Monday, December 27, 2010

Is The Empress Taking Off Her Clothes? - 3

We have asked this question before, because there are enough preposterous little local realities in this day and age to fill a book or so.

The Keystone Komplex of MOMCOM is but one of many complexes found in the encyclopedia of preposterosity authored by homeworld "security" propagandists ("I can see security from my house").

Their attention to gore, blood & guts, hate, mass murder, and deceit 24/7 keeps us busy, since it makes it hard work for anyone to keep focused on that preposterous realm.

That is especially true of the MSM, the preposterous propaganda-pabulum realm that really isn't trying to do journalism anyway.

Our MOMCOM series shows how the war college industry partners with the MSM industry (the propaganda arm of MOMCOM), to whoop it up for the home team:
The U.S. military now has more people in its marching bands than the State Department has in its foreign service — and that’s preposterous.
(The Big Taboo, NY Times). Can you imagine, more high school type marching bands (notice they have even attached "marching", a military concept, to high school bands) than those who work for good "foreign relations" in the U.S. State Department.

The betrayalized general intellectual warmongers voice a philosophy constantly these daze, an ideology that is a la neoReaganism (a.k.a. paingyrics, a.k.a. panegyrics), which fundamentally wants to make "government" small enough "to drown in a bath tub".

Note, in bold words, that "government" in their mind does not include the military, it only includes the judicial, legislative, and administrative branches of "the gummit".

BTW, I read somewhere that Obama is reading up on Reagan (The Age of Reagan by Sean Wilentz perhaps?) over the xMass holiday vacation.

I am reading an xMass gift, a book, also written by Sean Wilentz, a noted American historian, entitled "Bob Dylan In America".

Obama shows us, by doubling down on the W compass, a.k.a. "doin' thuh Reagan", that he runs a front - yes, a coverup of his "real politik".

Take for example his inviting Bob Dylan to perform at the White House.

Then afterward he studies up on Reaganomics and waronomics, like he is reading a script from that old useless relic the Schizophrenic Dance of the Doomed, instead of the American Tradition which Bob Dylan has now mastered.

I only wish Dylan had performed Masters of War instead of The Times Are A Changin when he sang at the White House, because the fundamental 800 lb. gorilla in the room issue for this era is:
We face wrenching budget cutting in the years ahead, but there’s one huge area of government spending that Democrats and Republicans alike have so far treated as sacrosanct.

It’s the military/security world, and it’s time to bust that taboo.
(The Big Taboo, NY Times). The author of that NYT post, Nicholas D. Kristof, says we spend "almost" as much on warmongering as all the other nations put together.

Regular readers of Dredd Blog know that we believe that we spend more than all of the rest put together, not just "almost as much", because the gigantic spy industry is part of that "it".

As we pointed out recently, nobody knows where the edges of that spy realm are (are there any?), nor does anyone know where all the bank accounts of that realm are or where they "end".

In closing, remember that this nation could have avoided "gore, blood & guts, hate, mass murder, and deceit 24/7", together with endless doom-bringing deficits, by listening to Dylan instead of taking off the nation's constitutional clothing:

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

(Masters of War, Bob Dylan). In his post, Mr. Kristof called American Imperialism "sacrosanct", which is just another way of saying "jihad", which means "holy war".

Who was it that said "Those who live by the sword will die by the sword"?

Peace.

The lyrics to this song are here.



8 comments:

  1. It looks like MOMCOM is holding a big green weenie she just cut off, thus, she is a castrating beeeiiiitttttcccchhhhh for sure.

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  2. Great post today! Re NoBama reading up an Reagan: ordinarily I'd say it's a good idea to read up on and know your enemy/opposition. Unfortunately, it now seems obvious that NoBama has a huge man-crush on ol' Uncle Ronny. I wonder what's next? Candle light dinners with Dick Cheney, power lunches with Karl Rove, mountain biking with W?

    I'm conflicted with NoBama. On the one hand, it certainly seems that he's defected to the GOP. On the other hand, at least he's not being deceitful about it. Just ask him or his press-stooge Robert Gibbs. They'll tell you straight up. I wonder how much money it took to buy him off? Can't wait to read the memoirs.

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  3. A Day in the Life at the Bush White House (Part I)

    Here's a never before published vignette of a typical day in the Bush White House for your holiday enjoyment:

    That reminds me of the day down in the basement of the White House several months after the Iraq invasion. Bushy, Cheney, and Rumsfeld were down in the President’s “play war room,” so called because the Joint Chiefs had a 3-D room sized “battle map” of the mid-east – rather much like a model train layout without the trains – made up for the president to fuck around playing army on. Bushy was totally lost in his eight year old fantasy world, with his two inch toy army miniatures spread out all over the place, making shooting, explosion, and airplane noises – the whole bit – while Cheney stood by with that sinister grin on his face that made you think he was secretly thanking his lucky stars to have landed the second most powerful job in the world next to such an easily manipulated infantile moron, all the while feigning that he was actually listening to the equally incoherent and paranoid Rumsfeld blather on incessantly about the many permutations of “knowns, unknowns, and simply unknowables” that he had already considered in his analysis.

    This had been going on all morning following the President’s daily national security briefing, where Bushy had embarrassed Condi Rice by blurting out the word “strategery!” in the middle of her briefing in response to nothing in particular, prompting a hurried bathroom break, as had become the norm for poor Condi whenever she was flustered, or, more often than not, just trying to suppress her laughter at the incredibly sophomoric antics of the dim-witted president. All of which pointed toward another rather uneventful day in the bowels of the West Wing, when who should walk in but Douglas – “Dougy” as all of the President’s staffers had taken to derisively calling him – Feith himself, one of Paul Wolfowitz’s particularly egg-headed underlings at DoD and technically an underling of Rumsfeld’s as well, one of the key academic “architects” of the whole Iraq fiasco, and pretty much totally persona non-grata in the White House for his grating personality and outspoken criticism of the administration’s execution of his Iraq invasion plan. Tommy Franks, the General in charge of executing the Iraq invasion, had famously called Feith “the dumbest fucker on the face of the earth,” never a glowing comment coming from someone so obviously in a position to speak authoritatively on the subject.

    Feith had been warned repeatedly to stay out of the West Wing unless he had official business to conduct, and even then, only to be accompanied by his boss Wolfowitz; but like an unsuspecting fly being drawn by forces unknown into the spider’s web, the absent minded academic would often lose himself in thought and wander within the kill zone of Cheney, Rumsfeld, and their many minions. I could see the hairs on Rummy’s neck stand up from across the room at the mere sight of Feith, and when Dougy went straight over to the president and started offering strategic play warfare advice, even making not so subtle digs at Rumsfeld himself while within clear earshot of the old curmudgeon; I braced myself for the inevitable. Rumsfeld, who still maintained the champion wrestler’s physique of his days back at Princeton and was rumored to be a big fan of the movie “Fight Club,” went visibly taut like a pit bull eyeing a poodle, while Cheney, who has always exercised a sort of mind control over the impetuous Rummy, turned his gaze on the inept Feith in what clearly seemed to be some sort of mental radar lock-on for the Feith-seeking missile that Rummy was poised to become.

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  4. A Day in the Life of the Bush White House (Part II)

    And then it was on. In an instant, the incredibly spry Rummy had poor Dougy in a headlock on the floor and reduced to a limp mass of blue-faced flesh, seemingly intent on squeezing the very life essence out of his hapless prey right then and there. What was truly amazing however, was the similar grace and quickness with which the normally sloth-like Cheney followed, lagging Rummy by a mere microsecond in arriving at their mutual target to add insult to severe injury by relentlessly kicking poor Feith in the ribs with all the glee and abandon of a drunken redneck biker in a gay bar fight. Bushy, caught up in his military play and never the sharpest knife in the drawer anyway, paused for a moment to process the whole scene, barked like a hyena, and then fell rolling on the floor in a fit of hysterical laughter, eventually pissing himself for what turned out to be the third time that week.

    That might have been the end of the line for poor Dougy, when who should walk in but first lady Laura Bush with a big tray of milk and cookies for Bushy and his play pals. Upon surveying the carnage in general and Bushy’s soiled trousers in particular, she flew into a by now well-practiced and perfected rage, prompting Cheney and Rummy to beat a hasty retreat like two junkyard mutts caught digging in the first lady’s flower garden, leaving the hapless Feith on the floor in a gelatinous mass like fresh road kill and poor Bushy likewise in a pool of his own piss with that “oh shit, what do I do now” look on his face, for which those close to him had come to know and affectionately remember him so well. Yeah, that day was a real fucking hoot alright…

    Who knew there was so much hilarity going on all those years right beneath our noses! Great stuff from the Bushy White House gang!

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  5. Every time they take Uncle Sam in the W direction he soils his pants. It is getting to be a regular badge of carnage.

    "Bush II the trend setter" may sound unnatural, but mums the word in MOMCOM land.

    "Preposterosity" is what Dredd calls it ... sounds about right.

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  6. disaffected,

    "I'm conflicted with NoBama. On the one hand, it certainly seems that he's defected to the GOP. On the other hand, at least he's not being deceitful about it."

    Your story has changed. Obama not being deceitful? LOL. Deceit is the fundamentalism of Washington, D.C.

    Obama is not covering it up anymore because the presidential election is over, and he has already screwed the chances of the Democrats for the midterms, as the mid-term results show, and now he will go into 2012 deceit mode 24/7 with the help of the right.

    He has used a genocidal maniac, Kissinger, to do his bidding since way before the midterms.

    It isn't Obama personally anywhere near as much as it is a rogue political system that is crippled by its own glaring insanity. An insanity that anyone who becomes politically "successful" must embrace.

    That insanity is going to increase soon, starting with the next congress.

    Anyone who focuses on individuals is going to stay conflicted, and anyone who doesn't, instead focusing on the system, is going to see the painful reality of a nation that has proudly gone over the top, under the bottom, and around all sides.

    You know the Titanic bigness syndrome.

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  7. It isn't Obama personally anywhere near as much as it is a rogue political system that is crippled by its own glaring insanity. An insanity that anyone who becomes politically "successful" must embrace.

    Dredd,

    You're probably right about all that, but unfortunately, it's going to take individuals with massive cajones to break that system, if it's ever to be broken at all. As in, a President who realizes he's only entitled to one term after getting elected, and that his only responsibility after getting elected is actually governing according to principle, and not immediately positioning himself for re-election in 4 years.

    It's so bad now that even in their second terms presidents are primarily concerned with positioning their party brand to get re-elected, rather than actually governing responsibly. You have to wonder what the point of getting elected even is, if it's only as a means for beginning the campaign for 4 years later.

    I realize that this strategy was primarily the brainchild of the master, Karl Rove, who took campaign strategy to an entirely different level; but the dems - beaten down copy-cat cowards that they are - have seemingly embraced the strategy as their own now as well. You'd think some enterprising young party boss would see the light and propose the radical concept of actually doing what you said you'd do after getting elected. Kinda like NoBama said he would do on the campaign trail, before evidently coming down with a massive case of amnesia on inauguration day.

    In any case, the only thing we can do is blog about it, talk about it, and vote accordingly, although said vote might mean just sitting it out when all electoral possibilities are equally bad. One thing's for sure, NoBama rode an historical tailwind to election in 2008, what with Bush having fucked everything up that he possibly could have, and McCain/Palin being such a laughably pitiful ticket that not even died-in-the-wool conservatives could vote for it. He damn sure isn't going to have that advantage again in 2012, and the result will almost certainly be a shift so far to the right that we might as well kiss the idea of "liberal democracy" goodbye for good. THAT will be NoBama's final legacy, although I doubt seriously he gives a rat's ass either way.

    On the plus side, it's certainly going to make for some great blogging! Cheers!

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  8. Randy,

    Green weenie indeed. It looks like Shrek has now fallen too. Typical of MOMCOM's trophy room. BTW, the graphic comes from a recent Mother Jones issue, with certain enhancements of course.

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