Hello, pals, your faithful, if dizzy from the altitude friend Catherine here, live from the amazing box canyon of Telluride! I write you with good cinematic
news! While my socks have yet to be knocked off, the viewing thus far has been
quality and enjoyable.
Open memo to Ang Lee: hire a good editor. As a friend here said, Didn't he learn
his lesson with the HULK? The much anticipated BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN is about 42
minutes too long. I was working that particular show, and said to the floor
manager, get ready to usher people out, I believe this is the last reel. I was
then informed we still had an HOUR to go! My response? "An hour?! We need more
character development if we're going to go another hour!!" [Did I already
mention the altitude going to my head?] The surprising development was that
Heath Ledger carried the film, and will possibly get a nice Oscar nomination out
of his performance. I went in looking for Jake G to shine, but, in a Mildly
Unpredictable turn, didn't quite do it. PS to Ang Lee: if you're going to get a
lot of hype rolling for your cowboy gay love story, make sure there's some
uuhhhhh....chemistry. I'm sure most will like BROKEBACK, but it wasn't as good
as.....
CONVERSATIONS WITH OTHER WOMEN was a gem that I expected nothing from and
totally enjoyed. Starring Helena Bonham-Carter and Aaron Eckhart [both in
person, looking di-vine] it's a one-act play style film, with one difference:
the whole thing is present in split screen. A gimmick, I admit, but it worked
for me. The story is concerned with "the path you didn't take in life" with the
refreshing portrayal of 40 year olds exploring love relationships [so common to
see the fire-fueled romance of hard-bodied 20somethings.] Aaron Eckhart is
super-- very true, carefully playing vulnerable moments: think the anti-IN THE
COMPANY OF MEN. It was so engaging, unlike.....
CAPOTE, starring the great Phillip Seymore Hoffman [who looks in person EXACTLY
as one would imagine.] Not so much a biopic as telling the tale of how IN COLD
BLOOD came to be, this film had so many flawed characters, so much manipulation,
and vulgar displays of selfishness. The execution [ugh-- terrible pun] of the
film was good-- a slow pace and distinct styling-- but didn't come together, for
me, in the end. I am not familiar with the Truman Capote who was sort of a
characature, ubiquitous to the talk show circuit, but for those who were, said
Mr. Hoffman's performance was spot on. Not a surprise, but not as much as a
surprise as.....
BREAKFAST ON PLUTO, which if you can excuse the lunatic title will bring the
even more wonderful than expected Cillian Murphy in Neil Jordan's
gender-confused [natch] comedy-with-dramatic-moments to your attention. Very
charming, fantastical with a soundtrack that made all the music lovers giddy.
[There were even cameos of famed rockers-- I, of course, oblivious, but caught
by my in-the-know hubby.]
Upcoming on my viewing wish list is WALK THE LINE [oooh! I can't wait!!!];
EVERYTHING IS ILLUMINATED [which could be my sock remover]; THE LOST CITY [Andy Garcia directs, so far raved by all who've seen]; and some obscure 70's
Scandinavian numbers. Bob is clamoring to see all 4 hours of Scorsese's Bob
Dylan Doc, premiering here in an hour. People are in a panic as to whether or
not "Marty" is here, but we'll just hafta wait. And see....
9.07.2005
movie: Telluride festival update
email update courtesy of our reporter on the spot, my pal Kitty:
bumper sticker
On what looked like an electrician's pickup truck:
Americans Bless God
I'm not even sure what that means, but there were two of them, one on each side of the bumper.
Americans Bless God
I'm not even sure what that means, but there were two of them, one on each side of the bumper.
9.06.2005
Movie: Five Great Documentaries
My sister in law wants a list of documentaries to watch.
Since I'm drawing it up anway, why not make it food for the hungry blog?
And I can chop it down to bite-sized pieces to make it last longer.
so here is the first installment of a semi-regular feature.
