I called Dionysian, that
is what I guessed to be the bridge to the psychology of the tragic
poet. Not in order to be liberated from terror and pity, not in order
to purge oneself of a dangerous affect by its vehement discharge--
Aristotle understood it that way [as do the Freudians who think one
deals with ones neuroses through one's art, a point of view which
Nietzsche is here explicitly rejecting]--but in order to be oneself
the eternal order of becoming, beyond all terror and pity--that joy
which included even joy in destroying." (Twilight of the Idols).

It is an approach centered in the here and now. You cannot
foresee the future, so you must look at the present. But because
"nothing is certain, nothing is impossible" (Rules of Chaos). You
are free and nobody belongs to you. In the opening paragraphs of
Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller says: "It is now the fall of my
second year in Paris. I was sent here for a reason I have not yet
been able to fathom. I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I
am the happiest man alive."

Your first responsibility is to take care of yourself, so you
won't be a burden to other people. If you don't do at least that, how
can you be so arrogant as to think you can help others? You make
progress by adapting to your own nature. In Rabelais' Gargantua
the Abbey of Theleme had the motto: Fay ce que vouldras, or "Do
as you will." Rabelais (unlike the Book of Judges) treats this in a
very positive light. The implication is: Don't go seeking after some
ideal far removed from your own needs. Don't get involved in
some crusade to save the human race--because you falsely think
that is the noble thing to do--when what you may really want to do,
if you are honest with yourself, is to stay home, grow vegetables,
and sell them in a roadside market. (Growing vegetables is, after
all, real growth--more so than some New Age conceptions.) You
have no obligation under the sun other than to discover your real
needs, to fulfill them, and to rejoice in doing so.

In this approach you give other people the right to make
their own choices, but you also hold them responsible for the
consequences. Most social "problems", after all, are a function
of the choices people make, and are therefore insolvable in
principle, except by coercion. One is not under any obligation to
make up for the effects of other people's decisions. If, for example,
people (poor or rich, educated or not) have children they can't care
for or feed, one has no responsibility to make up for their
negligence or to take on one's own shoulders responsibility for the
consequent suffering. You can, if you wish, if you want to become
a martyr. If you are looking to become a martyr, the world will
gladly oblige, and then calmly carry on as before, the "problems"
unaltered.

One may, of course, choose to help the rest of the world to
the extent that one is able, assuming one knows how. But it is a
choice, not an obligation. Modern political correctness and
prostituted religion have tried to turn all of what used to be
considered virtues into social obligations. Not that anyone is
expected to really practice what they preach; rather it is intended
they feel guilty for not doing so, and once the guilt trip is
underway, their behavior can be manipulated for political purposes.

What would, after all, be left for social workers to do if all
social problems were solved? One would still need challenges, so
presumably people would devote themselves to creative and
artistic tasks. One would still need chaos. One would still need
Eris rolling golden apples.

Conclusion

In the revelation given to Greg Hill and Kerry Thornley,
authors of Principia Discordia, or How I Found Goddess and
What I Did to Her When I Found Her, the goddess Eris (Roman
Discordia) says: "I am chaos. I am the substance from which your
artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your
children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am
alive, and I tell you that you are free."

Today, in Aspen, Eris says: I am chaos. I am alive, and I
tell you that you are free.

Courtesy of www.spunk.org/

thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler

Saturday, January 15, 2011

FREEZE!

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Gunmen, Outlaws, Renegades
We the People of the USA love our guns. We totally fear death. Therefore, we love scary stories. We love stories where we human beings face all forms of death and either conquer it or succumb to it. We revere gunslingers, whether individual gunslingers or troops of gunslingers. We love security. Our security is that security that protects us from death. From the day we are born our parents or wards start teaching us about how to avoid death. From the beginning of our lives we are taught how to avoid confrontations with death. We become indoctrinated in the avoidance of death. We are taught that all of our professions, whether Sociology professor or highly decorated military commander, are professions that seek to save us from death. As a result, we love elaborate allegories and legends and fables that try and instruct us how to avoid death. All our holy books are revelations of salvation from death. All our laws and regulations (this past Congress passed approximately 34,000 new laws, bills, regulations, etc.) are geared to protect us from death.

From childhood until our own demise we love stories about heroes and heroines overcoming death either through real methods or supernatural methods. We love murder mysteries. We love detective stories and cop-bad-guy teevee shows. Back before teevee, one of the most popular publications in the US was the Police Gazette, a tabloid-type magazine chocked full of Public Enemies and FBI Most Wanted lists and stories about past solved and unsolved crimes, though especially murder. The most popular radio shows back in the old days were the murder-mystery-type shows: "Inner Sanctum," "Murder Inc.," "The FBI in Peace and War," "Sam Spade, Private Eye." The writings of Dashiel Hammet and Raymond Chandler topped the bestseller lists. And yes, out in Hollywood stars like Jimmy Cagney, Eddie G. Robinson, Richard Widmark, George Raft had vast box office successes playing gat-carrying thugs.

Today, on any given night of television viewing you are going to see mostly shows concerning death or the avoidance of death. Cop shows. NCIS shows. CIS shows. Private (Blackwater ) or secret (special forces, CIA) military unit shows. Star Trek/Star Wars-type shows. 48 Hours mystery shows. America's most wanted shows. Missing persons shows. Serial killer shows--one of the most macabre shows on television is the very popular "Criminal Minds," each show depicting the antics of the most viciously mean and sorry serial murdering sons of bitches in the USA, usually a crazed nutjob of a man who loves serial killing young women--I don't believe I have ever seen a show where a woman is the serial killer--I'm sure there are such shows but I don't recall seeing one recently. Women are readily depicted as individual murderers but seldom as serial killers.

Since 9/11, We the People of the USA have been dipped in huge vats of overwhelming fear. Fear of what? What do we have to fear from these "Terrorists"? So they killed 3,000 human beings on 9/11? Why should that frighten us more than the fact that our US police forces might kill that many perpetrators or guilty-appearing human beings every year? Our own homegrown terrorists (including Tim McVeigh) have stacked up a pretty huge amount of victims over the past few years: the Virginia Tech shooter and the Fort Hood army psychologist shooter killed over 60 in their sprees. Or how about the fact that approximately 300,000 of us die each year from wrongly prescribed pharmaceutical medicines (toxins). Or how many of us die each year from automobile accidents (why are our cars made to go up to 160 miles per hour? one teevee commercial brags about how its cars go faster than the competition's)? Or how about the fact that We the People of the USA are the gun-totingest people in the world? Check out how many of us are killed each year by handguns? That doesn't frighten us? No. And you know why? We see guns as security. When you're packing a piece, you feel tough--as tough as Burt Lancaster in that great vicious-gunplay movie called "The Lawman." Why do White people so admire our Old West gunslingers? Because they represent to us our true love of rugged individualism. A Libertarian attitude of "By fucking golly, give me a good Buffalo gun and a couple of six-shooters, and, by God, I'll take care my own and myself, fuck the government, fuck the law, fuck the odds."

I grew up in West Texas in a gun's-a-plenty town in a gunless family, though guns were certainly prevalent in both of my families's historical pasts. My greatgrandmother on my mother's side was a tough-as-a-boot Pioneer White woman who on marrying at 13 a 75-year-old Texas Revolutionary War veteran became the stepmother of one of the most notorious of Texas gunmen, Wild Bill Longley. In a dime novel written about Wild Bill, it was rumored his gun butt contained 22 notches before he was hanged by his neck down in Giddings, Texas, back in the late 1800s. She herself became a gun-toting woman after being threatened by this elderly husband's other sons, one threat made on her life by one of the sons holding a pistol to her head. She escaped this marriage and these threatening sons by running by herself through a swamp to finally a week later get to a relative's house and safety. After she married her second husband, my greatgrandfather, for protection against Comanches, Night Riders, roaming drunks, roaming murderers, she took possession of a long-barrel Colt revolver and a Winchester rifle, which became her steady companions.

