WhiteTrashPromenade

Dispatches from the court

Name: KoWT

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

an old woman I know, a friend's mom, at the age of 50 decided she didn't want to work anymore

I can hardly blame her for that

she raised a bunch of kids, put up with, ejected, and ultimately outlived a boozer husband, she had worked broken dick unskilled factory jobs for two decades (all through her 30's and 40's) before she spit the bit and sought to stay home and hang out with her pets and grandkids

she applied for social security: bad back

application rejected

I've no reason to doubt that her back hurt, but the rejection had had a decided effect on her behavior

she started in on regular doctor visits harping about back pain

soon, she'd go on and on about her poor back to anyone who would listen to her (just to stay in character I guess)

eventually, she had a surgery of some sort

when the time came, she announced the surgery didn't work (imagine that)

after three years of gaming the system, she got certified disabled and now hangs out with her pets and grandchildren while the taxpayers (via the federal government) pays her rent

she says her back feels much better these days
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next up, this guy I know

low born white trash

big race car fan

worked a job doing some kind of machine husbandry at a little tool and die place

his home looked like something Family Guy's Quagmire would run. I called it "The Love Grotto" to tease him.

he was a big audiophile too, with names like Bang and Olafson, Klipsch, and Boston Accoustics on the shelves in his house

he hooked up with a powder bunny he met in a bar

chick was cute, I'll grant him that (albeit most fems in their 20's are)

she was also a cocaine snorting freak with a penchant for partying

he hung out with her for a while

got her pregnant

they fought some

he slapped her around

she left

next up: she's on the dole, and he owes the state child support

then the whining:

"they take too much, man. Too much. A third! I have no money after I pay my bills"

So he quit his job and got another one, without informing the state so they could take their court mandated cut

welfare threw him in jail for 90 days for "failure to pay child support"

for a nominal fee, they let him out of jail to work ("huber release" they call it)

the state also got a court order saying that he can't quit his job unless he has another job lined up for the same or more pay

after a 3 months in jail, and 3 months out, he started in to complaining about his arm

"my hand is always numb and it's not working right"

he took to cradling the arm in a gimpy pose up against his ribs, with the wrist turned over and the fingers splayed and kinda claw like in their pose

all sorts of medical tests were run

the doctors maintained that there was nothing physically wrong with his arm

he persisted

there were more medical tests

and then court dates

it went on for years

his arm actually atrophied for lack of use (not to mention how he held it), and came to look like a birth defect of some sort

in the end, he "won"

today, his child support now comes out his disability payments

and he sits and home, with his freak's arm, and watches lots and lots of cable TV

Thursday, March 15, 2007

fuck welfare

By local (USA) standards, I've been poor for the totality of my 40+ years on the planet

high school dropout (although I did do the 7th and 10th grades twice before bailing)

did a stint in prison (plea bargain on a bullshit charge that, if convicted, ran the risk of a decade in the joint, instead of the year-and-a-day that I agreed to)

last year, thanks mostly to the EIC, my family (wife, 4kids) pulled nearly 5,000 dollars in our tax "refund" (as filed free, online, via Intuit's Tax Freedom Project)

that made for a +30% credit to my family's income for last year

we spent it on Dunn Bros coffee and a family trip to the science museum...the rest we wasted on eye-glasses for a (barely) adult son, dental work for the wife and two juveniles (my own teeth are a travesty), and a space-heater for some frozen pipes

the mrs works, I haven't earned a dime in 7 years

the last year I worked was also the high water mark for my earning history: just over 16 thou

that was before the "welfare reform" of the Clinton years screwed me over royally

I had two kids with a needle junky prostitute who I knocked up and tried to convert to a wife

me being of Catholic extraction, I married her 6 months before our first kid was born (albeit the marriage was in a creepy little, decidedly non-catholic, house-turned-into-a-church with cheesy red stained glass windows and an iridescent blue neon cross on the roof)

despite my efforts, she made a nearly seamless 2 year transition from needle junky prostitute to faithless alcoholic wife