Five Great Documentaries You Should All See:
Hotel Terminus
The subtitle tells you what you need to know- "the life and times of Klaus Barbie".
Suck it up and watch anyway, ya sissies! >:|
When We Were Kings
The cinematic tale of the fabled Rumble in the Jungle between Ali and Foreman.
Ali at the height of his charm and charisma, Foreman at the height of his intimidating menace. The film does a great job of placing the fight in its social and historical context, giving those not old enough to remember it firsthand a sense of the spectacle and shock it generated worldwide.
The wife hates boxing but loved this one, so you have no excuse.
Sherman's March
Tries to be a historic documentary about Sherman's March, but ends up being an involving and revealing window into the life of the filmmaker. One of my all time favorites.
The Thin Blue Line
Errol Morris is my favorite documentarian bar none, and his first film to get widely noticed remains a seminal, important and massively influential work (a debased version of his recreation of scenes defined the Fox Network lineup for years afterward). It is easier to watch now, knowing the subject was set free based on explosive revelations of this work. When I originally saw it on PBS many, many years ago Adams was still in prison and I could barely make the end credits I was so enraged.
American Movie
Moving and funny, a rare combo.
The wife refused to believe it was a documentary when we saw it in the theater.
Well, it is. And a great one...recommended to all.
Since I'm drawing it up anway, why not make it food for the hungry blog?
And I can chop it down to bite-sized pieces to make it last longer.
so here is the first installment of a semi-regular feature.
Five Great Documentaries You Should All See:
Hotel Terminus
The subtitle tells you what you need to know- "the life and times of Klaus Barbie".
Suck it up and watch anyway, ya sissies! >:|
When We Were Kings
The cinematic tale of the fabled Rumble in the Jungle between Ali and Foreman.
Ali at the height of his charm and charisma, Foreman at the height of his intimidating menace. The film does a great job of placing the fight in its social and historical context, giving those not old enough to remember it firsthand a sense of the spectacle and shock it generated worldwide.
The wife hates boxing but loved this one, so you have no excuse.
Sherman's March
Tries to be a historic documentary about Sherman's March, but ends up being an involving and revealing window into the life of the filmmaker. One of my all time favorites.
The Thin Blue Line
Errol Morris is my favorite documentarian bar none, and his first film to get widely noticed remains a seminal, important and massively influential work (a debased version of his recreation of scenes defined the Fox Network lineup for years afterward). It is easier to watch now, knowing the subject was set free based on explosive revelations of this work. When I originally saw it on PBS many, many years ago Adams was still in prison and I could barely make the end credits I was so enraged.
American Movie
Moving and funny, a rare combo.
The wife refused to believe it was a documentary when we saw it in the theater.
Well, it is. And a great one...recommended to all.
Star Wars Episode 7 Script
There's a plot synopsis making the rounds.
I'll save you all eyestrain with my summary of the Star Wars Episode 7 screenplay:
George Lucas shits in a bucket then smears it over 327 sheets of blank paper.
THE END.
*wild applause, hundreds of millions in box office recipts and shrill cries from the peanut gallery about how it's better than The Empire Strikes Back*
I'll save you all eyestrain with my summary of the Star Wars Episode 7 screenplay:
George Lucas shits in a bucket then smears it over 327 sheets of blank paper.
THE END.
*wild applause, hundreds of millions in box office recipts and shrill cries from the peanut gallery about how it's better than The Empire Strikes Back*
9.05.2005
Ьн Лунищфкв шы Агслув!
Ш рфв ыщьу лштв ща ензщ ьшырфз фтв рщц ьн лунищфкв шы ызуцштп пшииукшырю
Пщттф куищще фтв ыуу ша ерфе рудзыю
агслштп ьшскщыщае!
Пщттф куищще фтв ыуу ша ерфе рудзыю
агслштп ьшскщыщае!
Comic Panel of the Week
I've been neglecting this feature...god knows why, it's probably the most cost effective post I can make in terms of energy expended vs. laffs produced.
