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December 2007
Monday, December 31st, 2007

From http://www.buffalobeast.com/122/50mostloathsome2007.html

In at #9: YOU!!!

Charges: You believe in freedom of speech, until someone says something that offends you. You suddenly give a damn about border integrity, because the automated voice system at your pharmacy asked you to press 9 for Spanish. You cling to every scrap of bullshit you can find to support your ludicrous belief system, and reject all empirical evidence to the contrary. You know the difference between patriotism and nationalism — it’s nationalism when foreigners do it. You hate anyone who seems smarter than you. You care more about zygotes than actual people. You love to blame people for their misfortunes, even if it means screwing yourself over. You still think Republicans favor limited government. Your knowledge of politics and government are dwarfed by your concern for Britney Spears’ children. You think buying Chinese goods stimulates our economy. You think you’re going to get universal health care. You tolerate the phrase “enhanced interrogation techniques.” You think the government is actually trying to improve education. You think watching CNN makes you smarter. You think two parties is enough. You can’t spell. You think $9 trillion in debt is manageable. You believe in an afterlife for the sole reason that you don’t want to die. You think lowering taxes raises revenue. You think the economy’s doing well. You’re an idiot.

Exhibit A: You couldn’t get enough Anna Nicole Smith coverage.

Sentence: A gradual decline into abject poverty as you continue to vote against your own self-interest. Death by an easily treated disorder that your health insurance doesn’t cover. You deserve it, chump.

BONUS: http://www.thebricktestament.com/

— Monday, December 31st, 2007

Monday, December 31st, 2007

From The Independent:

Robert Fisk: They don’t blame al-Qa’ida. They blame Musharraf
Published: 29 December 2007

Weird, isn’t it, how swiftly the narrative is laid down for us. Benazir Bhutto, the courageous leader of the Pakistan People’s Party, is assassinated in Rawalpindi – attached to the very capital of Islamabad wherein ex-General Pervez Musharraf lives – and we are told by George Bush that her murderers were “extremists” and “terrorists“. Well, you can’t dispute that.

But the implication of the Bush comment was that Islamists were behind the assassination. It was the Taliban madmen again, the al-Qa’ida spider who struck at this lone and brave woman who had dared to call for democracy in her country.

Of course, given the childish coverage of this appalling tragedy – and however corrupt Ms Bhutto may have been, let us be under no illusions that this brave lady is indeed a true martyr – it’s not surprising that the “good-versus-evil” donkey can be trotted out to explain the carnage in Rawalpindi.

Who would have imagined, watching the BBC or CNN on Thursday, that her two brothers, Murtaza and Shahnawaz, hijacked a Pakistani airliner in 1981 and flew it to Kabul where Murtaza demanded the release of political prisoners in Pakistan. Here, a military officer on the plane was murdered. There were Americans aboard the flight – which is probably why the prisoners were indeed released.

Only a few days ago – in one of the most remarkable (but typically unrecognised) scoops of the year – Tariq Ali published a brilliant dissection of Pakistan (and Bhutto) corruption in the London Review of Books, focusing on Benazir and headlined: “Daughter of the West”. In fact, the article was on my desk to photocopy as its subject was being murdered in Rawalpindi.

Towards the end of this report, Tariq Ali dwelt at length on the subsequent murder of Murtaza Bhutto by police close to his home at a time when Benazir was prime minister – and at a time when Benazir was enraged at Murtaza for demanding a return to PPP values and for condemning Benazir’s appointment of her own husband as minister for industry, a highly lucrative post.

In a passage which may yet be applied to the aftermath of Benazir’s murder, the report continues: “The fatal bullet had been fired at close range. The trap had been carefully laid, but, as is the way in Pakistan, the crudeness of the operation – false entries in police log-books, lost evidence, witnesses arrested and intimidated – a policeman killed who they feared might talk – made it obvious that the decision to execute the prime minister’s brother had been taken at a very high level.

When Murtaza’s 14-year-old daughter, Fatima, rang her aunt Benazir to ask why witnesses were being arrested – rather than her father’s killers – she says Benazir told her: “Look, you’re very young. You don’t understand things.” Or so Tariq Ali’s exposé would have us believe. Over all this, however, looms the shocking power of Pakistan’s ISI, the Inter Services Intelligence.

This vast institution – corrupt, venal and brutal – works for Musharraf.

But it also worked – and still works – for the Taliban. It also works for the Americans. In fact, it works for everybody. But it is the key which Musharraf can use to open talks with America’s enemies when he feels threatened or wants to put pressure on Afghanistan or wants to appease the ” extremists” and “terrorists” who so oppress George Bush. And let us remember, by the way, that Daniel Pearl, the Wall Street Journal reporter beheaded by his Islamist captors in Karachi, actually made his fatal appointment with his future murderers from an ISI commander’s office. Ahmed Rashid’s book Taliban provides riveting proof of the ISI’s web of corruption and violence. Read it, and all of the above makes more sense.

But back to the official narrative. George Bush announced on Thursday he was “looking forward” to talking to his old friend Musharraf. Of course, they would talk about Benazir. They certainly would not talk about the fact that Musharraf continues to protect his old acquaintance – a certain Mr Khan – who supplied all Pakistan’s nuclear secrets to Libya and Iran. No, let’s not bring that bit of the “axis of evil” into this.

So, of course, we were asked to concentrate once more on all those ” extremists” and “terrorists”, not on the logic of questioning which many Pakistanis were feeling their way through in the aftermath of Benazir’s assassination.

It doesn’t, after all, take much to comprehend that the hated elections looming over Musharraf would probably be postponed indefinitely if his principal political opponent happened to be liquidated before polling day.

So let’s run through this logic in the way that Inspector Ian Blair might have done in his policeman’s notebook before he became the top cop in London.

Question: Who forced Benazir Bhutto to stay in London and tried to prevent her return to Pakistan? Answer: General Musharraf.

Question: Who ordered the arrest of thousands of Benazir’s supporters this month? Answer: General Musharraf.

Question: Who placed Benazir under temporary house arrest this month? Answer: General Musharraf.

Question: Who declared martial law this month? Answer General Musharraf.

Question: who killed Benazir Bhutto?

Er. Yes. Well quite.

You see the problem? Yesterday, our television warriors informed us the PPP members shouting that Musharraf was a “murderer” were complaining he had not provided sufficient security for Benazir. Wrong. They were shouting this because they believe he killed her.

— Monday, December 31st, 2007

Friday, December 28th, 2007

Ho ho ho! I have been the recepient of a festive mancold. GROO! My head is full of snot.

Today has been kind of weird given the old man went out leaving the telly stuck on Sky News, and we couldn’t suss out how to change the channel, so we had to watch the Murdoch take on Benazir Bhutto’s death. Immediate assesment: al CIAeda did it.

The news is unbeliveably dumb. War On Terror blah blah blah. Boxing day shoppers rushed to hospital. Children die in quad bike collisions.

What the fuck was a seven year old doing driving a fucking quad bike? Jesus Christ!

— Friday, December 28th, 2007

Tuesday, December 25th, 2007

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YES!

Merry Happy to one and all!

I am a merry happy boy, I got some nutbar manga lego and a zoot suit and all manner of earthly delights, I am COOL.

I shall take photos of the lego later cos it is so gangsta. If you got gangsta lego, do similar. otherwise, don’t worry, there’s always next year!

— Tuesday, December 25th, 2007

Monday, December 24th, 2007

Merry happy funstackers, I am on TOUR!

Yes, if you are one of my, or my fine lady’s parent’s, or possibly sisters, i shall be visiting you at some point over the next week. In fact, I may have already done just that! At some point over the past few days! For, already, this tour is a thing I am UPON! WITHIN! DOING!

Yes indeed. Christmas is a time to stop making songs all day and go and see the people that gave you pie when you weren’t old enough to make/steal your own pie. Hallelujah!

We listened to Radio 1 for, like, 7 hours yesterday, driving to and from Devon. MY GOD! Modern pop musci is pretty fucking dreadful. I have managed to avoid a great deal of it this year, and for that I am thankful. But good God! Have you ever listened to Dick And Dom? Or the new Kate Nash single? Or Jack Penate? The ENEMY?!?!?!?!?! Where do they find these rotten fuckwits? Who writes their material? Bad seventies comedians? Listening to modern pop radio is like going back to the days of Smashie and Nicey, only someone let of some kind of Ultra Bland nuke thingie and the Bland Fallout has ruined everything and made it slightly sinister and gross. In 2000 and 8 I am coming back to SAVE POP MUSIC, and that is my solemn promise to YOU, my favourite people in the world.

Aslo – if anyone was listening to Radio 1 last night, when the great Annie Mac is usually on, (last night it was an amusing dude from Manchester, who put a very brave face on the crap they made him play most of the time) who the hell was that awful fuckwit ruining Fairytale Of New York with his stomach-wrenchingy Ronan Keating-esque foul whine of a voice? And where does he live? I have a cotdang FOOT to stick right up his raggedy ASS!

— Monday, December 24th, 2007

Thursday, December 20th, 2007

New video from SFA. Watch it all the way through. It is fucking hardcore.

— Thursday, December 20th, 2007