I think her end of spitting the bit on marriage sprang strictly from white trash economic decision making:

she stood to make a better living driving me out of the household and going on welfare than putting up with my moral tyranny

welfare made a perfect sugar daddy, they didn't care where the money they gifted her was spent, and they didn't care who she fucked/lived with (so long as it wasn't me, the father of the children she was collecting welfare for)

her getting drunk and fucking my buddies was a major stumbling block in our getting along, throw in my disdain for spending sparse household finances on booze (not to mention staying home with the kids while she caroused), and I was released and replaced by the decidedly better deal offered her by the county welfare department

the county started running up a tab for some of the money they sent her, all the while the kids were spending the majority of their time living with me

the philosophy has since been codified into the following snippit from one of my oft delivered "advice for young dads" lectures: "if bitch is good enough to get pregnant, but proves too crazy to live with, it's NOT okay to let her raise your babies without you...no matter how much you pay in child support, you can't nullify your duty to that child...you owe the child your guidance before you owe the state your money"

and so time went by, she collected welfare for over 8 years while the children spent the lion's share of their time with me, while I collected zero benefits despite being the full time working, low income earning, main care giver of the children

I even negotiated a deal with the kids' maternal grandmother to split the $600/year tuition-for-poor-people demanded by the local Catholic school (money which was later misappropriated to the point of the children getting thrown to public schools...but I digress)

the welfare reform of the Clinton years ruined my low-end economy by raising my government mandated child support payments from $150/month to $464/month (representing over 1/3 of my monthly wages)

I still vividly remember the scene from the courtroom where I was was screwed over by a bored looking administrative law judge (whatever that is) who rubber-stamped the county's highballed proposed payments

I took a day off of work to drive 100 miles for court

the ex, who lived 2 blocks from the courthouse, got to appear by phone (a victory for the county, as even a bored administrative law judge could tell by looking that bitch had mental issues)

I walked into the courtroom intent on earning a contempt charge if things went poorly

I didn't even get that, they mailed me the judge's decision

I couldn't make the payments

they snatched my drivers' license for falling behind

Tax time came and they snatched my EIC money too

I moved into a shithole efficiency not far from where the kids lived, and kept on keeping on

I tried bringing a calender marked with the days the kids spent with me, along with 3 police reports for drunk related police calls to the ex's, to the woman at the county as proof that they oughta let up on me a bit

the solution set she offered to me?

take the ex to court and sue for custody, whereupon I could go on the dole and do her like she did me

at the time, I didn't think of myself as a libertarian, much less the future pater familias of an anarcho-capitalist collective

but the whole concept of taking her to court for the children's pink slips struck me as ridiculously fraught with risk and danger

how much shit would a white trash felon have to sling in a courtroom to get a judge to hand legal possession of the kids over to him?

what were the odds that their crazed mom would do something awful after reading the damning pre-court testimony off of paperwork delivered by the sheriff?

what effects would such a play have on my children's worldview and future decision making process?

I told the woman from the county I wasn't willing to do that and walked

I talked a pal into buying the house my apartment was in for the low-balled price that I'd weedled out of the landlord with tales of my plight. I evicted the other renters ("racist!" they called me), and we remodeled the place and raised the rents....slum no more

two years later, the ex (in keeping with the Clinton era welfare reform gameplan) was thrown off the welfare rolls after a 10 year run

shortly thereafter, the children's value having plummeted, she "allowed" them to move in with me full time (one was in 5th grade, the other in 3rd)

today, both the kids are now adults

and, every month, the county sends me a demand for the $25,000+ that they gave to the ex over the years

Friday, January 12, 2007

Robert Anton Wilson bails from the mortal realm

select excerpts from RAW's "Schroedinger's Cat":

The majority of Terrans were six-legged. They had territorial squabbles and politics and wars and a caste system. They also had sufficient intelligence to survive on that barren boondocks planet for several billions of years.

We are not concerned here with the majority of Terrans. We are concerned with a tiny minority-the domesticated primates who built cities and wrote symphonies and invented things like tic-tac-toe and integral calculus. At the time of our story, these primates regarded themselves as the Terrans. The six-legged majority and other life-forms on that planet hardly entered into their thinking at all, most of the time.

The domesticated primates of Terra referred to the six-legged majority by an insulting name. They called them "bugs."

There was one species on Terra that lived in very close symbiosis with the domesticated primates. This was a variety of domesticated canines called dogs.

The dogs had learned to achieve a rough simulation of "guilt" and "remorse" and "worry" and other domesticated primate characteristics.

The domesticated primates had learned how to achieve simulations of "loyalty" and "dignity" and "cheerfulness" and other canine characteristics.

The primates claimed that they loved the dogs as much as the dogs loved them. Still, the primates kept the best food for themselves. The dogs noticed this, you can be sure, but they loved the primates so much that they forgave them.

One dog became famous. Actually he and she was a group of dogs, but they became renowned collectively as Pavlov's Dog.

The thing about Pavlov's Dog is that he or she or they responded mechanically to mechanically administered stimuli. Pavlov's Dog caused some of the domesticated primates, especially the scientists, to think that all dog behavior was equally mechanical. This made them wonder about other mammals, including themselves.

Most primates ignored this philosophical challenge. They went about their business assuming that they were not mechanical.

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The six-legged majority on Terra were never consulted when the domesticated primates set about building weapons that could destroy all life-forms on that planet. This was not unusual. The fish, the birds, the reptiles, the flowers, the trees, and even the other mammals weren't allowed to vote on this issue. Even the wild primates weren't involved in the decision to produce such weapons. In fact, the majority of domesticated primates themselves never had a say in the matter.

A handful of alpha males among the leading predator bands among the domesticated primates had made the decision on their own. Everybody else on the planet-including the six-legged majority, who had never been involved in primate politics-just had to face the consequences.

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Most of the domesticated primates of Terra did not know they were primates. They thought they were something apart from and "superior" to the rest of the planet.

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Since a great deal of primate behavior was considered just awful, most of the domesticated primates spent most of their time trying to conceal what they were doing.

Some of the primates got caught by other primates. All of the primates lived in dread of getting caught.

Those who got caught were called "no-good shits".

The term no-good shit was a deep expression of primate psychology. For instance, one wild primate (a chimpanzee) taught sign language by two domesticated primates (scientists) spontaneously put together the signs for "shit" and "scientist" to describe a scientist she didn't like. She was calling him shit-scientist. She also put together the signs for "shit" and "chimpanzee" for another chimpanzee she didn't like. She was calling him shit-chimpanzee.

"You no-good shit," domesticate primates often said to each other.

This metaphor was deep in primate psychology because primates mark their territories with excretions, and sometimes they threw excretions at each other when disputing over territories.

One primate wrote a long book describing in vivid detail how his political enemies should be punished. He imagined them in an enormous hole in the ground, with flames and smoke and rivers of shit. This primate was named Dante Alighieri.

Another primate wrote that every primate infant goes through a stage of being chiefly concerned with biosurvival, i.e. food, i.e. Mommie's Titty. He called this the Oral Stage. He said the infant next went on to a stage of learning mammalian politics, i.e. recognizing the Father (alpha male) and his Authority and territorial demands. He called this, with an insight that few primates shared, the Anal Stage.

This primate was named Freud. He had taken his own nervous system apart and examined his component circuits by periodically altering its structure with neuro-chemicals.

Among the anal insults exchanged by domesticated primates when fighting for their space were: "Up your ass," "Go shit in your hat," "You're full of shit," "Take it and stick it where the moon doesn't shine," and many others.

One of the most admired alpha males in the Kingdom of the Franks was General Canbronne. General Canbronne won this adulation for the answer he once gave when asked to surrender at Waterloo.

"Merde," was the answer General Canbronne gave.

When primates went to war or got violent in other ways, they always said they were about to "knock the shit" out of the enemy.

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Justin Case suspected that the FBI was tapping his phone. However, 9,000,000 out of 20,000,000 primates in New York also suspected the FBI of tapping their phones. Case just happened to be one of the 8,000,000 who were correct in this suspicion.

Case was certainly not a mutineer by temperament; his visual cortex-the most energized part of him-was neurogenetically imprinted with a dry, detached, analytical, almost passive, temperament. His world was made up of forms in space, edited into amusing montages by the passing of time; if he ever read books, he might have found that Einstein's Relativity was the mathematical analog of his own mind.

Even paintings barely won his tolerance; only film and TV, basically montage, turned him on. He was inclined to feel that anything which did not flicker, shimmer, and change rapidly was probably dead and should be decently and quickly buried.

In short, he was an electronic Taoist.

The Vietnam War had been punishing in various ways to all Unistaters, but Case, embroiled in the center of it, experienced it as very bad TV. It was like the film had stuck and Moe kept jabbing his finger in Curly's eye, over and over, in an infinite regress, until the myth and metaphor had both turned meaningless through redundance. If the war wasn't that, it was sloppy editing or just plain bad taste. The mutiny was the only equivalent he could find to the simple act of turning the dial to another channel.

He had tried to explain this to the lieutenant appointed to defend him at the court-martial, a sly, cat-faced young man named Lionel Eacher. Lieutenant Eacher, before entering the service, had been an expert at Contract Law, the rules by which the primates determined and marked their territories. Remember: other mammals do this by leaving excretions which geometrically define the size and shape of the claimed turf, but domesticated primates do it by excreting ink on paper. Eacher was a lawyer, an expert at proving either that the ink excretions meant what they said (if he were being paid to prove that) or that the ink excretions didn't exactly mean what they said (if he were being paid to prove that).

Lionel Eacher listened to Case's story with growing incredulity. At the end of the narrative he frowned very thoughtfully and said, "Would you just run that by me again?"

So Case had explained, this time in more detail, the aesthetics of proper utilization of sadomasochist material in the total structure of Significant Form.

"I see," Eacher said thoughtfully. "I think we've got a winner." He relaxed and lit a cigarette. "The usual defense is that you were reading the Bible and saw a white light and Jesus told you to give up war. But this, well, this is beautiful. You sound like a real fruitcake. I might even get you a medical discharge."

Case realized that he was talking to a barbarian, but that was normal in the military. He had an intuitive sense that twenty years in the joint, which was what the Judge Adjutant General's office was asking, would be even more redundant, in the S-M dimension, than the war itself. Very well: If a man of esthetic sensibility seemed like a fruitcake to these primitives, so be it. He wanted to go home.

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The Vietnam War, like most primate squabbles, was about territory. Chinese primates, Unistat primates, the primates of the Bear Totem from the steppes and various local Southeast Asian primates were trying to expand their collective-totem egos (territories) by taking over the turf in Southeast Asia. If they had been wild primates, they would have all excreted in the disputed area and maybe thrown excretions at each other; being domesticated primates, they made ink excretions on paper and threw metal and chemicals at each other. It was one of a series of rumbles over Southeast Asia which had at one time or another involved Dutch primates, French primates, primates of the Rising Sun totem, and various other predator bands.

Since the Unistat primates, like other domesticated hominids, did not know they were primates, all this was explained by a ferocious amount of ink excretions invoking Morality and Ideology, the twin gods of domesticated primatedom. Basically, the primates who wanted to claim Southeast Asia said it was "good" to go in shooting and grab whatever was grabable; the primates who didn't give a fuck about Southeast Asia said it was "evil."

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John Brown, motivated by Idealism, had set out to abolish slavery in Unistat in the nineteenth century. On one of his first raids he murdered a whole family of slave owners. An associate, who was less Idealistic, had suggested sparing the children, but John Brown refused.

"Nits grow up to be lice," he said.

Idealists were like that. You were much safer falling into the hands of the Cynics. The Cynics regarded everybody as equally corrupt.

The Idealists regarded everybody as equally corrupt, except themselves.

The six-legged majority on Terra had never developed Idealism or Cynicism, nor had they ever thought of sin or corruption. They had a simple, pragmatic outlook. People could be recognized because they all had six legs. Good people smelled right and were part of the same hive or colony. Bad people smelled wrong and were not part of the hive; they should be eaten at once, or driven off.

Two-legged and four-legged critters weren't people at all and to hell with them.

The four-legged residents of Terra were, for the most part, equally simpleminded. People had four legs. Six-legged critters were food, or else they were not worth noticing. Two-legged critters were dangerous, and should be avoided.

Only the dogs, among all the four-legged Terrans, recognized the two-legged primates as being people.

Some of the primates also recognized the dogs as being people.

One-tenth of one percent of the domesticated primates recognized all the life-forms on their planet as people.

The one-tenth of one percent of the primates who recognized non-primates as people were in violent disagreement with each other about everything else. About one-third of them were Mystics and suffered from Permanent Brain Damage brought on by fasting, yoga, or other masochistic practices. They had attained understanding of the Intelligence of all living beings through an ecstatic-agonizing experience of ego loss brought on by their masochistic excesses. They went around talking about this genetic Intelligence and calling it "God" and telling everybody it was too smart to make mistakes and incidentally talking a lot of nonsense, also brought on by their excesses.

Another third of the primates who recognized consciousness wherever it existed were specially trained scientists, in fields like ethology, ecology, biophysics, and Neurologic. They all talked in specialized jargons and hardly anybody could understand them. Most of them couldn't even understand one another.

The last third of the primates who had a sense of the genetic program behind evolution were folk who had eaten some strange chemicals or vegetables. They were like the blind Denebian shell cats who suddenly encounter water for the first time by falling into an ocean. They knew something was happening to them, but they weren't sure what it was.

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POE theoretically had no leader. It was an anarcho-Marxist collective.

The real leader was, of course, an alpha male. His name was Franklin Delano Roosevelt Stuart, and he was one of the smartest men in Unistat at that time. Unfortunately, his reptile biosurvival circuit was imprinted with chronic anxiety, his mammalian emotional-territorial circuit was imprinted with defensive aggression, his hominid semantic circuit was imprinted with an explosive blend of Black street cynicism and New Left ideology, and his domesticated sociosexual circuit was from Kinksville.

F.D.R. Stuart claimed that the purpose of POE was to accelerate the dialectical process of evolution toward the classless society where all would live in peace, prosperity, and socialist solidarity, and there would be no cops.

The real purpose of Stuart's activities was to get even. The other primates in Unistat had raped his mother and jailed his father and driven his brothers and sisters into street crime and junk and generally maltreated him all his life. In addition they called him by an insulting name, which was nigger.

Second in command in POE was Sylvia Goldfarb, a refugee from God s Lightning, NOW, the Radical Lesbians, and Weather Underground. She was even smarter than F. D.R. Stuart, but she deferred to him, despite her feminist orientation, because he was a true alpha male who was a Mean Motherfucker When Crossed and had even more rage in him than she did.

To Sylvia, the purpose of POE, she said, was to create a world where all men and women, all races and all classes, all humanity, lived in loving harmony and ate uncooked fruits and vegetables.

Her real motive was also to get even. The other primates discriminated against her for being female, for being Jewish, for being highly verbal and a Teacher's Pet, for wearing glasses, for being an atheist, and for several dozen other reasons at least. They also called her by an insulting name, which was dyke.

The third founding member was Mountbatten Babbit, who was a cyclical schizophrenic. He wigged out once a year, on the average, and had learned how to medicate himself with phenothyazines to keep those periods of Bizarresville down to a few weeks each, but during those dilations of ego he was likely to be anybody from Napoleon to a Vietnamese Buddhist. The rest of the year he was a brilliant research chemist and computer expert, but it was hard for him to get a good job because of his several incarcerations in mental hospitals.

Babbit said he was in POE to create a rational world guided by sound scientific and libertarian-socialist principles. Yeah, he wanted to get even too. The other primates called him a nut or a fruitcake.

The other members of POE were equally brilliant and equally desperate.

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The Revolution of Lowered Expectations had not been invented by Furbish Lousewart. The whole neurosociology of the twentieth century could be understood as a function of two variables-the upward-rising curve of the Revolution of Rising Expectations and the downward-plunging trajectory of the Revolution of Lowered Expectations.

The Revolution of Rising Expectations, which had drawn more and more people into its Up-thrust during the first half of the century, had led many to believe that poverty and starvation and disease were all gradually being phased out by advances in pure and applied science, growing stockpiles of surplus food in the advanced nations, accelerated medical progress, the spread of literacy and electronics, and the mounting sense that people had a right to demand a decent life for themselves and their children.

The Revolution of Lowered Expectations was based on the idea that there wasn't enough energy to provide for the rising expectations of the masses. Year after year the message was broadcast: There Isn't Enough. The masses were taught that Terra was a closed system, that entropy was increasing, that life was a losing proposition all around, and that the majority were doomed to poverty, starvation, disease, misery, and stupidity.

Most of the people who still had rising expectations were scientists. When Furbish Lousewart realized the political capital to be made from the Revolution of Lowered Expectations, he also realized-thus demonstrating his political savvy-that having an opposition meant having a scapegoat group.

The scientists were an ideal scapegoat group because they all spoke in specialized languages and hardly anybody could understand them.

The Jews had served this function in earlier ages because they spoke Yiddish.

The scientists spoke Mathematics.

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Friday, January 05, 2007

George Orwell: In Front of Your Nose (1946)

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Medically, I believe, this manner thinking is called schizophrenia: at any rate, it is the power of holding simultaneously two beliefs which cancel out. Closely allied to it is the power of igniting facts which are obvious and unalterable, and which will have to be faced sooner or later. It is especially in our political thinking that these vices flourish. Let me take a few sample subjects out of the hat. They have no organic connexion with each other: they are merely cased, taken almost at random, of plain, unmistakable facts being shirked by people who in another part of their mind are aware to those facts.

Hong Kong. For years before the war everyone with knowledge of Far Eastern conditions knew that our position in Hong Kong was untenable and that we should lose it as soon as a major war started. This knowledge, however, was intolerable, and government after government continued to cling to Hong Kong instead of giving it back to the Chinese. Fresh troops were even pushed into it, with the certainty that they would be uselessly taken prisoner, a few weeks before the Japanese attack began. The war came, and Hong Kong promptly fell — as everyone had known all along that it would do.

Conscription. For years before the war, nearly all enlightened people were in favour of standing up to Germany: the majority of them were also against having enough armaments to make such a stand effective. I know very well the arguments that are put forward in defence of this attitude; some of them are justified, but in the main they are simply forensic excuses. As late as 1939, the Labour Party voted against conscription, a step which probably played its part in bringing about the Russo-German Pact and certainly had a disastrous effect on morale in France. Then came 1940 and we nearly perished for lack of a large, efficient army, which we could only have had if we had introduced conscription at least three years earlier.

The Birthrate. Twenty or twenty-five years ago, contraception and enlightenment were held to be almost synonymous. To this day, the majority of people argue — the argument is variously expressed, but always boils down to more or less the same thing — that large families are impossible for economic reasons. At the same time, it is widely known that the birthrate is highest among the low-standard nations, and, in our population, highest among the worst-paid groups. It is also argued that a smaller population would mean less unemployment and more comfort for everybody, while on the other hand it is well established that a dwindling and aging population is faced with calamitous and perhaps insoluble economic problems. Necessarily the figures are uncertain, but it is quite possible that in only seventy years our population will amount to about eleven millions, over half of whom will be Old Age Pensioners. Since, for complex reasons, most people don't want large families, the frightening facts can exist some where or other in their consciousness, simultaneously known and not known.

U.N.O. In order to have any efficacy whatever, a world organization must be able to override big states as well as small ones. It must have power to inspect and limit armaments, which means that its officials must have access to every square inch of every country. It must also have at its disposal an armed force bigger than any other armed force and responsible only to the organization itself. The two or three great states that really matter have never even pretended to agree to any of these conditions, and they have so arranged the constitution of U.N.O. that their own actions cannot even be discussed. In other words, U.N.O.'s usefulness as an instrument of world peace is nil. This was just as obvious before it began functioning as it is now. Yet only a few months ago millions of well-informed people believed that it was going to be a success.

There is no use in multiplying examples. The point is that we are all capable of believing things which we know to be untrue, and then, when we are finally proved wrong, impudently twisting the facts so as to show that we were right. Intellectually, it is possible to carry on this process for an indefinite time: the only check on it is that sooner or later a false belief bumps up against solid reality, usually on a battlefield.

When one looks at the all-prevailing schizophrenia of democratic societies, the lies that have to be told for vote-catching purposes, the silence about major issues, the distortions of the press, it is tempting to believe that in totalitarian countries there is less humbug, more facing of the facts. There, at least, the ruling groups are not dependent on popular favour and can utter the truth crudely and brutally. Goering could say ‘Guns before butter’, while his democratic opposite numbers had to wrap the same sentiment up in hundreds of hypocritical words.

Actually, however, the avoidance of reality is much the same everywhere, and has much the same consequences. The Russian people were taught for years that they were better off than everybody else, and propaganda posters showed Russian families sitting down to abundant meal while the proletariat of other countries starved in the gutter. Meanwhile the workers in the western countries were so much better off than those of the U.S.S.R. that non-contact between Soviet citizens and outsiders had to be a guiding principle of policy. Then, as a result of the war, millions of ordinary Russians penetrated far into Europe, and when they return home the original avoidance of reality will inevitably be paid for in frictions of various kinds. The Germans and the Japanese lost the war quite largely because their rulers were unable to see facts which were plain to any dispassionate eye.

To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle. One thing that helps toward it is to keep a diary, or, at any rate, to keep some kind of record of one's opinions about important events. Otherwise, when some particularly absurd belief is exploded by events, one may simply forget that one ever held it. Political predictions are usually wrong. But even when one makes a correct one, to discover why one was right can be very illuminating. In general, one is only right when either wish or fear coincides with reality. If one recognizes this, one cannot, of course, get rid of one's subjective feelings, but one can to some extent insulate them from one's thinking and make predictions cold-bloodedly, by the book of arithmetic. In private life most people are fairly realistic. When one is making out one's weekly budget, two and two invariably make four. Politics, on the other hand, is a sort of sub-atomic or non-Euclidean word where it is quite easy for the part to be greater than the whole or for two objects to be in the same place simultaneously. Hence the contradictions and absurdities I have chronicled above, all finally traceable to a secret belief that one's political opinions, unlike the weekly budget, will not have to be tested against solid reality.

Monday, December 25, 2006

I read the news that James Brown died this morning

So I started playing the best-of album I have of his music (20 tunes in 79 minutes)

and went looking for my wife

"who's this?" I ask her

she studies my face

"James Brown died?"

"yup, this morning in an Atlanta hospital"

"from what?"

"72"

"yup, that'll do it"

RIP James Brown

He brought the funk

thanks for the noise

:sniff:

Monday, December 18, 2006

Iraq and Democracy

Calling what we did to the Iraqis "spreading Democracy"

is akin to calling a kidnapping-rape a "first date"

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

IRAQ-when did we fail?

Now that our failure in Iraq is approaching "well known fact" status (just like it was a "well known fact" that Iraq had WMD, or it's a "well known fact" that Iran is lusting after nukes) I've often wondered about the nuts and bolts of the failure

we had such high hopes going in...

and yet...

so, where did our employees fuck up?

things have turned out NOTHING like they were pitched to us on the frontside

no WMD

no vibrant new democracy in place to facilitate change throughout the Mideast

just carnage, chaos, and anarchy

every day, worse than the day before

remember back when our war-piggy imperialists were jerking off over Iraqis with ink stained fingers?

I think it was their conversion to the failure-as-"well known fact" camp that pushed the idea that our employees in the US gov't have yet again failed us closer to mainstream

at this rate, the body politic might actually bring itself to get us out of Iraq in 2 or 3 years

(if Iran or China don't eject us sooner)

anyhow...

where did we drop the ball?

going in in the first place seems the obvious answer

history has shown that empires usually meet grim ends

take it away Chalmers:

Empires do not last, and their ends are usually unpleasant. Americans like me, born before World War II, have personal knowledge-in some cases, personal experience-of the collapse of at least six empires: those of Nazi Germany, imperial Japan, Great Britain, France, the Netherlands, and the Soviet Union. If one includes all of the twentieth century, three more major empires came tumbling down-the Chinese, AustroHungarian, and Ottoman. A combination of imperial overstretch, rigid economic institutions, and an inability to reform weakened all these empires, leaving them fatally vulnerable in the face of disastrous wars, many of which the empires themselves invited. There is no reason to think that an American empire will not go the same way-and for the same reasons.
~Chalmers Johnson The Sorrows of Empire


but what of the scene within Iraq itself?

Where did we fumble the democracy handoff?

I think a big part of the answer lies in what happened in Tikrit back in August of 2003:

U.S. Snipers Kill Two Iraqis in Tikrit
Market Strike Aimed at Suspected Arms Dealers

By Theola Labbé
Washington Post Staff Writer
Saturday, August 9, 2003;

TIKRIT, Iraq, Aug. 8 -- U.S. Army snipers shot and killed two Iraqis and injured three others today at a market here in what military spokesmen said was an operation aimed at breaking up an arms bazaar.

Acting on reports that weapons were being sold openly every Friday, military officials posted ambush teams from the 4th Infantry Division's 1st Battalion, 22nd Infantry Regiment on rooftops above a marketplace in the center of this city northwest of Baghdad, the spokesmen said. After five hours of surveillance, the snipers saw a red car pull up at 7:22 a.m. Two men got out, each holding an AK-47 assault rifle. The men pulled empty rice sacks out of the car, laid them on the ground and covered them with thousands of 7.62mm bullets, electrical wires and other ordnance.

The snipers opened fire when three other men approached the car to buy weapons. A 28-year-old man identified as Rabba Ibrahim Jaseem was shot in the head and died later at a nearby hospital. Another man, who did not have any identification, was shot in the chest and died at the scene.

Three other Iraqis were wounded and taken to a hospital for treatment: a 53-year-old man shot in the shoulder, an 18-year-old man shot in the leg, and a 30-year-old man shot in the pelvis.

Lt. Col. Steve Russell, the regiment's commander, said that anyone carrying weapons is automatically considered to be a combatant under U.S. forces' rules of engagement. When the suspected arms dealers pulled weapons from the trunk of their car, Russell said, "at that moment they became enemy."

"We will not allow a weapons market in this city," Russell said.

Hours after the men were shot and killed, the body of the unidentified man still lay on the chalky brown dirt in the middle of the market, covered with a blanket and surrounded by U.S. soldiers, Iraqi police and military vehicles. The red, four-door Toyota Crown sat nearby, its two front windows blown out and blood pooling on the ground near the driver's side.

Hundreds of Iraqi men and boys in dishdasha robes and shorts stood across the street and gawked at the scene. Eventually, Iraqi police told them to scatter.


Right there. That moment was enough to fuck up the rest of our ill-advised belligerent occupation.

First they announced that selling guns was illegal,

Then they snipe two guys selling guns in a market.

Imagine our government announcing a crackdown on marijuana sales outside of concert venues, and then sniping two guys slinging joints.

Now imagine a foreign army playing the part if "our government"

The crowd didn't even know it was the occupation behind the killings until our troops moved in to clean up the mess they made.

The physical mess, anyhow...

the mess it created for our imperial ambitions endures...