There was one story this old lady told over and over about how one Saturday midday her husband via horseback left she and her daughter (my grandmother) alone to go off to sing and play his fiddle at a local social, something he regularly did to make a little extra money since farming or cattle ranching in the area was a tough business and his school-teaching job paid next to nothing. Usually at these affairs my grandfather who was a natural-born heavy drinking Scotsman got smashed, depending on his horse to get him back home safe and sound. My greatgrandmother would hear the horse coming into the yard at a usual time and knew it was probably her husband and she'd open the spy hole in the dugout in which they lived to see that it was his horse bringing him home drunk. Except this particular Saturday night late, she waited up waiting to hear the horse bringing him home. She waited and waited, but still no horse. However, way past time for her husband be home though she was still sitting up waiting for him, she did hear a noise coming into the yard. It wasn't a horse coming into the yard. No. It was someone on foot. A heavy foot. It was a man. She could tell that further by his heavy breathing and deep-gruff coughing. She looked through the spy hole and saw a black image coming right at the door filling the spy hole with an imageless blackness. She was afraid--cold afraid--her Colt revolver loaded and cocked. Soon she heard this man messing with the door, pushing at it, shoving against it, then shoulder-butting against it. The door began to buckle and in a panic, she fired that Colt into the door, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, three fast shots. With the last shot she heard a mighty roar of pain followed by a sweet call for HELP. A sweet call for help she immediately recognized as the voice of her husband. She hurriedly opened the door and there was her husband, drunk as a Lord, writhing in pain on the doorstep. Two of her shots had hit him in the right thigh.

The daughter of that woman was my mother's mother. She was a gentle woman. A poet. A florist. A milliner. A librarian. She thought of herself as very civilized. As cultured. Guns to her were extremely primitive, old fashioned. Ironically, her eldest daughter, my mother's sister, did possess a pistol. She was a very pretty sexy and brazen hussy of a wild woman who played a mean honky-tonk piano and who loved to dance and who ended up marrying two rather wild men, the first one I never knew, but her second husband was my Cajun uncle Stub (his name was Stubblefield ), a very heavy drinker who had a bad habit of going off on benders that would take him away from home for days at a time. He would eventually sober up and limp back home seeking forgiveness. When he went off like that, he left my aunt home alone to fend for herself, except he did one day provide her with protection, a cool little silver-plated Smith & Wesson snubnose, which she kept loaded on a nighttable by her bedside. Most times, she sensed when he was due to come back and then she knew for sure when she'd hear his pick up come sputtering up the gravel driveway to park it under the carport by the kitchen door. One night, after Uncle Stub had been off a day or so--and she wasn't expecting him back for at least another day, she was awakened deep in the middle of a very dark night by her sensing somebody was just outside her bedroom door in the hallway. On caution, she grabbed the snubnose revolver and tiptoed over toward the door where she heard a strange sound right outside the door and then suddenly a BANG up against the door. She hollered out her husband's name but there was no answer. That's when she let go a blast from the snubnose. POW. It was followed by a deep morbid moan. A familiar moan. She opened the door and there lay Uncle Stub floundering in his own blood and piss--he'd been taking a leak against the hallway wall when she shot him--moaning in the pain from the bullet wound in the thigh of his right leg--the very leg her Pioneer grandmother had shot her drunken husband in the night he came home horseless and unannounced.

On my father's side of the family, his oldest brother was said to have murdered a man in Memphis and then gone on the lam for almost 18 years before showing back up at his mother's doorstep one day a changed man denying vehemently that he was a murderer, swearing that he had shot the man in self-defense. I don't ever, however, remember any guns among my dad's brothers and sisters. None of them were hunters; except my Uncle Roi (he was in WWI and wore his Croix de Guerre everyday no matter the clothes) who had a farm out in what was then called the rattlesnake capital of the US, Mulberry Canyon, and surely out there among the rattlesnakes, bobcats, coyotes, foxes, and various crop-destroying varmints and birds he had a rifle rack in his house or at least in his pick up (I remember the most curious thing about visiting Uncle Roi's farm was he had taken a fairly new Nash automobile and converted it into a tractor. You could jump in the backseat of that tractor Nash and ride along with Uncle Roi or one of his sons as he ploughed his vast mountainside fields).

I remember as a very young kid (13) becoming fascinating one day with the rifles shown in a Sears & Roebuck catalog. I had just read a book on tiger hunting in India and I had been fascinating by this old British Colonel's description of his hunting rifles and windage and sighting in on these vicious death-to-human-threatening beasts. I decided I wanted my own big game hunting rifle and I found a Winchester .22 rifle in that catalog (I know it's not a big game rifle but I was a kid with a wide imagination) I soon desired beyond the dream stage. I went to my parents and asked them for the $90 the rifle cost and both went into tirades against guns. "There'll be no guns in this house," my dad declared.

Later on in high school I became best friends, he was a year older than I was, with this guy who just happened to be a gun fancier (he also had a world-class poisonous snake collection in a room over the family garage). It was with him one day that he came over in his dad's pick up with his new rifle he'd gotten that Christmas and one of his old rifles. We drove way out in the country south of my hometown in the range of hills called the Callahan Divide and out there in a lonely canyon I finally got to fire a rifle. A Remington single-shot rifle. After that, this guy and I got to regularly going out in that pick up, just after the sun had gone down, out on way-out-in-nowhere farm roads--dirt roads mostly--where we used the military spotlite this pick up had on the driver's side intending to spot big rattlesnakes, which we'd then get out and bag in a burlap bag in order to take it back for his snake collection. But also we'd spot on big fat jackrabbits, which when you shined a spot on them, like deers get caught in the headlights, you confused them to the point in escaping you they ran right straight dabbed down the middle of that light's path. We soon made a sport out of shooting at jackrabbits. We'd take turns laying out on one of the pick up's front fenders while the other one drove the truck and spotlit the rabbits. You'd fire at the rabbits off that fender.

One night way out south of town, again out in the Callahan Divide, we were spotting rabbits and shooting at them--we very seldom hit any in case you were concerned about the poor rabbits--and I was out on the fender with repeater rifle, eight-round clips, and I got a jack spotted and started firing at him. Suddenly, this wily jack jerked a hard right and headed out across a field. My friend kept the spot on him as he bounded madly across this field-- and I let go a blast of shots, wild shots wildly missing the intended target, shots echoing off lost in the dense solid wall of darkness. Next thing we know, suddenly, two bright heavy spotlites come on off the road in the vicinity of the field in which I'd been firing at the jackrabbit. The spotlites coming blindingly back at us were on the side of a large white framed farmhouse. We quickly turned that pick up around and dug the hell out of there. "You think I hit that house?" I was shaken. "Hell yes you hit the house. You missed the jackrabbit but you might have hit the farmer's wife or something. Wanna go back and check? Claim your kill?"

Again later on, this guy's little brother, he was 12 at the time, showed up at one of our shooting sprees with a pistol. It was a big pistol. Heavy as hell. We sat up some beer cans on some stumps and the kid handed me the pistol and showed me how to handle it, cock it, fire it, you know. I took the pistol. I didn't even know how to sight down it. I just held it out in front of me on the line I thought was aimed right at one of the cans and I pulled the trigger. Holy crap. The backfire (recoil) knocked me back on my ass. And that was the last time I fired a pistol the rest of my life. In the US Army as a second lieutenant, I was issued a sidearm, a handgun, a GI-issued .45, but I never fired it. I was never even issued ammo for it. This is the pistol that was so inaccurate, legend had it you had to be about three feet from your target to hit it with this piece. I did, however, handle (break down and clean) and fire weapons in the army. I did learn to shoot the M1 rifle. I also had training on the Browning Automatic Rifle (BAR) and a 30-caliber submachinegun. I also was trained to fire and command the firing of several different sizes of Howitzers. And one summer at Fort Hood, Texas, I was trained on the Honest John missile--a truck-trailer consist that was capable of firing its huge missile upwards of 25 to 30 miles down range and on target. The one firing of the Honest John I was on (I was the commander--gave the order from command post to fire) missed the target by 5 miles hitting instead in a zone that was designated as a friendly fire zone. In other words, my Honest John missile would have killed my own men.

After I left the Army, I have not since owned or even fired a firearm.