Anyway, here's a panel from that deathless classic Guardians of the Galaxy #29, October '92.
a note:
This was around the period where the sheer volume of comics produced overcame the historic training process and guys who couldn't really draw started getting their own titles. While there were plenty of artists I didn't like in the old days, I didn't like them based on their style, not because they couldn't draw.
A guy like Frank Robbins, who's work I absolutely despised, had more technical skill in one of his arm hairs than this hack.
Anyway, here's a panel from that deathless classic Guardians of the Galaxy #29, October '92.
a note:
This was around the period where the sheer volume of comics produced overcame the historic training process and guys who couldn't really draw started getting their own titles. While there were plenty of artists I didn't like in the old days, I didn't like them based on their style, not because they couldn't draw.
A guy like Frank Robbins, who's work I absolutely despised, had more technical skill in one of his arm hairs than this hack.
Movie: Broken Flowers update
Chewed it over some more with the wife, and have come to the conclusion that it's likely better than I thought on first viewing. There's always a lot of metaphor and subtext in his films, I think this one just took it in a new direction and I missed the on-ramp.
I need to see it again.
In the meantime, let Dead Man be your guide.
If you thought it was evocative and brilliant, you'll enjoy Flowers.
If you fell asleep and awoke feeling refreshed at the end credits, skip Flowers.
I need to see it again.
In the meantime, let Dead Man be your guide.
If you thought it was evocative and brilliant, you'll enjoy Flowers.
If you fell asleep and awoke feeling refreshed at the end credits, skip Flowers.
9.04.2005
Politics: Best Essay yet on the NOLA clusterfuck
right here.
Gilliard's profane rage over the mammoth incompetence and indifference from the Government in the aftermath of the hurricane has been a tonic, but Tom Engelhardt nails feet to the floor and administers a comprehensive rubber hose beating to Bush's administration of fools in his essay.
Gilliard's profane rage over the mammoth incompetence and indifference from the Government in the aftermath of the hurricane has been a tonic, but Tom Engelhardt nails feet to the floor and administers a comprehensive rubber hose beating to Bush's administration of fools in his essay.
Movie: Broken Flowers
Last night I checked out the latest from one of my favorite directors, Jim Jarmusch.
He's been uneven since the career peak of Dead Man in '95, one of the finest films ever made. His work since has given the impression that he's just been spinning his wheels and cashing paychecks, having made his ultimate artistic statement.
Lacking the fortitude or wherewithal to embrace JD Salinger's final solution, he's been doodling movies the last few years like a man gingerly nibbling saltine crackers to settle his stomache following a glorious twelve course bacchanal.
Ghost Dog had some nice ideas and good scenes but was bascially a goof, a NYC hipster takeoff on a formula gangster pic, owing somewhat more than a debt of gratitude to the deadpan postmodernism of films like Kitano's Sonatine and earlier, Seijun Suzuki's prescient mod ganster wipeouts Branded to Kill and Tokyo Drifter.
It also appropriated several scenes directly from various Hong Kong action movies, most noteably assassination via toilet (lifted shot for shot from the carefree and criminally entertaining Naked Killer), an act borne more of laziness than hommage.
So I went into his latest with a bit of trepidation.
Short version:
I liked it.
It's his best work since Dead Man, which unfortunately isn't saying a whole lot.
Longer version:
All his trademarks are in evidence- long, slow burning takes, plenty of driving scenes through scenically depressed areas, deadpan humor to spare. The film comes together better than Ghost Dog, but still seemed to me more a collection of scenes than a unified whole.
The main issue for me (after one viewing) was the meandering progress of the main character, played by Bill Murray (doing his usual stellar job).
He's doesn't really follow any narrative path, he's just shoved out into the river by his neighbor Winston and floats downstream until the film reaches it's running time, depositing him more or less where we found him, slightly worse for wear after enduring some rapids, but essentially unchanged.
Pluses: The family next door, who provide all the light and life in the film as well as forcing the reluctant protagonist to pursue the storyline. Without them the film promised to be two hours of Bill Murray watching television on his leather sofa while the flowers wilted on the mantle.
Lovely shots and individual scenes, as always. I don't think Jarmusch could make an ugly film if he tried.
Murray is fantastic, but that's a given. And even his sublime expressiveness is mildly overburdened by the mute immobility of his character.
Minuses: A bit of the same problem that Ghost Dog had, lack of smooth narrative flow in some spots, and a couple of scenes that didn't seem to sever any purpose other than to make Murray and the audience uncomfortable.
Overall though a good watch, if you don't mind a slow, contemplative pace and an ending that had one patron ranting in the lobby "Where's the MORAL?"
Not on a par with his greatest films, but a heartening return to something like form.
He's been uneven since the career peak of Dead Man in '95, one of the finest films ever made. His work since has given the impression that he's just been spinning his wheels and cashing paychecks, having made his ultimate artistic statement.
Lacking the fortitude or wherewithal to embrace JD Salinger's final solution, he's been doodling movies the last few years like a man gingerly nibbling saltine crackers to settle his stomache following a glorious twelve course bacchanal.
Ghost Dog had some nice ideas and good scenes but was bascially a goof, a NYC hipster takeoff on a formula gangster pic, owing somewhat more than a debt of gratitude to the deadpan postmodernism of films like Kitano's Sonatine and earlier, Seijun Suzuki's prescient mod ganster wipeouts Branded to Kill and Tokyo Drifter.
It also appropriated several scenes directly from various Hong Kong action movies, most noteably assassination via toilet (lifted shot for shot from the carefree and criminally entertaining Naked Killer), an act borne more of laziness than hommage.
So I went into his latest with a bit of trepidation.
Short version:
I liked it.
It's his best work since Dead Man, which unfortunately isn't saying a whole lot.
Longer version:
All his trademarks are in evidence- long, slow burning takes, plenty of driving scenes through scenically depressed areas, deadpan humor to spare. The film comes together better than Ghost Dog, but still seemed to me more a collection of scenes than a unified whole.
The main issue for me (after one viewing) was the meandering progress of the main character, played by Bill Murray (doing his usual stellar job).
He's doesn't really follow any narrative path, he's just shoved out into the river by his neighbor Winston and floats downstream until the film reaches it's running time, depositing him more or less where we found him, slightly worse for wear after enduring some rapids, but essentially unchanged.
Pluses: The family next door, who provide all the light and life in the film as well as forcing the reluctant protagonist to pursue the storyline. Without them the film promised to be two hours of Bill Murray watching television on his leather sofa while the flowers wilted on the mantle.
Lovely shots and individual scenes, as always. I don't think Jarmusch could make an ugly film if he tried.
Murray is fantastic, but that's a given. And even his sublime expressiveness is mildly overburdened by the mute immobility of his character.
Minuses: A bit of the same problem that Ghost Dog had, lack of smooth narrative flow in some spots, and a couple of scenes that didn't seem to sever any purpose other than to make Murray and the audience uncomfortable.
Overall though a good watch, if you don't mind a slow, contemplative pace and an ending that had one patron ranting in the lobby "Where's the MORAL?"
Not on a par with his greatest films, but a heartening return to something like form.
9.03.2005
Dollar Store Finds: Mead Composition Book
Part one of an occasional series where I'll compare the performance of something I got at my local Dollar Store to similar items with a better retail pedigree (and higher price tag).
I'll start with something easy, a basic black marble Mead compostition book, which I'm surprised to find listed on Amazon. I like these notebooks, the pages are sewn in so they don't come apart and if you want a lined journal they work great.
List price on Amason: $3.32 + s/h
List price at the local Longs Drugs: $2.84
List price at the Dollar Store: $1
Price winner: Dollar Store
Quality:
The same for everyone- tie.
Overall Winner: Dollar Store
Stay tuned, next time around I'll be putting the Dollar Store dish brush through its paces....
I'll start with something easy, a basic black marble Mead compostition book, which I'm surprised to find listed on Amazon. I like these notebooks, the pages are sewn in so they don't come apart and if you want a lined journal they work great.
List price on Amason: $3.32 + s/h
List price at the local Longs Drugs: $2.84
List price at the Dollar Store: $1
Price winner: Dollar Store
Quality:
The same for everyone- tie.
Overall Winner: Dollar Store
Stay tuned, next time around I'll be putting the Dollar Store dish brush through its paces....
questionable cookbook
one of the less appetizing cookbook titles I've come across:
The Eastern European Cookbook by Kay Shaw Nelson.
It isn't helped by a cover featuring what appears to be a bucket of upchuck studded with cubed potatoes and bits of green stuff...it looks for all the world like the little puddles of sickness I see outside the burrito stand during my Sunday stroll to work.
Random recipe title check:
Pike Fillets with Horseradish Sauce
Hmm. Let's try another.
Lithuanian Potatoes in Cream
I'll pass thanks.
The Eastern European Cookbook by Kay Shaw Nelson.
It isn't helped by a cover featuring what appears to be a bucket of upchuck studded with cubed potatoes and bits of green stuff...it looks for all the world like the little puddles of sickness I see outside the burrito stand during my Sunday stroll to work.
Random recipe title check:
Pike Fillets with Horseradish Sauce
Hmm. Let's try another.
Lithuanian Potatoes in Cream
I'll pass thanks.
Cover of the Week
Overall a pretty bad cover, with a cryptic title.
But what in the name of Evander Holyfield is going on with Dylan's MOUTH?
Post suggestions in the comments.
bumper sticker
God isn't a Republican (or a Democrat)
OK, so it's no 'my other bike is a bike'.
but then what is?
music: Elliott Smith
here's one of my favorite songs from the guy I consider a songwriter and lyricist in the classic tradition of giants like Cole Porter and the Gershwins. His lyrics fit together with the inevitability of greatness and he writes music to match.
password: baxblog
Elliott Smith: Clementine
you drink yourself into slo-mo
made an angel in the snow
anything to pass the time
and keep that song out of your mind
oh my darlin
oh my darlin
oh my darlin clementine
dreadful sorry
clementine...
password: baxblog
Elliott Smith: Clementine
you drink yourself into slo-mo
made an angel in the snow
anything to pass the time
and keep that song out of your mind
oh my darlin
oh my darlin
oh my darlin clementine
dreadful sorry
clementine...
9.02.2005
Added new comment thingie, among other sweeping changes
Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.
Didn't realize it was going to wipe out all the old comments...ah well, feel free to post pithy and genteel replacement comments.
If you don't like the colors, feel free to whine, even though I won't change them.
Consider it a lesson in GOP style participatory democracy.
Didn't realize it was going to wipe out all the old comments...ah well, feel free to post pithy and genteel replacement comments.
If you don't like the colors, feel free to whine, even though I won't change them.
Consider it a lesson in GOP style participatory democracy.
Rat Scabies and the Holy Grail
No kiddin'!
I was never a huge Damned fan, but Phantasmagoria was a fine album, and I admit it would tickle me if the drummer for The Damned found the Holy Grail.
I was never a huge Damned fan, but Phantasmagoria was a fine album, and I admit it would tickle me if the drummer for The Damned found the Holy Grail.
Stellar Post Alert!
Taking a cue from Don over at DT's Brother's Blog (where I'm known as 'Not An Internet Weirdo') I'm promising all my readers a stellar post at some unknown point in the indeterminate future, generating traffic as my few long-suffering readers check back expecting this stellar post to show up like a celebrity slumming at a backyard kegger, momentarily brightening the dingy surroundings with a nimbus of stardust.
So watch this space!
There's just no telling when the Stellar Post will manifest, appearing miraculously from the dross like the Virgin Mary's coochie on a highway underpass!*
*link decidedly NSFW
So watch this space!
There's just no telling when the Stellar Post will manifest, appearing miraculously from the dross like the Virgin Mary's coochie on a highway underpass!*
*link decidedly NSFW
A Tune
Inspired by all the fine mp3 blogs I've been checking out the last while on Hype Machine, I'm dipping my toe into the rushing waters.
I was listening to an alternate 80's internet radio station earlier and they played some B-52's, reminding me of what a fantastic, odd band they were for their first couple of albums. The emerged fully formed with their own mythology and history in place from the first note of the first song on their first album. And I can't listen to their best songs without laughing in delight, which is quite an artistic accomplishment given my mood the past few days.
I'm linking it up through a place called Savefile, never used it before and I'm not sure how it'll work.
Leave a comment with your experience, if they suck I can find someplace else.
The password is
baxblog
B-52's - Dance This Mess Around
I was listening to an alternate 80's internet radio station earlier and they played some B-52's, reminding me of what a fantastic, odd band they were for their first couple of albums. The emerged fully formed with their own mythology and history in place from the first note of the first song on their first album. And I can't listen to their best songs without laughing in delight, which is quite an artistic accomplishment given my mood the past few days.
I'm linking it up through a place called Savefile, never used it before and I'm not sure how it'll work.
Leave a comment with your experience, if they suck I can find someplace else.
The password is
baxblog
B-52's - Dance This Mess Around
On Scones
Don't wuss out and use milk or half and half. Heavy cream all the way.
They claim you can substitute raisins for currants...don't believe them.
Well, technically you can, but spiritually it's like using milk instead of cream.
I'd rather forgo them entirely.
I've been using organic flour from the bulk bin at the local co-op the past while, and it makes a huge difference. It's so much better than any of the packaged flour I can't go back. If you've got a health food store or co-op in your area and like to bake, give it a try. The flour is much better and no more expensive.
I buy my spices there too- I filled my spice jar with organic fresh rubbed sage for less than a dollar...an equvalent weight of Schilling at the supermarket was five bucks.
Everyone uses food processors to cut butter into the dough these days, but I still prefer an old fashioned pastry cutter. Takes a little longer, but is much easier to clean...and call me crazy but I like the feel of cooking with my hands whenever possible. I chop and grate everything by hand too. As long as I'm not cooking for a crowd, I just enjoy it more...I like the connection to the food.
They claim you can substitute raisins for currants...don't believe them.
Well, technically you can, but spiritually it's like using milk instead of cream.
I'd rather forgo them entirely.
I've been using organic flour from the bulk bin at the local co-op the past while, and it makes a huge difference. It's so much better than any of the packaged flour I can't go back. If you've got a health food store or co-op in your area and like to bake, give it a try. The flour is much better and no more expensive.
I buy my spices there too- I filled my spice jar with organic fresh rubbed sage for less than a dollar...an equvalent weight of Schilling at the supermarket was five bucks.
Everyone uses food processors to cut butter into the dough these days, but I still prefer an old fashioned pastry cutter. Takes a little longer, but is much easier to clean...and call me crazy but I like the feel of cooking with my hands whenever possible. I chop and grate everything by hand too. As long as I'm not cooking for a crowd, I just enjoy it more...I like the connection to the food.
9.01.2005
Levity
Courtesy of overheard in New York.
Ladies, this is exactly how men think.
Russian thug #1: I need to see a psychiatrist, man.
Russian thug #2: Yeah?
Russian thug #1: Yeah, yeah, I need to get my head checked out.
Russian thug #2: You need to get your ass checked out.
Russian thug #1: What? My ass?
Russian thug #2: Yeah, you need your ass checked.
Russian thug #1: What?
--F train
Ladies, this is exactly how men think.
Guy #1: She may be the stupidest girl ever.
Guy #2: I think she just pretends she is stupid.
Guy #1: Dude, she spelled Missouri with a Z, and Kansas with a U.
Guy #2: She does have a huge rack, though.
Guy #1: Tremendous!
--34th & Lexington
Howell Raines on the flood
via the LAT
read it in full, but here are some highlights:
read it in full, but here are some highlights:
Oh, wondrous city of music that floats from the horn and poems drowned in drink! Oh, cheesy clip-clop metropolis of phony coach-and-fours hauling drunken Dodge salesmen, of gaunt-eyed transvestite hookers, of Baptist girls suddenly inspired to show their breasts on Chartres Street in return for a string of beads flung from the balcony of the Soniat House — will we lose even these dubious glories of the only American city that's never been psychoanalyzed?
.............
The populism of Huey Long was financially corrupt, but when it came to the welfare of people, it was caring. The churchgoing cultural populism of George Bush has given the United States an administration that worries about the House of Saud and the welfare of oil companies while the poor drown in their attics and their sons and daughters die in foreign deserts.
Why DRM Sux
Good summary by the EFF.
I've never seen the allure of paying for crippled music myself, but if anyone out there thinks iTunes or MSN or Real have your best interests at heart, here's a head's up.
I've never seen the allure of paying for crippled music myself, but if anyone out there thinks iTunes or MSN or Real have your best interests at heart, here's a head's up.
Wolcott does it better
as usual.
After perusing my usual news sources today, I'm too pissed for more posting- time to go make some coffee cake and serve the wife breakfast in bed.
Take care, everyone.
After perusing my usual news sources today, I'm too pissed for more posting- time to go make some coffee cake and serve the wife breakfast in bed.
Take care, everyone.
My Coming Out Party as a Liberal Blog
Liberal Blogosphere for Hurricane Relief
"There's nothing wrong with America that can't be fixed by what's right with America." - Bill Clinton.
Hurricane Katrina destroyed thousands of lives. Together, we're raising $1 million for the Red Cross and prove that the liberal blogosphere can help our fellow citizens.
Please donate now.
"There's nothing wrong with America that can't be fixed by what's right with America." - Bill Clinton.
Hurricane Katrina destroyed thousands of lives. Together, we're raising $1 million for the Red Cross and prove that the liberal blogosphere can help our fellow citizens.
Please donate now.
Bush dropped the ball, now we have to clean up the mess.
GIVE!
Politics: President Stupider, More Craven Than Previously Thought
"I don't think anybody anticipated the breach of the levees. They did appreciate a serious storm but these levees got breached and as a result much of New Orleans is flooded and now we're having to deal with it and will," he said.
via the BBC (of course, since the corporate puppets and lamers in the American media are allergic to news).
Let's take a moment to reflect on an article I posted earlier this week, to wit.
a quote from the article:
It appears that the money has been moved in the president’s budget to handle homeland security and the war in Iraq, and I suppose that’s the price we pay. Nobody locally is happy that the levees can’t be finished, and we are doing everything we can to make the case that this is a security issue for us.
-- Walter Maestri, emergency management chief for Jefferson Parish, Louisiana; New Orleans Times-Picayune, June 8, 2004.
Well, that certainly sounds to me like SOMEONE anticipated a levee failure after Bush stole the money from that project for the Iraq debacle. When the emergency management cheif says "this is a security issue for us", that sounds fairly serious.
I mean, maybe he was talking about Iraqi insurgents boating down the river and attacking with knives between their teeth...but levee failures makes more sense to me.
So.
As a direct result of Bush's misguided Iraq policy, an entire section of the country has been demolished, a major American city is under water, we're looking at hundreds of thousands of refugees, who knows how many deaths, the commerce of an entire region destroyed...so what else is there to do except carry on with the 9/11 Propaganda event!
I'm trying to be a better person, but stuff like this brings out the vengeful Norse deity in me.
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