...except that it deals with the accepted, normal, kapitalist imperialist, korporatocracy k-k-k-konspiracies in plain-sight we all have to live with... (*have to*!)

hee hee hee

the phucking phone company...

ho ho ho

not too many revolutions ago, my phone bill had the listing of all the calls i made... dates, times, etc... okay, fine, cool...

NOW, after making a seemingly reasonable request to 'my' (sic) modern, post-nine-one-one phone company to have a copy of the calls made by ME on MY phone on MY account, i'm told i have to get a fucking SUBPOENA to access MY phone records...

ha ha ha

(actually, they told both myself and SWMBO on two different occasions they DIDN'T have that information, PERIOD; ONLY when i asked for a letter stating that, they said i could SUBPOENA my own fucking phone records...)

ak ak ak

oh, and on top of that, after 10-12 calls, the only lawyer's office i found that would do it, were going to charge $275/hr for that privelege... she frankly told me i did not want to go that route, and to find a 'small' lawyer who would do it for 25-50-100 bucks...

...except i can't find ANY lawyer -so far- who would do such a thing, EXCEPT for the $275/hr offices...

fuckin' lawyers...

aren't they the ones behind all this torture shit ? ? ? weren't they the brainiacs who lied us into war(s) ? ? ? don't you want to bet they had their grubby fingers in the financial scams, if not authoring them ? ? ?

gosh, what a fucking ingrate i am for calling lawyers parasites on society...

*snicker*

art guerrilla

aka ann archy

eof

not having seen this particular segment (excellent column, in any event), i can still comment on one obvious point that i do not believe is promulgated enough:

there is precious little-to-zero mainstream media (read: teevee )which allows thoughtful, reflective, sober, non-braying, non-steamroller 'discussion' of issues...

BY ITS VERY NATURE, teevee as a media -and teevee producers as a subspecies- CRAVE telegenic, glib, no-dead-air 'performers' who project certitude and expertise...

(not to mention having enough smarts to know the acceptable limits of debate...)

that leaves little room for awkward, nervous, non-mainstream, or uncertain experts, etc, who might otherwise offer excellent analysis and prescriptions for societal problems...

no, this teevee thing does not naturally promote serious discourse and sober reflection on issues; it takes writing and the fourth dimension to render the proper perspectives and marshal cogent arguments, etc...

teevee will ever be superficial, that's just what it is...

(and certainly won't change under the korporatocracy...)

hee hee hee

ho ho ho

ha ha ha

ak ak ak

art guerrilla

aka ann archy

eof

...and we're all losers now ! ! !

hee hee hee

self-censorship forbade me from posting the whole of this short essay...

(please read, no linky, you lazy babbits)

ho ho ho

but it is the poke in the eye ALL amerikan sheeple need daily, to put the horror of THEIR kapitalist imperialist War Machine (tm) in their fucking cheezy doodle stuffed faces...

ha ha ha

Visitors and Hosts in Pakistan

Wednesday 10 June 2009

by: Kathy Kelly, t r u t h o u t | Perspective

In Jayne Anne Phillips's "Lark and Termite," the skies over Korea, in 1950, are described in this way:

"The planes always come ... like planets on rotation. A timed bloodletting, with different excuses."

The most recent plane to attack the Pakistani village of Khaisor (according to a Waziristan resident who asked me to withhold his name) came 20 days ago, on May 20, 2009. A US drone airplane fired a missile at the village at 4:30 AM, killing 14 women and children and two elders, wounding 11.

The previous day, some travelers had come to Khaisor, and the villagers had served them a meal. "This is our custom," my friend relates. "It is our traditional way." But these travelers were members of the Taliban, and their visit was noted by US forces. It is possible they were identified through pictures taken by unmanned US drones. Although the visitors had left right after their meal, the US responded to this act of hospitality by bombing the homes of the hosts early the following morning.

I asked my friend how families cope when a bomb suddenly blasts their home in the middle of the night. Do they have any kind of first aid available to help the wounded? "You see this," he said, pointing to the long shawl that I happened to be wearing, a customary part of every village woman's dress, "they try to use this [as a bandage] because it is all they have." I imagined the shawl rapidly soaking up the blood of a dying Pakistani man, woman or child.

On the morning of the 20th, the other villagers had rushed to the section where the missile had hit, hoisting injured survivors onto their shoulders and carrying them across rough, hilly terrain to the nearest road (about five kilometers away from the village) where, lacking vehicles of their own and with no hope of receiving an ambulance visit, they waited for a car to stop, their only means of reaching a hospital.

The first car they saw did stop, but its driver refused to take any of the wounded for fear that his action would be noted by an unmanned US drone and that he himself would face the same reward for his hospitality which the village had received.

...

yeah, they hate us for our freedoms...

makes me want to puke...

ak ak ak

art guerrilla

aka ann archy

eof