Here in New York City, I'm actually pretty safe in terms of madmen with pistols firing randomly into crowds. If you get shot by a pistol in New York City, it's probably in the possession of a New York City cop. Remember this is the police department several of whose finest put 42 shots into Amadu Dialo, the poor kid who was trying to take his wallet out to show them some ID, wrongly suspected of being a drug runner they were after. Here's a list of the top ten states in terms of your getting killed by a handgun (per 100,000 population):
Rank States Amount
# 1 District of Columbia: 31.2
# 2 Alaska: 20
# 3 Louisiana: 19.5
# 4 Wyoming: 18.8
# 5 Arizona: 18
= 6 Nevada: 17.3
= 6 Mississippi: 17.3
# 8 New Mexico: 16.6
# 9 Arkansas: 16.3
# 10 Alabama: 16.2

Check out that list. The murder capital is the District of Corruption. And, why, lookee there, Arizona's #5. So the shooting of Gabrielle Giffords was nothing new in that state. And look at #2 state, why it's Sarah Paleface Palin's great lowly populated state of Alaska. Of course, you'd expect the lower ranked states like Louisiana, Arkansas, Mississippi, and Alabama to be guntoting states. So if you've got a hankering to do a little gunning down folks or blasting it out with the cops, like, you know, you wanting to get blown away--simply go down to one of these top ten murder states and if you want to do some killin' then you'll be able to easily purchase a brace of handguns, perhaps you might as well go ahead and buy an Egyptian-made AKA while you're stocking up. If you want to get shot, then get out in the middle of a street, say in the middle of Tucson, and declare you are an atheist abortion doctor who is in the state to help the illegal immigrants (Messkins) and indigents--you know, or perhaps you just declared yourself a secular humanist--then surely some Lone Ranger wacko will shoot your ass.

We love our guns. In his speech in Tucson, President Obama spread a lot of syrupy words over the whole mess, ending by calling on God, which God they never say, to bless America--another futile effort at compromise politics. Not once did he mention the lack of gun control in this whole country, or the obvious anti-Mexican racism prevalent among the Whites of Arizona, those who control the state that once belonged to Mexico and was taken over (invaded and occupied) by the USA in the deceitful and fraudulent Gadsden Purchase--La Frontera--the border on which G.W. Puddin' Head Bush decided to build a fucking thousand-mile-long fence--a boondoggle for the Boeing folks, a wall which President Obama has continued constructing, pledging to do so when he campaigned in that area of Texas during his run for office.

I kept growling during his speech, "Come on, Obama, why aren't you saying, 'I am, and I'm sure you are, too, sick and tired of this Teabagger bullshit and these deadly fucking games they are playing with We the People of the USA, the true government of the USA.'" Like I would have said, "Look, you traitorous bastards, you sons of bitches who refer to me as not a natural-born American. You who refer to me as a Muslim extremist...and do you remember when Rupert "Aussie Traitor" Murdoch ran that monkey cartoon where the monkey was ME and the cop shooting my ass was referring to me, too...I mean, folks, fuck compromising from now on...from now on you tear down my achievements and I'm going to veto every god-damn bill you manage to get through Congress...blah, blah, blah." But nope. Obama got out the soft-soap and instead turned the great gathering of people, 30,000, into a hypocritical joke session filled with huzzah-type propaganda--all this praise of these brave souls who either got shot by the Teabagger nutjob or almost got shot protecting other people but no condemnation at all of the Teabagger agenda that provoked this guntoting nutjob into action--and that's what these clowns are, US action-figures--like G.I. Joes converted to militiamen action figures.

Again, our Nobel Peace Prize-receiving President is unable to bring peace to his own nation. Didn't the District of Columbia recently try to pass severe gun-control laws and Congress or a Federal court overturned them? "Hey, we gotta keep the District of Corruption tops in handgun deaths."

The safest states in terms of handgun murders: New York is one; New Jersey is one; Connecticut; Rhode Island...all original 13 colonies--you see, all the guntoters and gunslingers and hunters headed West--ending up in those Wild West White states, all of which have the most liberal gun-control laws in the country. Arizona is one of three states where you're allowed to carry concealed weapons. MSNBC a few months back ran a news feature in which they said ironically deaths by handguns were going down faster in states with no gun-control laws at all than in the ones with tough gun-control laws. Remember, it is so easy to lie with statistics. Statistics like your blood pressure change several times a day--hell several times an hour.

So better start packing heat. This is a gun-loving country. This is a country intrigued by murder mysteries. Intrigued by outlaws. Intrigued by the Mafia. Intrigued by James Bond types who have a privilege of killing with impunity. A White Male is supposedly unfortunately a human monkey with smaller than average penis. Could the White Man's love of guns be a denial of his small penis?

My late great best friend ever in New York City once dated a CBS executive who told us one day that every time she rode a subway, she had her pistol in her purse, which she had open and with her hand inside it with her trigger finger on the trigger of her pistol--just in case, she said.

I've had several New York City friends who've been mugged with guns to their heads, but none of my friends were ever murdered. I did recently, however, lose the only one of my brother's sons who became a gun toter. How was he killed? By putting the barrel of his favorite shotgun in his mouth and blowing the top of his head off.

It may be true that if you have a gun in your possession you're probably one day going to have to use it or have it used against you. (I refer you to a past Daily Growler post in which I related the story of Escar the Geologist who was awakened from a deep sleep by a clicking sound in his ear to find the clicking sound was coming from the pistol his wife, Helen, had pressed against his temple--fortunately for Escar the pistol misfired and he lived to tell the tale. Otherwise, dead men tell no tales.)

thegunlessgrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler
One of the Great Old-Time Ballplayers, Red Borom, Just Exited the Coil at 95
I just recently sold a baseball that was signed by a mixed MLB and Minor League all-Star team of baseball players who played the army base circuit in World War II with Red signing the sweet spot as the manager of the team. I first heard of Red Borom when I lived in Enid, Oklahoma, a city at the time that had the US champion semi-pro baseball team, the Champlin Oilers (all the oil companies used to field baseball teams made up of old pros and young whiz kid athletes (I myself played semi-pro ball one year for one of my hometown oil companies--we played in the Brazos Valley Fast Ball League--we were the Drillers and we played other oil field teams, called the Spudders, Oilers, Gassers, Mudders, Flares, Wildcats (for Wildcat wells))--sponsored by the Champlin Oil Company--for several years back in the early 1940s--and Red was player manager of that team. He went on to manage other semi-pro teams, like the famous Wichita, Kansas, Bill Lear-sponsored team, and later down in South Texas where he managed the Plymouth Oilers out of Sinton, Texas. Then later in Dallas as a kid, I knew Red as a long-time Texas League player of championship quality. Red became one of the winningest semi-pro managers in the history of semi-pro baseball in this country. Red's now passed on. I'll never forget old Red though I'm sure the baseball history books have buried Red many a year ago. Lift one for good old Red Borom:
Red Borom, 95, American baseball player

Sunday, January 09, 2011

Living in New York City: NO BONUSES EVER for We the People

Foto by tgw, New York City, January 2011
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Great! Let's Do Away With Labor Unions! Let's Do Away With Government by We the People of the USA! Let's Do Away With Justice! Let's Do Away With the USA
Yes, the goofball Repugnicans are correct: Obama is a Socialist. Yes, he has Marxist leanings. Yes, and, of course, due to his given name, we know he's a Muslim extremist. I mean, come on, folks, isn't this all clear to you? John Bonehead says the American people have spoken. OK, I give up. According to these goons I'm not an American. According to goons like John Bonehead and the other new House of Reprehensible Monkey-Men, this country is headed down the tubes though not because of George H.W. Bush and his worthless spoiled brat son and their easily manipulated views of the world--a world of ruling Plutocrats--a world reverting back to the Dark Ages and all that Medieval crap. Oh no. Not because of those dunderheads, but rather because of the leftwing Liberal Socialist Pro-Militant Islam Pro-Palestinian Democrats like Barack Obama, who some Teabaggers call the antiChrist.

But, dammit, I know these fools from the time I was born on down to today. So my attitude is becoming, hey, this is a White majority nation and as such it's a GUILTY-conscience nation--and I know what these fools are saying--they are White people who see the future of the USA may be under the rule of darker skins. My dumb-proud White brothers and sisters truly believe because they are White they are pure. Because they are White they are blessed of THEIR Great White/Jewish Father God. So if you have their kind of Dark-Ages beliefs, then hell yes, it's time to rattle the timbers of the sacred palace--and if need be, destroy this country or go down trying. This is all a dark White soul mystery. These White fools are definitely wanting to tear this country down--and not rebuild it back like it was and in the direction it was going full-speed ahead toward Communism, Homosexuality, Islamic militancy--and there are some of my White people who believe President Obama is a Muslim terrorist agent trying to lead us down that path toward Christian Hell, the bailiwick of the essential evil one, the Devil (Beelzebub; Old Ned; Old Nick; Old Cloven Hoofed One; Lucifer (Light My Fire); Satan)--the Prince of Darkness--the reason in our minds most evil happens at night. What happens during the day is in the light and therefore no matter how crooked and deceitful folks who operate in daylight are, they are forgiven of their sins. Oh how stupid. Oh how hollow and totally fictitious. This is fiction come to life.

