Friday March 11, 2005

Life is good. (I have no idea, so don’t ask! This picture is simply great.)
The US is going to recognize Hizbollah’s involvement in Lebanese politics. The group has always been labelled as a bunch of terrorists by the Bush cartel, but now they really have no choice but to acknowledge them and their strength.
Well, great. Apparently we were definitely detaining children at Abu Ghraib, including some as young as 11. I had heard reports of abuse against children before, but information was hard to come by. I’m surprised there isn’t anything available to contradict the seemingly “innocent” accounts relayed by the US and, in this case, UK news. Don’t get me wrong, if there was no abuse against these children, that would be great news. If they were indeed abused, well… for fuck’s sake.. nothing’s going to be done anyway. We already know of blatant, overt abuse cases, tales of prisoners being farmed out to other countries just to carry out torture more covertly, and if you combine that with the firm grip the government has on the mass media, this will definitely go nowhere. Nobody cares… which is perfectly illustrated in this quote from a US General: “I don’t care if we’re holding 15,000 innocent civilians; we’re winning the war.” Is that a fact? Wait, what “war” are you even referring to? Jesus, this government’s changed it’s rationale more times than Bush snorted coke. I can’t even keep up. What’s our new excuse? Spreading democracy… something about liberty… hell if I know. All I know is that when I hear some rehearsed bullshit response from a brainwashed tool of the establishment, I can’t help but chuckle… but the fact that people are accepting this, saluting the flag, letting it happen… that sickens me. Each of those 15,000 civilians is a human being. The way Americans can detach themselves and label them as “insurgents” is just pure laziness. No one’s taking the time to monitor what’s really going on because they believe their life is too important. They have to race home to make The West Wing, to get their kids over to Arby’s, to blow $3000 on the latest HDTV. These are the top concerns and priorities of Americans, not civil rights, not humanity, and certainly not the lives of civilians on the other side of the world.
Oh, here’s another concern of the average American: Michael Jackson. This is a little easier to justify. After all, many people my age grew up with the guy and his music. I’m pretty sure the first music recording of any kind that I picked out on my own was Michael Jackson. It was a record, 33rpm, brown in color, with a young Jacko sporting a gigantic afro. So yesterday when Michael walked into the courtroom, late almost to the point of being arrested and dragged in, sporting blue pajama pants, it would be understandable to be somewhat captivated by the drama. According to this trustworthy FOX News report, some people believe Michael may try to kill himself. He’s having very serious financial trouble, which seems impossible. Recent developments in the case include revalations that the kid’s mother previously tried to sue JCPenny for something along these lines, and that some parts of the alleged victim’s brother’s testimony changed over time, suggesting it may have been rehearsed. All I care to add is that I saw Michael one day on some VH1 special about being ultra-rich. He was in a store that had vases, chandeliers, sconces, and all kinds of trinkets… but the kicker was that most of them cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, some over a million. A salesman was confirming for Michael what he had already bought as he walked around, pointing at things he liked. Michael was almost frantic, walking quickly and inquiring “Have I bought that already? I want that.” He practically owned everything in the store, and not a single piece of it was functional. So whether he’s sick in the head in a sexual deviant kind of way or not, his shopping binge showed me he’s one seriously messed up dude.
Tree-Ski-Jumping? What the hell? Where do I sign up?
SomethingAwful’s Photoshop Phriday is Comic Book Chaos Part II. Not bad.

Life is good. (I have no idea, so don’t ask! This picture is simply great.)
The US is going to recognize Hizbollah’s involvement in Lebanese politics. The group has always been labelled as a bunch of terrorists by the Bush cartel, but now they really have no choice but to acknowledge them and their strength.
Well, great. Apparently we were definitely detaining children at Abu Ghraib, including some as young as 11. I had heard reports of abuse against children before, but information was hard to come by. I’m surprised there isn’t anything available to contradict the seemingly “innocent” accounts relayed by the US and, in this case, UK news. Don’t get me wrong, if there was no abuse against these children, that would be great news. If they were indeed abused, well… for fuck’s sake.. nothing’s going to be done anyway. We already know of blatant, overt abuse cases, tales of prisoners being farmed out to other countries just to carry out torture more covertly, and if you combine that with the firm grip the government has on the mass media, this will definitely go nowhere. Nobody cares… which is perfectly illustrated in this quote from a US General: “I don’t care if we’re holding 15,000 innocent civilians; we’re winning the war.” Is that a fact? Wait, what “war” are you even referring to? Jesus, this government’s changed it’s rationale more times than Bush snorted coke. I can’t even keep up. What’s our new excuse? Spreading democracy… something about liberty… hell if I know. All I know is that when I hear some rehearsed bullshit response from a brainwashed tool of the establishment, I can’t help but chuckle… but the fact that people are accepting this, saluting the flag, letting it happen… that sickens me. Each of those 15,000 civilians is a human being. The way Americans can detach themselves and label them as “insurgents” is just pure laziness. No one’s taking the time to monitor what’s really going on because they believe their life is too important. They have to race home to make The West Wing, to get their kids over to Arby’s, to blow $3000 on the latest HDTV. These are the top concerns and priorities of Americans, not civil rights, not humanity, and certainly not the lives of civilians on the other side of the world.
Oh, here’s another concern of the average American: Michael Jackson. This is a little easier to justify. After all, many people my age grew up with the guy and his music. I’m pretty sure the first music recording of any kind that I picked out on my own was Michael Jackson. It was a record, 33rpm, brown in color, with a young Jacko sporting a gigantic afro. So yesterday when Michael walked into the courtroom, late almost to the point of being arrested and dragged in, sporting blue pajama pants, it would be understandable to be somewhat captivated by the drama. According to this trustworthy FOX News report, some people believe Michael may try to kill himself. He’s having very serious financial trouble, which seems impossible. Recent developments in the case include revalations that the kid’s mother previously tried to sue JCPenny for something along these lines, and that some parts of the alleged victim’s brother’s testimony changed over time, suggesting it may have been rehearsed. All I care to add is that I saw Michael one day on some VH1 special about being ultra-rich. He was in a store that had vases, chandeliers, sconces, and all kinds of trinkets… but the kicker was that most of them cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, some over a million. A salesman was confirming for Michael what he had already bought as he walked around, pointing at things he liked. Michael was almost frantic, walking quickly and inquiring “Have I bought that already? I want that.” He practically owned everything in the store, and not a single piece of it was functional. So whether he’s sick in the head in a sexual deviant kind of way or not, his shopping binge showed me he’s one seriously messed up dude.
Tree-Ski-Jumping? What the hell? Where do I sign up?
SomethingAwful’s Photoshop Phriday is Comic Book Chaos Part II. Not bad.












