So yesterday was good, met up with a new friend for coffee on campus and then worked on an expressive art project for friday's class. Was an enjoyable and productive afternoon.
I drove home.
I had a burrito, and waited for game 3 of the world series to start, which didn't happen due to a rain out.
I fell asleep at about 10pm and awoke at about 4am.
Wide awake in Amerika when I should be sleeping.
I have a busy day ahead, filled with a field trip and I figured that I might as get my ass up, read some news, get some coffee and get on with the day...
Checked my mail - no mail.
Went to my myspace account and noticed a bulletin from a friend claiming nukes have been used against American targets (read = bases) in Iraq. In the message was a link to another myspace poster's blog with a video of the explosion in question - see it
here.Ok.. now reasonable thinking leads me to the thought that not once is there anykind of visual clue, other than the title of the video proclaiming that this is a nuke or that the target (read = steaming black stretch of earth) is actually American. Now then, I am not well versed in nuclear explosions - and so in my feeble mind I wonder repeatedly about the nature of the explosion - I mean - don't big
non-nuclear explosions cause mushroom clouds too? Maybe there is a physicist out there who reads this who can send me an email explaining... in language a
non-physicist can understand. Thanks in advance.
All this said - it coulda happened. I just don't know what to believe anymore. Spin is all the difference, and my personal
now seems to be the only confirmable reality... no official sources seem to be able to give any straight answers anymore. Everyone has a fucking agenda.
A'ight, so after this I do some reading on the recent passing of the
Military Commissions Act by the usual gang of
idiots.
(A quick picture comment - doesn't it just look almost like a retarded cowboy version of Resevor Dogs? And by retarded I mean completely fucking stupid. No offense meant to any of my
'differently abled' readers out there... 'cause these dorks make you look like Mensa members.)
Anyway - so I do some reading about this
brilliant (and when I say
'brilliant' I mean
'retarded' here.) new act and watch a commentary from Mr. Keith Olbermann regarding said act.
He pretty much nails it. As usual.
Hey, can I just say yer new name is Mr. Keith 'Takin' no shit from the man' Olbermann? You, Sir, are a welcome voice of reason. 'Nuff said...
So anyway, at this point I am about as paranoid as if I had consumed
'The Day After', re-read
'The Watchmen' several times, consumed about 75 nodoze, listened to several
Skinny Puppy records and hadn't bothered to sleep in the last 72 hours
at all.
Can you say, "I remember the 80's?"
A'ight - I know that I am preaching to the converted here buuuuuuut....
Bill Hicks was right.Hunter S. Thompson was right.Martin Luther King was right.John Lennon was right.Malcolm X was too.Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi as well.Mother Teresa of Calcutta had the right idea.Frank Zappa saw it all coming down the pipe...There are more. Some are remembered names, some are forgotten or marginalized with the grindings of years and inane media rehashing. In this age of fifteen minute sound byte fame culture, where are the heroes? Where is my generation's equivalent? Is the human race so easily sedated and intoxicated by shiny technological trinkets and "reality" tv, that we are able to loose sight of the freedoms that we once as a people held so dear? Sinking away into the distance until it isn't even a half remembered dream anymore? What exactly does happen to a dream deferred?
This makes me a peculiar mix of sad and angry, and it haunts my days when I indulge myself and ponder it. Where is the common sense? Come the fuck on people...