One of the first ways, these, my brave White people, are going to revolt is against the US workingclass. The elimination of Labor Unions--an effort these Republican fools have been out to do since WWI and the Wobblies and Eugene Debs and a Labor Movement that dared to go up against John D. Rockefeller and J.P. Morgan and Andrew Carnegie and Henry Ford usually to their own woe since State governments always back up our White Feudal Lords by sending in State militias (National Guards) to literally as happened in Ludlow, Colorado, mow down striking workers--shooting them as they ran from their burning tent camps--camps set on fire by the National Guards. Then during the Roosevelt years, the high and mighty Republicans like the Tafts tried to block the Union efforts of John L. Lewis and A. Philip Randolph, et. al., and the Longshoreman's Union with the Taft-Hartley Act (anti-Right-to-Work). These White people hate Unions so bad, their efforts of workingclass punishment will be to like put 80 year olds back to work. Fuck it if they're too sick to work. Remember, the Nazis rather than gas all Jews did pull some out to do the shit work--like mining and munitions manufacturing--I mean, in the Nazi mines, they got 80-year-old Jewish men to kill themselves working rather than baking to death in a Nazi oven. I'm pretty sure my New World Repugnican dudes secretly highly respected the Nazis. I mean, at least the Nazis were PURE WHITE! And, yes, I'm sure these retards believed Hitler's Aryan race claims. White Supremacy! Whites are superior to any "colored" people. We all know that; especially we Whites. We know all Black men, for instance, wish like hell they were White! And Black women--oh surely they'd rather look like Lena Horne and Halle Berry than Esther Rolle or Hattie McDaniel. Light skin's the right skin!

How ridiculous do the above paragraphs sound? Yet, I feel this is all a White revenge. Of course, a lot of Whites have pushed these feelings way back in their subconsciouses through denial, but when the time comes to draw the line in the sand and John Bonehead yells out are you with We the White People of the USA or are you going to stand with the Colored folks--the niggers, the Kikes, the towelheads (sand niggers), the Gooks, the Nips, the Spicks, the Messkins, the Haitians, the Woggies...get out your racist vocabularies and start learning some new juicy racist name calling. Chinks. Queers. Dikes. Homos. Injuns. Redskins.

Congress should soon resemble the Congress right before the Civil War. The Congress of John Calhoun and the States Righters (racists). The Congress of gunfire and clubbings and rude crude shouting matches and cane whippings and wrestling matches. Yep, look for some new respect for the Confederate flag. Look for a Confederate Memorial Day and even a wall in D.C. to the Confederate dead. Look for Ronald Reagan and G.W.H. "Pappy" Bush coins, worthless dollar bills, and stamps. Look for an Ayn Rand coin or stamp, too.

You can't be overfacetious about such facetious people. Instead of calling these people pig fuckers, Obama is still dabbling with his false-expectational compromise tactics. He's firing failed Clintonistas but instead of bringing in a more revolutionary group of Democratic idea people he's still sticking with Clintonistas. Why, hell, he's getting rid of Larry Summers, but, hell, he's replacing this asshole with another Clinton asshole [remember I don't see Bill Clinton as the great president so many progressive so-called Liberals (like Bartcop (who calls the Slick One "The Big Dog" (and Oklahoma hicks (Okies) love big bad dogs) and The Daily Howler) think him and defend him as], another piece of Goldman-Sachs crap--and then insult upon insult, hiring a Daley as his Chief of Staff, a Daley who's as corrupt as his father and brother, a whole family who should be doing jail time and yet they are still influential in We the People's lives and in Barack Obama's Chicago-based political life, enough he'd put this worthless Daley, a fucking JP Morgan-Chase-associated clown (making 5 million a year--STOP and think about that as a salary!), in as his Chief of Staff! Well, of course, Daley worked for Bill Clinton...aren't you sick and tired of the Clintons yet?

I know, I'm writing wildly. Off the cuff. Spontaneous combustions of words whittled into arrows and shot at the asses of these truly backwards-thinking and backwards-leading clowns posing as know-it-all philosophers. And then out of nowhere, I came across this Max Keiser dude and his "Rigged Market Capitalism." And Max, old pal, I love ya, dude. Somebody telling it like it is and has been for a long time. And to hell with these Baby Boomers just now waking up to smelling the foul coffee these reborn Birchers and Randites and LaRoche Libertarians, these Free-Market Pirates, Strict Constitutionalists are brewing up for us. Check old Max and his views out here: maxkeiser.com/ Even though he's a Huffington Post blogger (I can't stand Adriana Huffington), he's fascinating and basically right on when it comes to Economics and the workings of our all-time, always crooked financial industry (remember, Goldman-Sachs was founded in 1869). And Max is a metalist...he's for banking your wealth in gold and silver--silver right now he says is the best investment. Back in the 1990s I was dabbling in buying and selling United States collectible coins. Gold back then was at around $80 an ounce, which at the time I thought was ridiculous. Silver at the same time was around $5.00 a troy ounce. One gold advocate in the numismatic field back then was heavily trumpeting gold as the best investment. Back then he was predicting gold would go to $200 an ounce...AND IT DID! Then, in the early 2000s, this same guy was predicting gold would break $800. I'm still ridiculing the guy. I've got some gold and I can't seem to get any kind of mark up on it at all--yet this guy insists. And then when gold hit $800 an ounce and this guy started touting gold at over $1000 an ounce, I really rebelled against him and began selling off my gold, making good money, but anyway...today gold is at $1300 an ounce. Silver is at $28.00 a troy ounce. I totally missed the boat on this one--and I had first-hand knowledge that I couldn't believe, the skeptic that I naturally am. Here's the precious metals market currently:

New York Spot Price


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Metals

Date

Time
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Bid

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Gold Charts

GOLD

01/07/2011

17:13

1369.80

1370.80

-1.30

-0.09%

1352.00

1380.10

Silver Charts

SILVER

01/07/2011

17:15

28.69

28.71

-0.37

-1.27%

28.33

29.38

Platinum Charts

PLATINUM

01/07/2011

17:07

1731.00

1735.00

+5.00

+0.29%

1715.00

1752.00

Palladium Charts

PALLADIUM

01/07/2011

17:12

750.00

755.00

-10.00

-1.32%

739.00

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And now, what's my numismatic gold friend predicting: in 2011, Gold could go over $4,000 an ounce. Whoooooaaaaa! So far this dude has been on the money. Max Keiser's right, too, in saying that silver looks like the best bet investment for a poor man. Pure silver now. Not coins. Silver bars. And Max warns you not to store your silver in the US but in foreign vaults. Max says that by switching your assets from paper to precious metals (silver especially), it will put a bank like J.P. Morgan finally out of business for good.

Living here in New York City is so deceiving. Unemployment here jives with the national average; yet, on the other hand, we have some of the newest richest little assholes in the world blooming into idiots every day in this rich-man's playground. Our streets are packed with big Lexuses and Mercedes sedans and BMW SUVs and Rovers. In every block a new bar-restaurant is opening. In the chi-chi chic parts of town nouveau chic boutiques and wine bars and wine and cheese bars and coffee bars and beer bars and fancy drink bars are opening up by the dozens. And all of these joints are being opened and run by our nouveau riche twentyish-early-thirtyish crowd--like all those Goldman-Sachs number cruncher junior jerk offs who got half-a-million in bonuses last year--on top of their lavish salaries and commissions they made off their criminal derivatives dealings--I mean, it's the same as making a 20-year-old goofball baseball playing kid a multimillionaire all of a sudden. What does he do with all that fucking money? Why, shit yeah, he buys his mother a new house; he buys a brace of expensive cars; he buys several apartments; he buys houses; and he might open a restaurant or invest in a development project. Like Jay Z investing his excess profits in wrecking downtown Brooklyn rather than say gentrifying his old neighborhood. This is the most irresponsible generation yet. This generation's full of Baby B's little precious ones living off daddy and mommy's money until they get on with that New York City law firm or get an internship at Goldman-Sachs. This is the bunch of outsider idiots who, along with Billionaire Mayor Bloomberg, are Europeanizing New York City. Wine and chocolate bars that advertise themselves as "Very French and sexy." Or perhaps a bar where the co-owners (Jason and Jennifer--ex-brokers at Goldman-Sachs--not married, but with illegitimate child on the way) brag about how their beers come from Europe and their nouveau-cuisine overpriced fare is precious, in small portions, judged more on how it is presented than how it tastes. I mean, come on, when British chefs are now New York City's hottest chefs, something's wrong. Why are things European still considered by my White brothers and sisters as culturally above anything originally American. We shout USA, USA, USA, at Olympic sporting events; yet we welcome with open arms less worthy Euro-trash and world-performance-type artists into this country--while we allow an Aussie asshole and a bunch of second-rate celebrity judges, originated by a Brit asshole Deejay turned entertainment promoter, through Murdoch's "American Idol" (American Idiots, I read it) teevee rigged show to pick our current pack of amateur singing stars. [Plus, I note, the horribly untalented Paula Abdul, the chick who seduced and fucked one of the contestants when she was a jitterbug judge on "American Idol" (this young boy said Paula was a hell of a fuck, too--he especially liked her breasts), has been given comeback chance as star talent on a new CBS ripoff "Dancing With the Stars" amateur dance show. Why, I wonder? Is she still a good fuck?] But I don't want to be Europeanized. But, then, do I want to be Americanized instead?

