Sunday, September 14, 2014

Sunday Open Thread: ISIS Worship edition

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Good Times at Pottersville, 9/13/14

Friday, September 12, 2014

Good Times at Pottersville, 9/12/14

Thursday, September 11, 2014

WTF Happened on 9/11?

     It's a perfectly legitimate question, even if it's somewhat rhetorical. Of course, we know what happened 13 years ago today. Three towers in the World Trade Center complex were pulled, a projectile struck the Pentagon and as for Shanksville, Pennsylvania... well, we know something landed in Shanksville but it damned sure wasn't Flight 93.
     So, it's been well-established that the financial and military nerve centers of our nation were successfully attacked by extremists. So the questions we should continue asking ourselves, and each other, is, "Which extremists pulled it off?"
     We're fast losing sight in the mists of history of the basic facts that simply do not jibe with the narrative, so many, in fact, you could literally write a book about it. Among them is the power down in the South Tower on September 8-9, 2001 that essentially crippled security there from the 50th floor on up. This included the electronically locked doors to security areas, cameras, and so forth. Who were the "engineers" in overalls who were swarming the south tower during this time?
     And why was Marvin Bush's business meeting on 9/11 abruptly moved from the World Trade Center to the Millennium Hotel across the street? That would be the same Marvin Bush, brother of George W. Bush, whose company had a security contract for the World Trade Center up until the day before the "terrorist" attacks. Why did the Bulgarians working in the WTC get a phone call the night before and told not to show up for work?
     And why, according to Susan Lindauer's high-ranking State Department official, were unmarked vans pulling in and out of the WTC complex at all odd hours of the night just a week and a half to two weeks before the event and what happened to the security footage that would've shown them? Why were the bomb-sniffing dogs pulled during this time?
     Why were the doors leading to the roofs locked and why, in a scene reminiscent of the Triangle Shirtwaist fire, did security guards tell people WTC2 was secure and to "Go back to your desks?" Since when does building security have the right to tell people in the private sector to get back to work?
     And why was there clear evidence of thermate, essentially thermite with a sulfur kicker, to create an unimaginably hot exothermic reaction that can vaporize galvanized steel (which is what happened)? Thermate, by the way, is patented with the Department of Defense, meaning it's extremely unlikely that a bunch of Islamic militants in a cave 6000 miles away would've been able to get their hands on materiel used exclusively by the Pentagon.
     The execution of the attack was flawless. It was the coverup afterwards that left much to be desired.
     By now, we've all heard of the Bush administration trying not once but twice to block the formation of a 9/11 Commission and when they'd finally relented, Bush tried to pull a fast one and have installed as its chairman Nixon-era war criminal Henry Kissinger. And it would've happened, too, if it wasn't for the Jersey Girls turning up his company's connections to the bin Laden family.
     Then, when Bush was finally called before the Commission, he refused to do so unless he was joined at the hip by Dick Cheney, with the press barred from attending a taxpayer funded proceeding and the Commission forbidden from asking Bush or Cheney questions of any substance.
     Much information that should've been registered with the Commission and the NY Port Authority never was (including the power down on 9/8-9, which the Port Authority still denies to this day). Many witnesses with valuable information to impart were never called to testify. No mention was ever made of Israel's and Mossad's part, the dancing Israelis who were briefly detained by the NYPD on 9/11. No explanation given as to why Mayor Rudy was in such a huge hurry to cart off the rubble from the Twin Towers before it could be forensically examined.
     Despite there being no possibility of witnesses on either aircraft that flew into both towers, the FBI already had a poster of all 19 hijackers with their photographs and a pristine passport for one of them found a few blocks away. Who cared that a full half of them were still alive and had no connection to terrorist activity?
     All we know is the aftermath. Many already obscenely rich people like Larry Silverstein, the WTC's owner, and Dick Cheney became much more obscenely wealthy in the wake of 9/11. Widows, widowers, children, siblings and other loved ones were left in the dark and told not to ask too many questions. Many first responders, using inadequate or outdated equipment, gave their health and, in some cases, their lives. Then Republicans blocked medical coverage for these people, saying we could afford trillions to war profiteers after we'd invaded two nations that had nothing whatsoever to do with 9/11 but we can't afford your inhalers that you can get in Cuba for a $1 each.
     So, yeah, the United States government is great at pulling off crimes against humanity but totally suck at the coverup part. They leave too many loose ends and I've given you just a handful of them.
     Far be it for me to indulge in conspiracy theories. But when you add up all the facts and scratch them against the squishy official narrative, a thinking person can't help but come to the conclusion that the setting up of the towers, diverting of air traffic and the staging of crash sites (Shanksville) was carried out by people at the government level.
     And that just doesn't include a few bearded terrorists in the caves of Afghanistan 6000 miles away.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Fuller Brush Off

(By American Zen's Mike Flannigan. on loan from Ari.)
"I reached this difficult decision after consulting with my family, and deciding that it was in everyone's best interests to put this incident behind us." - Judge Mark Fuller, through his lawyer on his "difficult decision" to evade justice for beating his wife.

     On the same day Michael Brown was getting shot six times for Holding Up His Hands While Black, a white man was savagely beating and kicking his wife in a hotel room at the Ritz Carlton in Atlanta. According to the police report,
“Immediately upon entering the room, there was a strong odor of an alcoholic beverage coming from the room,” the officer noted. He found Fuller lying in bed. There was broken glass next to the night stand and strands of hair on the floor next to the bed. Fuller’s wife told police officers that the assault followed an argument about “issues in their marriage.” The wife explained that she accused Fuller of having an affair with his law clerk. She said Fuller pulled her hair, threw her to the ground and kicked her. She told police that Fuller dragged her around the room and struck her in the mouth several times with his hands. When police asked Fuller how his wife got her injuries, he told them that his wife attacked him after their argument about marital infidelity. He told officers he was in bed watching CNN and she came into the room making accusations. Fuller said his wife threw a glass at him. Fuller said he grabbed his wife’s hair “to defend himself.” “When asked about the lacerations on her mouth, Mr. Fuller stated that he just threw her to the ground and that was it,” the report says. Police later discovered blood in the bathroom on the tub. Fuller did not have any marks or bruises, the officer noted. After medical personnel arrived, they noted additional bruises on his wife’s legs.
     There's a lot to take away from that largely paraphrased police report. The place reeked of booze, there was broken glass everywhere. There was blood in the bathroom. And loose hair.
     Yes, I said loose hair.
     And it was all the victim's fault, according to her own assailant who was resting comfortably on the bed when police arrived.
     What makes this particular domestic violence incident noteworthy was not merely that it involved a white man but a powerful white man named Mark Fuller, a federal judge installed by George W. Bush and eight years ago was the right wing judge who'd presided over the Don Siegelman/Richard Scrushy trial that sent those two men to prison.
     Well, four days ago, Judge Fuller reached the difficult decision to opt out of being fully prosecuted for domestic violence so he could have his cases diverted while attending once a week counseling sessions for domestic violence for 24 weeks. In other words, His Honor courageously confronted his addiction to beating women during this glorified intervention by taking the Affluenza way out.
     By the way, far from being the one time offense that Fuller and his shyster are making this out to be, less than two and a half years ago, on May 10, 2012, Fuller's first wife filed for divorce, citing the following crimes:
(D)omestic abuse, extramarital affairs, driving under the influence, abuse of prescription medications, and more.
     Fuller's lawyers requested the records be sealed. The judge actually agreed, even though divorce records are generally open to the public.
     Because, you know, white.

"I'm the Victim in all this!"
     Nowhere in the countless articles I've read about the Fuller arrest that's only making national headlines one month to the day after the original incident have I heard even the slightest mention of justice for his wife, the other victim in all this. The overwhelming impression one takes away on reading these accounts is of a privileged white man in a powerful position on the federal judiciary who feels he can get away with whatever he pleases while accepting no accountability and lying to law enforcement about his crimes.
     This is a picture of a serial wife beater and philanderer, a one man crime wave who was called on infidelity by his first wife (probably involving the later second wife) and got beaten for confronting him. The second wife got beaten a month ago for calling him on his infidelity with his law clerk (wife #3?). Yet, what did Fuller's shyster Barry Ragsdale have the gall to say in court?
     "He doesn't have a drug or alcohol problem and never has."
     Note that the judge fell for it because in the pre-trial diversion, Fuller was sentenced to 24 weeks in a program for spousal abusers by a private counseling service (That's right. Not even one in the public sector but the private sector), not a treatment program for what's an established history of alcohol and drug abuse.
     It goes without saying that Fuller's a Republican since he was appointed by W to the federal judiciary. But one doesn't even need to know that to unerringly come to the conclusion that Fuller's a right wing nut job of the first magnitude for his statements to the police, to the court, to the media and his entire attitude. He attempted to minimize his crimes, blamed his wife for assaulting him and then had the chutzpah to act as if it was a supreme sacrifice and act of courage to duck the law by going into 6 months of private counseling sessions while he enjoys a paid vacation.
     No doubt, he'll be allowed to sleaze his way back on the bench after his six month paid vacation so he can dispense to others the same justice he himself has evaded time and again for the same heinous crimes and without his substance abuse problems even being seriously addressed, much less treated.

"You're all out of order!"
     One of America's, and the far right's, greatest failings is in not recognizing disturbing patterns. We tend to treat domestic violence, spousal abuse, white privilege, racial profiling and police brutality as mere isolated incidents, unconnected dots that draw no picture although the resolution of these pictures is getting clearer and clearer with each day. It's one thing to connect the dots. It's another thing when there are so many of them, they can draw a picture without conscious attempts at connectivity.
     Time and again, we hear of white people marching through stores with machine guns, even threatening people at Little League games, without even being asked to leave. Yet time and again, we hear of police gunning down unarmed black men and justifications from our most racist elements that somehow, in some vague way, they had it coming to them.
     Time and again, we hear of black men with diminished mental capacity getting put on Death Row for crimes they didn't commit while wealthy white people evade justice by agreeing to go to private counseling sessions even after murdering four people or savagely beating their wives under the influence.
     Do you think for a minute that if Fuller was a black man from the inner city in Birmingham charged with the same exact crimes he would've been given the option of going into a lazy series of private counseling sessions? I think we all know the answer to that.
     And then there are the victims who still stick by their men and blast the media on the rare occasion it does its job. When people like Janay Palmer and the wife of David Vitter (R-Huggies) insist on remaining victims and sniping at the press, such people do a disservice to other victims of domestic violence and marital infidelity. When the system insists on keeping guys like Vitter and Fuller in power and teenaged murderers out of prison for crimes for which nonwhites often pay dearly whether they commit them or not, they do a disservice and an injustice to these victims. Just because real victims refuse to justifiably embrace their victimhood doesn't and shouldn't absolve their victimizers from legal and social comeuppance.
     But, in the words of the great Al Pacino:


Monday, September 8, 2014

The Puppy is Just to Get Your Attention

     Oh, don't look at me like that. I never almost never use puppies for such cynical means.
     But to get serious for a moment, this is about my Indiegogo campaign. Right now it's deader than Newt Gingrich's political career.
     Now, I've made mention of late of the ridiculous and downright cruel campaigns that have amassed anywhere from hundreds to hundreds of thousands of dollars ranging from anti porn campaigns to one idiot that got over 50 grand for a potato salad to the two highly successful Go Fund Me campaigns set up for Darren Wilson, the racist pig who shot Michael Brown on August 9th. Turns out that wasn't the only Go Fund Me campaign set up for an asshole cop: Just yesterday, I found out Go Fund Me had, until recently, allowed a page to be set up for Daniel Holtzclaw, a former Oklahoma City cop who's been charged with raping eight African American women (I'm sure GFM still took their 5% cut from the $7,000+ that had been raised).
     Undeterred, his deluded sister set up a Facebook page for his defense fund, since Facebook hasn't discovered a way to monetize that and, as with Darren Wilson's racist friends, they too are selling tee shirts.

     The point I'm making is that hundreds of thousands have been raised this past year alone for racists, killers, rapists and con artists who lied about getting stiffed on a tip and fabricated evidence for that claim to women lying about their kids having cancer to get sympathy bucks. (Yeah, there's been more than one in the last couple of years, believe it or not.)
     So, yeah, I guess I'm as bad as them for using a puppy but at least I didn't say he has cancer.
     All told, these killers and con artists had raked in countless hundreds of thousands of dollars and these people are the dregs of society, to put it charitably because they were able to make their lies and crimes tap into deep, rich veins of stupidity, ignorance and racism. In other words, the one thing they had on me was they knew how to go viral. My campaign, by contrast, has netted exactly $5. You don't believe me? Click on the link and check it out for yourself.
     The difference between the aforementioned scum and yours truly is that my book actually exists and I'm working on it even as you read this. I have a beta reader who's doing a line edit, over 130 literary agencies have seen it and an agent even invited me to resubmit it after I trimmed it down. I've contacted a voice over artist to narrate the trailer. Unlike the fictional cancer of those miscreants, Tatterdemalion exists. And I've offered some interesting incentives.
     But I guess incentives aren't good enough.
     A friend of mine emailed me last night to ask why I was still working on my novel since my Indiegogo campaign fell flatter than John Boehner on a weekend bender. Well, the campaign isn't the book any more than the wedding is the marriage. I told him that if the campaign dies an ignominious death in 43 days with just the $5, I'm going to go ahead with a scaled-down version of my marketing platform. I'm still hiring the voice over artist and I'm still going to hire publicists and take out ads when the book's ready to go to market (that is, considering it'll continue getting rejected and I'll have to go the self-publishing route).
     As with any business, the publishing biz is filled with morons and self-interested sociopaths looking for the next JK Rowling and EL James. But giving up is the only true failure and I will not die a failure. I realize, at this point, I'm tilting at windmills but so did a hapless bastard in La Mancha. I'm not going to bury my face in my hands and bitterly weep at how cruel and unjust the world is, although you and I both know it is, and give up when I'm so close to finishing this book.
     So, if I have to spend my dwindling funds that are currently earmarked for rent and our other bills, then so be it. That's how much I believe in Tatterdemalion. But I could really use some more help. And it drives me crazy that racist killers and con artists get exponentially more money than me when all I'm trying to do is bring something positive to the world and make myself more self-sufficient. Doesn't it drive you nuts, too?
     Ergo, if you've already contributed to Pottersville within the last month or so, don't worry about it. But if you're a regular reader who hasn't or one of my erstwhile readers from NBC Universal or the various financial groups, law firms and Ivy League colleges and universities that surf in here on a fairly regular basis, you may want to consider unprying a few shekels and taking advantage of my incentives.

Friday, September 5, 2014

The (Better) Half Has Never Been Told: A book review by Cyril Blubberpuss, Esq

     Since the golf ball cleaner on the links was busted and I was waiting for my caddy to suck my Titleists clean, I was thinking about a book I'd read recently by some liberal named Edward Baptist. It's called, The Half Has Never Been Told: Slavery and the Making of American Capitalism. Now, as if that wasn't a provocative enough title with its call for class warfare, it seems as if the limp-wristed Economist, which published a review of the book, has pulled it under some politically correct liberal faux outrage.
     The libs, most of them coming from Crooks and Liars (including a couple of comments from the left wing loon who runs this dump), are outraged that the Economist's anonymous reviewer rightly asked for both sides to be heard. No doubt, if any of the white slave owners who employed these sons of the soil were still around, they'd give a different perspective of the entire issue of so-called "slavery".
     For instance, they'd be quick to add that they were not the ones who'd gone to the Dark Continent and earnestly persuaded the blacks to leave their ancestral homeland for the honor of toiling on our cotton fields to prop up what would soon become the most powerful economy on earth. In fact, the plantation owners who'd graciously employed them paid dearly out of their own pockets to give these people steady jobs and help them achieve the American Dream. And I'm sure tearing their families apart on the auction block cost their masters dearly in man hours as the ungrateful new immigrants screamed and gnashed their white teeth when they should've shown some damned professionalism by starting their new jobs.
     I'm sure, if they were still around to defend themselves, some of the overseers would tell us of how difficult their jobs were and how they were forced to "motivate" the slower, lazier people, including women who had given birth in the cotton fields just minutes before, with their bullwhips. They would say what a moral sacrifice they'd made by having sex with these women so their children would be whiter and given faster access to the aforementioned American Dream.
     I haven't a doubt, if we could interview them, that these Southern Captains of Industry would give a more fair and balanced account of how they'd fed and housed these people for four centuries and even went to war and sacrificed over 300,000 of their dearest blood for the right to continue giving work to people who otherwise would've been frittering away their time in Africa dancing the Watusi and piercing their noses. If it wasn't for so-called slavery, there would be no Black History Month, no NAACP and no Aunt Jemima pancake mix.
     So, in the interests of fairness, it is vitally important the Economist reinstate the review with its author's call for some parity. No doubt, if Mr. Baptist chooses to write a book about the Holocaust, he'll "conveniently" leave out the perspective of the prison guards and Commandants who also gave the Jews steady work for the glory of the Free Market.

Blame Jack

     (Editor's note: Blame Jack the Ripper. Blame literary agent Philip Spitzer for being arrogant enough to think he can inform me through his flunky that I need to trim 100,000 words from my novel just to please him. Or you can blame me for my verbosity in drafting a quarter of a million word monstrosity last year. Either way, I'm fast running out of pages and I still have 20,000+ words to delete from my novel, and that's a compromise of 50,000 words. So please enjoy the most notorious examples of my alleged wit and wisdom from my last couple of weeks on Twitter.)

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Rosemary's Baby

     About four weeks ago in his byline here, Mike Flannigan opined that we've become so wearied by and used to corruption, we can no longer be trusted to identify it and respond appropriately to it. I will add here and now that not only is that true, we're outraged by the most ridiculous things and are led astray as easily as a pod of whales inexplicably beaching themselves. No one knows why it happens. It just does.
     Even the so-called "liberal media", that Goldstein of American journalism that doesn't exist any more than unicorns and ethical Republicans, doesn't think there's anything to the Rick Perry indictment. And most of the people we're listening to, including that punchline of jurisprudence, Fox's Judge Pirro, haven't even read the two page indictment neatly summing up the two counts against Rick Perry.
     Even David Axelrod, a vicious partisan prick and psychodelic bozo on the best of days, blew off the indictment on his Twitter account, which was enough to make headlines and start the echo chamber. The Perry indictment has already been tried in the court of public opinion and dismissed as partisan hackery and Texas politics as usual. Despite the usual paranoid screaming about the so-called "liberal media" by those on the far right lunatic fringe, the consensus has been one quiet yawn. Compare that to the media frenzy surrounding the Clinton blow job and Don Siegelman (more on that later).
     And as usual, these well-monied and well-heeled pundits we keep trotting out onto TV sound stages like so many precious Jon Benet Ramseys are stupid, lazy, ignorant and deliberately uninformed or misinformed about the basic facts of this indictment.
     To start, Rick Perry's veto withholding $7.5 million in funding wasn't the issue at stake and a cursory read through the slender indictment itself will disabuse anyone who cares about the truth of that falsehood. Unlike the President of the United States, the Governor of Texas has line item veto powers and it was entirely within Perry's legal purview to withhold funds from the Travis County DA's office. What was illegal, however, was Perry's avowed reason for doing this: Trying to force the resignation of Travis County DA Rosemary Lehmberg.
     Lehmberg, as we all know, was arrested, charged, convicted and sentenced to prison for drunk driving. Perry, every bit the reformed, God-fearing drunk as his predecessor, got on his high horse and made the colossal mistake of making those $7.5 million of state funding contingent on her resignation. If he'd simply denied the Travis County DA's office the funds, he would've been out of this clean and simple. It would've been the same as a hiring manager refusing to hire someone in his 50's but just not saying why.
     Lehmberg is just one of over 300 local prosecutors in Texas. In other words, she's a local elected official, ergo a local problem. Perry's withholding of funds from Lehmberg's office being contingent on her resignation is the basis of one of the indictments. This kind of bullying at the state level is a big no no even in a fabulously corrupt and dysfunctional state such as Texas.
     There's nothing really special about the Travis County DA's office except for one little thing: It's the one that houses and controls the Public Integrity Unit, the investigatory body that polices the state government of corruption. Had Lehmberg resigned, Perry would've had the latitude to name her successor and one can only imagine how dysfunctional the PIU would've gotten after that. Think of what happened after Cameron Todd Willingham was executed for a crime he didn't commit and Perry's conduct toward the Texas Forensic Science Commission. Perry 86'd the Chairman and two others who were pushing for a new investigation. In other words, the sleazy, tried-and-true Republican tactic of installing cronies and yes men onto commissions and courts in the interests of altering reality, evading justice and serious inquiries and shaping public perception.
     Now, compare the collective yawn of the Perry indictment to the media shark attack during and after the Siegelman case over a decade ago. The Bush-era Justice Department, acting on orders from piano wire artist Karl Rove, went after Siegelman year after year until they finally removed the Democratic Alabama Governor from office. We all now know specious circumstantial evidence was brought against Siegelman and Richard Scrushy that eventually sent them to prison, They were convicted by a viciously partisan right wing judge.
     The (Republican) judge in Bexar County appointed Michael McCrum, a former HW Bush prosecutor, to be the special prosecutor. McCrum, you might remember, had been handpicked by both John Cornyn and Kay Bailey Hutchison to take over the US Attorney's Office in the Western District of Texas. So much for the hysterical bloviating from the human convection ovens on the Far Right about this being a partisan witch hunt.
     Far from this indictment being a tempest in a teapot, this could lead to much bigger things when one considers Perry's hamfisted attempt to gain control of the Public Integrity Unit by forcing Lehmberg's resignation. Compared to his other crimes for which he has not been convicted, such as the execution of an innocent man, the Perry indictment indeed pales in comparison to the legal trouble he ought to be in. Because Rick Perry executed an innocent man, called him "a wife beater", packed his own Forensics Commission with political hacks and ignored exculpatory evidence that would've saved Cameron Todd Willingham's life.
     Rick Perry should be tried, sentenced and executed for murder instead of being allowed to turn his booking and mug shot into a circus of a photo op and staggering down the Presidential campaign trail to the yawns of the "liberal media."

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Good Times at Pottersville, #22

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Good Times at Pottersville, 8/30/14

Friday, August 29, 2014

Good Times at Pottersville, 8/29/14

Wednesday, August 27, 2014


     When I got up this morning, I thought I was going to have a shitty day. Yeah, me.
     It was one of those Twilight Zone types of days, with me as Burgess Meredith sitting on the steps of a ruined library, the last man on earth, and my glasses break just as I'm about to sit down and read all the classics I never had the chance to read during my busy life. Like Mr. Bemis, it seemed as if I was the last man on earth. Except for the usual spammers, I hadn't gotten a single email either unsolicited or in response to one I'd written. I'd lost followers on Twitter, including one I was still following. No interaction to anything I'd said there, no donations yet on my Indiegogo account, no hits here, my tooth began acting up and the only thing, it seems, that didn't happen to me today was getting hit by lightning in today's storm and that was only probably because I was cowering indoors... Basically, it was the world's way of saying, "Shut the fuck up and die already."
     Fine, I said, giving the finger back to the world, with English, realizing shit like this comes in fives or tens (Shakespeare said "they come in battalions") and never stops until the sun goes down. "I fucking hate you, too, you ungrateful asshole."
     Then Mrs. JP and I are sitting at the kitchen table a half hour ago and she tells me, "Holy shit, Cousin Deirdre's dead!" Her husband found her on the floor, a sight no spouse should have to come home to see.
     I won't reveal her surname until her husband says it's OK but she was a friend of Pottersville, a friend to Barb and a friend to me. We'd go on these texting jags that would drain both our cell phones' minutes. Like Barb's big sister Susan. she'd often send three or four at a time and she'd have me in stitches. She hated Chris Christie, Mitt Romney and was a good liberal. We'd gotten into the habit of exchanging Christmas cards over the last couple of years. We'd find ones with great lead images and write our own anti-conservative captions and crack each other up again. We'd text each other after getting them and wish each other a happy holiday just to piss off Bill O'Reilly.
     We called her "Cousin Deirdre" for several reasons.
     Her untimely death (she was in her 50's, about our age) immediately shamed me. Here, I thought I was having a bad day. You make new followers on Twitter, your blog has good days as well as bad and bad teeth fall or get pulled out. No big deal.
     I've lost good friends before. The mother of my kids died 20 years ago at 30 from cancer. My friend Jerry suddenly died after plastic surgery. My friend Jackie died months after she had cerebral surgery. And it could be some of my readers and blogger friends over the past 9 years shuffled off this mortal coil without so much as a goodbye. Last June, my former future father in law, one of the finest men I ever met, passed away after a long, productive life.
     But this one feels different and it feels so fucking... wrong.
     Perhaps it's because this comes at a time in our lives when Barb and I are the most vulnerable. The closest things we have to friends right now are my two sons, whose absence far outweighs their presence (which serves me right) and the former Pinochet henchman downstairs with the karaoke machine (Deirdre would've loved hearing about him). This comes at a time when Barb and I can't afford to lose even long distance friends, especially the exceedingly few who "get" me and my style.
     Of course, this isn't about me or Barb. It's about the husband and daughter she left behind. She was the only wife and mother they had. But I can only speak for myself. And, speaking solely for myself, I give a big middle finger to the Grim Reaper and say, "You suck. Do you have to do this all the time and often without warning? Every time I lose a friend, it's always sudden like a sap to the back to the head while you're cutting through an alley shortcut or lighting a cigarette waiting for a bus or..."
     Oh and one more thing, World:
     Yeah, what I said before? That goes double: Fuck you twice as much.
     And to Deirdre: You'd better keep St. Peter honest, you hear? Don't let him get bribed at the Pearly Gates by any more Republicans.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Iron Man Wags the Dog

     From The Times in London:
A film purporting to show the beheading of James Foley was probably staged, according to a forensic science company, which suggests the American journalist's execution may have been carried out off-camera... The analysis suggested that the militant, who speaks with a London accent and is believed to be British rapper Abdel-Majed Abdel Bary, may have been a frontman for the execution, and not necessarily the killer.
     Seriously? As if it's not confusing enough being told al Qaeda and ISIS itself doesn't actually exist (which would, you know, completely undermine our not-so-welcome curtain call in Iraq), now we're talking about Iron Man 3 trickery?
     Honestly, it doesn't matter one bit which party's in charge because they're both equally corrupt and insane. Does it make a difference to you if your face gets slapped with the right or left hand?
     When I read shit like this, I think of what Karl Rove told Ron Suskind at the middle of Bush's squattage of the Oval Office and realize we haven't come one inch closer to any real transparency in the five and a half years since Obama took over. We're still being lied to on every front, facts and numbers massaged, the real truth kept from us...
     And now it seems our government and sham terrorist groups are getting their ideas from Hollywood and spoonfeeding it to us like baby food loaded with crack. And we eat it up..
     Except James Foley's really dead.
     And the closet thing we have to Iron Man, Barack Obama, isn't nearly as surgically precise in his offensives as Iron Man is.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Go Fund Racism

     Over the last several days, Go Fund Me has proven that, regardless of its official Terms of Service and mealy-mouthing about not promoting hate speech, racism or anything of the sort, all that gets defenestrated pretty quickly when there's money to be made.
     And, as with any crowd-sourcing corporation, GFM takes a healthy cut out of campaigns. As with Kickstarter, they take 5%.
     Now, if you do a Google search for Go Fund Me, one of the first six hits you'll get is the first campaign for Officer Darren Wilson, the brave white cop who gunned down an unarmed African American teenager named Mike Brown on August 9th. I say "the first campaign" because, when the first one was so bloated with money from every racist in the country, someone then set up a second one. The first took in $234,910. The second one, at last count, raised over $50,000. Please note this is the money raised in less than a week. The first campaign lasted four days.
     This is considered "reward money." Officer Darren Wilson is now officially a bounty hunter.
     Now, you'd think a campaign motivated by racism would be frowned upon by a fine, upstanding corporation such as Go Fund Me. After all, they state in their FAQ in answer to the question, "Can (sic) I raise money for anything?":
As always, common sense goes a long way here. DO raise money for personal causes that are purposeful, exciting and inspiring to others. DON'T break any local laws, expect strangers to buy you stuff or promote inappropriate content. When in doubt, browse our categories of thousands of successful campaigns to see how others use GoFundMe.
     There you have it. If you gun down an unarmed black teen for no reason whatsoever, rewarding the killer falls under the heading of "personal causes that are purposeful, exciting and inspiring to others." Even if what's inspired is racism. This, despite their own TOS which prohibits, "(d) items that promote hate, violence, racial intolerance, or the financial exploitation of a crime."
     Now, you would've thought Go Fund Me would've realized they'd hit the tipping point when they were forced to delete the comments that accompanied the money that poured in as from a busted fire hydrant from Sarah Palin's "Real America". Now, lest you think all that moolie-killing moolah came from anonymous, individual racists, think again. A good chunk of that loot came from police departments such as these racists from Maryland who've already pronounced Darren Wilson a hero from afar before any real investigation's been carried out. Talk about being considered innocent until proven guilty (provided you're a white cop)!
     And apparently, Go Fund me, which has raked in well over $20,000,000 in the four plus years they've been in business, suddenly doesn't have much of a problem with "promot(ing) hate, violence, racial intolerance, or the financial exploitation of a crime" when there's corporate profit to be had despite much of that money coming in from some of the most racist dregs of American society.
     To put this largesse into perspective, this means that, in less than a week, Darren Wilson's already hauled in about 8 times more money than I have since I set up my Paypal account nearly five and a half years ago. Or, to put this into more merciless relief, Wilson's already hauled in about 10 times his annual salary in less than a week while my Indiegogo campaign to finance the startup costs of my upcoming novel has not gotten a single penny.
     Bottom line: In the United States of America, an unemployed guy trying to pull himself up by the bootstraps can't make a penny funding his book through a legitimate crowd sourcing campaign despite getting the word out to as many people as he can reach. But a cop who kills an unarmed black teenager, without asking for anything, gets enough money to set himself up for the next decade (George Zimmerman, don't forget, also cleared six figures after murdering Trayvon Martin.).
     Now, by saying this, I'm not saying you should donate to my Indiegogo campaign as some financial/moral counterweight. My book has nothing to do with Michael Brown and note I'm not even providing the link to my campaign. I'm just using this as a way to delineate the truly fucked-up priorities of this nation. It's one in which a reckless, murderous thug like Darren Wilson can elicit so much sympathy and money from the most virulent racist element in this country (that's complaining about being taxed to death under Obama). Meanwhile a guy honestly trying to contribute something positive to the world and to stand up on his own two feet, someone who's never judged much less harmed anyone based on the color of their skin gets completely ignored. Creativity isn't sexy enough. Needless destruction is.
     Go Fund Me, Go Fuck Yourself. You've sold out Mike Brown and his supporters and the entire African American population of this country by finally placing a dollar value on the shot-up head of an innocent black teenager and it's $14,245.50. Your pious, politically correct mealy-mouthing aside, when the bottom line has to be tallied, you, like any corporation, will always err on the side not of ethics or morality but money.
     Therefore, in light of your official subsidization and support of racially-based violence and murder, permit me to suggest a slight alteration to your corporate logo, such as this, for instance:

Friday, August 22, 2014

A Word From Scott Carson

     Greetings and solicitations from Tribeca:

     This is Scott Carson, narrator of Tatterdemalion, the book what tells the true story of how Buffalo Bill's posse brought Jack the Ripper to ground. The bird who stuck my kisser but his name on the cover, Robert Crawford, likes to think he wrote the book. But, essentially, he was just a glorified stenographer. Scribes often get deluded like that.
     At any rate, Crawford's more savvy with this internet machine contraption than I'll ever be (In my defense, I was born in late November 1866). Ergo, he'd initiated an Indiegogo campaign designed to raise a subscription to assist in the production costs. Again, if you're wondering who the dickens I am, I'm the guy who invented moving pictures (not lantern shows) and put the kibosh on Jack the Ripper. If you want to know more about my past and see some pictures I took in the 19th century, take a gander at my Twitter feed.
     Now, Lord knows I ain't no stranger to money. My old man, after all, was one of Goldman Sachs' first employees, having worked his way up from messenger boy. My old lady hails from New Orleans and came from old money herself. But Crawford's been strictly blue collar and over the last five years, years before we became acquainted, he'd fallen on hard times. In fact, his finances are such that he would've made the perfect candidate for my friend Jacob Riis when we used to prowl the Lower East Side and photograph the indigents. The poor bastard hasn't even got a sofa, for crissakes. Three years ago, he tried another subscription drive through some place called Kick My Ass Started... No, Kickstarter. Sorry. Anyway, that endeavor went bust in a big hurry. So he decided to give Indiegogo a spin.
     Anyway, Crawford set himself a goal of $2500 and two months to make it in order to meet, as I'd said, some startup costs. This involves hiring an actress to narrate something called a "trailer", printing up copies to send to reviewers and critics, buying advertising services to publicize our book, et cetera, et cetera. Apparently, a whole helluva lot has changed since I was coming of age in New York City in the '70's and '80's. Back then, scribblers like my old pal Stephen Crane would serially publish their novels in newspapers (Witness The Red Badge of Courage and Maggie: A Girl of the Streets). In those days, there weren't any such things as literary agents (which sounds like a spy or provocateur who likes to read) and demographics and so forth. Nowadays, most writers need to concoct what's called a "marketing platform" and your more efficacious ones require some serious liquid capital.
     Which brings us back to Square One. Crawford already put the bite on a lot of you last week or so and some of you, he's happy to report, had responded in wonderfully pragmatic ways. But on top of keeping body and soul together, having to pay his slumlord every month, keeping Edison's electricity on, plus some recent problems with his 16 year-old horseless carriage what required the services of a mechanic, he's pretty strapped for cash and if I could help, I would.
     So that's where you kind folks come in. In spite of his delusions of being a novelist, he still knows how to turn a neat phrase once in a while and, considering the horse hockey I've been seeing in this century's book stores, I have to say he definitely deserves a leg up in this business. So please give my friend's Indiegogo page a looksee and make note of the perks he offers. And please keep in mind Tatterdemalion's not a one-off or what Crawford calls a "standalone." My adventures continued when I reunited with Buffalo Bill, Annie and Frank in Chicago during the World's Fair in '93 and again in New Orleans in 1918-9. You help Tatterdemalion make a big splash and get a real publisher and Crawford will be able to write his own ticket and finally make himself solvent so he won't have to put the arm on youse anymore.
     And he promises to be back in this forum soon caterwauling about the recent unrest in my old pal Scott Joplin's home state of Missouri or the nation's capitol or where ever there's buncombe and racist tension popping up. Which, nowadays, seems to be all over God's Creation.
     Farewell and Godspeed.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Got MLK?

(Editor's note: This is a letter I've just sent to the editor of the Columbia Tribune who published the racist cartoon above. You can lodge a complaint if you so wish by calling (573) 815-1700 or email the editor at
     To whom it may concern:
     I don't know who you are or what your name and that is immaterial. The cartoon you posted in the Columbia Tribune picking out a few undesirable elements that purport to speak for legitimate protesters was plainly drawn by a racist who, for some reason, you've chosen to retain on your staff.
     You personally are an embarrassment to all editors, all journalists, all Missourians and all Americans. In your feeble, plainly racially-biased attempt at humor, you have thrown a few more gallons of gas on a fire that is already raging and getting bigger by the day. And to anyone who isn't blinded by hatred of black people, it's screamingly obvious the vast majority of crimes being committed in Ferguson are by law enforcement rather than a handful of opportunistic looters.
     Why don't you have your Klan cartoonist shed some light on Ferguson cops throwing tear gas canisters at unarmed African Americans standing in their own back yards or of Ferguson police slamming a pregnant black woman to the ground? How about a nice one panel cartoon of Officer Go Fuck Yourself who threatened the life of a journalist and got suspended thanks to the MO ACLU?
     Or would that not be demeaning enough to the 78% of Ferguson that's African American or too truthful about a Ferguson PD that's over 90% white?
     I'm the father of two biracial boys myself. All their lives I've fought tirelessly to keep them from racists like you and, to my detriment, I have concluded that I have failed. There are simply too many of you in this world, people, for want of a better word, who are bound and determined to drag African Americans kicking and screaming into the days before the Civil Rights Act of 1964, when Birmingham cops sicced attack dogs on African Americans who peacefully protested for the right to vote without onerous Jim Crow litmus tests.
     Sort of like the Ferguson cops who are holding barely-restrained attack dogs before the African American residents of Ferguson.
     You need to resign your post immediately after allowing this execrable cartoon to be published in your racist rag.

(Update: The editor of this rag deigned to respond to me and you've gotta see to believe how this assclown excuses his blatant racism.)

On Thu, 8/21/14, Mailbox - Editor wrote:

 Subject: Re: Got MLK?
 To: "Crawford Robert"
 Date: Thursday, August 21, 2014, 1:37 PM

 Robert, I would ask you to look at
 the cartoon in context. Three of the preceding four days
 featured editorial cartoons about the Michael Brown tragedy,
 the militarization of the police response and a likeness of
 Lady Justice with six bullet wounds. The editorial cartoon
 yesterday accompanied a Rich Lowry column about the
 unfortunate presence of looters and how that is not a
 legitimate form of protest. Provocative yes. Racist?
 Certainly not in intent or context. I do appreciate your

 Jim Robertson
 Via mobile

(My response)
     Oh, so your occasional racism and bloviating the dubious virtues of the Church of Both Sides Do It makes your Klan Kartoonist's pitiful attempt at humor a matter of "context", eh?
     Again, the greater evils of the Ferguson, St. Ann and St. Louis Co PDs by far outweigh those of a few morons who looted a handful of stores. Your blatantly racist cartoonist giving the space he did attempts a false equivalency that simply doesn't exist. And since all the people in that execrable cartoon appear to be of African American origin, it would seem your redneck Gary Trudeau is of the opinion all looters are African Americans who go after wide screen plasma TVs.
     Essentially, it's obvious to any fair-minded person that your paper suffers from the same blindness to bad optics and negative PR as the police departments involved. "What? It was only a joke!" is all we hear from the lunatic right wing who is ably represented by the aforementioned Rich Lowry of The National Review.and to whom you've just proudly admitted your rag gives house room.
     Again, your cartoonist needs to be fired and you need to either resign from your post as editor or be fired by the board.
     And it isn't just me who's hopping mad over this. Your latest edition just went viral all over the internet, including Crooks and Liars and Twitter (See my crosspost in my tagline). So, I am speaking not just for myself and behalf of my biracial children but possibly hundreds of thousands. You, sir, are a national laughingstock and for all the wrong reasons.


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Good Times at Pottersville, 8/19/14

Monday, August 18, 2014

Tin Soldiers and Nixon's Coming

"Law never made men a whit more just; and, by means of their respect for it, even the well-disposed are daily made the agents of injustice."  Henry David Thoreau, Civil Disobedience, 1849
(By American Zen's Mike Flannigan, on loan from Ari.)
     Perhaps only the illiteracy quotient of your average teabagger accounts for their not fully embracing Henry David Thoreau. The New England transcendentalist and abolitionist who once famously said, "That government is best which governs least" would've been apoplectic had he seen what's going on in Ferguson, Missouri. He definitely would've gone over the edge on hearing that DINO Jay Nixon, in an eerie reprisal of Kent State, had signed an executive order sending the National Guard to Ferguson and Florissant to oppose the largely peaceful protesters. Indeed, his executive order reads exactly like Orwellian boilerplate, with all the blame being cast on the civilians who have no weapons and have killed no one and even having the gall to invoke Mike Brown's name to restore order. You know, the Mike Brown who was murdered by a St. Louis County cop named Darren Wilson who didn't even know Brown was a suspect in a petty robbery and sparked off this massive, growing civil disobedience.
     Anyone even tangentially and obliquely familiar with his work could accurately anticipate the horror with which Thoreau would've viewed the reports coming out of Missouri. By today's standards and the rigid, ideological divisions of today, he would've been considered an odd duck: The man who'd famously built a cabin in Lincoln and lived among the flora and fauna, fighting tirelessly for the environment was America's proto-hippie. But there was another side to Thoreau who just as famously concluded that all governments are corrupt and, at best, were no more moral, just or legitimate than the free will of every and any individual.
     And the man who had eloquently mourned John Brown and condemned his execution even as the church bells in Concord rang in his honor would be taking to his Twitter and Facebook accounts screaming at the madness and the injustice of what's been happening in Ferguson this past week. And the Teabaggers would be rallying behind him since there was no love lost between Thoreau and the federal or Confederate governments.
     Any flashpoint that hardens into a cause, the understandable and remarkably restrained outrage of the citizenry that's even now defying a quasi-fascist curfew, is but a synecdoche of a larger issue. And that larger issue touching on the smaller issue of the murder of Michael Brown, heinous as it was, is every human being's right to their personal dignity and limited sovereignty. And that has been systemically and brutally violated in Ferguson, from the local constabulary all the way up to the Missouri Statehouse.

"It is not desirable to cultivate a respect for the law."
     Even though Thoreau had 13 more years to expand upon his philosophy of civil disobedience that wasn't so much a Constitutional right as an obligation, he never suggested what the alternative was to be. Humans need government and leadership. We crave it, we demand it. The alternative is anarchy. If you want a social safety net, infrastructure and its maintenance, a progressive taxation (to which Thoreau was also opposed) to fund these and many other public works, then you need government.
     While Thoreau was naive in the extreme in thinking we could simply divest ourselves of government, he was nonetheless canny enough to realize the inherent corruption that goes hand in hand with government. He was also smart enough to know that, even in a democratic society, not every problem has a democratic solution.
     In Ferguson, this is proven in the people being denied their first amendment right to peaceful assembly, surely, along with free speech and a free press, the most fundamentally democratic right there is. And the typical knee jerk response for any paranoid, corrupt government that's opposed even in the wake of a hideous injustice such as Mr. Brown's murder, is to mass its forces and brutally suppress and oppress the very civil disobedience Thoreau found practically sacred.
     After a 24 hour moratorium following President Obama's call for peace in Ferguson, the police state came back with a vengeance with tanks, tear gas canisters deployed constantly, rubber bullets fired into the crowd, reporters from the Huffington Post and Washington Post rounded up and arrested without charge at a local McDonald's and a midnight to five AM curfew you usually see only in banana republics. A live video feed I saw last night showed over 40,000 people in real time an NBC cameraman getting his life threatened by a Ferguson cop. The bullhorns blaring orders, the smoke and the ubiquitous police state made Ferguson, MO, a town of 21,200, look like the set of a dystopian science fiction movie.
     And even though the local and state police have largely gone unengaged, Governor Jay Nixon feels the answer to civil disobedience is to further saturate Ferguson with more armed troops and telling lies about the protesters in his very executive order. It brings to mind Kathleen Blanco's own executive order essentially calling for the killing of black people for looting local stores of essentials after Katrina devastated NOLA and the federal government was nowhere to be seen.

Damnation Without Representation
     It goes without saying African Americans remain the most underserved segment of our melting pot of a nation. What's happening in Ferguson, now officially an international embarrassment with Palestinian recognition and Australian condemnation and ridicule, automatically rolls back Civil Rights a half century to where it was before President Lyndon Johnson signed that landmark legislation in 1964. And the differences between Ferguson and the Bundy Ranch last April are stark, indeed. None of the black protesters are armed with anything deadlier than a tattered First Amendment. At the Bundy ranch, the exclusively white protesters were openly sighting down on federal officers with impunity.
     And it's easy to see Thoreau's moral quandary had he seen these two incidents side by side as we can. He naturally would've sympathized with both factions in Ferguson and the Bundy ranch. That is, until Cliven Bundy and his supporters came out in favor of slavery and a former sheriff openly flaunting the idea of using women as human shields.
     Humanity has never struck, nor will ever likely strike that elusive balance between minimalist, social laissez faire government and brutal, corrupt totalitarianism. As Lord Acton once famously said, "Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely." And we're seeing in a little St. Louis suburb the arrogance and power-mad corruption of a state being challenged in the wake of an unjust crime being perpetuated on an innocent man.
     Here's another quote, this one from former Georgia Republican Bob Barr: "If you give government power, it will use it." The same thing goes for toys the DoD and Homeland Security give local police departments through federal grants, making our public servants better armed and more heavily-armored than our troops ever were in Iraq and Afghanistan.
     Yes, if Thoreau were resurrected and alive to see the madness into which this nation daily sinks more deeply, if he could see how his prized civil rebels had nonetheless come to embrace the slavery and racial bigotry that he also abhorred, he'd mutter the 19th century's equivalent of "Piss on it," and go back to his cabin on Walden Pond, wondering what went wrong.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Homemade Kickstarter Campaign

     I promise at the first available opportunity (probably tomorrow in which I'll likely weigh in on the recent unpleasantness in Ferguson) to give you the largely ignored bloggy badness on any and sundry subjects both political and social. But for now, I'd like to propose an idea:
     Some of you may recall a Kickstarter campaign I did back in the fall of 2011 when I tried to crowd source some financing for a crime trilogy I was writing at the time. It fell flatter than the top of Allen West's head largely because Kickstarter immediately buried my campaign and at least at the time didn't even have a "Book and writing" category where people could find it. In other words, if you didn't know the exact URL, you wouldn't know where to find it.
     Based on that and my unwillingness to share 10% of my pledges with Kickstarter (not that I had a chance of even coming close to reaching my goal), I'd like to do a homemade Kickstarter campaign here. I don't like their set-up and the way they bury worthy projects while guys get $50,000+ for making a fucking potato salad.
     One thing I like about Kickstarter is how each campaign offers rewards and incentives based on the size of the donation. I can think of those on my own and another advantage to posting them here is my proposals and how I write them don't have to pass an endless muster as with three years ago.
     Now, I posted something a few days ago about my plan to hire a professional voice artist named Debbie Irwin to narrate the trailer. That looks as if it'll be a done deal without having to arm-wrestle over the fee, largely thanks to one guy's generosity (and you know who you are). But I began thinking today that that should only be the start of what needs to be a professional marketing platform from top to bottom in order to get my properties and brand way beyond Pottersville and Twitter. That takes financing.
     So, here goes:
     With your permission of course, a donation this size gets you a mention in my list of acknowledgements as a donor, sponsor or whatever words I choose that day.
     A donation this size gets you both a mention in the acknowledgements and trailer plus a free electronic copy in .docx format of Tatterdemalion.
     A donation this size will get you a mention in my acknowledgements and trailer, and a free, signed copy of Tatterdemalion's physical Create Space edition, shipped anywhere within the continental US, at my expense.
     A donation this size gets you a mention in my list of acknowledgements, the trailer, a signed copy of the physical edition shipped within the continental US at my expense and, not only that, I will have a proof specially made for each of you donating this amount dedicated to you with a personal message.
     On request, anyone donating this amount will get all the above plus have a character in Tatterdemalion named after them along with any brief description or characteristic you'd wish for me to assign the character. This may prove to be a quite a kick in case this book takes off as I have a feeling it will. Imagine your name being in a book that goes to Hollywood.
     Anyone donating this amount will get all the above plus your fictional namesake will be mentioned twice. Who knows? In the two sequels I have planned, your character may be a recurring one.
     The Big Kahuna: Anyone donating this amount will get, if they wish:
     A mention in the list of acknowledgements and trailer.
     A signed, physical copy of Tatterdemalion dedicated to you with a personal message from me.
     A character named after you that will be mentioned twice.
     A free copy of all my books past, present and future, especially if I can get a traditional publishing contract, which I will also mail at no charge anywhere within the continental US.
     A partridge in a pear tree and everything before it. OK, I'm kidding about that.
     How's that for incentives? A decent response could get me advertising services that are currently out of reach as I have to keep paying the bills.
     Now, back to our regularly and irregularly scheduled political insanity...

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Good Times at Pottersville, 8/14/14

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