Thursday, January 03, 2008

MORE OBSTRUCTION AND CAUCUS RAP




GWB: Dick? This is the Decider.

DC: Quack. What's up?

GWB: Obstruction.

DC: Obstruction of your bowels again?

GWB: No, obstruction of justice.

DC: O.K. What kind?

GWB: Torture.

DC: We don't torture, remember?

GWB: But those tapes showed we did.

DC: That's why I ordered their destruction.

GWB: Two of the fellows on that 9/11 Commission are saying that we obstructed justice.

DC: Quack! No problem. We'll be long gone from the Executive Office by the time the courts ever get to their final arguments.

GWB: Good. Thanks. Retirement looks better and better all the time.

DC: Quack!

GWB: O.K. I have to get back to work on my memoirs and legacy. Happy hunting. Don't shoot anyone.

DC: Quack! Quack!





Romney isn't
For
Hominy
Huckabee is
For
Homily
Hillary is
For
Pillory
McCain
Isn't
Insane
Edwards is
For
Leopards
(If you have a more logical rhyme please put in your dime)
Barack
Isn't for
Iraq
Bloomberg
Is a
Lurking
Iceberg
Ron Paul
Is in
The stall.



IT'S THE OIL STUPID!

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

REMEMBERING AFGHANISTAN: JANUARY 1, 1977



KABUL

 KABUL


 BAMIAN
 BAMIAN


 BAMIAN


It was not even dawn, yet, when the 747 slowly taxied on a moonless and silent runway.
There was an eerie silence in the chilly air.
I had gone to Afghanistan as a Peace Corps volunteer to teach English at Kabul University.
My students were young men and women.
They were reserved, serious and polite.
The young men sat on one side of the room, and the young women on the other side.
I used one textbook.
I think it was called Modern English.
It was mostly conversational drills that required me to model words and phrases, and then students repeated what I said.
They seemed satisfied with my "instruction".
There were no tests (unlike my present role here in Texas where I am more of a tester than a teacher).
The campus had no running water and no electricity.
When it got really cold, a small metal container had a small and fairly useless fire burning inside it.
I wore layered clothing under my coat.
My fingers still got cold inside my down-filled leather gloves.

Kabul was a lively city.
There was an abundant variety of fruit and vegetables.
Tons of raisins.
Lots of melons.
Very little beef or chicken.
Gazillions of gallons of tea, tea, tea.
I was almost completely weaned from drinking coffee.
The tea was delicious and clean-tasting.
In the summer, snow was brought down from the Hindu Kush to make ice-cream.

Two of my most memorable moments were when I took bus rides to Jalalabad and Bamian.
I went to Bamian on a weekend excursion.
I went to Jalalabad as part of my duties as a Peace Corps teacher to observe a school and its teaching outside of Kabul.
Here is information about Jalalabad and Bamian:

Jalālābād (Pashto/Persian: جلال آباد) is a city in eastern Afghanistan. Located at the junction of the Kabul and KunarNangarhar province. It is linked by approximately 90 miles (140 km) of highway with the city of Kabul to the west and about the same distance with Peshawar in Pakistan to the east. Jalalabad is the largest city of east Afghanistan as well as its social and business center.

Bamian

Bamian (bumyän') [key], town (1984 est. pop. 52,000), capital of Bamian prov., N central Afghanistan, on the Kunduz River. The population is predominantly Hazara. It was long a major caravan center on the route across the Hindu Kush between India and central Asia. By the 7th cent. the town was a center of Buddhism; the Chinese pilgrims Fa Hsien and Hsüan-tsang traveled through the town. Bamian was invaded by the Saffarids in 871. A Muslim fortress town from the 9th to the 12th cent., Bamian was sacked by Jenghiz Khan in 1221 and never regained its former prominence.

The Bamian valley is lined with cave dwellings cut out of the cliffs by Buddhist monks. Particularly interesting were two great figures (one 175 ft/53 m high, the other 120 ft/37 m) carved from rock and finished in fine plaster. The statues were destroyed, however, in 2001 by the Taliban, which considered them idolatrous. The area also has grottoes decorated with wall paintings in Greco-Buddhist styles.

I wrote about these two experiences on my blog called Afghanistan Journey.
A fellow volunteer, Michael Giotis, photographed me while I stood below the giant Buddha.
Here is a poem that I wrote about my visit to Bamian:

Girl With a Scythe

To the people of Afghanistan

Echoes of Tamerlane, Genghis Khan, and Alexander
Were found in turquoise, opal, and
amethyst dreams

Young vagabonds slept on Persian rugs
Beneath heaven's pastures far below tall
Buddhas on
Bamian's plains.

