and ethnic cleansing. and slavery and segregation
bury my heart at wounded knee
strange fruit
roast that nigger's ass
only good slope's a dead slope
...America, the last great hope of mankind.
The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
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Pictures worth a thousand words...
The one which includes the 'Q: And Babies?' was part of an art installation (which was placed alongside the tapestry version of Picasso's Guernica) at the Whitechapel Gallery. As someone with little patience generally for installation art, this one reduced me to tears. The juxtaposition of those images, alongside the version of Guernica which had hung in the UN headquarters and was covered up as Colin Powell made his solemn pronouncement about the decision to invade Iraq, should be placed on a permanent loop in the brains of all those who wish to bring peace and democracy through war and barbarism.
Don't know but assume the superimposed text taken from transcript of hearing or trial - anyone unfamiliar with this might want to spend a few minutes reading the Wikipedia entry for William Calley.
I may have mentioned this before but it's been knocking about my nut for a few weeks but aren't we lucky to have 3 parties or 4,5,6 etc in the provinces?
Sure, here in Ishmaelia all deserve contempt and ridicule but in the US there is fuck all ability to protest, none, zero, eliminated. Decisions are made before voters get a look in. GlobalWar funds both sides, the machine wins every time.
Apparently the Yanks were spitting feathers about the Froggy-Albion defence alliance yesterday! Their imperial star is tarnished and waining and they can't even stop a narco war spilling out into their own bloody territories. Play to the extremes and end up fucking the middle, constantly, inexorably, permanently. Sad fucks.
Up all night, leaning on the windowsill, I listened to early results on BBC Radio. It was that awful prick, McNaughtie, like all of them, pissing himself with excitement and self-importance at being in the States, and getting paid for it, not a rational, critical fibre in his body. Hacks and pundits and nobodies, all living the American Dream. And for our listeners in Britain, tell us, Mr Warren Turdburger, how this process reinforces America's great democracy.
Dunno who were the sadder fucks, mr dtp, the citizens of Greedy Stupidity's Empire, or the cocksuckers from the BBC.
Coe-lin Powell, eh, Jesus, Bush's very own Uncle Tom. I watched him and Straw at the UN, slandering Blix, lying and blustering their poxy arses off and I felt ashamed on their behalf.
Coe-lin has since regrouped his limited intellectual forces and more or less admitted he was just a dumb fuck, doing Whitey's bidding, up his own black ass at being notional Secretary of State, lying, like all the rest of them, over the bodies of brown children. Powell, what a piece of work. De Camptown ladeez sing dis song, doo-dah, doo-dah......
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