Come on, folks, how 'bout a little trip down to Hell with me? I think I can book Virgil's boat...I think it's time to revisit the underworld.

thegrowlingwolf
for The Sunday Daily Growler

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Living in New York City: Discovering the New York Times Bestseller List

Foto by tgw, New York City, December 2010
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The New York Times Bestseller Lists
As a writer...and I do think of myself as a writer...a poet, a songwriter...I toot a mean horn sometimes when I'm cocky...you know, standing to full two-legged monkey height. The wolf in me keeping me balanced. I can either eat meat or go veggie. I can either read Aristotle or I can read Balzac and Flaubert--which I'm doing now. But....

HARDCOVER FICTION

  1. DEAD OR ALIVE, by Tom Clancy with Grant Blackwood
  2. THE CONFESSION, by John Grisham
  3. CROSS FIRE, by James Patterson
  4. THE GIRL WHO KICKED THE HORNET’S NEST, by Stieg Larsson
  5. FULL DARK, NO STARS, by Stephen King
Jesus Christ, this writer says to himself as he gazes at the privileged class that gets nearly every one of their books shot to the top of this New York Times famous or infamous bestseller list. I have not looked at a NYTimes bestseller list in at least 20...maybe even 30 years. I say that in a low whisper since I'm here in New York City where the NY Times is the most close-to-the-industrial-gods as a US newspaper ever got--though there were better newspapers all around it--some right in the middle of Manhattan. But the NYTimes, now going broker and broker every year--they are madly desperate at the joint--is the most influential newspaper in the USA certainly.

Just suddenly out of nowhere--as though a direct message from one of my muses--I decided to see just what books and writers were on this blessed divine list of what cultured Americans read, those cultured Americans who read the NYTimes and trust it faithfully--at least every Sunday morning over that Starbucks overroasted coffee--does Starbucks use chicory in their strongest coffees?--I myself still prefer old French Market coffee--a coffee that honestly admits, proudly so in the New Orleans tradition (and I speak of New Orleans in the pre-Katrina state--the state I knew it in and grew to love it and claim it as a second home), it contains chicory. ["Chicory chick, cha-la, cha-la/Check-a-la-rome-y-in-da-banana-ka/Bol-y-ca wal-la-ka/Can't you see, Chicory chick is me."]

I look at the first 5 books in the fiction list. Tom Clancy. John Grisham. James Patterson. Stieg Larsson. Stephen King. Holy shit. I asked myself, is that today's bestseller list? I check to make certain. Tom Clancy. I've never read him, though I certainly know of him. He's been around since eternity hasn't he? John Grisham. I've never read John Grisham, who, too, has been around since eternity hasn't he? [I have been informed that Grisham is an ex-lawyer turned writer who says he had no intentions of being a writer; yet he is a writer--or is he? He hates critics--that's fine with me--as Hemingway said, if a writer hasn't hit it in five years of trying, he should give up writing and become a critic. Somewhere among his writings, he said critics to him smell like the armpits of a prostitute who has just finished a night of multiple fucking.] James Patterson. I know who he is. A detective story writer who does his own teevee commercials--looks like a clever old newspaperman who came up with an attractive detective with eccentric methods--I'm left to wonder what's new about Patterson's same-old-same-old detective? (And Tony Hillerman who I knew in Santa Fe [also the home of the late Donald Hamilton] one time long ago just died last year.) Thank God for murder and the miraculous conclusions to these books. I quit. I read detective novels when I was 18 years old. Then I read Sherlock Holmes--a huge volume my brother gave me for my birthday one year. There was no longer any reason for me to read anymore detective stories. I have a very successful detective story writer in the sister-in-law end of my family--a woman--she's one of the top selling detective writers--but, I humbly admit I've never read one of her books. A friend of mine has and says she's a very good writer. Stieg Larsson. Poor old Stieg. After the poor bastard is dead--dying in obscurity and poverty, his nonwife wife comes along and reveals him to the world in a blitz krieg publicity campaign that propels this poor bastard to the top of the world's bestseller lists [and, yes, I know he didn't leave a will and never married because he didn't want the authorities to come after him]. I'm currently reading and rereading Knut Hamsun. I can't see Stieg writing anything any better than the several masterpieces Knut wove into verbal paintings in his long controversial career (he thought, along with Hitler, that Germans were a superior race). I'll leave Stieg for another day. Sorry, Stieg, old writer buddy, I'll put off reading you until you're less a cult (like I never read Herman Hesse until after he'd pass through being a Hippie cult writer). And last but not least, Stephen King. And I tried to read a Stephen King novel one time. I couldn't get through the first paragraph it was such bad writing--and King, wasn't he a Hollywood writer before he developed his gift of scaring the hell out of superstitious juveniles?

How disappointing is this list of bestselling writers. Clancy, he's a celebrity, with trophy celebrity wives and pals now. No need for him to exceed what he's already achieved. Fuck, all old Clancy has to do now is just write a book, no matter its worth or value--this time teaming up with some guy named Blackwood, a name I associate with an old Southern gospel quartet, the Blackwood Brothers.

Then I thought, dare I check the nonfiction list? I dared.

HARDCOVER NONFICTION

  1. DECISION POINTS, by George W. Bush
  2. UNBROKEN, by Laura Hillenbrand
  3. EARTH (THE BOOK), by Jon Stewart and others
  4. LIFE, by Keith Richards with James Fox
  5. AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MARK TWAIN, VOL. 1, by Mark Twain
Oh, God-damn, I'm lighting up a cigar, Mark Twain's on the NY Times bestseller list!--and not for fiction but nonfiction. His autobiography. Would Sam Clemens say this autobiography is nonfiction? The name Mark Twain is fiction. Oh well, at least he's on the list. Is this the first time Twain ever made the NYTimes bestseller list? And look at the great writers he's on the list with. Like who in their stupid right fucked-up minds are shelling out big bucks for G.W. Bush's work of fiction, again, a fiction writer on the nonfiction list. Laura Hillenbrand. I have no idea in Hades who she is. Jon Stewart. I never thought Jon was funny when he was a comedian. If he's funny now, I wouldn't know. I've never watched his teevee show. He's on the right side, but he's a fucking entertainer so he's probably not for real. Keith Richards! Oh, yes, Jesus, I need to know the truth about Keith Richards's lucky fucking life. Ripping off US original and more clever musicians to ride to fame on the backs of the brilliant likes of Chuck Berry, Larry Williams, Aleck Miller, J.B. Lenoir, Jimmy Reed, etc.

How fucking sick are those two bestseller lists? I've already read Twain's autobiography--just because it's Twain's 100th anniversary since he died, I see no reason to reread it. The above edition is probably the work of some college professor who claims superTwain understanding. Mark Twain was too complicated a man for a university professor to figure out.

Sam Clemens said:
A man is never more truthful than when he acknowledges himself a liar.

All generalizations are false, including this one.

All you need is ignorance and confidence and the success is sure.

Civilization is the limitless multiplication of unnecessary necessities.
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Today is the day the real Americans, those who vote at least, start getting their way with We the People Sheep. Soon We the People Sheep can look forward to more suspicions beamed at all of us; more and more hi-tech security cameras and spy planes and camera drones and infra-red camera drones aimed at our souls, keeping a moral watch over our every move; less and less benefits from government or job. Less and less jobs here at home. More and more foreclosures and eminent domain land swindlings. More and more Federal Reserve payouts to banks. More and more jobs flying the US coop and heading to Third World countries that are rising to the top of the Great Global Marketplace world of Hot Damn Capitalism...with Communist China today's most successful Capitalist country. And now coming on up onto the industrial-spotlit stage is Brazil. From jungle destroyers and aboriginal Indian genocidists to now fattened up Capitalist pigs--and with a new president--a woman--a woman who at one time was a guerrilla fighter against a brace of corrupt Brazilian dictators--a tough woman who was tortured and raped and ridiculed when she was imprisoned by the ruling authorities at the time. Brazil has everything a country needs, wealth galore, tons and tons of land--Brazil is as big as the US--or nearly so. Huge country--diverse country--some parts of it still unexplored, unraped by man, though as soon as he can, he'll discover it and rape it good. One reason Brazil is Capitalistically on the rise is because it has sold off its land and mineral rights to Chinese and Japanese cattle raisers and grass growers and mining and oil companies.

We can look for more efforts for these lackeys (our House of Reprehensible Monkeys) of our wealthiest rightwingers (i.e., the Koch Brothers) to drive us down to Third World status. I guess in their logic, too many of us are blessed--brazenly lazily and living off the government dole--amassing too secure a future. I mean, how do you keep a people working in the fields until they're in their 80s? You make slaves out of them, that's how. I and others like me have been saying for a long long time now how the whole agenda of these creeps is CHEAP LABOR.

Sam Clemens said something else that makes sense--he said invest in land--why?--because there's no more being made. All of the old elders in my family preached that the only way to success in this pioneer land was through owning land, land, and more land. It was surprising when my parents died (together on the long highway) how many pieces of land they owned--3 pieces of land, 2 with paid-for houses on them, and one a 1-acre corner property that ended up being a key piece of land in a new industrial development. The most money my brother and I got in our inheritance was from the sale of the land and houses. The money I inherited from my parents allowed me to live a good life for seven years--living in Texas, Louisiana, California, Florida, New Mexico, New York City, Mexico City, Victoria, British Columbia...even one time looking to rent space in Letia, Colombia, on the banks of the Amazon. I spent the last of my inheritance moving to New York City and renting a grand apartment on the corner of East 56th Street and Sutton Place--naive enough not to know that was the most expensive neighborhood in New York City. In 1970, my wife and I paid $450-a-month for a one-bedroom apartment in that swank building. Today, and I proudly admit this, my rent is $375-a-month. I have lived in New York City for 41 years now and that $450-a-month is the most rent I ever paid. Fact, not brag. I'm a writer. We know how to take advantage of our locations and circumstances.

thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler

Note From Joe Bageant (Just Posted on Joe's Blogsite):

A note from Joe

Dear friends, associates and fellow travelers,

As you may or may not know, I have been struck down by an extremely serious form of cancer. Presently I am back in the United States receiving treatment through the U.S. Veterans Administration hospital system. Due to the nature of the massive internal tumor, I am currently unable to even carry on email correspondence or Skype conversations.

Right now I am at a hospital in Morgantown, West Virginia. Once a treatment program has been designed and set in motion, I will probably be transferred back to the Veterans Administration facility near my home in Winchester, Virginia. The condition is inoperable, but it is hoped that with chemotherapy plus the use of a pain killer such as OxyContin, I will be able to resume my online work.

As soon as I am able to sit up long enough to work online and carry on Skype conversations, I will do so. Until then, please have patience and bear with me in this frustrating and difficult time. Business correspondence and relationships will not be interrupted during this period of recovery because I have several persons willing to work with me through dictation.

Thank all of you very much for your friendship and patience.

-- Joe Bageant

Monday, January 03, 2011

Living in New York City: The New Minstrel Show


Foto by tgw, New York City, January 2011
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OK, So We're Living in End Times
Walking around New York City, you'd never know anybody was suffering; anybody was out of work; anybody had lost their homes; anybody was in debt. Most of the automobiles that park in my neighborhood now (Midtown Manhattan) are luxury branded SUVs or new Mercedes sedans, BMWs galore; Rovers. You don't see any old smokers, old rattlers, cars with a lot of damage, or cars older than say 5 years. According to my neighbor whose family owns a restaurant in the East Village, they had a boom year. According to the owner of my fav Irish pub his restaurants have all been full of late, even on Sunday afternoons now. Our billionaire mayor is constantly doing photo-ops (all New York City mayors love publicity) these days whining to us about how lucky we are to have him as our mayor and how through his privatizing business leadership acumen, New York City has survived the recession--in fact, hey, hiz honor's whining thins out into a pippish squeak as he excitedly relays to us that the stock market is booming once again. It's up around 11,500...almost back to where it was just prior to the financial crisis that sunk us--a financial crisis pricked into the bursting stage by our first authenticated idiot president who was never honestly elected lying us into two unwinable and economically devastating wars--this from the only president ever appointed to his first term by the Supreme(ly Dumb) Court--which is unConstitutional really, but who cares about that damn stupid Constitution--and it is from the 18th Century--and it was written by White men who were invaders and occupiers of this land of many aboriginal tribal nations who had much better forms of government than the one these Great White Fathers came up with. Old Ben Franklin tried to sell his White brothers (our forefathers) on the Iroquois Nation's form of government and they considered old rascally profligate Ben eccentric, which meant he was excusably crazy. Like old womanizer Ben wanted to make the turkey our national bird, which the wild turkey (whether in gobble-gobble or whiskey form) definitely is. Not the damned-by-man-to-distinction Bald Eagle. Hell the early White men considered Bald Eagles as menaces and they shot them madly and as a result soon there were no more Bald Eagles in the Colonies--but there were still a plethora of wild turkeys from Maine to California.

Speaking of wild turkeys, those of the human monkey kind, I happened to give a listen to as much of their bullshit as I could take in one sitting...and I'm referring to the MEN who are going to be ruling us via our new House of Representatives that's coming into power this week. Get ready. It's a bevy of ignorant backwards-thinking MEN, total Yahoos in the dearest sense of Swift's original definition of what Yahoos consist of: rubes, yokels, Jukes, whiners, crybabies, spoiled brats, narrow-minded schnooks...IDIOTS! And I'm listening to these clowns and I'm loping around with the hairs on my neck bristled to the warning stage--I'm growling low, deep from my gut as I'm considering going for the throats of these catastrophically regressive boobs. One idiot already standing up in We the People's Congress and declaring that he doesn't believe in the Global Warming alerts or that anything man is doing is destroying the earth. And do you know why? And this backwards-thinking baboonish man had the balls to say this before Congress: the reason he didn't believe that man's way of life was destroying the earth and the earth's atmosphere was because in his Bible he read--and he gave the "scriptures chapter and verse"--one from the Jewish Mythical Prophet Isaiah and one from Matthew the Jewish guy whose job was collecting taxes for the Roman invaders and occupiers of Judea--that his God said in those two verses that he would never again destroy the earth himself nor would he allow man to destroy it, his creation (I assume this Teabagger Republican meant the Jewish God Yahweh--or Jehovah as the old Christians called him; Jehovah Gyro, as the new Christians (the Rock Age Christians) call him). This brainless fool continued on saying that this was the word of who he believed was the true and living God and if his God said the world wasn't going to be destroyed either by him with the Capital H or man (unrepentant man, I assume) and that was why he was going to vote against all the Environmental Protection Agency reduced emission laws and bans on offshore and Alaskan wilderness drilling and fracture-drilling for natural gas pockets (a process that ruins local water supplies)--which means he will also challenge the carbon-emission figures in terms of carbon destruction of our ozone and atmosphere--again, unbelievably because he believes this planet is a carbon-fueled earth. We survive on carbon. Carbon emissions are good things.

Holy Shit! And there are more Yahoo museum pieces coming into power this week--like Hal Rogers--from the hick state of Old Kaintuck. They call Hal the Pork King. Meaning he's the pork barrelingest son of a bitch in Congress. Now Hal Rogers is going to be head of the Appropriations Committee! The Teabagger Constitution is declaring that these idiots are going to cut 100 billion dollars from the US budget this year! The national fiscal year is half over, which means, there is about 300 billion dollars left in this year's budget. If these fools cut 100 billion out of this budget, then the Pork King is gonna have to change his horses in midstream. This budget cutting, by the way, is an impossible Teabagger dream--remember, this bullshit is all based on NOBLE LIES--the same preached by Machiavelli or by Nietzsche or by Leo Strauss or by Paul Wolfowitz or by Milton Friedman.

Another new-House Repugnican reared up on his fictional steed and declared that government shouldn't control the banks but that rather the banks should control the government. Whooo boy, how do you deal with such a cretin-type statement?

From the National Journal, here's a list of the bozos who will be ruling the House of Representatives this week--meet these asinine idiots--check out how many are from low-populated hick states (Alabama, Indiana, Missouri, Oklahoma, John Bircher California, and Texas)--like Lamar Smith of Texas (Karl Rove was his campaign manager) who's already said he will be studying whether or not President Obama has committed any impeachable offenses--"Why, shit fire, Lamar, you know that nigger boy has some skeletons in his Communist-Socialist-Islamic closet." And how about a true blueballs bozo, Peter King of Long Island, to reign over Homeland Security--Peter King is the fatuous piece of crap who said he's going to waste We the People's time and money focusing his intentions on searching and destroying the MILITANT MEMBERS of our own MUSLIM COMMUNITY--he's going after militant Imans, he says, and not the mostly good (though he wishes they were dead, too) Muslims. Oh what a fucking loony bird this idiot is--we've suffered his bullshit here in New York State for several years now--any politician from Long Island, New York, Suffolk and Nassau counties (good old colonial names), is a rightwing fraidy-cat nutjob.

Committee: AGRICULTURE

Ranking member: Frank Lucas, Oklahoma

Likely chairman: Frank Lucas, Oklahoma (*)

Anaylsis: Done deal. Lucas owns a farm and cattle ranch in Cheyenne, Okla. He won a special election in May 1994, a victory that foreshadowed the GOP wave that year. He’s played a big role in the last two farms bills. The 2002 bill helped unravel 1990s cuts to farm subsidies. His district is 15th on the list of top subsidy-receiving districts.

Committee: APPROPRIATIONS

Ranking member: Jerry Lewis, California

Likely chairman: Unclear (?)

Anaylsis: Lewis needs a waiver since he’s served as top committee Republican for six years. Harold Rogers of Kentucky [Pork-Barrel Hal Rogers will be the new chairman of this committee] is also vying and has a contingent of supporters who oppose all chairmanship waivers. To some, Lewis is a symbol of D.C. spenders. In 2007, he was fifth in the House in home-district earmarks with $137 million.

Committee: ARMED SERVICES

Ranking member: Buck McKeon, California

Likely chairman: Buck McKeon, California (*)

Anaylsis: Done deal. A Boehner protégé, McKeon was chairman and ranking Republican on Boehner’s old committee, Education and Labor, before leaving that post in 2009 to become the top Republican on Armed Services. He’s 17th on the list of top 20 Republican donors backing GOP candidates this cycle.

Committee: BUDGET

Ranking member: Paul Ryan, Wisconisin

Likely chairman: Paul Ryan, Wisconisin (*)

Anaylsis: Done deal. Ryan is an idea dynamo and has drawn up the most specific plan to reduce long-term entitlement spending. Look for him to expand the committee’s role in the appropriations process.

Committee: EDUCATION AND LABOR

Ranking member: John Kline, Minnesota

Likely chairman: John Kline, Minnesota (*)

Anaylsis: Elected in 2002, Kline is another Boehner loyalist and staunch fiscal and social conservative, workmanlike on the committee and a fierce campaigner who won his seat in 2002 on the third try. He’s 16th on the list of top 20 Republican donors financing candidates this cycle.

Committee: ENERGY AND COMMERCE

Ranking member: Joe Barton, Texas

Likely chairman: Unclear (?)

Anaylsis: Barton would need a waiver, having served as the top Republican for six years. He infuriated leadership and rank-and-file members when he called the White House-engineered $20 billion BP fund for oil-spill victims a “shakedown.” Barton is the 12th most generous donor to this year’s GOP candidates. Fred Upton of Michigan [Note: Fred Upton is the new Chairman of this Committee] and John Shimkus of Illinois are the alternatives.

Committee: ENERGY INDEPENDENCE AND GLOBAL WARMING

Ranking member: James Sensenbrenner, Wisconsin

Likely chairman: None (x)

Anaylsis: The GOP leadership would kill this committee, created by Speaker Pelosi to highlight global-warming issues. GOP leaders would fold its role into the Science and Technology Committee.

Committee: FINANCIAL SERVICES

Ranking member: Spencer Bachus, Alabama

Likely chairman: Unclear (?)

Anaylsis: Bachus has a reputation as the man who got rolled by the Democrats in the debate over financial-services regulation; some Republicans think he is therefore ill-suited to wage the fight to rewrite that law. The next most likely chairman would be Ed Royce of California. Others with interest: Jeb Hensarling of Texas and Scott Garrett of New Jersey.

Committee: FOREIGN AFFAIRS

Ranking member: Ileana Ros-Lehtinen, Florida

Likely chairman: Ileana Ros-Lehtinen, Florida (*)

Anaylsis: Done deal. Ros-Lehtinen would be the only woman to lead a committee and was the first Cuban-American and first Hispanic woman elected to Congress. Lehtinen refused to sign the 1994 Contract With America and opposed the 1996 welfare-reform law.

Committee: HOMELAND SECURITY

Ranking member: Peter King, New York

Likely chairman: Unclear (?)

Anaylsis: King is term-limited and would need a waiver. He has carved out a national profile on homeland-security issues, but waivers will be hard to come by. Candice Miller of Michigan wants the post and is close to leadership.

Committee: HOUSE ADMINISTRATION*

Ranking member: Dan Lungren, California

Likely chairman: Dan Lungren, California (*)

Anaylsis: If Lungren can hold onto his 3rd District seat (by no means certain), this low-wattage committee is his.

Committee: INTELLIGENCE*

Ranking member: Pete Hoekstra, Michigan

Likely chairman: Unclear (?)

Anaylsis: Hoesktra left the House to run for governor. Mac Thornberry of Texas would skip over Californian Elton Gallegly because he’s developed sharper expertise on intelligence and defense issues. Mike Rogers of Michigan is a former FBI agent and Boehner favorite for having clashed with House Democratic titans John Dingell and the late John Murtha.

Committee: JUDICIARY

Ranking member: Lamar Smith, Texas

Likely chairman: Lamar Smith, Texas (*)

Anaylsis: Done deal. Smith, a former reporter with the Christian Science Monitor, was elected in 1986 and his campaign was run by a then little-known operative named Karl Rove. Smith works well with Democrats and is a recognized party expert on cybersecurity, crime, and immigration policy.

Committee: NATURAL RESOURCES

Ranking member: Doc Hastings, Washington

Likely chairman: Doc Hastings, Washington (*)

Anaylsis: Hastings is a friend and ally of Boehner’s. He landed as ranking member last year but has made little mark, in part because of deep divisions on environmental policy between the parties.

Committee: OVERSIGHT AND GOVERNMENT REFORM

Ranking member: Darrell Issa, California

Likely chairman: Darrell Issa, California (*)

Anaylsis: Complete lock for a lawmaker who used to sell car-alarm systems. Issa has already used his minority staff to push for committeewide investigations in to White House interference in party primaries. Issa has already prepared a small binder of investigations and congressional reforms he intends to pursue. He’s 15th on the list of biggest donors to GOP candidates this cycle.

Committee: RULES*

Ranking member: David Dreier, California

Likely chairman: David Dreier, California (*)

Anaylsis: Done deal. Dreier gained this position through leadership appointment and is the only nonelected member of the formal GOP leadership team. His institutional knowledge and procedural ability and precision with its arcane language make him a cinch to regain the chairmanship he held from 1999
to 2006.

Committee: SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY

Ranking member: Ralph Hall, Texas

Likely chairman: Ralph Hall, Texas (*)

Anaylsis: Hall is next in line and wants the chairmanship, having never run a committee for his adopted Republican Party. Hall, 87, is the oldest member of the House. He was elected as a Democrat in 1980 but switched parties in 2004 when faced with new district lines and numerous potential GOP challengers.

Committee: SMALL BUSINESS

Ranking member: Sam Graves, Missouri

Likely chairman: Sam Graves, Missouri (*)

Anaylsis: Graves is in line and has ruffled no feathers; GOPers, for good reason, don’t see this as a marquee committee and will leave the regular progression of members in place.