While bright on Earth green grass grew under
falling rain

Above the sky lit up dark echoed man's
last refrain:

We hail the rains to bring us
back to life

We hail the rains to remove this mortal
rule of knife

But thunder shouted and sirens cried
People hurried
They fought and died.
Echoes of Tamerlane, Genghis Khan, and Alexander
Were found in turquoise, opal, and
amethyst dreams

Young vagabonds slept on Persian rugs
Beneath heaven's pastures
Far below tall
Buddhas on
Bamian's plains
.



IT'S THE OIL STUPID!

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

FIRST POEM OF THE NEW YEAR


Song of a Man Who Has Come Through






Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!

A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!

If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
5If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed

By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world

Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;

If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge

Driven by invisible blows,
10The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.



Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,

I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,

Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.



What is the knocking?
15What is the knocking at the door in the night?

It is somebody wants to do us harm.



No, no, it is the three strange angels.

Admit them, admit them


This poem is by D.H. Lawrence.
I read it today, this first day of 2008.
It is one of Lawrence's more optimistic poems.
He moaned much about the conditions of
his own time, and warned against a mechanical world.
He whined a lot about the effects of Money & Progress.
I wonder what he would write today about Progress in our
electronic and computerized world.
Would it be angels knocking?



IT'S THE OIL STUPID!


Sunday, December 30, 2007

FOREIGN POLICY

The Taliban in Pakistan.

C.I.A. in Afghanistan

(Well, you'd better make that everywhere and anywhere there are national interests).

Hand-picked Dictators.

Not Liberators.

If you're needed

You'll be greeted.

As friend not foe.

If you do as you're told

Then you will get some gold.

Play only by our rules

Or you will get the screws

(And water-boarding).

Our policy

Is

To spread

Democracy

With

Our

Technocracy

and

Theocracy

Of

War.

IF YOU'RE NOT WITH US

THEN YOU'RE AGAINST US.

IT'S THE OIL STUPID!





Weekend Edition


December 29 / 30, 2007

Blowback from an Unholy Alliance

The U.S. and Pakistan After 9/11

By GARY LEUPP

Immediately after 9-11 the U.S. government began barking orders to the world, especially to the Muslim world. Perhaps echoing unconsciously the Christian scripture passages Matthew 12:30 and Luke 11:23, it proclaimed, "Either you are with us, or with the terrorists." Remember those terrifying days, of omnipresent institutionalized ritualistic grief, anger and mandated unity, when any questioning was met with official indignation, threats, or punishment? When everything was supposed to be so clear? When above all, the national need to attack somebody---some Muslims---was supposed to be obvious, and the attack on Afghanistan in particular framed as common sense?

In Afghanistan, the Taliban was told that Washington would not distinguish between terrorists and the regimes that harbor them. The Taliban was of course one of the fundamentalist Islamist groups emerging from the long U.S. effort (1979-93) to topple the Soviet-supported secular regime. The Taliban in power from 1996 had netted some aid from a Washington deeply interested in Afghan oil pipeline construction, and also received aid and diplomatic support from Pakistan. Pakistan's CIA (the Inter-Service Intelligence or ISI) had helped create the Taliban in order (as Benazir Bhutto later explained) to secure the trade route into Central Asia.

The Taliban, then with U.S. aid suppressing opium poppy production with extraordinary success, and manifesting no special hostility towards Washington, was ordered to hand over 9-11 mastermind Osama bin Ladin. But Pashtun culture (far more than most cultures) mandates that guests receive hospitality and protection, and bin Ladin, a periodic visitor from 1984 and permanent resident since 1996, was no ordinary guest. He had raised or supplied from his personal funds millions of dollars for the anti-Soviet Mujahadeen (which one must always emphasize was supported by him as well as the U.S.), and fought against the secular "socialist" Afghan regime in the name of Islam. Taliban leader Mullah Omar could not simply turn him over to the Americans and maintain any credibility with his own social base. On the other hand, the Taliban did not wish to provoke an invasion. So the Afghans asked for evidence of bin Ladin's complicity in the attacks. Washington treated the request as absurd. The Afghans offered to turn bin Ladin over to an international court of Islamic jurists. The U.S. reiterated its demand that bin Ladin be transferred to American authorities immediately, knowing this was not going to happen and that it would thus have a popularly accepted casus belli.

Meanwhile Pakistan's dictator-president Gen. Pervez Musharraf was told by the U.S. State Department that Pakistan must cut ties to the Taliban. "Be prepared to be bombed. Be prepared to go back to the Stone Age," he was told by U.S. Secretary of State Colin Powell, through his deputy Richard Armitage, if he was unwilling to cooperate in the destruction of Afghanistan's Taliban regime. Musharraf was also ordered to host U.S. troops and prevent anti-U.S. demonstrations in his country. Briefly Pakistan protested that it might be better to preserve diplomatic ties with the Taliban government, in order to influence it to cooperate with the U.S. which (one must repeat) had not hitherto had an unfriendly relationship with the U.S. But caving into the U.S. diktat, angering ISI officers deeply invested in Taliban support, risking a coup or assassination, Musharraf complied with U.S. demands. He was rewarded with the removal of U.S. sanctions imposed after Pakistan's nuclear tests in 1998, and promises of massive aid as the U.S. prepared to bomb Afghanistan, topple the Talibs and impose following their downfall a government of Afghans willing to work with Washington. This of course turned out to be a government dominated by the Northern Alliance, a collection of non-Pashtuns including Uzbek and Tajik warlords hostile to Pakistan and supported by India and Iran.

The U.S. bombed; the Taliban fell, for the most part retreating to ancestral villages and lying low, monitoring the situation, seeking opportunities for resurgence. Few Americans at the time questioned the Bush administration's ready conflation of the Taliban and al-Qaeda, but the two were and are appreciably different. Al-Qaeda is a mostly Arab but multinational global network of Islamists hostile to the U.S. and its policies towards the Muslim world, growing in strength due to the continuation of those policies; the Taliban is a primarily Pashtun organization reflecting traditional Afghan Muslim fundamentalist values and fiercely opposed to foreign domination. The former is sophisticated, headed by well-educated men; the latter is largely illiterate, headed by clerics learned only in Islamic literature. The former wants to attack multiple targets to foment a generalized confrontation between the West and Islam; the latter wants to mind its own house and maintain Afghan traditions with all their xenophobic, medieval, patriarchal, misogynistic, anti-intellectual appeal.

A mix of Taliban militants and al-Qaeda forces resisted the U.S. invasion; hundreds at least escaped into Pakistan's Federally-Administered Tribal Areas and North-West Frontier Province. Having driven bin Ladin and his followers out of Afghanistan, the U.S. declared a great victory and without skipping a beat moved on to invade and occupy Iraq, which had nothing to do with 9-11. The latter crime inevitably produced outrage globally, but particularly in Muslim countries like Pakistan, where the prestige of bin Ladin, already high in 2001, has soared ever since. (A recent poll showed his approval rating at 46%, compared to Musharraf's 38% and Bush's 9%.)

Preoccupied with establishing an empire, U.S. leaders lost interest in al-Qaeda. Indeed in March 2002 President Bush referring to bin Ladin declared, "I truly am not that concerned about him." As for the al-Qaeda forces in Pakistan (whose very existence close U.S. ally Musharraf denied), they were Pakistan's problem. The U.S. had unleashed a huge problem on the Pakistani state by invading its neighbor, toppling the Afghan government, and forcing al-Qaeda to relocate into Pakistan where sympathetic tribesmen (who have always resisted firm incorporation into the state) offered them safe haven. Pashtuns straddle the boundary of the two countries; Pakistani Pashtuns are largely sympathetic to the Taliban, and now a Pakistani Taliban is growing in strength in the Taliban and elsewhere.

Thus the "good war" in Afghanistan preceding the generally discredited war-based-on-lies in Iraq was in fact a very bad war so far as Pakistan was concerned. It brought Afghanistan a new warlord government, in which opium is again the chief commercial crop, prettified by a "democratic" election and the appointment of a longtime CIA contact, Hamid Karzai as president and de facto mayor or Kabul. It is increasingly challenged by the recrudescent Taliban and new recruits who have regained control of much of the south. Karzai from his weak position keeps offering them peace talks, which they reject, demanding the invaders leave before any negotiations.

For the U.S. the "good war" has meant 474 soldiers dead (116 so far this year); "coalition" dead have increased every year since 2003 and almost as many European troops have died during the last two years as Americans. Support for the Afghan mission has declined in Europe as its relevance to "counter-terrorism" becomes increasingly unclear and its character as an unwinnable counterinsurgency effort becomes more apparent.

The war in Afghanistan saddled Musharraf with a mounting Islamist rebellion in the Swat Valley and elsewhere; grave dissatisfaction within the military at the unprecedented deployment in the frontier provinces (where troops have performed poorly and unenthusiastically against Islamists); and personal unpopularity related both to his ties to the U.S. and to his abuses of power. Adding to his woes, the U.S. military struck targets within his country (without his consent, he claims), and threatened to take further action against Taliban or al-Qaeda forces in Pakistan. Then the Pakistani Chief Justice opposed his bid to run for president again, and needed to be arrested, causing a nasty political crisis. In an embarrassment to Musharraf the Supreme Court ordered the justice's release. In the meantime supporters of former prime ministers Benazir Bhutto and Nawaz Sharif clamored for their return.

The natural thing for a beleaguered strongman to do in such circumstances would be to declare a state of emergency and assume emergency powers. But the U.S. State Department told him no, don't do that, let Bhutto come back, work out some accommodation with her. Let the two of you share power and erect an anti-terrorist united front. So Musharraf hesitated until November, when he did indeed declare a state of emergency, meeting with Washington's public disapproval. The U.S. threatened to cut off some non-military aid if he didn't quickly lift martial law and hold elections in which Bhutto might compete. Musharraf negotiated with Bhutto, trading cancellation of corruption charges against her for his agreement to respect the constitutional provision that disallowed him to be both president and military officer at the same time.

Quite possibly Musharraf was thinking, "These people, who have already done so much to destabilize Pakistan, now want to destabilize it further by forcing me into this." But he did, and Bhutto got killed, maybe by his people (cui bono?), maybe by al-Qaeda, maybe by homegrown Islamists angered by Bhutto's Washington ties, which are even more intimate than Musharraf's.

Maybe Musharraf will now cancel the election. Maybe he will hold it, arranging to win big. Either way, Washington analysts agree his position is weakened by the assassination. Pakistan, more or less stable as of 2001, has in the interval been knocked off balance by U.S. action in the region. Told it must be for or against the U.S., it was obliged to obey, with grim results.

Unprecedented militant Islamism. Unprecedented support for bin Ladin and al-Qaeda. Unprecedented support for the Taliban. Unprecedented Taliban-like attacks on Buddhist monuments, parts of Pakistan's cultural heritage. The assassination of a popular pro-Western political figure on whom the U.S. State Department had placed its bets. Anti-Musharraf rioting in the wake of the assassination. Dire consequences indeed of Musharraf's alliance.

Gary Leupp is Professor of History at Tufts University, and Adjunct Professor of Comparative Religion. He is the author of Servants, Shophands and Laborers in in the Cities of Tokugawa Japan; Male Colors: The Construction of Homosexuality in Tokugawa Japan; and Interracial Intimacy in Japan: Western Men and Japanese Women, 1543-1900. He is also a contributor to CounterPunch's merciless chronicle of the wars on Iraq, Afghanistan and Yugoslavia, Imperial Crusades.

He can be reached at: gleupp@granite.tufts.edu




Weekend Edition


December 29 / 30, 2007

Call Off the War Dogs at the New York Times

Stop Meddling in Pakistan!

By JACOB G. HORNBERGER

I've got a better idea: the U.S. government should butt out of Pakistani affairs -- as well as the affairs of Iraq, Iran, Korea, Venezuela, Haiti, Cuba, and all the rest.

My gosh, what does it take for interventionists to finally realize that the solution to the messes that interventionism causes is not more interventionism but rather no more interventionism?

Does anyone need to remind the Times of the messes that U.S. interventionism has produced in the Middle East, especially in Iraq? Or how about U.S. interventionism in Pakistan itself? After all, it's not as though the U.S. government has not been involving itself heavily in the internal affairs of Pakistan. Don't forget that ever since 9/11 the Bush administration has been funneling millions of dollars in U.S. taxpayer money into the coffers of Pakistan's unelected dictator, Pervez Musharraf, and his military goons.

Exactly what "badly battered democratic institutions" in Pakistan is the Times referring to? The fact that a brutal military dictator took power in a coup and has been in charge of the government ever since? The fact that this brutal military dictator has instituted martial law in the hope of retaining his grip on power? The fact that this brutal military dictator has dissolved the country's Supreme Court and jailed justices, judges, and lawyers for refusing to toe his line?

Pardon me, but since when does a military dictatorship constitute a "battered democratic institution"? I always thought that dictatorship constituted the absence of democratic institutions.

What business does the U.S. government have meddling and intervening in the internal political affairs of Pakistan? After all, wouldn't the feds go ballistic if some foreign regime -- say, in Cuba or Venezuela -- involved itself with the internal political affairs of the United States?

Oh, and by the way, at the risk of asking a discomforting question of the neo-cons: Do you still maintain that President Bush invaded Iraq to spread democracy (after the WMDs failed to materialize), given his longtime ardent and enthusiastic support of Pervez Musharraf, one of the most brutal unelected military dictators in the world? And just out of curiosity, are you more pleased with the results of U.S. interventionism in Pakistan than you are with the results of U.S. interventionism in Iraq?

One problem with the Times and so many other interventionists is that when it comes to interventionism, hope springs eternal. No matter how big the mess that previous interventions have produced, the eternal hope is that the next intervention will prove to be the magic elixir that finally makes things right.

It will never happen. Interventionism is an inherently defective paradigm. No matter what the Bush administration does to intervene further into Pakistani affairs, the result will only be worse, especially for Americans, than the situation that currently exists.

Yes, bad things happen all over the world. They always have and always will. But U.S. interventionism only makes the United States part of the messes and also makes the messes worse. When will Americans finally wise up and realize that our Founding Fathers, who counseled against foreign entanglements and foreign meddling, were right and that the neo-con interventionists are flat wrong?

Jacob Hornberger is founder and president of The Future of Freedom Foundation.



Saturday, December 29, 2007

SUICIDE TRANQUILIZERS AND THE WOMAN WITH RED HAIR




I left Colorado one winter and went to Florida with some friends.
Colorado was all snow...ice...
And
Burrr...
COLD!
I guess there were five of us.
No women went.
All of us pitched in to pay for gas and oil.
This particular truck really liked to drink the oil.
I think most of our money paid for its oil addiction.
Dan was the owner of the truck and he did the driving.
He was a good driver.
It was smooth-sailing to Florida.
I remember the wonderful smell of the tropical warmth as we got closer and closer to Florida.
It was better than any dream.
Florida was not the first time that I had seen an ocean.
(I lived in Boston the summer of '68 and visited Revere Beach.
I was not too impressed.
It was gray and polluted.)



All of us needed work.
We were all broke.
We stood on a street corner and a man in a big cadillac stopped and rolled down his window.
"You guys want to work?"
One harmonious yell of yes was given.
The man said,
"Get in."
He sped off.
It was a waterbed factory.
Blue waterbeds.
Blue and smelly plastic.
Our duties were two-fold:
Either pack waterbeds into boxes or pull apart waterbeds that had just come "out" of the waterbed machines.
Sometimes the plastic was still warm when you separated the waterbeds at their seams.
When I packed the beds into boxes, I sometimes would write little poetic messages on the boxes.
I don't know if the people who got the boxes liked this or not, but I enjoyed doing it.
Only Dan had a place to sleep.
He slept in his truck.
I slept wherever I could.
Hotel lawns.
The beach.
It seemed like I stayed up most of my days and nights when I wasn't working.
I enjoyed walking up and down the beach.
Watching.
One night I met a woman who was wearing a long fur coat, and had on one of those huge hats with a lot of feathers that women used to wear.
She had long, red hair and dark, green eyes.
We started walking on the warm sand.
Talking.
About what I really don't recall.
She offered me some tranquilizers.
I swallowed a couple.
The warm ocean breeze, the pounding waves, and walking with this beautiful woman that had red hair and green eyes, bathed my senses in pleasure, especially when we kissed.
We kissed a lot.
She looked at me and said,
"You look like Clint Eastwood."
I was going to disagree, but figured that I shouldn't spoil a good thing.
I even started to talk like Clint Eastwood.
What a cool dude.
It turned out that she had two children, and was separated from her husband.
The night that I visited her apartment she played George Harrison's song My Sweet Lord.
The song was appropriate for the mixed-up emotions I was having.
She and I didn't stay together and we went our separate ways.
But it was fun while it lasted.
Her name was Jackie.


One moonless night as I was sauntering down the beach, I squinted my eyes and saw a person out in the middle of the crashing waves, standing on a large rock.
I yelled,
"Hey, what are you doing?"
He replied,
"I'm going to kill myself."
I shouted back,
"Don't do that. Come here and I'll buy you a cup of coffee."
That did the trick.
He got off of the wave-battered rock and walked over to me.
"Thanks", he said. "If you hadn't showed up I would have jumped."
I bought him a cup of coffee.
We didn't talk that much.
Then he walked away.
I don't know if he tried to kill himself again.
Maybe he did this as a way to get people to buy him food and drinks.


IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!

Thursday, December 27, 2007

WAR BUSINESS AND LIES

"War is the father of all and the king of all."
Heraclitus




New wine is ready to be poured into the same old bottles.

The Democrats will replace the Republicans.

The Corporate Puppet Masters will still rule the roost.

The White House is just an imperial Bed & Breakfast place for the new leaders.

War is good business.

The business of America is business.

Do you get it?

War is ancient.

War is eternal.

Get it?

Peace is for pansies and fools.

Get it?



They came.

They saw.

They lied.

They lied.

They tortured.

They bombed.

They lied.

They lied.

They came.

They saw.

They bombed.

They tortured.

They lied.

They lied.

They lied.




IT'S THE OIL STUPID!

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

DOLLARS CHICKENS AND SCENTS


Money doesn't smell.
Maybe new currency has a new smell, but not the old and faded bills.
Correction:
I just opened my wallet and smelled some old fives, ones and twenties.
They had a musty-dusty scent.
Don’t try this at home.
Who knows what microbes might go up your nose?
I know.
I’m strange.
I recently bought some cologne that was reduced in price from $89.99 down to $9.99.
The price was too good for me to ignore.
I bought one bottle (BATH AND SHOWER GEL included), and noticed that there were still a few bottles of the same cologne left on the bottom shelf.
I thought to myself,
"Well, if it's good, I'll come back and buy some more."
The cologne wasn't that good, but at its reduced price it wasn't that bad either.
It's the first cologne that I've ever bought that contained human pheromones.
So far it hasn't made any difference, with or without those pheromones.
But maybe my body doesn't interact that well with this particular cologne.
I plan on going back and buying the remaining bottles.
I can't pass up that price---with or without the pheromones.
I like that word pheromones.
It makes me think of pharoah moans.
Maybe the cologne is working better than I think it is.
When I taught English at Kabul University, the United States Peace Corps paid me in afghanis.
I had to carry around a lot of afghanis.
If I remember correctly, one dollar was worth about 40 afghanis back in 1977.
Getting my "paycheck" was equivalent to getting a small basket full of afghani bills.
I felt rich having all of those bills.
One thing I started to notice was how much of this currency was covered with blood.
The blood was dry, of course, and this was before AIDS had become public, so the blood-covered money, although quite gross, didn't bother me too much.
There wasn't that much violence in Kabul, so I guess maybe the blood was from something else, like chickens or lambs getting murdered.
I once watched how a chicken is killed in Afghanistan.
A man held the chicken above a street gutter, looked up to the sky and spoke some words, then sliced the chicken's neck, above the fowl's Adam’s apple so that it couldn't tell Allah what was transpiring.
The chicken was then held above the street gutter for its blood to drain out.
The chickens in Kabul were about as big as sparrows.
Here in America certain people complain about how chickens are raised in order to get those huge breasts and bulky legs, but we should be thankful for it.
In America we seem to super-size everything.
Back to scents.
I once stopped using commercial deod0rants because of what I had read about them.
I was living and teaching on a tropical island.
Although I swam every afternoon after work, I also drank and smoked.
I'm sure that my perspiring let those around me know these facts.
On one particular day of teaching I knew it was time to turn over a new leaf, or at least return to using deodorants.
I was one of only a few teachers who had an air-conditioner, but even so my reeking perspiration could not be hidden.
I walked by one of my students who squealed, "Ooh...you smell!"
I immediately put my nose into my right armpit, and indeed, I did smell quite bad.
I said to this student,
"You're right. I'm sorry. I'm going to start using deodorants again."
After that day I started using lots of deodorants and colognes--- EVERY DAY.
I started to smell, as one teacher said to me one day, like an exotic flower.


IT'S THE OIL STUPID!

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

PEACE ON EARTH

PART I:

Children go where we send thee

Say Dubya and Cheney

How shall we send thee?

We're gonna send thee

one by one

With a gun, with a gun

One by one

With a gun, with a gun

One for the little bitty baby

That was born, born

Born in Bethlehem

Who now will fight in

Our Armageddon!

PART II:

Bush and Cheney

Dashing through the snow

In a one-horse open sleigh

Through the fields they go

Torturing all the way

Shells of bombs on bob-tail ping

Making spirits fight

What fun it is to ride and sing

A slaying song tonight.

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh