Illicit President, Illicit War.

The short answer: Oil. The long answer: Oil, money, prostitutes.

First of all: Who’s “we,” sucka? WHY WE DID IT, an MSBNC documentary, narrated by master journalist Rachel Maddow, details the deep background on why president George W. Bush and his slavemaster VP Dick Cheney illegally took the United States to war in Iraq in 2003 under false pretenses.

”…and now for something completely indifferent…”

Everyone knew the pretenses were false (weapons of mass destruction, democracy, 9-11, war on terror, liberation, empire building…) Everyone knew it then. Everyone knows it now. This TV documentary just corroborates what we already knew, with ex-administration tongues wagging more freely, the passage of years assuring they won’t be disappeared for coming forward and tattling on the W administration.

And the fact that no person or government can prosecute that administration for the innumerable homicides they caused – Americans, Iraqis-who-are-not-terrorists, innocent bystanders (blatantly termed ‘collateral damage’) – means the cotton-pickin’ South is still alive and well. (In the Amerikan slave era, no black could charge a white with a crime. Period.) The fact that no person or government can prosecute the W administration for war crimes (for which torture was at the head of a long list) means ditto.

And UNLESS this doc and this information serves to put those hubristic war pigs away or put them to death for their felonies, I don’t see the point in it. Why We Did It: We already know. What Are We Gonna DO About It? – THAT is the question; while those criminals walk free, at every opportunity boasting of their crimes!

The reason: prosaic.
The prosecution of the lie: Machiavellian.
The plan: to make Iraq a client state of America and control the oil.
The reality: the military intervention destabilized the region, and destabilization leads to higher oil prices.
Good work, dumbasses!

Copious de-classified documents (from January 2001 onwards) reveal plans to annex Iraq long before 9-11. Details about secret meetings are revealed, and the disparity between the Bush admin’s public arguments for the war (“It’s not about oil, but WMD”) and the fact that they were holding war meetings in the offices of contractors whose raison d’être was oil – Kellogg Brown and Root (KBR) and Halliburton – not at the Pentagon or White House.

Prime Minister of England Tony Blair sends troops into Iraq after his pimpmaster Bush, and then publicly denies it is about oil, while secret documents from that period reveal the Blair government, the Bush government and BP all in collusion specifically referring to oil pertaining to the Iraq invasion.

Maddow, with her usual perceptive incisiveness, outlines one of the simplest pieces of evidence that proves it was never about WMD: the fact that North Korea was admittedly working on nuclear weapons, and detonated one in 2006, in defiance of U.S. protocol. If the vocation of the Bush administration was to seek out and prohibit WMD, then why not turn their attention to North Korea? Because, uh… Answer: BECAUSE IRAQ IS SWIMMING ON A SEA OF OIL. And North Korea isn’t…

WHY WE DID IT is a jaw dropping exposé, mostly because the axis of evil (Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld) are still roaming free after this mountain of evidence enough to convict any civilian. The amount of lies committed to video is staggering. (Defense Secretary succubus and Walking Lie, Donald Rumsfeld: “It has nothing to do with oil, literally nothing to do with oil!” An oft-repeated quote, bald, blatant, unequivocal, unrepentant, untrue.) They took the U.S. to war under false pretenses, were responsible for the deaths of millions under those pretenses, and though much has been protested and written against them (notably The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder, by lawyer Vincent Bugliosi, 2008), it seems they will never be brought to justice. God Bless Amerika!

END

War of the Worlds.

First, he was nearly killed by clowns feeding him junk food (SUPER SIZE ME, 2004), now Morgan Spurlock, insurrectionist, free thinker, the man who caused a sea change in the fast food industry, is nearly killed by all those amerikan and arab clowns in the Middle East, committing to film the issue on every adult mind on Earth since September 11, 2001.

WHERE IN THE WORLD IS OSAMA BIN LADEN?

Let’s understand something from the get-go: the American government (Bush and Obama both) know where to find bin Laden, if they don’t already know his exact home address and cellphone number – but it behooves them to retain bin Laden’s mystique so that one side can fearmonger, while the other side piggybacks off that fearmongering while disclaiming they’re a part of it.

But for the sake of this documentary to work dramatically, let’s make like mushrooms (kept in the dark and fed bullshit). So… predicated on the world’s ignorance of “where” Osama is, Spurlock further asks, “What kind of a world would create an Osama bin Laden?” This secondary question connects his quest with the upcoming birth of his son, which becomes the hook of the film, which is truly the more pertinent question.

Poffsama bin Cuken in Abbottabad

For whether Osama’s mystique is a creation of Amerikan jingoism or not, what kind of a world would need to perpetuate such an icon of hate?Easy to see how some may take offense at Spurlock’s customary lighthearted approach: making Osama dance to Hammer’s Can’t Touch This; Osama and Spurlock as video game characters; representing the key players in the 9/11 tragedy as baseball cards; while in the Middle East, Spurlock phones the Bin Laden Aviation Agency, commenting humorously, “How fitting”…

But this is no half-baked stunt. Spurlock prepares rigorously for his trip, not only with historical research and interviews throughout the Middle East; also with combat training, kidnapping techniques, instruction on dealing with terrorists…

This revelatory documentary will open a few closed eyes and minds: “…a chance to go out and talk to all those people whom we’re told to be so scared of all the time.”

separating the people from The People

Spurlock’s first interview seems to be an incredible exclusive, as he sits down with the uncle of Ayman al-Zawahiri (Osama’s lieutenant! – one would think the criminal Bush admin would have tortured this poor guy already, but we now know that Bush-Cheney did not torture to find bin Laden, rather to gain false info to connect 9/11 to the Iraq War already in progress). Though he is cordial, Uncle’s views on America are terrifying, and not just because he is indoctrinated by propaganda, but simply stating the effects of U.S. occupation: “The seed that was sown by America – a seed of spitefulenss, hate, aggression and killing – cannot disappear in the short term.”

In Egypt, a young student perceives: “The U.S. can no more claim moral ground. People have learned to expect a lot less from the U.S. There are terrorists on one side [al Qaeda] and opportunistic, exploitative people on the other [referring to W.’s friendship with despotic Egyptian dictator, Hosni Mubarak].” The Egyptian people know their government is corrupt and backed by the U.S. government, so “love the American people but hate the American Government.”

It is refreshing to hear these views from intelligent young folk on the streets of these maligned countries, that we never hear on “news” soundbytes: “It’s the American foreign policy [we disagree with] and it’s too bad the American people have to pay for that anger.”

“America is trying all kinds of ways to impose their dominance in the world.”

Invited to dinner with a poverty-stricken family, Spurlock laughs and chats with them; such wonderful, loving people, who have no stake in 9/11 and wish it known: “The people who blew themselves up – they’re not from Islam.”

Spurlock speaks to a Jordan journalist who shared jail time with al-Zarkawi, who told him a reason for 9/11 which frighteningly echoes one of the many fake reasons Dubya gives for his War on Terror (paraphrased): “On 9/11, the Americans played right into their hands. Al Qaeda can’t fight them on U.S. soil so they made them go over there to fight them.”

The studio markets WHERE IN THE WORLD as “the hilarious new comedy from Morgan Spurlock,” as if it is easily-dismissed fluff (in the same manner Jon Stewart’s THE DAILY SHOW is sometimes dismissed as “comedy” even as it takes serious bites out of arrogant bunglers like Jim Cramer, or asks pointed questions to duplicitous politicians like John McCain that are so ludicrously obvious they seem like comedy). But WHERE IN THE WORLD is quite powerful, not as a real search for bin Laden, but as a more objective gauge on the Middle Eastern mind set.

Of course George W. Bush is mentioned – many times – but WHERE IN THE WORLD is not a Bush-bash. Spurlock includes opinions and facts from every level of Middle Eastern voice – professors, journalists, politicians and laypeople – some claim no Arab will give up Osama because he is achieving the jihad they all want to perpetrate on the Americans, while an Islamist activist lady opines: “If it was truly bin Laden who executed 9/11, then he dealt us a bad hand, because he legitimized the American presence in the Middle East.”

swept under the magic carpet

Spurlock has a knack for compacting truths into simple statements. Truth is, after all, quite simple. Accepting it is the hard part.

At the scene of 9/11, 4000 B.C.

Spurlock: “America has had a policy of propping up dictators for more than 50 years now.” He talks of the 1953 Shah of Iran quite bluntly and names dictators around the world whom the American government support (all, once again, represented by cartoons, to lessen the body blow to American hypocrisy). Easily verified, it is thanks to this Information Age that all these facts Amerikan Government has tried to sweep under the carpet for decades have come to light.

Spurlock: “In order to protect our own freedom, it was okay to sacrifice the freedom of others,” all said in his matter-of-fact style, which is infinitely less flesh-crawling than Michael Moore’s.

Spurlock is definitely the new wave of documentarian. Like Michael Moore, he is not afraid to be a player in his movie, sarcastic and personable, not dry and clinical, making it entertaining to delve into politically charged topics.

An Egyptian-American Muslim clarifies: “As a Muslim we are taught God loves everyone, not that he loves Muslims and hates everyone else.” If this is true, why have we been indoctrinated with the fear that all Muslims want to kill Christians. But I’m not blaming the American government here – maybe we are being indoctrinated by only those Muslims who want to kill Christians – essentially, only listening to the squeakiest wheels. As in America, the wackos command more airtime while the moderates cower under the wackos’ violent fervor.

Another Muslim interprets: “Islam obligates us to be this way; to be brothers with everyone.”

But I’m only buying half of it. Because –

guns don’t kill people, religion does

Spurlock’s idea, “To catch a fox, think like a fox,” makes him wonder how bin Laden arrived at his jihadist frame of mind through his life influences. (Which is infinitely more intelligent and lucid than how that cowboy moron grappled with the problem, “Bring ’em on! Dead or alive! Yahoo!”) Spurlock travels to Israel, Saudi Arabia, Morocco, Egypt, the Palestinian territories, views the Gaza Strip from behind the fence, Afghanistan, Pakistan – scary places, because religion is so deeply-rooted, yet denied as the cause of their conflicts.

While standing in a desolate, arid swathe of Palestine, Spurlock notes, “All of this is about land” – but land that is considered blessed or bestowed upon them by an imaginary god. Arab woman: “Jews are the rightful owners of the land promised to them by the Almighty.” This is the attitude bred into those peoples – on either side. They all believe they are right, like people used to believe the Earth was flat. There is no denying them their delusion.

In Saudi Arabia, Spurlock stands before the headquarters of the religious police – that would be the Jedi – on a grate where they actually behead people and let the blood run through the grate.

A Bethlehem City Councilmen in Palestine is exceptionally delusional, “Ours is not a religious conflict – we don’t fight the Jews.”

And when Spurlock visits an area crawling exclusively with Hassidic Jews (with the curls and black hats and longcoats and closed minds), these are the most uncooperative, violently retorting, unfriendly faction of all, physically pushing Spurlock and his crew out of their domain of idiocy.

to catch a fox, think like a faux

Spurlock asks someone, “If bin Laden were caught or killed right now, would it make any difference?”

None at all.

Because the reason for the conflict remains: control over energy resources, not one man’s religious or political cause. Just like killing Hussein did NOTHING. Except further stain the already pitch-black soul of the moron cowboy and his darth dick.

On a trip with the American military in Afghanistan as an embed, Spurlock is interviewing villagers when there is a sudden call to return to the armored vehicles, as the American troops pursue and shoot down an alleged al Qaeda operative in the desert. For the film, Spurlock removes the graphic violence, of course, but the fact is, an armed, running man was shot in the desert by these jarheads with no discerning evidence presented to us, the viewers, on why. Just the “faith-based” argument that he was al Qaeda.

And again, I question the legitimacy of U.S. troops stationed anywhere in the Middle East in the first place. If it weren’t for American interests in oil, would there be any of the displacement talk about “spreading democracy” and “battling terrorism”?

A Saudi Arabian professor: “Osama bin Laden per se is not the problem; the school of thought is; the teaching. He’s a product of the establishment.” The ideology implanted in the minds and cultures of these people cannot be undermined. Osama is only the latest figurehead IN WESTERN MINDS to represent that ideology.

Film ends with Elvis Costello’s (What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love And Understanding. Morgan Spurlock never finds out where Osama bin Laden is, but Costello’s song only solidifies the real thrust of the film – not to discover and kill one man whose death will not change the world one iota, but to open the minds of peoples of the world so they won’t need iconic figureheads (gods or men) to tell them how to think, that they may one day drive themselves toward peace, love and understanding.

END

Hi. We’re the Ku Bush Klan. And we’re gonna FUCK EVERYONE!

Putting the W in WMD.

First came RAIN MAN. Then FORREST GUMP. Now, in a long line of congenital idiots, comes W.

But wait, Bushies! Do not dismiss this movie as leftie revisionist conspiracy. Director Oliver Stone‘s W. is a fair and balanced representation of America’s 43rd president, George Walker Bush. Insert joke: “which means it shows him as the imbecile he is.”

No, W. is too fair. Not because the movie portrays George W Bush (affectionately known as “W,” redneckingly pronounced, “Dubya”) as intelligent, lucid or principled – on the contrary, he’s portrayed as the enabled, amoral, irreconcilably ignorant rich brat he’s always been; it is “too fair” because it clobbers us with one small aspect of W’s psyche – his relationship with “Poppy” (father, George Herbert Walker Bush), the 41st president – instead of examining the adverse affects that W’s obsessing over his father’s approbation brought down on planet Earth.

Oliver Stone (writer/director of 1991’s JFK and 1995’s NIXON) seems to miss all potential target audiences: Bushies will hate W. for the irrational reason that anything remotely disparaging toward their sheltered idiot-child “should” be hated, and the other 75% of America will find no red meat to indict the doofus C-student they so stupidly elected twice.

Movie opens after 9/11, in the Oval Egg, with the Bush cabinet creating a vivid catchphrase for the group of countries ideologically opposed to America, settling on Axis of Evil, the president flippantly throwing Iran, Iraq and North Korea into the pot – even though none of those countries acted in concert against the U.S., unlike the WWII Axis countries.

This should reveal something to America: there IS no Axis of Evil; merely a concoction of a few dappled minds (including, but not limited to, the fear-swillers: David Frum, Michael Gerson, Dick Cheney, W) who portrayed merely religious contingents as whole countries.

Hate those dangerous Arab WMD’s…

The primary players in this Greek tragedy are introduced, with varying success: Josh Brolin is the eponymous W, channeling the spirit of doofus admirably (with the light at the right angle, the resemblance is scary); Bruce McGill makes a reasonable George Tenet (CIA); Toby Jones is a slimmer version of walking rectum, Karl Rove; Jeffrey Wright leans hard on his General Colin Powell; Richard Dreyfuss cannot possibly plumb the depths of the slime-pit Dick Cheney crawled from, but tries hard (it is common knowledge Cheney runs the Ku Bush Klan, but movie marginalizes his involvement); Dennis Boutsikaris is not frog-faced enough to play Wolfowitz; I always thought Barbara Bush was a 1920 storeroom mannequin in disrepair – apparently not, as Ellen Burstyn gives her voice here; Scott Glenn is way too noble to be the ludicrous Donald Rumsfeld; Ioan Gruffudd brings the British accent (and a sensible sweater) for his Prime Minister Tony Blair; and Thandie Newton does Condoleeza Rice like a caricature audition for Saturday Night Live.

Movie follows three segments of W.’s life (a pre-pol in college in 1966, pre-pres, and post-9/11), skipping back and forth as often as W skipped out of day jobs; at one point, W simply walks off an oil-rig mid-shift – a directionless, privileged quitter, with not a shred of responsibility. Bush Snr (James Cromwell as Poppy) pulls strings to get W out of jail, land him summer jobs, slide him into Harvard, yet W keeps disappointing with his vacuous and impulsive irresponsibility. It would be the same traits he would bring to the stolen presidency in the dark winter of 2000, along with his “gut” decision-making (rather than informed leadership), to earn him the lowest favorability rating of any president in America’s history. Imagine how disappointed his father is NOW…

The performances are uneven – Brolin, Wright, Cromwell, Dreyfuss pulling the weight of all the others who seem miscast – but Stone’s direction is stellar. Written by Stanley Weiser, these characters exist in a vacuum; a disconnect between backstage and the world stage.

Richard Dreyfuss remarked on THE VIEW: “It leaves out how terrified people were of their own president.”

The film won’t have historical legs because the issues that defined the W presidency are given short shrift or glaringly omitted. Authorizing torture is mentioned once, over breakfast – there is no Abu Ghraib, no Guantanamo, no John Yoo; that scene (like other allusions and brief intimations), is more an inside wink to audiences well-versed in that travesty of justice, who will nod their heads and say to themselves: “Ah! Look at the mess he got into with that one!” There is no contention over the 2000 or 2004 elections, no dirty Swift Boating campaign, no massage gaffes at the G8 Summit – we just don’t see these events.

As for the lie of WMD in Iraq (this is not contention any more – it’s in all the literature), Frank Rich, Vincent Bugliosi, Bob Woodward and countless others have researched and concluded that W knew he was lying when selling the “mushroom cloud” to America as justification to invade. Whereas this lie should be a defining moment in any George W. Bush character study (What kind of a man would do this?), we get the barest rationalization that W is going after Saddam to finish what his father started. “My dream is to see peace break out in the Middle East! …UN resolution or not – we’re going to war!” Again, the real reasons are not slammed up against the real outcomes of this ignoble, ignorant, unlawful decision.

W’s life seems free of consequences, when we all know that isn’t true, and – worse – the consequences affecting planet Earth are ignored.

Bush had asked the two men [Rumsfeld and Bremer] point-blank who was in charge of finding the WMD… Bremer indicated it was Rumsfeld’s responsibility. Rumsfeld said Bremer was in charge. [Bush] wanted someone in charge… Since the CIA had insisted Iraq had WMD, the agency could go find the weapons. So finally, two and a half months into the war, the administration was going to give some focus to the hunt.
— “State Of Denial,” Bob Woodward.

Powell protests over America’s ideology going astray over a few terrorists, “We blew it before 9/11, because people weren’t doing their jobs right,” attacking Iraq is “not New World Order – that’s World Gone Mad.” (Powell’s character is prescient screenwriting from Weiser, as this movie was completed before the actual Colin Powell endorsed Barack Obama in 2008). Cheney clarifies the admin’s position: It’s about energy resources. And – “there is NO exit strategy.”

As sinister as Cheney’s “no exit strategy” sounds, there is no mention of the chilling callousness of having no “infrastructure” strategy. Forget “empire-building” – what these meatheads called their grandiose intrusive blunder – even running water and electricity in war zones was out of the Bushies’ purview. Further, no mention is made of W running on the ticket of “no empire-building” then immediately using the excuse of 9/11 to go empire-building (which was in reality a euphemism for “energy-controlling”).

A movie about the world’s biggest meathead – with so little meat.

Not even an accurate biopic, W. is an insular, one-dimensional fairytale of a cowboy moron’s rise to power, from an alcoholic tail-chaser to the bumbling, born-again dumbest president of the United States. Like W, the movie talks a lot but says nothing.

Key events in W’s life are condensed, making the movie one big montage: W’s alcoholism, subsequent conversion to born again soberness, early political life; his wife (Elizabeth Banks – way too sexy to play W’s man-boy Laura); his decision not to be out-christianed or out-Texaned on the campaign trail; coached by Karl Rove…

And here we shake our heads in outrage again: when Rove coaches W, a picture is presented of a Rain Man cramming for an exam, not someone educating himself, studying documents and assessing intelligent solutions to national issues; we never see W reading – a salient point. Rove would coach W to counter attacks from the hostile press or public, not through knowledge, but memorization. Exactly like the 2008 Repub VP nominee, Sarah Palin. Sure, Dems and Repubs all work this way, but with this particular pol, his duplicity and ignorance became so transparently obvious through his public actions and responses. Still, Brolin never quite grasps W’s condescension. (The real W explains political strategy to the press as if speaking to five-year-olds because that’s how political processes are explained to HIM.)

Rove coins the public catchcry of W “being someone they’d like to have a beer with” – but didn’t W stop drinking long before he ran? Which made even that phrase just another lie…

W’s embarrassing and laughable malapropisms and dysfunctional grammar are slotted in offhandedly – not disparagingly – almost as comic relief. Movie shies away from WHY he is such an abysmal communicator – his low intelligence, hence, zero credentials to run a “nookuler” superpower. Grandest irony is that he married a librarian! (Holding stark, opposing political views to W, we can only presume Laura is a weak, unprincipled gold-digger for marrying him.)

Stone emulates Marty Scorcese in juxtaposing disturbing visuals over jovial soundtrack (Adventures of Robin Hood under W’s cavalier decision to run for politics, Yellow Rose of Texas under war scenes, The Battle Hymn of the Republic scoring the Mission Accomplished moment), yet this ain’t no laughing matter. When Rumsfeld says of Afghanistan “It’s not a war – it’s an exercise”; when W quotes St. Augustine to rationalize “Just” War; when W as Texas governor never pardoned anyone on Death Row, presiding over 152 executions (the highest number in modern history); when the Real World consequences of the Middle East conflict have displaced/ destroyed/ debilitated over 2 million people, it becomes too serious to satire, only proving what a soulless, murderous hypocrite this supposed “christian” is.

In the movie, W gives up pie as “sacrifice for the war” (we don’t see the 2004 public dinner where he tastelessly jokes about his inability to find WMD – bet the dead soldiers’ families were laffing their asses off); film doesn’t show him “giving up golf” because he “shouldn’t be enjoying himself while young men and women are dying” (then filmed on a golf course after making this statement); film doesn’t show W’s statement about bin Laden “dead or alive” (six months later: “I don’t know where he is… I just don’t spend that much time on him”)…

W is half a movie, like PASSION OF THE CHRIST or STAR WARS EPISODE III, where the film-makers took it for granted the world knew the story, so did not bother to develop it cogently. The movie poses questions and pretends no answers – when even a precocious cucumber like me, only mildly interested in politics, KNOWS the real-world answers. Mention is made of Carter installing solar panels on the Shite House roof (before “green” was an admirable fad), yet no talk of Reagan immediately ripping down the panels when he took office (That’s Our Republican Hypocrite!); W’s cabinet issues a media blackout on soldier caskets returning from war – but we don’t see press secretary Tony Snow lying “There is no media blackout”; W is told Saddam didn’t have WMD but pretended to – but the movie posits wrong reasons for Saddam’s pretense. (The real reason is simple: with a dangerous neighbor like Iran, Iraq didn’t want to publicly announce it was defenseless, so Saddam had to cooperate with the U.S., letting inspectors swarm his military facilities, while snickering over his shoulder to Iran as if he was duping the U.S. The U.S., as usual, too blunt-headed to discern this subtlety.)

The last question posed to W at a press conference, “What were your mistakes?” culls the Obligatory Hollywood Introspective Moment from Brolin, rather than the weak-chested, blank-eyed, weasel-sniveling backpedaling and stuttering that the real life W met that question with. Maybe Stone is trying to be ironic or subtle, because his film is LOADED with W’s mistakes, but because they are mentioned so fleetingly with no follow-through, the audience can’t see them as mistakes.

But that “mistake” scene highlights the film’s overall “mistake”: casting Josh Brolin. Y’see, Brolin is cool. Always will be. And he’s playing a guy who is just an intrinsic fuckin’ douchebag. And Brolin just can’t quite make it to that deep a level of douchebaggery… No one is that good an actor.

Movie ends abruptly during a dream sequence where W is waiting for a fly ball that is not coming down, and we see in Brolin’s eyes the most prominent unanswered question of the W era: “Where do we go from here?” Either that, or “What the hell am I doing here?” Or “How the hell did I get here?” Most likely, “I wonder if I’ll have time for a bike ride before breakfast tomorrow?”

With W’s lame duckidency limping to a shameful, disgraced end, we can only be thankful that the real Axis of Evil – George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Karl Rove – will soon be disbanded.

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JOHN MCCAIN’S STORY SO FAR: First the Republican nominee for president assured us that the “fundamentals of the economy were strong.” On seeing coffee flying out of everyone’s noses at that assertion, he changed his mind. Then the suggestion was to fire the Chairman of the SEC. Informed that a president isn’t allowed to fire a Chairman of the SEC, the candidate changed his mind again. The next idea: a Blue Ribbon Commission to study the problem. Thud. Next idea? Come out against the bailout for AIG. Then when AIG was bailed out – change! Now it’s time to be in favor of the AIG bailout! Then there was the fake suspension of the campaign to pass the Wall Street bailout. Then the Republican party ran ads against the Wall Street bailout…
— Rachel Maddow, THE RACHEL MADDOW SHOW, 14 Oct 2008.

‘ve been waiting for John McCain to drop the N-bomb.

He’s that type of guy. Look at him on that stump, turning purple as a bell-end in his witless denunciation of Barack Obama. Yet no matter how impassioned his mindless, mendacious rhetoric, he just won’t say That Word – even though every fiber of his Old-Man-Yells-At-Cloud demeanor bespeaks it.

Then I realized he didn’t have to say That Word. Because the spineless, lowlife Republicans have found the ultimate euphemism, a displacement word as diabolical as their black hearts and snake agendas.

A euphemism that brings with it all the negative baggage of generations, oppression, dehumanization, unconditional hate; a New N-Word signifying pariah, alien, backward, unholy – exactly what That Word used to signify when it was used in civil society with impunity.

The new N-word: Terrorist.

It started in June 2008 with FOX News bimbo du jour, E.D. Hill, asking of Michelle and Barack’s fist bump, “A pound? A terrorist fist jab?” and right-wingnut Conservative website Human Events calling it a “Hezbollah-style fist jabbing.” These summations were so outlandish they were caricatured by other news programs. But the Republicans got what they wanted – “Terrorist” was back in popular circulation. And being applied to the Democrat Obama. In the past few weeks, with McCain town hall conventions coming to resemble Klan rallies, now we see where those unpatriotic bigots were going with that seeding of hatred.

With every armpit-sweat-drenched ululation of the New N-Word at Republican rallies, with every intimation and allusion and inference from the flannel-flecked crowd; with every hate-seared lie and donkey breath that issues from the lizard lips of John McCain and the cum-glazed pig-lipstick of Sarah Palin – they’re saying Nigger… in the most patriotic way possible.

You see, a white supremacist racist bigot can’t say Nigger in civil society anymore without their white hood on – it would lose them an election… but a person of any ethnicity can say Terrorist anywhere. And be applauded as a Caring, Free, Courageous American.

For years I thought only Lynyrd Skynyrd could conjure Instant Mongoloid Symposiums, but if you want to see people as red of neck or as mong of loid as Skynyrd dingbats, visit a 2008 Republican convention.

“I’m mad! I’m REALLY mad!…. When you have Obama, Pelosi and the rest of the hooligans up there gonna run this country, we gotta have our head examined! It’s time that YOU TWO [McCain and Palin] are representing us and we are MAD! So go get ’em!”
— painfully Caucasian redneck swine at McCain rally.

Crowds at McCain-Palin rallies: “Terrorist!” “Kill him!” “Bomb Obama!” “Treason!” “Off with his head!” Picket signs: “Obama bin Lyin’,” “Obama = Osama.”

Sheriff Mike Scott, of Lee County, Florida, in full uniform, as introductory speaker for Palin, spikes the crowd’s mongo nerve by declaring, “On November 4th, let’s leave Barack Hussein Obama wondering what happened.” To the world at large, Barack’s full legal name is just that – his full name; to the goofball acid-heads and Klansfolk at McCain-Palin rallies it is Hussein = Saddam = Terrorist = The New N-Word. But this neckless hate-monger plays the “What Controversy?” card when his Inbox chocks with caustic rejoinders: “It absolutely shocks me. And I’m appalled by some of the e-mails. They are hateful and spiteful.” And where exactly is that hate and spite generated, if not at the stump you just laid an egg on?

“Reverend” Arnie Conrad, introductory speaker at a McCain rally, beseeches God to “step in” and make McCain win, “because there are people praying to other gods for other results.” Arnie’s unspoken subtext is that the MUSLIM GOD supports Obama. (Muslim = Terrorist = The New N-Word.) The mindless corollary to this request is: should Obama win, I guess God becomes Allah’s nigger.

The Virginia Republican party chairman, Jeff Frederick, compares Obama to Osama bin Laden! When asked about it, McCain does nothing to repudiate the claim.

James T. Harris (African-American talk show host on News Radio 620 WTMJ Milwaukee) addresses McCain by “begging him” to “take it to [Obama]” by re-raising the dead-as-dodos Jeremiah Wright, Bill Ayers and ACORN. And in a comment to CNN, even Harris acknowledges what the predominantly white crowd is thinking when they see him (Harris) at Republican rallies, “Just what is that N-Word doing here amongst us white people?” His reasons for supporting McCain are irrelevant (he’s a self-admitted “real Conservative” and trying to lean McCain towards his position – fat chance!); the point here is that even though he shares the same ideology with the crowd, he admits they STILL CONSIDER HIM AN N-WORD!

Ana Marie Cox of Time Magazine notes, “The wingnuts are the only people LEFT to come to these rallies.”

Not just at the rallies, the balls to publicly call Obama Nigger Without Calling Him Nigger has spread to the rest of the media. To illustrate the madness of the New Improved Unsheeted Klan, Tom Leykis 97.1 KLSX Los Angeles, reads a hate-letter on-air: “…send that black bastard back to Hawaii to pick pineapples with his feet.” You gotta admit, that one’s kinda funny, but the goon agitator mentions Hawaii in the context of it being another country. (If he could see Russia from his house, he’d call it America.)

Another caveman turns up at a McCain-Palin rally with a Curious George monkey, putting an Obama headband on it to signify… I guess, uh, Curious George supports Obama? (I urge you to click this link to watch the video: a priceless, minute-long depiction of the face of the McCain-Palin Campaign: racist bravado when surrounded by their own kind, then yellow cowardice when confronted.)

And if calling Obama a Nigger via euphemism is not enough, how about extending that euphemism to Sand-Nigger? Rensselaer County, New York printed 4000 ballots with Barack’s name “misprinted” – ahem – as Barack Osama. 300 absentee ballots were sent out before someone reported the – ahem – “typo.” Election officials said it was “…an honest mistake innocently done.” Let’s pretend we believe this transparent lie: if it WAS an “honest mistake,” someone had to physically manipulate the type onto the original template for the ballot (digitally, mechanically, whatever – there was a PERSON at the helm); the only way this mistake could be made – even unconsciously – is because the Terrorist inculcation has become so vivid and ubiquitous that it simply slipped their bleating goat mind.

More than just a negative smear campaign, the Republicans have given license to all those fuming nigger-haters, all trying to be so pc (“pc” = Painfully Caucasian), who in reality are fatally close to busting a blood vessel suppressing that Old N-Word; given them license by bequeathing The New N-Word for them to orgasmically spout like a fire-hose out of control.

Tell McCain to End the Politics of Hate

Pertaining to Bill Ayers, a 1960s anti-war radical (whom Obama met when Ayers was a respected community member in 2002), McCain himself repeats on every TV interview: “I don’t care about two washed-up old terrorists that are unrepentant about trying to destroy America. But I do care, and Americans should care, about [Obama’s] relationship with him…” McCain thinks that in playing “good cop” to his redneck crowd’s “bad cop” we won’t notice he’s fanning the flames with The New N-Word. Yet this gutless cur refuses to bring up these “terrorist issues” when he is face-to-face with Obama at two debates. If the terrorist claim is true, shouldn’t McCain be calling 9-1-1 or something? Instead, he opts to shake the hand of a man he himself accuses of being a “terrorist sympathizer” – what kind of message does that send about the two-faced McCain?

The RIGHT message.

The issues have been marginalized, the lie about “suspending the campaign until the economy is fixed” has been pasted over with more lies; the lie about “running a clean campaign” swept under the rug (like McCain’s mob ties to Joe Bananas, his numerous affairs – yeh, “family values” – and the Keating Five scandal); the Republican Base alienated and insulted on so many levels (with the directionless meandering of McCain and his insensate tapping of the most unqualified person in America as his running mate); every shred of decency trampled in the shark frenzy to smear an honest man and attain the presidency at any cost.

And we thought George W. Bush was a thug, moron and liar of astronomical proportions – a swine who caused the deaths of over 4,100 of his own countryfolk on the basis of a proven lie. Look at McCain-Palin go!

“I’m an American – and I choose to fight!”
— John McCain, Oct 13, 2008.

We know. That’s what you do. That’s all you are: a grunt. You are no “hero.” You’re an ex-Prisoner of War. Explain to us exactly how that qualifies you to be president of the United States? After five years in the Hanoi Hilton, not the least bit Post-Traumatic-y, John? Cindy McCain in a recent interview said McCain never suffered Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder because he was “well-trained” – implying, of course, that if you DO have PTSD, you somehow lack training, insulting every single soldier with PTSD.

Okay, if we run with the lie about “training,” then we have to acknowledge that military training includes methods on how to avoid capture. Guess you missed those classes, John. Or maybe FAILED them. For all his gab about military service and POW “heroism,” John McCain never mentions he was at the BOTTOM of his military class: graduating in 1958 from the Naval Academy, 894th out of 899.

Well-trained?!

Considering McCain’s mental prowess, Obama’s mantra describing a McCain presidency as “Four more years of George W. Bush” is not far wrong.

Shouldn’t this mean that the 893 who graduated ABOVE McCain and who DIDN’T get captured and who are still alive without PTSD (because, of course, they were EVEN BETTER TRAINED than McCain) would make EVEN BETTER presidents?

“I can’t trust Obama. I’ve read about him – he’s an Arab–”
— painfully Caucasian ignoramus lady at McCain rally.

After all the nebulous accusations of terrorism and “associations” failed to take, McCain and Palin were forced to revert back to their fake promises, amorphous non-plans for the economy and hollow canards about McCain’s hunt for bin Laden–hang on! What did he say? “I know how to do it! I know how to capture bin Laden.” You know how to do it, John McCain?

SO DO IT!

Your Republican Party is in power right now (albeit laughably) – pick up the phone to W, implement your plan and catch Osama… or are you BLACKMAILING the American people into voting for you first, then you’ll reveal your Grand Plan? Which – I’ll wager my left nut – is no plan at all.

I’d call that political terrorism….

But we can’t really call McCain a terrorist – like his mentor, idol and ballsac-fondler, George W. Bush, he’s just a dangerous fool. His problems are now compounding and conundruming: in wallowing so deep in shit, McCain now finds he must DEFEND the man he is smearing at the very rallies where he is smearing this man. When that lady calls Obama an Arab, McCain counters with, “No ma’am, he’s a decent family man, citizen, that I just happen to have disagreements with.” When an illiterate munghole voices his concern about “someone who cohorts with domestic terrorists” [the word is “consorts,” maroon-neck!], McCain addresses the escalating fear-mongering: “…he is a decent person and a person that you do not have to be scared as president of the United States” – and was BOOED for this rare showing of actual integrity!

The maroons WANT to believe Obama is dangerous. They NEED to think of him as Muslim. They HAVE to call him Terrorist. Because they can’t say the N-Word!

But is McCain’s recant really “integrity”? No. McCain tempers the hate-speech like the gutless, unprincipled swine we’ve come to realize he is. He has never yet issued a statement/warning that hate-speech and slander will not be tolerated at his rallies. Then he’d have to stop the hate-speech and slander himself. And he doesn’t really want to stop his unpatriotic, ignorant fans from THINKING what they’re thinking. THAT would be guts. THAT would be honor. McCain lacks both.

Because HE is thinking exactly what THEY are thinking. Remember, he’s not thinking “Terrorist.” He’s thinking “Nigger.” Like the rest of the Klan. He’s just SAYING Terrorist…

They’re all over Obama’s “associations” like red on neck – but does anyone without a missing chromosome really want to “associate” with the people McCain is associating with? These trailer-park morons and kitchen politicos, who are so ignorant and racist they think that “Muslim” and “Arab” per se are actual insults.

As Ana Marie Cox tells us, these are the only people left whom McCain is appealing to. Because his “base” has long since deserted this weak, washed-up fraud.

The last vestiges of W’s 25% would rather throw themselves under the bus than ride it one more futile minute… From respected Republican op-ed monolith, George F. Will (“can a dismaying temperament be fixed?”), to neo-con Nazi, William Kristol (“junk the whole thing and start over“), to runway mannequin, Mitt Romney (“Huge mistake“), Dracula ex-governor of Wisconsin, Tommy Thompson (“not happy“) to the reptilian butterball who Stole Christmas in Whoville, Newt Gingrich (“show he’s different than Bush”).

Flailing in desperation, some Republicans don’t even want to be called Republican any more! Dino Rossi, a Seattle senator and crybaby, wants to be called the “GOP Party” or he’ll hold his breath. Okay, so he won’t sprain a brain cell, let’s call him the Grand Old Party Party. Moron.

McCain-Palin is not just a train wreck – this is the space shuttle disintegrating without an ablative shield, hitting the Atlantic in shards, with intestines and skull fragments splattering the harp seal nesting grounds.

As a final testament to the “character” and “judgment” of the McCain campaign (things they keep telling us Obama lacks): from the beginning, they were stealing rock songs without permission from artists, to use at their rallies. Heart and Foo Fighters have issued public Cease and Desist statements; Van Halen and Jackson Browne have also butted heads with the criminal McCain campaign. If we’re bombarded by annoying commercials telling us not to steal music online, shouldn’t the prospective leader of the country set the example?

Maybe they could steal FREEBIRD next. Lynyrd Skynyrd would love performing at their next convention…

“I’ve seen her twice try to speak. The sentence to nowhere is what comes out of her mouth. If Joe Biden had made some of the comments she made to Katie Couric, we would think he had brain damage.”
— Bill Maher on THE VIEW, Oct 2008.

Before any mention of this shrike’s non-qualifications or unethical Trooper-gate scandal, or rehearsed speeches guised as debate answers, the SEX issue needs to be addressed because I am sick to death of hearing Saran Palin is hot.

It is ironic Palin keeps referring to Joe Six-Pack when she’s never had one. A six-pack, that is. (I’m sure she’s had many Joes – in the biz, we usually call them “Johns,” honey.) Think about that abdominal region hidden like a raped nun from the media’s prying eyes: she’s forty-three years old, men. She had her first child in 1989 (at 25); since then, popping them out like the old woman in MEANING OF LIFE, singing Every Sperm is Sacred. One in 1990, 1995, 2001, 2008 – can you imagine, men, the sorry state of that seed-swollen belly?; like 30 miles of Death Valley fire trails under that chastity-belt blouse.

This stripper librarian has not even exposed her CLEAVAGE yet – because when she unhooks that padded push-up bra, her nipples point to China. Any man who has had any natural woman over 30 knows this! Like the Bush administration, denial seems to be a major trait of Republicans and anyone associated with them.

So quit coveting! What a waste of masturbation fluids.

As further incentive: with FIVE kids, think of how many times that half-hard First Dude mannequin has shot his yellowed, beer-driven sperm into that belching, queefing Jabba the Hutt orifice.

Wipe up your vomit and finish your poo sandwich…

(I’m Thinkin’ ‘Bout Nailin’) Sarah Palin

As Election Day draws near, Palin’s puppetmasters have been sending her out with hair down and legs bared; that “Just got out of bed after a furious fellate” look.

Do the Republican strategists who forced her on McCain think you are THAT dumb? How many votes can a shaved pair of legs in high heels bring? I dunno – how did man-bear-pig Janet Reno do?

This condescending harridan with her memorized lies can accuse falsely, make fake claims, employ sexism and rabid foam-mouthed slander – but no one is allowed to talk TO her or ABOUT her – because that would be sexism. It is at HER rallies that the most intense threats and verbal denunciations are heard. She – like McCain – does nothing to quell the hate, only intensifying the hate-speech.

Talk about calling kettles black: this morally bankrupt woman and her hand-puppet husband were members of the Alaskan Independence Party, a league of maroon-necks trying to secede from the United States; consorting with founder and Lower-48-Hater, Joe Vogler: “The fires of hell are frozen glaciers compared to my hatred for the American government and I won’t be buried under their damn flag.” Todd Palin was registered until 2002; Sarah gave an opening address in 2008. That’s the year she was running for VP. That’s NOW. Vogler maintained: “I’m an Alaskan, not an American. I’ve got no use for their damned institutions.”

And Palin has the ballsac to stand under a “Country First” banner and question OBAMA’S patriotism? As Keith Olbermann commented: “Which Country First?”

FINDING NUMBER ONE: “…I find that Governor Sarah Palin abused her power by violating Alaska Statute 39.52.110(a) of the Alaska Executive Branch Ethics Act.”
— Branchflower Report to the Legislative Council, Oct 10, 2008

After hearing this Trooper-gate verdict on the campaign trail, SHE says, “…thankfully the truth was revealed there in that report that showed there was not unlawful or unethical activity on my part.” Is she lying, or an illiterate who can’t understand the bludgeoning literalness of this English? Either way, which option qualifies her to be VP or – heaven forfend! – president of these 49-United-States-and-Alaska?

The Anchorage Daily News comments, with its jaw swinging open in incredulity: “Sarah Palin’s reaction to the Legislature’s Troopergate report is an embarrassment to Alaskans and the nation… Her response is either astoundingly ignorant or downright Orwellian.”

Orwellian – from George Orwell’s 1984, where Newspeak was promulgated by the thoughtpolice; where the Ministry for Truth was the purveyor of lies. Black is white. Up is down. Freedom is slavery. War is peace.

Terrorist is Nigger.

These people will never drop the N-Bomb. Too duplicitous, too mendacious, too diabolical; they are too slimy and pernicious; too evil and amoral; too noxious and toxic, for me to ever hope they’ll end their campaign in such a blaze of non-painfully-Caucasian glory.

The New N-Word is way too popular with the Ku Bush Klan. They’re unsheeting their vermilion necks and dropping it all over the farm…

What the puling bigots in McCain-Palin audiences are too obtuse to realize, is that if this dishonorable, lying, erratic, racist elitist, John McCain, wins the Oval Egg in 2008 – we’re ALL gonna be his niggers…

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