Committee: STANDARDS OF OFFICIAL CONDUCT (ETHICS)*

Ranking member: Jo Bonner, Alabama

Likely chairman: Jo Bonner, Alabama (*)

Anaylsis: Service on this committee is a chore and nobody wants it. Bonner’s been a team player, serving on the Ethics Committee since 2007. With trials upcoming for Democrats Charles Rangel of New York and Maxine Waters of California, continuity is key.

Committee: TRANSPORTATION AND INFRASTRUCTURE

Ranking member: John Mica, Florida

Likely chairman: John Mica, Florida (*)

Anaylsis: Mica has been a subcommittee chairman or ranking subcommittee member since 2001 and has written laws on airport security and passenger screening. He’s also responsible for the law allowing pilots to carry handguns into the cockpit.

Committee: VETERANS’ AFFAIRS

Ranking member: Steve Buyer, Indiana

Likely chairman: Jeff Miller, Florida (**)

Anaylsis: Miller would jump four slots to land the chairmanship (Buyer and Henry Brown of South Carolina retired, and Jerry Moran of Kansas is running for governor). Fellow Floridian Cliff Stearns is the only member with more seniority. Miller’s the favorite because he’s taken veterans and defense issues to heart, and both factor prominently in his district.

Committee: WAYS AND MEANS

Ranking member: Dave Camp, Michigan

Likely chairman: Dave Camp, Michigan (*)

Anaylsis: Camp is sixth on the top-20 list of GOP incumbents contributing to challengers this cycle. This reinforces Camp’s insider credentials. He outraised Wally Herger of California and catapulted over him in 2008 to be the ranking member on Ways and Means. He also played a key role on welfare reform in 1996.

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When I was living in New Orleans during the Civil Rights Movement, old Leander Perez, the political and plantation boss of Plaquemine Parish, Louisiana, made a part of his living off selling cigarette lighters and pins and coffee mugs that all showed a Confederate soldier carrying a big Confederate flag, and giving the Rebel Yell, accompanied by in big banner type "The South Shall Rise Again." "By God, Leander, you kin kwit rollin' in yer grave. The South am risin' agin'. Soon thar'll be niggers back in our cottonfields! Yeeeeee Hawwww."

I don't think the next two years in this country are gonna be fun for we clear thinkers. We free thinkers. I don't think it's gonna be fun for Blacks--especially Blacks still living in the Bottoms of this country. Latinos, especially Mexicans (illegal or legal), have some hard times coming. Asians also shouldn't count on these White Republicans paying them any special favors. Asians ain't White in this bunch of pure-White racists's way of judging whether a man's Free, White, and 21 or not. Poor Whites, too, had better get ready to haul shit for the rest of their natural lives. And President Obama will certainly be dodging Republican impeachment efforts. Like I said in the above, Lamar Smith, a former Christian Science Monitor journalist and supposed expert on cybersecurity, is already hinting he thinks maybe Obama is impeachable--and I guarantee you if Obama wins a second term in 2012 and the Repugs keep the House, they will start impeachment proceedings against him. The Noble Lies will fly. The Noble Myths will be raised from the dead. The Bloody Shirts will be waving to beat sixty.

The most fundamental of Christians, the Holy Rollers, the Assembly of Godites, the Four-Square Gospel jokers (followers of Amy Semple McPherson, the California Bible-thumping Holy Roller gone Hollywood on whom the novel and the movie, Elmer Gantry, is based--Elmer originally being conceived in the image of Chicago's infamous old wacko Billy Sunday) truly believe we are in the End Time. These idiots are working themselves into frothful madness by being assured by nutjob multimillionaire (tax-free money) preachers that Jesus is coming back any day now--but especially on December 12, 2012 (a 12/12/12 date which has numerological supernatural powers to these super-superstitious creeps)--the universally agreed upon Doomsday--predicted by the Aztecs, the Mayans, Nostradamus, etc. And according to the The Daily Growler Hall of Famer Dr./Rev. Jack Van Impe, soon Russia and China will unite their armed forces to go against Israel--yep, which means the Battle of Armageddon, now referred to in Holy Roller lingo as World War III, is going to be a reality. Brother Jack also believes President Obama is the antiChrist because of his being chosen by the heathen Power Elite as the leader of the New World Order.

We are entering a great Age of Ignorance. The Age of Reason has no chance against this decadent age, this New Age...this Global Marketplace age....

By the way, Bill and Melinda Gates ain't worried 'bout a god-damn thing today. Let's see, Bill's got some phone calls to make, you know, lining up some lectures maybe--"Hon, do I have enough free miles on my American Airlines card to get to Cleveland by tomorrow afternoon?" "Ah, come on, Billy. I'm not using my jet..use that...besides, don't you own American Airlines, hon?"

Like I said, here in New York City, I see nobody suffering. As far as I can tell, the Repugs are correct--Obama is to blame for...why, one Repug said outloud that Obama is responsible for bailing out the banks, etc. Why that totally ignorant Black man in Florida, Allan West, is that his name, that fool says Obama is a far leftwing, liberal, socialist who is out, I suppose with the help of his militant Iman brothers, to destroy everything of value this country stands for.

I lay back in the comfort of my poverty. I live in the heart of New York City. America's greatest urban achievement. Can it fall? You bet it can. Why, there's a developer who wants to build the world's tallest building right next door to the Empire State Building, a landmark target that looms up over my neighborhood. We love putting up targets now for the future Noble Mythic al-Queda cells--sore-thumb edifices that cry out "Bring 'em on" as challenges to the world's mad-bombing nutjobs--unless Peter King searches 'em out and destroys them first. But don't worry, this incompetent fool will only succeed in taking away more of our rights to privacy and our rights to peace, love, and tie-dye. The Age of Dissent is a thing of our fictional liberal past. Enjoy the ride backwards into time. Back to the last years of the 19th Century when Blacks were still slaves and Mexicans were banditos and Injuns were Redskins and best dead and the White Man industrialists ruled the world--check out the names of those great White Men--why, heck fire, their names are still ruling over us--Chase Bank and CitiBank are Rockefeller creations; J.P. Morgan is still corrupting us; Charles Schwab--his extravagant mansion used to reign over Fifth Avenue in its mansion-glam heyday--is still around. Crazy old Charlie Dow's Dow-Jones averaging is still in place--the Bank of America--originally an Italian-American bank originating in California--said to be owned by the Jesuits, at least that's what I was told, is still around haunting our lives. And Goldman and Sachs? Are they new kids on the block? Oh no, these pirates have been around since the mid-19th Century.

From Wikipedia (Jimmy Wales needs millions of dollars--why, Jimmy?):
Goldman Sachs was founded in 1869 by German immigrant Marcus Goldman.[1][2] In 1882, Goldman's son-in-law Samuel Sachs joined the firm.[3] In 1885, Goldman took his son Henry and his son-in-law Ludwig Dreyfuss into the business and the firm adopted its present name, Goldman Sachs & Co.[4] The company made a name for itself pioneering the use of commercial paper for entrepreneurs and was invited to join the New York Stock Exchange (NYSE) in 1896.

In the early 20th century, Goldman was a player in establishing the initial public offering (IPO) market. It managed one of the largest IPOs to date, that of Sears, Roebuck and Company in 1906. It also became one of the first companies to heavily recruit those with MBA degrees from leading business schools, a practice that still continues today.[citation needed]

On December 4, 1928, it launched the Goldman Sachs Trading Corp. a closed-end fund with characteristics similar to that of a Ponzi scheme. The fund failed as a result of the Stock Market Crash of 1929, hurting the firm's reputation for several years afterward.[5] Of this case and others like Blue Ridge Corporation[6] and Shenandoah Corporation[7] John Kenneth Galbraith wrote: The Autumn of 1929 was, perhaps, the first occasion when men succeeded on a large scale in swindling themselves.

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So, there you go, folks. I dearly hope you are not as clear a thinker and simple solutionist as I am. If you are, you'd better learn to laugh as this ship sinks. The Christians will be on deck singing "Nearer My God to Thee," while A's like me (that's Atheist with the "theist" removed) will be shoved as flotsam down the garbage tubes--sent on my way to the Lake of Fire, which I assume is the Gulf of Mexico, which does seem like a body of water ripe to catching fire and turning into a burning hell.

thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler