Saturday, June 07, 2008
Bush: The Great Spigot Opener
From Mish's Global Economic Trend Analysis:
http://globaleconomicanalysis.blogspot.com/ (bold emphasis mine)
June 5, 2008
Sheer Force Of PersonalityDateline June 28th 2000 - The 2000 presidential campaignBush Would Use Power of Persuasion to Raise Oil Supply Gov. George W. Bush of Texas said today that if he was president, he would bring down gasoline prices through sheer force of personality, by creating enough political good will with oil-producing nations that they would increase their supply of crude."I would work with our friends in OPEC to convince them to open up the spigot, to increase the supply," Mr. Bush, the presumptive Republican candidate for president, told reporters here today. "Use the capital that my administration will earn, with the Kuwaitis or the Saudis, and convince them to open up the spigot."Asked why the Clinton administration had not been able to use the power of personal persuasion, Mr. Bush said: "The fundamental question is, 'Will I be a successful president when it comes to foreign policy?' "
and the article referenced above is: http://www.nytimes.com/library/politics/camp/062800wh-bush.html
It also contains such gems as:
Asked why the Clinton administration had not been able to use the power of personal persuasion, Mr. Bush said: "The fundamental question is, 'Will I be a successful president when it comes to foreign policy?' " and He was also asked to respond to remarks made this morning by Chris Lehane, press secretary to Vice President Al Gore, to reporters in Philadelphia. Mr. Lehane had criticized Republicans, and Senator Arlen Specter, Republican of Pennsylvania, in particular, for releasing reports last week that a Justice Department official had called for a special prosecutor to investigate Mr. Gore's fund-raising activities.
Mr. Lehane said that the Republicans were "turning the U.S. Congress into a scandal-industrial complex" and that Mr. Bush was "the C.E.O." of that. Mr. Bush dismissed Mr. Lehane's comments, saying, "It's frankly the type of politics people in America are sick of, this kind of finger pointing, calling names and trying to divert attention."
He returned to the subject after a subsequent question about how he would court independent voters in Michigan. He said he would "make the case that I'm the person that can change the tone of Washington, D.C.," and added, "Just give me a chance to be the president."
People like Condoleeza Rice say that the Bush Presidency will not be able to be evaluated until some time in the future, until the passions of a country lied to and betrayed will have cooled and the generation for whom the present and future were destroyed have passed away. Then and only then will the incredibly intelligent historians of the future age be able to fairly judge the Bush administration; the administration that presumed to ignore any law passed by Congress which it chose to ignore - an arrogant autocracy far beyond any claimed by George III leading to the American Revolution. I do not know for sure what the historians 100 years from now will say. I DO know that they shall be lecturing in unheated halls and writing with quills.
(resignation now!)
Resign Now!
The Misperception Of Catastrophe
We use the metaphor of the Roman Empire a good deal: its decline and fall, its paganism and opposition to Christianity; we love to either contrast our pure greatness to its alloyed form of eminence, or to parallel the crimes of those we disagree with to the crimes of Rome.
Yet, even though Rome did decline and fall, at the time the typical Roman probably did not see decline nor did he see fall. He probably thought change was for the better. Tempus fugit and all that, followed by a well deserved O tempora, O mores!
And even as the noose of the Imperium tightened around their necks and the severe Tiberius gave way to the corrupt Caligula, the Romans probably sat about drinking wine in the shade and formed committees to discuss reforms: reform the Imperium back to Republic, to reform the corn distribution, to reform the army, etc.
We suffer also. Our political leadership is a nonentity of fools who excel at self-enrichment. We slide into economic chaos and suffer the inane pratings of cheer leaders on Fox News. Worst of all, we cannot see the forest of disaster for the trees of our decline.
For example, people who count in Detroit discuss ways to improve the school system. They get together and meet. They hire new School Board Presidents...frequently, it seems. It seems business as usual. The graduation rate for Detroit schools is just under 25%. That is not a bit of slippage in standards; that is a complete disaster! The graduation rate might as well be 0%.
When you consider that among the 24.9% that graduate are included those they are moving along just to get rid of them and have not gained much from education, these figures show an educational system that has been destroyed, not one that needs a new President and some remedial measures. It is an educational Dresden after the bombing. It is Hiroshima. ...and the aftermath of the destruction is spread out for all to see.
The young are not educated...and now there are no jobs even for the educated! Yet the people of Detroit and the nation cannot face up to the fact that urban education has been vaporised and has disappeared. As we continue to plod our way to a dusky future, we shall see familiar signposts all the way and we shall not divine the imminent catastrophe...because we are God's chosen, because we are America and America never loses, because our minds are too small to comprehend the evanescence of pride.
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Sunday, June 01, 2008
Opaque Versus Transparent
I have received great praise which carries a great criticism enwrappt within the laudatory petals of its bloom: an old friend says she loves the blog, but finds it a bit obscure at times. Hmmm. I have never known how to deal with this. I mean, does one rattle on and on, explaining every bloody thing, totally assuming that one's readers are incapable of knowing things on their own and are strangers to our common history, thereby insulting one's audience?
For myself, I find it very hard slogging through blogging where the expositor feels the need to pad out their written matter of already dubious value with explanatory paragraph after paragraph of things they feel necessary to ensure a complete understanding of their oeuvre. However, others near and dear to m'self have said, "True, but...", this last conjunction being followed with an exasperated query as to why I feel the necessity to be obscure.
For example, sometimes I write in Latin. Well, everybody reads Latin...surely. When I was young in days of yore, I went to the library and read Toynbee's A Study Of History in its entirety. I was impressed on how Mr. Toynbee quoted the French and the German and the Classic Greek and Latin writers of history...and the Arabic writers who formed the bridge between Classic culture and the present day and who were the great travellers and historians of their age. He quoted them in their original form without translation. The unspoken assumption was that the reader had enough of the French, German, Latin, Greek, and Arabic that he should be able to muddle through.
Well, there you have it. Everybody should read a little Latin. I do not use Greek, because I have no font available for it. When I use Arabic, it is a horrible transliteration which pleases neither writer nor reader. My French is jejune, and my German tends more to a yiddische yenta's chatter. I guess I assume people are familiar with literature and cinema. Of course I do... The very last thing I shall do is provide a synopsis of a film or story for someone too slothful to immerse themselves in the narrative arts.
Go to films. Read books. You do not have to spend a lot of time. When I do not like a film, I get up and leave. And I usually give books 20 pages to establish some sort of empathy with me; failing that, they are tossed aside like the detritus which they are. My vocabulary? I write pretty much the way I speak. I repeat stock phrases over and over. How many times have I said "...like a yiddische yenta..."? Lots. Or "......like a momzer..."? Oodles and oodles. Someone took me to task about what I thought was a pretty good bon mot using the philosopher Martin Heidegger. It turns out they were not fully cognizant of Martin Heidegger qua philosopher, and they took it all ill, thinking I was somehow making fun of their epistemological deficiency.
Nothing, I repeat, nothing had been further from my mind. However, once they had brought this to my attention, I can assure you that I shall indeed be making fun of them sometime in the near future! In fact, now is as good a time as any. If anything, I am too transparent. My ideal is to try to present things and let the reader make the connections: present everything and by your presentation hint at the underlying logic you feel; then leave the reader to their own "A-ha!" experience. "A-ha!" experiences stay with people, whereas tedious didacticisms do not.
The whole process resembles how a film "means" , to steal a phrase; it resembles cinema more than essay writing. (I must admit that frequently the logic is a bit "non-linear" which seems to defeat the "mid-wifery" of this filmic process; instead of delivering the child of understanding, we seem to end up in a louche bar near Soho...) You will notice that I usually fall far short of this ideal. I say in my defence that I have only been working on it for a short time and shall strive for improvement.
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Saturday, May 31, 2008
The Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight...And The New Dolchstoss
The Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight is a title that pretty well describes the Bush administration. They had the arrogance of historical inevitability, but they were running a dog and pony show...the kids from "Our Gang" could have put on a better response to 9/11.
They could not shoot straight, figuratively and literally, but they certainly could torture people. They could actually set up a taxi system around the globe, abetted by various unsavory characters, and move the inmates of their mobile paranoid Star Chamber dungeon around the world for a little torture.
They could also subvert the Constitution of the USA. This will be their legacy. And even though future historians may condemn with praise faint and evanescent, we who suffered these fools most, we feel most keenly the sting of the unjust sitting in the place of power.
Now Scott McClellan has written his memoirs. Some condemn him for being a snitch; stabbing his former friends and workers in the back. The word is dolchstoss...stab in the back. It was a favorite among right-wing Germans back after World War I.
It is also being used in the present Krieg:
and is now being used to speak about Scott McClellan.
Some people say Mr. McClellan's credibility is zero. I ask what is the credibility of the Gang that couldn't shoot straight? If Mr. McClellan cannot be believed and the administration cannot be believed, exactly where have we landed ourselves? We have gone to our favorite place: the outer courtyard where we wail and gnash our teeth.
The quaint morality of not being a snitch, or not being a tattle-tale is not a fitting frame of mind to take before the acts of the people who have run this country over the past eight years. If ever the notion of a higher morality or a higher power meant anything, it means to stand up to the crimes we have allowed to be committed and repudiate them and their perpetrators. If we do not, the criminals will continue to spread their lies...and the future shall resemble the past...only more so...from this:
to this:
Friday, May 30, 2008
What I Like...
Yassir...A Cup Of The Black, Please.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Book Burning
The Present Crisis And The Future Catastrophe
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Cool News
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Boss Haggee And Uncle Joe
I think somehow the desire to get rich off charading as a public servant and buffoonery are genetically interlinked. When Jesus said to go forth and teach the nations, He did not give any details about how to go about doing it. The first Christians went about humbly and visited Christian enclaves across the Roman Empire, depending on the good will of the local Christians for support and sustenance. John Haggee decided to become a Televangelist and make a great deal of money, more money than James, the brother of Jesus, ever saw as the head of the Christians in Jerusalem; more than Paul ever saw in all his travels.
John Haggee and his ilk are the Mighty whom Mary says will be cast down from their thrones. They are monsters of spiritual abuse... And they are liars worse than Simon Magus. All these who crave for and worship Armageddon will get what they wish...they will swim in their own river of blood they see flowing in the Promised Land.
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Let's Drill In Alaska!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Whoopie For Europe!
Yayhoo! Go Bo!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Not Housing Bubble, But Junk Housing Bubble
George Bush Waits Tables In Saudi Arabia
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Filler
Friday, May 16, 2008
What if...?
What If ...?:
...there was a society, or a nation, if you will, that having undergone a horrendous nightmare of a World War, never really woke up from it? They continued wars against lesser countries, but at a cost surpassing that of fighting greater foes?
...the people continued to rail at each other, calling each other the ancient names of the hated and defeated enemy as if in some magical dance? But the ancient names had no power anymore...except in the minds of the deluded.
...we could never stop calling each other "Hitler"?
What If ...?:Politics, Racism, And That Anti-Woman Thingie ( It's Name Escapes Me)
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Belief
Israel's 60th
Market Failure
Captain Renault Is Shocked To Discover ...
A Part Of This Country Stinks
Sunday, May 11, 2008
The High Price Of Oil
zooming in of the ledger books atop the safe at the left of the frame:
and rotating we see:
where we see "oil wells drilling", "oil wells flowing", and "oil wells kaput", the latter volume bound with a black ribbon.
Uncle Sam Scrooge
Embedded Masterpieces: The Village
Saturday, May 10, 2008
A Vote For Billary?
Friday, May 09, 2008
The Politics Of Fear And Hate
Thursday, May 08, 2008
The Seldon Vault Opens On Terminus: Peak Oil...
"...after the Americans finally came to realize that oil had indeed peaked, they accepted their new and less flamboyant way of life. They no longer foolishly fought against energy conservation and morosely accepted the wisdom of those they had previously termed "tree huggers". Then suddenly it was the turn of Climate Change to hold class for them, and it promised to be another hard lesson......"
Salvor Hardin pulled a cigar out of his pocket and lit it...with a wry smile...and a match.The American Spectator
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
The Burn...48326
Welcome To The Third World, Suckers
In Which We Speak Of Creepy and Greeee-zzy
They call it "tea and a touch" blatantly and angelically open-faced and brazen, meaning they will hit me up for funds.
If I have been given a heads-up about their impending arrival, I am usually able to slip into my stage trousers of the deep pockets I keep empty for times like these. When the time comes for a "touch", I am able to pull out my pockets and show them the long linen, saying things in my stumbling Arabic such as "I have gambled all my coins or lucre on the sporting clubs!"
Once we have gotten past this pantomime, we are able to interact without our masks on: their pantomime mask of nepotial piety (nepotial from the same root that gives us "nepotism"; i.e., nepos="nephew") and I my pantomime mask of avuncular sympathy, and it is all gung-ho for the Earl Grey and chocolates.
On this particular day, we decided to speak as if we were newspapermen in Chicago in the 1920's transported to present-day America and writing about the economy. Thus, we spoke of Angelo "Greasy Finger" Mozillo and Countrywide Bank. The "greasy" part, pronounced "greeee-zzy", refers to tanning butter. There was Allen "Creepy" Greenspan, Stanley "Schemer" O'Neal of Merril Lynch, James "Jimmie Hat" Cayne of Bear Stearns, and Ben "Choirboy" Bernanke.
We swerved into other areas of public fame. There was George "Po' Boy" Bush (I am informed it is a type of sandwich), Richard "Dirty Dog" Cheney, Donald "Lemons" Rumsfeld ( he looks as if he sucks lemons...all the time), Paul "Bet a Billion" Wolfowitz, and William "B-S" Kristol.
Scarface would feel at home.
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Monday, May 05, 2008
The Gas Tax Scheme
It is just more of the Bush "Don't bother your pretty little heads about it. Just go to the mall and shop." It is more smoke and mirrors. The true elitists are those in office. They make every effort to distract the public's gaze from real issues and focus it on trivia, whether it be nonsense gas tax holidays, the Reverend Jeremiah Wright as Obama's eminence grise, McCain's...well, I don't seem to be aware of anything about McCain, substantive or vacuous. I'm voting New Dem!
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Reprise With Musical Score And Foley Effects
Narcissistic Satisfaction
How Long Will The Violence Last? (The Walls Of Belfast And Doors Of Dublin)
This depicts the part of the Berlin Wall where someone has inscribed "Who Stop The War?", painted a Mogen David, and printed "Die Flagge Bassiert auf dem humanistischen Grundgedanken von Frieden und Einheit aller Volker..." und so wieder. Nifty or what? Speaking of Mogen David, we have the Wall of Israel...
and the Wall of Texas...
and the only Wall that is endangered is the Berlin Wall...
See Berlin O Philia for The Berlin Wall is Dying .
(and I wonder whether another Communist fault was their inability to build walls like Capitalism can...)
Which all brings us to the point where we ask whether, when Robert Frost said there there is something which does not like a wall, he pondered on that corner of the soul that is all gung-ho for a wall or two.
There is an article on the walls of Belfast, Ireland which had been erected 30 years ago to keep the fighting factions apart. These walls are doing well. In fact, they are thriving. No signs of any abnormally early desuetude. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080503/ap_on_re_eu/the_walls_of_belfast
Despite peace, Belfast walls are growing in size and number
The site for the Walls of Belfast ( or was it the Doors of Dublin?) is http://www.belfastinterfaceproject.org/interfacemap.asp So perhaps it takes the minimum of 1 generation, or 30 or so years. The wall in Israel comes about after the end of 2 generations, or 60 or so years. Therefore, Mr. McCain might be a bit high in his guesstimate of 100 years, but he is a damned sight closer than my paltry 10 years: the USA will be involved in the fighting in Iraq until at least 2063, plus or minus a quartacentennial part thereof. (The Pentagon, in order to be able to properly speak of the new phenomenon of Unending War has set up a committee of a number of brainy types, me included, to devise a lexicography. Thus, a quartacentennial is a 25 year period or a quarter of a century. Why not say "quarter of a century"? Would you actually expect that from someone who spends $500 on a toilet seat?)
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Reverend Jeremiah Wright
One's Parents
Friday, May 02, 2008
Get Out The Vote!
Do not ever let this happen again!
Hello, Lenin ! ( encore )
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Magic Wand
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
A Clockwork Campaign
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Ius Primae Noctis And Ius Primi Mane
As time wore on, and wear it does when you are talking about such things as ius primae noctis, a veritable high speed sander wearing down the highs and lows of the woodwork of real conversation, talk took a buffoonish turn. The interesting ius, if such a ius primum inter iures pares were to exist, would be the ius primi mane, or the right of the first morning. This is the right to wake up from a lordly drunken stupor the next morning ( and it has to be a drunken revelry the night before, else, whence the expression "drunk as a lord"? ) and be set immediately to sobriety's rights by looking over at the lady snoring next to him.
I do not believe there was a latin word for coyote, so we have gone quite far enough with this. I do not know why I think its funny to mix learning and bar jokes. Perhaps I fancy myself to be Catullus.
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