It's 'Bin' A While

Well yes it has, just wanted to give NaSA something new to track. So apparently the heavily sprayed sky is falling and no one seems to notice. I know this because the TV tells me so.
Patrice O'Neil points out the very Carlin'esq TerribleSecurityAbuses to train us how to willfully give away our remaining small amount of dignity all to make us feel safer. The comedy non-Christmas poster girl shows us how consumerism runs our lives, as the late Carlin also pointed out for...oh the past 30 years. I guess his material is now public domain because he made the right choice and exited before the 'media' hits the fan.
There has been a small amount of talk about the 700 billion, which in a country of roughly 300 million is a woppin' 2300 bucks. It may pay a couple months rent or maybe a house payment but it is pocket change. What passed right after this very well marketed bill? I know the sheep brain has troubles with all those zeros, but why does this gain attention over everything else. It almost seems like they intended to 'create' a crisis, not that it would be something new.
It seems that world market crashes occurred before the popular wars. This appears the to be deja-vuie, except the war came first this go around (thinking outside the box, wonder if Tom Barnett came up with that one all on his own) and the momentarily system has reached a breaking point. Time has come to get medieval which will be managed with the UNited method.
The wonderful global solution is coming quick, so get in line for your GlobalPeopleSolutionCreditIdentificationModule. It amazes me the sheep do not yet understand that the only thing they have to fear is fear itself. FearExistsAfterReality, we live in a virtual world, therefore we respond to the commands of the joystick. Just start asking who is playing the game?

Because I Can't Articulate Like Fred

I read his blog all the time, read most of them. This one could not be said any better. Fred accept my apologies, I'm stealing it.

Plumbing the Depths
How the Gears Turn

March 9, 2008

Common delusions notwithstanding, the United States, I submit, is not a democracy—by which is meant a system in which the will of the people prevails. Rather it is a curious mechanism artfully designed to circumvent the will of the people while appearing to be democratic. Several mechanisms accomplish this.
First, we have two identical parties which, when elected, do very much the same things. Thus the election determines not policy but only the division of spoils. Nothing really changes. The Democrats will never seriously reduce military spending, nor the Republicans, entitlements.
Second, the two parties determine on which questions we are allowed to vote. They simply refuse to engage the questions that matter most to many people. If you are against affirmative action, for whom do you vote? If you regard the schools as abominations? If you want to end the president’s hobbyist wars?
Third, there is the effect of large jurisdictions. Suppose that you lived in a very small (and independent) school district and didn’t like the curriculum. You could buttonhole the head of the school board, whom you would probably know, and say, “Look, Jack, I really think….” He would listen.
But suppose that you live in a suburban jurisdiction of 300,000. You as an individual mean nothing. To affect policy, you would have to form an organization, canvass for votes, solicit contributions, and place ads in newspapers. This is a fulltime job, prohibitively burdensome.
The larger the jurisdiction, the harder it is to exert influence. Much policy today is set at the state level. Now you need a statewide campaign to change the curriculum. Practically speaking, it isn’t practical.
Fourth are impenetrable bureaucracies. A lot of policy is set by making regulations at some department or other, often federal. How do you call the Department of Education to protest a rule which is in fact a policy? The Department has thousands of telephones, few of them listed, all of which will brush you off. There is nothing the public can do to influence these goiterous, armored, unaccountable centers of power.
Yes, you can write your senator, and get a letter written by computer, “I thank you for your valuable insights, and assure you that I am doing all….”
Fifth is the invisible bureaucracy (which is also impenetrable). A few federal departments get at least a bit of attention from the press, chiefly State and Defense (sic). Most of the government gets no attention at all—HUD, for example. Nobody knows who the Secretary of HUD is, or what the department is doing. Similarly, the textbook publishers have some committee whose name I don’t remember (See? It works) that decides what words can be used in texts, how women and Indians must be portrayed, what can be said about them, and so on. Such a group amounts to an unelected ministry of propaganda and, almost certainly, you have never heard of it.
Sixth, there is the illusion of journalism. The newspapers and networks encourage us to think of them as a vast web of hard-hitting, no-holds-barred, chips-where-they-may inquisitors of government: You can run, but you can’t hide. In fact federal malefactors don’t have to run or hide. The press isn’t really looking.
Most of press coverage is only apparent. Television isn’t journalism, but a service that translates into video stories found in the Washington Post and New York Times (really). Few newspapers have bureaus in Washington; the rest follow the lead of a small number of major outlets. These don’t really cover things either.
When I was reporting on the military, there were (if memory serves) many hundreds of reporters accredited to the Pentagon, or at least writing about the armed services. It sounds impressive: All those gimlet eyes.
What invariably happened though was that some story would break—a toilet seat alleged to cost too much, or the failure of this or that. All the reporters would chase the toilet seat, fearful that their competitors might get some detail they didn’t. Thus you had one story covered six hundred times. In any event the stories were often dishonest and almost always ignorant because reporters, apparently bound by some natural law, are obligate technical illiterates. This includes the reporters for the Post and the Times.
Seventh, and a bit more subtle, is the lack of centers of demographic power in competition with the official government. The Catholic Church, for example, once influentially represented a large part of the population. It has been brought to heel. We are left with government by lobby—the weapons industry, big pharma, AIPAC, the teachers unions—whose representatives pay Congress to do things against the public interest.
Eighth, we are ruled not by a government but by a class. Here the media are crucial. Unless you spend time outside of America, you may not realize to what extent the press is controlled. The press is largely free, yes, but it is also largely owned by a small number of corporations which, in turn, are run by people from the same pool from which are drawn high-level pols and their advisers. They are rich people who know each other and have the same interests. It is very nearly correct to say that these people are the government of the United States, and that the federal apparatus merely a useful theatrical manifestation.
Finally, though it may not be deliberate, the schools produce a pitiably ignorant population that can’t vote wisely. Just as trial lawyers don’t want intelligent jurors, as they are harder to manipulate, so political parties don’t want educated voters. The existence of a puzzled mass gawping at Oprah reduces elections to popularity contests modulated by the state of the economy. One party may win, yes, or the other. But a TV-besotted electorate doesn’t meddle in matters important to its rulers. It has never heard of them.
To disguise all of this, elections provide the excitement and intellectual content of a football game, without the importance. They allow a sense of Participation. In bars across the land, in high-school gymns become forums, people become heated about what they imagine to be decisions of great import: This candidate or that? It keeps them from feeling left out while denying them power.
It is fraud. In a sense, the candidates do not even exist. A presidential candidate consists of two speechwriters, a makeup man, a gestures coach, ad agency, two pollsters and an interpreter of focus groups. Depending on his numbers, the handlers may suggest a more fixed stare to crank up his decisiveness quotient for male or Republican voters, or dial in a bit of compassion for a Democratic or female audience. The newspapers will report this calculated transformation. Yet it works. You can fool enough of the people enough of the time.
When people sense this and decline to vote, we cluck like disturbed hens and speak of apathy. Nope. Just common sense.

This first appeared in shorter form in The American Conservative

Here is a theory....

Poppy Bush, former CIA, has Bin Laden as Middle East insider in exchange Bin Laden Group is rewarded many lucrative contracts, 'da big money. Because BL is already color matched it is helpful for many of our activities ova'dare. White folk doing business sort a stand out, BL don't.

We fast forward several years and several billions of treasury print-off's BL starts to see what is really going on, or conscience is catching up and no longer wants Poppy Bush playing in his sand box.

We all know, planes crash, then the elder son takes over, and planes crash, again? Saudi Obama is about 10 years old when he lives through Dad's mishap, 30 when big bro' has his mishap.

The question is how hard did we recruit the services of Osama during the 20 years before he switched teams. I would bet the second plane incident may have awakened him to what happened to dad. Maybe it made him angry, as in money won't shut me up like the rest of my family angry.

If you are a fan of Clooneys' recent activist movie roles, you know what I mean when I mention 'Bob'. Osama Bob Laden. We need to cancel Bob, just as in the movie. Family might get restless using proven methods, but we will get him.

Lets use planes!!! and blame it on Bob, hows that for a Poppy Bush double F.U. They are inventive. Feed the media, he will take credit for it, or he loses face on his side, but using planes and blaming him, genius.

As a side referring to the movie again, one son will play, one will not. Crash a plane, crash a missile into a caravan. Result, one son to play. I like the hidden innuendo's in the movie, a subtle joke maybe, the convoy of SUV's or caravan of SUV's=Camels, Camel Jockeys, like a carnival shooting game. I bet movie had to include that image for psychopaths amusement or movie would have never seen light of day.

If a plane lands on me, you'll know it wasn't a theory.

Tim

I WANNA BE A POLICE OFFICER

I would love to have a job where I get assigned a nice, practically new car, drive around all night and idle my car while I talk to people. By the laughter I am sure it is official Police business. What that business is depends on what your definition of 'is' is. I'll back up with some background on my little story.

I live in a habitat area, sort of, you may call them apartments. A few weeks ago I was you-tubing some live music when all of a sudden I heard a crunch. Nosey as I am, I peek out the winda and what do I see? My neighbor pulling forward in the parking space, right next to me. I had no interest at the time to explore the source of the crunch, so I waited 'till daylight.

A couple of hours later I go to my car to find the majority of my taillight on the ground in very un-taillight like pieces. I look on my windshield to grab the note that says "sorry I hit your car, please call me and we can straighten this out" I was saddened, no note. Trying to be neighborly I left her a note, stated that I could replace the taillight with a used one for $65. I thought it was reasonable, my neighbor did not.

My neighbor never did try to make contact with me, even though I left her my number. I don't even know her name, so we will call her A. Hoar or AH for short. AH was supplied with an easy to understand note, with pictures of my non-taillight and my paint on her bumper. AH had my phone number. She chose not to be very neighborly.

I left her another note, stating the same thing, plus the fact that she should not talk on her phone about being "sooo drunk last night, I can't keep up with you guys", you never know who is listening. No response, at least the first note got a phone call from someone, not her, an acquaintance stating that he lost his cell phone? That was a well thought out ploy, call the number you don't own. I stopped in the local Police Station in Grafton, Massachusetts and this is where it gets interesting.

I had a funny feeling the moment I entered the building. I spoke with one of our 'protectant servants' but he seemed to me not to be overly surprised that I was there, and not very interested. I showed him my pictures and he only mentioned my car, not AH's. Lets just say it was a short conversation, my retina's were sore later on, should I be nervous?

So this morning I come home from work and a few minutes later AH arrives home and successfully navigates into a parking space. I observe AH pull forward (no crunch this time) and out of nowhere a shiny new Grafton Police cruiser. I thought wow, it finally caught up to her, I was wrong. They had a 40 minute conversation in the parking lot from around 2:20 to 3:00 am. The public servant stayed in the taxpayer supplied ride while AH stood outside in the cold. Poor thing did not appear dressed for the weather. Whatever the subject matter, it must have been funny. I wonder if my name came up, not to hard to find out who I am with taxpayer laptops in taxpayer police cars.

I wanna be a Grafton Police officer, where else could you afford to sit idling your car at $3.07 a gallon, for that period of time? Oh wait, you don't pay for that gas, its free(sort of)! My current employer would not be current if I tried something like that. Where I work its called 'stealing time' But as a 'protectant servant' I would be connecting with the community. Like all small towns, Grafton has huge budget surpluses, gas is almost free its so cheap. I really think I could do it. I might have trouble deciding where to park each night, but that's the level of stress expected of you to handle, your a professional.