Josh Wolf is out of jail. He's the longest jailed journalist ever, over 7 months in a California pokey for not going along with the Feds in terms of some video he shot at a anti-Iraq-War protest in San Francisco last year.
Josh Wolf is a BLOGGER, gang. That's how he started, a video blogger, and he's very young and very innocent sounding, but then that's fine with me; it was the young people who bellied up to the Feds in the anti-VietNam-War movement, the hippies, the beats, the anarchists, the lefties, the real musicians, the poets, the writers--yep, a poet and a writer especially must produce guides to people who live in fantasy worlds, those worlds in which most of us live, depending on how we define our realities, most definitions totally off the mark when it comes to scientific evidence. I saw a recent poll: 70% of Amuricans still believe God created the world and us especially in HIS (always Big Daddies are males) image (PhotoShop 7?) and don't believe in evolution (EVILution to them) (Praise the Ham-fat Lard, saith those great men of science like pig-jowled Jerry "The World Is Flat" Falwell and Prissy Pat "I'd Rather a Race Horse on Earth Than a Mansion in Heaven-Well, Hell, I've Already Got Five Mansions on Earth, So Bring on the Ponies" Robertson who are saying to us leftwinger/commie/anarchist/heathen they actually talk to Big Daddy himself--whether it's in their sleep--you know, in their dreams, or whether it's through text messaging over their cell phones they don't specify except they say Big Daddy says that we are full of shit and that he is a big superhuman Supreme Father who lives in some distant fairyland (read: Disneyland) in some distant part of unmapped space, a celestial city made of gold and diamonds and earthly valuable things like that. Ain't that amazing how six-thousand years ago (the age of the Earth to the Holy Rolling True Believers) the Holy ones knew of diamonds, gold, and shit like that--the whole basis for religions--careers for Holy Men--and now women--Praise the Lard of Lards (Pure Pork Belly Fat Lard, Too, Ye Heathen)).
Oh how sick I am of these religious assholes ruling us, and I'm talkin' Christian, Jew, Muslim, Seventh-Day Adventist, Cargo, or Cannibal, whatever your cult, all of 'em; they've been overleering at my life since I first started thinkin' in Enid, Oklahoma, back when I was two years old and hanging out in a sandpile behind a garage with two young babes, the tall skinny one of which, the older of which, I liked a lot and was learning to look up her skirt and stuff and dig and stuff, and her name was Dorothy (Enid is just a few bunch of crow miles just southeast of from where Dorothy of the red slippers fame (Wizard of Oz reference) was from (Liberal, Kansas)). I would have gladly in those days been blown away on a tornado with my Dorothy...sorry, Toto, I had no dog in Enid and neither did my sandbox lover Dorothy. Later I really did have a dog named Spot. Truth up!
These blogs offer otherwise unheard growlers like me a chance to put it all out in the ethereal--read it if you want to, click the move to the next blog in the blogosphere if you don't like it...tarry on, but, I guarantee you you ain't gonna find a blog like this anywhere on the dial.
One blogger today is taking credit for breaking the news that Oren "Nutjob Mormon" Hatch (he belongs in the nuthatch) might replace Alberto "Speedy" Gonzales as our next cartoon-character Attorney General, but, hell, I told you this on April Fool's Day, Sunday, when I saw Oren primping and pompously pouting his self-adoration on one of those network pig-jowled millionaire reporters's programs, like Eat the Press or the ex-priest's bullshit blaring of trumpets, the Mac-"Laughing-All-the-Way-to-His-Bank" Bullshit Session, with that prime evil agitator the great ex-liberal Missouran, Patrick Pukehanan--what a piece of misinformed living-out-his-intincts crap this phony is--ignore him; believe me, he'll go away. So will the ex-priest, though ex-priests make a good living off television--like the old original, Bishop Fulton J. Sheen--and what a boy-loving trick jive artist of a phony BS that asshole was.
The Daily Growler only gets attention from wood s lot, languagehat, and the Vachel Lindsay Society, but whatever, The Growler was way ahead of the blogger taking credit on BuzzFlash for this breaking noose--I mean news, of course. Old jokes; tired horse.
From the Sword of Jack Spicer
"When the house falls you wonder
If there will ever be poetry
And you shiver in the timbers wondering
If there will ever be poetry
When the house falls you shiver
In the vacant lumber of your poetry.
Beauty is so rare a thing, Pound sang.
So few drink at my fountain."
[From Fifteen False Propositions Against God, #V, The Collected Books of Jack Spicer, Black Sparrow Press, Los Angeles, 1975.]
thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler
Keeping Up With the Kurds
Saudi Arabia offers Kurds 2 billion dollars to give up Kirkuk
| dpa German Press Agency Published: Tuesday April 3, 2007 |
Baghdad- A Shiite newspaper published in Baghdad reported
Tuesday that Kurdistan President Massoud Barzani had turned down a
2-billion-dollar offer from the Saudis in return for giving up
demands to have oil-rich Kirkuk as the capital of Kurdistan.
Al-Bianh al-Jadidah newspaper said that the Saudi offer was made
to Barzani and Iraqi Deputy Prime Minister Borham Saleh when they
visited Saudi Arabia last month.
The Saudis asked for a 10-year freeze on the Kurdish demand to
incorporate Kirkuk in the north of Iraq into Kurdistan.
The newspaper said that an Iraqi government source, who did not
want to be named, said both Barzani and Saleh had declined to give in
to Saudi pressure to give up the "Kurds' historical rights to the
city."
No Impeachment on the Table? It's Hard to Believe, Isn't It?
Kirkuk, by the way, is in the middle of the largest producing oilfield in Iraq.
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