CPL Nutball

2007-01-02T19:51:00.000-05:00

I find it ironic that a man in charge of something called the COMMITTEE ON THE CURRENT DANGER, could write something so overwhelmingly cheerful and positive.

James Woolsey is the same guy who performed with the righteous brothers ( whoops, the Doobie bro's) at some sort of Jew convention, as viewable in youtube. And he was the head of the CIA.

Now here is him with some interesting developments in renewable energy.

2006-12-10T12:28:00.000-05:00

The Iraq Study Group has released its info. Needless to say I think their recomendations are INSANE. partison, irrational, and most of all ignorant.

The biggest error they have made is to tie peace in Iraq to settling the Israeli-Palestinian dispute, which is so totally irrelevent to the issue there. Of course by bringing it up in the first place the ISG has "proven" it to be indispensibleto the issue, and therefore the enemy will agree. This allows any of the governments interested in strife in Iraq to simple sow discontent with the Palestinians to further their goals. 50 grand for a suicide bombing is not much even for cash straped Iran or Syria, and Palestinians will work cheaper than that if neccesary.

Further they have actually stated that Iran and Syria do not want instability in Iraqw o\verthe short term. this is demonstatably faslse. Iran funded not just their shia "bretheren" (as in my reading they apparently dont have as much love of their co-religionists as topical analysis have suggested), but was actively poring arms into the anbar province and into the loving hands of Jaiash Ansar Al Sunna, who consider Shia only fit for beheading. and this was high tech, very specicfic factory made IEds, not just small arms. they are active in sowing discontent in the area. anyone who says otherwise is ignoring the basic intelegence.

But thatshouldnt be a surprise, as apparently government folk with hands in intellegence don't know half as much as someone with a good breadth of reading.

further reading
mark steyn

2005-11-28T16:52:00.000-05:00

As of last friday I have become a non-comissioned officer of Marines. The promotion was a partial surprise, as although I knew I had won a meritorious board, my record said nothing, and I had recieved no word. This was upsetting as I wasn't able to get a camera, and I didn't even have time to get my designated cheverons from my desk. We go to formation, and I march myself and another Marine, Seufert from communications platoon out in front of the company XO and 1st Sgt. Unlike my LCPL promotion I got to call cadence, so I didn't look like a total barrel of ass. Detail halt, step freeze, right face, then stand at attention. Warrent is read, to all ye who repose these present greetings know yea . . . . meritorious promotion etc. and they stick me.

There are three traditions in the Marine Corps for promotion to corporal. Two of them have esentially been outlawed by anti-hazing regulations.

The first is the gauntlet, with the newly pinned NCO walking through a line of punching and kicking corporals and sergeants. Gennerally you have all the NCO's in your company, or at least your platoon. Staff Sergeant Roman , my NCOIC during recruiting, said that he couldn't walk afterwards, so Sergeant Recio (another recruiter, who was in SSgt roman's battalion's STA platoon) carried him up the stairs on his back, so that the STA platoon could get their licks in. He also said that he was bedridden for 2 days afterwards. Not just do I have too few NCO's around, but no one seems to want to do it. Rumor has it that if i were in Comm(unications) section I could get some old corps treatment.

The second is the blood stripe. In order to earn the right to wear the crimson trouser strip, they feel that you ought to be kneed in the leg repeatedly until you limp. I may get that coming, but still the new corps. . .

Finally the wet down. That is where you all go out and drink stupid, except for one thing. The newly promoted person pays. but as it happens all my people are recruiters, and they are all to damn busy to do it. such is life.

2005-11-10T21:17:00.000-05:00

November tenth. 230 years.

it has been two as a marine. two shooting badges. two ribons, two stripes (pending. two foreign countries visited. now i seek to go overseas as soon as humaly possible. I cracked a joke recently that if i were to augment into active duty, and and they would give me orderrsto recruiting duty, then i would immediately join Al Queda. and i say that as a jew. apparently some peopel thought this was very clever. meanwhile, i know that if i am ever in a misserable possition in iraq, i can just remeber that it could be worse . . . . i could still be recruiting. sand spiders, sun burn and angry salafist killers will probably seem preferable.
i actually had to con my first sergeant with massive begging in order to get myself deployed. i am stuck i na billet of messenger driver, which i am sure i can con my way out of post haste. i want a fire team, have the rank, the (unoffical) NCO experience, and will have three hard months of grunt training going down at cax before i ship over. i feel ready.
happy birthday, and here is to another 230 years!

2005-10-16T19:26:00.000-04:00

In memoriam for Bradley L. Parker

With the passing of yom kippur, the Hebrew day of ascension, a Jew begins major introspection and attempts a complete repentance for all his sins, not just of the past year, but of his entire life. One of the major acts a person can do to spiritually cleans himself is to give generously to charity. It is the Jewish idea that money given to charity isn't an expense, but rather an investment.

having been lax this year, it was time for me to catch up with donations.

that is why I gave in memory of my old firewatchs buddy from infantry training, Bradley Parker. The charity was SPIRIT OF AMERICA, which helps with rebuilding in Iraq and Afghanistan, and with spreading democracy throughout the world by providing everything from vocational training to Arabic blogging tools.
I will be trying to put up a link to the site on my side bar so any reader can donate in his name. It is a worthy cause, and he is a worthy man to be remembered.

2005-09-18T22:58:00.000-04:00

The EST

When we manage to seduce a prospect into our little gingerbread office, the first thing we do is run them through the Enlisted Screening Test, a short practice version of the ASVAB, which is the test they would actually take in order to enlist. It saves both ourselves and the prospects a lot of time, since frankly, most of the people we meet cannot pass the minimum requirements for the service, and we might as well weed them out as quickly as possible.

The format is a standard 4 parts, very much similar to the PSATs, broken down into verbal, paragraph comprehension and two math sections. it is done without the assistance of a calculator or any of the helpful formulas given on an SAT exam. Each section is timed, with the total time runing about 30 minutes.
This test, like the actual AVSAB, is graded on a percentile curve, therefore one's score represents how well one did compared to the rest of humanity. Which means that if you get a 7 or so (which I see all too often), then you may want to start evolving before your decendents end up swinging from trees (Lamarkian anti-scientific thought, but the metaphor has such wonderful imagery). The actual passing score for the Marine Corps (as each service sets their own required score in accordence with their needs on the actual ASVAB) is 31. This is the bare minimum someone would have to get for us to accept him as a brainless motor transport operator in the corps.

We just give them a ten second brief, a pencil and a sheef of blank paper before sending them off to see if our destinys are ment to colide. many get nervous at the prospect of the test, enough so as to walk off with a few quick words. Frankly the recruiters are often not nearly as smooth in talking to them about the test as they are talking about the corps. So kids get a little freaked at the thought of sitting down at that computer and actually doing math.

At the current time i would estimate that two out of three or more of the appointments fail out. oddly enough, of those who pass, most of them get above 50, which puts them in the class we refer to as alpha, meaning that if they score that on the asvab, they will have open for them almost every job in the Corps.

Higher scores are rare. once in a while 70's and 80's appear, and three times i have seen 90's in this office. two were jews, and one was guyanese. judge it howevert you will/

2005-08-28T19:52:00.000-04:00

I have decided on a serial discussion of military recruiting from a first hand basis. I want to explore many of the technical problems and systematic flaws inherent, and the myths of whom we advertise to etc.
I shall begin with the first installment, on the package.
Part I: the package

After someone sits down and says that they are one hundred percent sure they wish to join my beloved crotch, the recruiters need to begin the actual paperwork. While there are many many parts to it, the whole of it, put together into a neat envelope, with all supporting doccuments, is called the package.

Lets just understand the size of the wad that goes into this envelope

First there are the accessory documents that are neccessary for the day before.
They are the 680 and 2807 forms, which consist of a request for examination,(in order to take the ASVAB) , and the medical prescreening form. combind total, 5 pages

Then once they are prepared to take the test, and we get ready to enlist them (as you will see later, no one takes the test unless they have stated they are going to enlist), we start the main package

First the 680, which states intention to join, and has the famous page four statment, in which we note down all the little discrepancies that need to be noted in someones records. these generally come in the form of signed statements of understanding, saying that you will take all your injections like a good boy, and that your wife won't complain to the press because she isn't getting money from you while you are in boot camp. Also, there is a section for your parents to sign if you are 17 and they hate you enough to let uncle sam adopt you. total 5 pages.

Education Verification (edvers for short) : one page, two copies. two more pages.

Police record check: two pages, two copies, for another four.

Then come the supporting documents. If a man is single, we need his high school diploma, and his social security card, and his green card, and his birth certificate. And if he is married we need his wife's birth certificate too. And did i mention we need at least three copies of each? 20 more pages.

background checks: the dreaded sf 86, with 48 questions about every facet of your life short of who you slept with last night. an applicant fills out the first 5-6 pages with all the places he has lived, lernt and worked, who bore and weaned him (and whom he may have begat), and half a dozen people who can confirm all of the above. this, with all the parts aswered, and including the ending information release consent forms and signature pages, and the seperate cover page (oneform for citizens and one for non), runs about sixteen pages. of course if the person has several releltives, a long employment record, and lived i na whole bunch of houses over the previous seven years (the extent of the scope of possible investigation), then it can go to 20 pages. and for some bizare reason, we need not three but for copies of thsi form. total, 75 pages (and up up up).

2005-08-21T21:38:00.000-04:00

i know it has been too long. but now days i have volunteered for active duty, to do recruiting on official basis. thats right, im in the fleet now. the pay is wonderful, but even though i am off for saturday and most of friday, i still work 12 hours a day every day. It does feel good to be active duty though.

i will try and make more thoughtful comments about recruiting from now on, since i need to at least maintain my writing ability by marking time with some sort of short peices. hopefully, i shoudl havesomethingworth sending around in short order.

alcho0lhol helps getthe ballroollling,since today i hosted the team for a bbq dinner, and like good marines everywhere, the cervecas were in evidence.

2005-06-19T22:04:00.000-04:00

CHUCK SCHUMER IS THE BIGGEST DOUCHE IN THE UNIVERSE

I just watched on television Senator Chuck Schumer demanding censorship of the videogame 25 TO LIFE, claiming that it is a "murder teaching tool", and "calling upon all distributers to refuse to stock this video game". This was coinciding with a murder trial of an alabama teen named Devin Moore, who shot two cops after being pulled in on suspicion of car theft. He allegedly played one of the last three GTA titles (Grand Theft Auto III, GTA:Vice City, or GTA: San Andreas). While it hasn't entered as a defense argument, the company that produced GTA, Walmart and Gamestop (which sold the game) and the killer himself (note he is listed last in the press) are all listed as plaintifs. As with all moral panics there are a couple of standard cliche's
1) religious influence of the plaintifs. The plaintif, brother of one of the victims, is a baptist minister.
2) gadfly lawyer who is always suing the same industry and praying to win. the attourny, jack thompson is said to have a long history of waging a "one man crusade against violent video games"
3)mitigating factors that doent get mentioned in the main body: Mr. Moore came from a broken home, and was already implicated in car theft when he murdered the two cops and one emergency dispatcher.
what does this sound like to you? to me it is awfully reminicent of the fraudulent Dungeons and Dragons suicide controversy of the early 80's. that ended when it was noticed that the rate of suicides among D&D players was so much lower than the rest of society that clinically it would have been admissible as a treatment to cure suicidal tendencies.
Similarly video games are getting bad raps despite the massive downturn in violence among videogame playing youth (who are playing more and killing less). further, GTA players have (assuming that the allegations are correct) produced 4-10 murders depending on who you ask, out of 38 + million players . Now with the national murder rate at 5 per 100,000, we should expect at least 180 murders. a reduction to on 18th of the rate!!!!! grand theft auto prevents murders!

Now schumer if you recall tried to prevent the publication of the objectivist novel UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES. So now he has attempted censorship in two mediums. and yet we keep electing him. good job, freedom loving New York

2005-05-12T17:12:00.000-04:00

The Senate released a report on genocide george galloway's invlovement with saddam
it ios availible here. (caution, pdf file)
further implicated is the frech minister of interior. and he gave menoey to the popular front for the liberation of palestine.

more here

2005-04-29T19:29:00.000-04:00

More Proof That Guilliana Segrina was lying.

2005-04-27T20:18:00.000-04:00

Guilliana Sgrena, Red Chief, and the Madness of Truth

By Azriel Peskowitz

Among all the words in the English language that I personally hate, the word truth stands out for special attention. Typically, the words that stick my craw are political terms that have been so misused for emotional content that they often mean the opposite of their actual meanings. Truth has been conflated with fact so that people are using it interchangeably.

But the people who use it most are those whose idea of truth is more than just absurdly subjective and biased, but actually deliberate falsehood which are justified morally by appealing to a "greater truth." It's the Marxist-historicist view of truth, the idea that a philosophy was scientific fact and therefore history would have to follow a predetermined plan, so that facts are irrelevant, since history will justify everything in the end. Like all other totalitarian argumentation this is used as a justification for any form of dialectic falsehood, since it is all for a good cause, and in the end you get to be on the winning side of history anyway. It is a spurious, sophist, self-righteous philosophy that requires massive amounts of doublethink to sustain the existence of such truth. It is the sort of concept that should be shocking to everyone out there who is not, like me, a political science major. This is of interest now because of two individuals in the news recently, Ward Churchill and Guilliana Sgrena. Both have received tremendous media coverage due to self-righteous self victimization, purely through their own acts. Both seem to have a truth problem.

For those who missed the news from Iraq, Sgrena is a reporter for the hard Communist Italian paper, Il Manifesto. As an open sympathizer with Iraq's ousted Baathist regime, she is a stereotype of the old fraudulent pacifist, "not anti-war, just on the other side." She was kidnapped by the same insurgents she had sworn would only attack Americans, since she was on their side. The Italian government covertly negotiated her release, apparently to the tune of several million U.S. dollars.
And then, speeding away to freedom, her driver ran down a broken down highway at close to a hundred MPH into a US Army checkpoint, which promptly fired on them, killing her government escort. Even though even she admits that they were driving recklessly and madly at high speeds (in her words, nearly losing control of the vehicle multiple times), she claims simultaneously that they were driving normally and the attack was unprovoked, (in fact an attempt to assassinate her), and that American "tanks" fired 300-400 bullets into her car (she said she was picking them up off her seat).

Now, it wouldn't be hard to make a case against her based on her character and words, or even a moral case against her due to her deliberate (though propagandizing) and inadvertent (through causing the delivery of a ransom to the insurgents that will buy more arms) aid to a group that is engaging in the wholesale slaughter of oppressed minorities is support of a Syrian-based (and therefore imperialist) totalitarian movement, and that therefore she is morally a genocidal imperialist, but I prefer to take the more restrained route, and discuss her claims in context of the law. The law of physics.

The smallest weapon aboard anything a civilian could mistake as a tank (such as an APC) would be a M-240 variant machine gun firing 7.62 rounds. Since those can penetrate up to 15 mm of armor plate, the only thing in a car that could stop that round is the engine block. We can assume that under the circumstances someone could imagine 30-40 bullets as 400, but even 30 rounds would have completely obliterated a car, and everyone inside it.

Further, the velocity of those rounds would have carried them through the entire vehicle, meaning there certainly wouldn't have been any bullets sitting on the seat for Ms. Sgrena to throw out. Unsurprising when the (real!) picture of her car surfaced, it had exactly two small bullet holes in its windshield and side from blocking rounds fired when her driver zoomed "over the puddle filled roads) headfirst into the checkpoint." Besides, if the army had her in gunsight and wanted her dead, that car would have been shrapnel. But Sgrena knew what kind of moral cachet she could earn by claiming it, and how readily the crowd would follow. And the title of her story?
MY TRUTH.
Another non-ironic case is with Ward Churchill of Colorado, the world's only red-headed Indian. Now, the statements that cause his controversy aren't really that shocking. Frankly, they are the same childish rants of the European elite, right down to bringing up the death of Iraqi children blamed on the sanctions (instead of Saddam's giving oil money to so many Europeans to write such claims). The only interesting characteristic is that he happens to be a paid member of the same system that he attacks.

The interesting thing is that his entire career is based on lies and violence like he accuses. Whether it was claiming to be Indian to get his job and promotions and to sell his artwork, to plagiarizing said artwork from other peoples images, to fabricating or plagiarizing scholarship (once simultaneously committing perjury) and his military record, to phoning death threats to anyone who stood in his way in bureaucratic matters, to calling for the murder of critics of his like writer Bob Black, to beating the crap out of a 60-year-old grandmother named Caroline Standing Elk, who had expelled him from the American Indian Movement for being a fraudulent native.

Now it doesn't surprise me that he was so successful, since he put an ethnic face on the typical masturbatory transnational progressive view of white European intellectuals. But that 199 professors would sign a statement last week saying that all of his intellectual fraud is protected by freedom of speech? Where are they defending Lawrence Summers' freedom of speech? Summers never lied about scholarship, yet he is pilloried. Why now is there an attack of values?

Why do we trust people whose philosophy is that lying is all right? Is this how we are supposed to search for truth?

QCKnight news from a month ago

2005-04-14T23:57:00.000-04:00

more on why mccain sucks

2005-04-01T08:55:00.000-05:00

I was half way through this before i realized it was an april fools joke. God damned pagans and their weird holidays.

2005-03-26T23:45:00.000-05:00

Despite catching a show of Rollins Band way back in 202, I have never gotten a chance to see Henry Rollins actually perform one of his spoken word performances . Sure he came to town every year, but I usually noticed it only when he was sold out. I had to content myself with what I could steal from kazaa and my old copy of "a Rollins in the wry". But this year he decided to make it impossible to miss by performing for two weeks straight. That and the painful ticket price made sure that a connoisseur like myself would ahve a seat this night.
speaking of seats I must say that this was the first time i had ever attended an event at the zipper room, and not jusdo they have full stadium seating (puting me at such an angle that I was staring at the back left of his head for half the show), but the seating is in old removed car seats. Now it would be mearly mildly amusing punk ambiance, except for the fact that it was way more comfortable than any other concert seating i have previously experienced.
Henry Rolled out on time, and proceeded with his monologue. the man does not sit or move the entire two hours. he stands leaning forward, trying to pull the audience in to him, coiled up and ready to pounce. it is scary to watcha man with so much heat and force raging inside him.
He opened up weak with some really hackneyed material making fun of george bush's verbal ability. not just does he choose an early target, but he uses the same damn material that every other commedian has been doing since 1999.
things improved with the longest one line joke I ever heard, which required a story about 45 minutes long about plan rides, death, and acting in a film as Selma BLair's bodyguard, all of which was just to ask the question "is there non-dairy pussy whip for the lactose intolerant?" as he says, you had to have been there. But i did find out an interesting bit about his philosophy of acting. "i don't know how to act, and i don't like people hiring me to do it, becasue i feel like a thief. But i have one problem. i am a junkie. i am addicted to food, and i like to have it every day". Another classic Rollins act was his travellogue of a trip accross the trans siberian express railline. Vommiting and fighting fat russian matrons ensue.
Rollins touring is an anual event, and he is always the most accessable and interesting spoken word artist. i mean i like hearing about acting in hollywood far more than Lydia Lunch bitching about how all her boyfriends liek to cut themselves. Hell, even standup comedy fans should dig him. and next year he is boumnd to spend a week in new york performing. So get to it!

http://www.qcknightnews.com/news/2005/04/12/Music/Punk-Rock.Legend.Speaks.Up.About.His.Life.Travels.And.Career-922018.shtml

2005-03-23T21:05:00.000-05:00

I have returned from Norway, with the completion of Battle Griffin 05. There are many stories I want to tell, but only one comes to mind that I could do Immediate Justice to. that is bgecause it is pure dialogue.
It took place right before an overnight liberty, which was particular in trondheim because Norway has the highest rate of one night stands in the world, making it what the Op's O refers to as a "target rich environment".

Company Commander: before we go into trondheim for liberty i want to give you a short brief. the Norweigens are a very tollerent people, and accept things we as americans may find a little disconcerting. so if you see two men kissing dont go over and punch them. and if you see two girls kissing, don't just go over and start throwing dollar bills. And remember, i know that you all are not saints, and you are getting overnight liberty, so for god sakes use a condom.

Intel Sgt: and don't forget dental dams. I bet in two hours Peskowitz will be going down on a hooker with herpes.

other wonderful quotes from other liberty Briefs:

"Charlie company this is your liberty brief: if five of you get a girl back to your room, and you all bone her, the last guy, don't eat her out. and if she blows all of you, the last guy, don't kiss her. "

"Ears Charlie: if you go out and meet yourself a nice jacksonville hunny, and you can fit her through the door sideways, the good to go. but make sure to put a flack jacket on old willy peter. if you come back dripping stuff, i am going to kill you. Now lets make it official. That is the window you are going to accidently hang yourself from witha bed sheet if you screw up out there. I will make it look like a suicide. but that doesn't mean keep your mouth shut. if you screw uop you better tell me the first thing. and that concludes our liberty brief. anyone wanna fight?"

2005-03-23T20:58:00.000-05:00

The UN, the EU, and the Kyoto Myth That Won't Go Away
By Azriel Peskowitz

As of Feb. 16, the Kyoto treaty is officially in effect. The United States is one of the few developed countries that has not signed it. What most people don't understand is that this is a good thing. The Kyoto treaty is an economic neutron bomb waiting to go off. And worse, it won't even achieve what it is supposed to. But the funniest thing is that most of the rest of the world understands this, and for various reasons still signs on. Kyoto's history in the United States is mostly thanks to Albert Gore's single-minded obsession with crypto-fundamentalist environmentalism. Gore had previously revealed his Unabomber-esque luditism with his eco-screed Earth in the Balance, which showed that he was about as tolerant of science as his wife is tolerant of free speech. Fortunately, his other better half, big bubba Clinton, was pragmatic enough to realize the fallacy of pushing a treaty like Kyoto through congress, so he swept the treaty, and his VP's growing insanity, under the carpet

But people still believe in the treaty, thanks to talk about some sort of scientific consensus on global warming, instead of dealing with the actual science behind it. So I will attempt to break it down Barney style and explain this issue to all the laymen out there. Scientific validity relies in a large fashion on reproducible results. An experiment has to be proven over and over again, and tested from every angle before it becomes a theory. One thing it never depends on is consensus. Scientific consensus has existed as support for the veracity of phrenology, blood-letting, eugenics, and many other scientific frauds. Now there are some parts of the global warming debate that have been proven. The Earth has gotten warmer, carbon dioxide level is rising, and presence of CO2 and other greenhouse gases do insulate heat in the atmosphere. But even the fabled and unscientific consensus ends at that point.

What people don't know is how much of the heating is caused by human activity, how much is merely localized blossoming due to urban environment, and how much is due to natural cyclical climate change. Then there is the matter of testing to deal with. The projections of climate change come from computer models dealing with millions of variables, and due to our imperfect knowledge of the effects of some of these variables, many need to be estimated. This leaves the experiments open to the political bias, and puts the scientific validity of each of these models in doubt. As for reproducible results, not one of these models using past data, could properly predict the current climate. But even assuming that the most extreme predictions were true, then if the world actually stuck to the protocols and destroyed trillions of dollars of productivity by slowing industry to the necessary level, it would still only slow the emission rate by about four years over a century (meaning that we would hit the level that we should hit in 2096 in 2100 instead).

Debate has been stilted in Europe, thanks partially to British science advisor and climate alarmist Sir David King, who has had a strong influence on both British policies on the Kyoto treaty, and on the composition of the UN intergovernmental panel on climate change. He deliberately snubbed the recent Moscow conference on global warming because they dared invite several skeptics and encouraged open debate. But government Lysenkoism isn't the only reason countries signed up. Since industrialized countries have to lower their CO2 production to below 1990 levels, several European countries don't actually have to do any work.

For example, England in 1990 was, due to anti-Thatcher union protection, still using mainly hideously polluting coal technology, and Germany had half its country under inefficient Soviet rule, with the resultant ham-fisted industry and Statist neglect for environment. And since developing countries don't have to cut their emissions at all, none of the third world signatories had anything at all to lose. As for the countries that did stand to lose, many of them have been unduly influenced by the green lobby, which has specific financial interests in keeping the world panicked with the threat of global warming. After all, anti-corporate environmental groups like Greenpeace only get so much from their corporate masters in the big organic food consortiums and the powerful European farmers Unions. If the world realized how theocratic and scientifically fraudulent their claims were, they would stand to lose billions a year in donations.

Fortunately, most of the industrialized countries, including Japan, China, India and Italy have all come to their senses, and declared intention to withdraw from the treaty in 2012, and resist any further UN and EU attempts to obliterate their economic growth. When the repercussions threatened are about as likely as any of Paul Ehrlich's last ten apocalypses, destroying hundreds of thousands of jobs every year no longer seems like a worthwhile deal. So the U.S. is no longer alone. The rest of the world has woken up from the bizarre druidic fantasy the greens are pushing.

originally in the Queens College Knight News

http://www.qcknightnews.com/news/2005/02/23/Opinion/The-Un.The.Eu.And.The.Kyoto.Myth.That.Wont.Go.Away-874548.shtml

2005-03-23T20:52:00.000-05:00

Kissing up to the beard
The EU outlaws dissent
The European Union is proving itself to be not just a supporter, but also an active participant in totalitarianism. Again. The EU has agreed to restore contact with The Government in Havana, which had been frozen after imprisonment of 78 dissidents for such crimes as distributing copies of the UN declaration on human rights, or lending books from private collections that Fidel's benevolent and democratic regime doesn't want it's subjects to read. The EU has also agreed to never invite any Cuban political dissidents to speak, or even attend, any functions at their various embassies in Havana. So the EU now officially opposes human rights activists in Cuba. And all Castro had to do was release a mere fourteen of the engulaged dissidents and benevolently agree to allow those dastardly Europeans to start giving him aid money again.
It is pretty amazing that they can do this when just months ago it was suddenly chic for once to invite opponents of Castro to speak. Castro had just executed 3 attempted escapees who had hijacked a ferry, after a preternaturally short trial. He had then proceeded to convict the aforementioned dissidents on such official charges as insulting him. It had gotten so bad that even holocaust-denial-funding-Khmer-Rouge-supporting-Mao-praising-genocide-cheerleader Noam Chomsky criticized Cuba. But clearly the old love of Latin autocracy has more staying power than most realize. Here in Queens College, someone even went so far as to distribute official Cuban propaganda in the political science office. The culprit was most likely our own Marshal Tito Gerassi, an old friend of Castro from back when Che Guevera was still staying up nights signing execution warrants. Havana and its fellow travelers call the democracy activists "mercenaries" according to their official press releases. According to that reasoning, any professor or political activist with any endowment, chair, or funding, is a mercenary. There used to be a day when a fellow had to run under machine gun fire and get money from African warlords to be called that.
The absolute cowardice of the EU is perfectly in character. This is the same Totalitarian bureaucracy that imprisons people for selling bananas of the wrong curvature, and panders to the anti-science green lobby, wholly and completely owned by the anti-trade protectionist farmers of Europe, preventing the sale of safe GM Corn and Golden Rice, and essentially murdering millions of third-worlders through preventable starvation every year, and blinding another half a million.
Some may think I am even the slightest bit happy about how Europe is destroying itself, as if schadenfreude can compensate for a de-facto genocide by eco-imperialism, or that watching them crash could compensate for the cost to America in lost trade. We have ignored Europe's moral and economic bankruptcy for way to long. It is time we realized that this is going to come back to haunt us, and pay more attention to Europe.
originally published in the Queens College Knight News
http://www.qcknightnews.com/news/2005/02/15/Opinion/Kissing.Up.To.The.Beard-870650.shtml

2005-02-21T22:13:00.000-05:00

Wendsday I embark for a massive NATO exersise near Trondheim Norway.

The gear issue is enormous, even while the weather promises to be only slightly below freezing. Lets see what I am looking at:
1) a brand new vector pack, issued just for this exercise in original wraping. While everyone says that vector packs suck, they are still way better than my MOLLE pack, a sentiment which I would feel even if the frame on the MOLLE were intact. (it wasn't when they issued it, and it is worse now). 0ne thing I like is that the sleeping system carrier is easier to pack, since it zips shut. Also, the lack of a major plastic frame, and the fact that it is one solid piece make it much easier to work with. However, I dislike the drastically smaller side pouches, which are much harder to pack. While there are two on each side, which should give equivilent or better carriage space, and a thinner profile, they are still harder to pack.
2) balaclava: not as good as my old neck gaitor, but as far as I can see, Brigade Quartermasters no longer carries those. And the less exposed skin the better.
3) buffallo fleece: I haven't tried this yet, and am bringing along the green fleece anyways, since it works well, and it never hurts to have a spare.
4)Coyotee watch cap: These are the newest and most high speed cover that the Marine Corps offers, and are made of a fuzzy new fabric that feels so soft against the skin. But I have no clue on how warm it actually is. It also has less material than the old black watchcaps, so you can't cover as much head, plus they are near impossible to replace in a civilian store if I lose mine.
5)Gloves: I have an inner shell which seems like my old outer shell, meaning i need a seperate set of contact gloves, and I have an outer shell, which looks like the kind of gloves pinned to a kindergardeners winter coat. Mittens work better for extreme cold, but you can't fire a weapon with mittens.
6)overwhites: The actual parka and pants are just a thin cotton sheet, which doesn't do much to actually protect you. In fact it does nothing when dry, and when wet will proceed to freeze you to death. Fortunately it will probably be so cold that it won't get wet. They only exist for one reason: to make you white.
7) mickey mouse boots: these are large and white, and have a layer of air space between the shell and the inner lining. it actually has to have its valve opened before loading on planes so it doesnt burst. it works so well that you have to change your socks every few hours to get rid of the sweat.

So I naturally pulled out the charge card and the computer and got some essentials for myself. There is nothing more dangerous to a bank account than a lance corporal on a mission with a hunger for gear. Except maybe my mother at a clothing sale.
I bought an Under Armour tactical cold weather turtleneck, which was an error because it most of the time conducts heat away from your body, instead of keeping it inside. also, it would have cost 20 percent less if I had gotten it at the Fort Hamilton PX, instead of online. Also I got polypropalyne gloves and socks. The gloves are helpfull so that my skin doesnt freeze on contact with any metal surface, and the socks are polypropalyne liners with moisture wicking design so that i can go a few more hours without changing socks. Hopefully they will dry faster too.
I also bought myself a new spyderco folder, which besides being an up brand name, only cost 16 dollars, so it will be no biggy to replace. it is amazingly small, and has a wonderfully sharp serrated blade.

2005-02-21T08:29:00.000-05:00

Alone in the Dark was the worst movie I have ever seen, worse than even The Hollow Man and Balistic: Ecks vs. Sever. It had no plot and no character. Here is the review I wrote for the QC Knight News on it's raging crapulence.

Azriel Peskowitz
Knight news movie reviews
ALONE IN THE Dark

Fewer men in film are more horrible and repulsive than Uwe Boll. A few years ago Uwe Boll directed an adaptation of the arcade game House Of the Dead. The comic strip Penny Arcade did a parody interview like this. Narrator: “Mr. Boll, what made you as a director take on a project like house of the dead?” Boll: “vell, first I am hating ze movies. I am also hating ze people whoa re watching ze movies.” Narrator: “we noticed that you striped out everything that made the game itself unique or interesting. Boll: “yah well you see, it is also ze game I am hating”. This ‘director’ (not that he deserves that title) hates video games so much that he bought the rights to four others to spread out the atrocity. The first, Alone in the Dark, came out last week. It passed on some information that I already knew, such as that Christian Slater’s career is over, and information I didn’t know, like that Tara Ried’s career is over.
This movie is about. . . dragons. Kinda. And it is about Slater as some sort of Indiana Jones rip-off who also is an agent for some anti-weirdo government branch, which happened to have run some nasty experiments on him when he was a lil’un. The evil professor who done did this dastardly deed also seems to be controlling some of those evil dragon creatures that look like Geiger’s aliens but with less detail, which are trying to kill the entire world. That is according to the reviews I read, since seeing the movie, I couldn’t remember any plot whatsoever. In fact the entire movie was so disjointed that it was like I hardly even saw it. There was just stupid talking combined with stupid loud action sequences. The action usually was just lots of people in SWAT gear (SWAT meaning Batman and robin style breastplates with everything but the nipples, not anything that might resemble tactical gear) firing blindly into every direction while industrial music blasts.
The acting is pretty bad too, with Tara Ried looking downright pudgy in her glasses and bunned hair, and sounding like a wooden ten year old mincing words that are to big for her. The villain is unconvincing and has no motivation. Stephen Dorif is wasted. And even with brand new muscles, Christian Slater is still a balding cokehead.
The worst atrocity is how this movie presents professional operators in action. As the hallmark of bad movies, they always behave in manners that are so tactically unsound that a child could fight better than them. This movie has you believe that a team of about forty of them would get slaughtered by 17 (exactly seventeen!) unarmed and bullet vulnerable zombies, without being able to mow down their attackers with ease. But they deserve to get slaughtered for those costumes, that are to ugly to be called gay, even with the rampant homoeroticism. No Gay man would ever be caught dead wearing that, and no person with a pulse should ever be caught dead seeing this movie. And if you see Uwe Boll on the street, please kick him in the jewels before he reproduces. You might just prevent the anti-christ.

2005-02-15T21:42:00.000-05:00

I began school two weeks ago, after a vacation that was hardly time consuming, and yet i havent been writing any content worth a moment's effort. I haven't been writing because of an addiction to Fallout 2 and KOTOR. And sheer laziness.

School this semester consists of merely a night class of the european novel, twice a week. Aside from my newspaper duties, I am otherwise practically no longer in attendance. The class studies are currently on classic gothic novels, but soon we will be moving on to more tawdry elements. Unfortunately those include a work of De Sade. I read 120 Days of Sodom, and it was hideously boring. "day one, raped girl a, took it in pooper from french guy with cleverly obscene name. Day to raped boy b, and took it in pooper from uncle" etc. etc. but we also get terry southern and Nabokov's Lolita. Still, i think i will enjoy this class, and after four classes, the professor doesnt know my name, which is a unique experience.

IN my spare time i have been doing more recruiting, which mixed with creatine means that i ahve gained about 8 pound from my normal weight. hopefully that doesnt mean dragging ass on runs. but we will find out with the spring thaw. today i will begin a major project, starting from the begining of my blog, and cleaning up the entire works, in terms of punctuation and spelling. wish me luck.

2005-01-24T21:20:00.000-05:00

http://www.examiner.ie/pport/web/world/Full_Story/did-sgsAtWaxCKF0EsgTbBP-2fa91M.asp

bahahahahahhahahahahahahaahhaahahahhaahahahahaa

again, global warming inst a lie, it is just missunderstood.

2005-01-15T18:02:00.000-05:00

The first abu Gihrab conviction occured today. Specialist Charles Graner guilty on all counts. Any pity I had for him evaporated long ago when he started blaming superiors. It was a losing horse to ride in the trial for an obvious reason.

The Prisoners he was abusing were all petty criminals. Yet he wanted us to believe that his commanding officers would endanger their very careers to order him to torture people who they knew had little useful inteligence. Especially since it all (at least the photo part) occured in one nights time, and was likely predicated by the prisoners either starting a large fight (read riot) or engaging in some recreational forced sodomy. If he were claiming that it was to teach a bunch of middle age arab men that turning out some 15 year old boy in their cell is inappropriate behavior , through the means of sexual degradation, than it would merely be a case of violating laws to do an ethical act.
But he never claimed that, instead breaking faith and spreading lies so obvious that only journalists and civilians could believe it. That they were told to do politically dangerous interogations of petty criminals, or that they were undertrained, despite being professional prison guards.
While I understand the idea that all major violations are considered leadership failures, and that there were some serious problems with general karpinsky, who may have only kept her job due to the fact that she was a female and they needed more female commanders, i no longer feel that we enlisteds are so infantile that we cannot take resposibility for our own actions. Specialist graner had a USMC tatoo on his arm. if he were ever a real marine he should have known that excuses are for lesser men.

2005-01-12T22:25:00.000-05:00

WHY I am not an environmentalist:

whenever it is cold and you are going into the field, Bring gor-tex. either that, or accept your inevitable death. This weekend 2/25 spend its time up in camp bruckner, a training area of west point, where we sat around in the sub freezing whether and icy rain and triend not to lose fingers and toes. Problems about: i came as advance party, and dicovered that we completely reddesigned the setup for the operations tent. we added a third tent to the setup, which was good, except we didnt know how to configure it, in which direction, where to put the walls etc. lots of annoying lifting occured. then the fet began freezing in our suede boots. we had a remedy for this, in our plastic mickey mouse boots with the inner gas lining. but there is a side effect. since your feet are so warm in your boots, they sweat, till your socks soak and your feet turn white in about 16 hours. the first night i discovered another suck of it. not just does your body cool off even when properly ensconsed in your bivvy sack because you stop moving, it also dehydrates, which is compounded by an unwillingness to drink water which would require me to run 50 meters outside the tent to piss.
light frozen rain doesnt hurt to badly when you have polypropalyn on, but everyone around you assumes you will die becasue you ahve the wrong layers on. plus a poncho isnt a good alternative. apparently noone uses them anymore so wearing one tells everyone that you forgot your gortex, which means that your squad leader will be afraid of catching flack.

I found myself staying up 2-3 hours that night making the biggest terrain map i have ever seen. supposedly i got a class on this in school of infantry, but i can't remember it. i achieved, but it still sucked. my thank you was a statement that the officer giving the brief surrived the brief without inccident. he himself called me ove rto thank me, but i still am wondering if i fucked up.

2004-12-31T13:39:00.000-05:00

i submitted this to the newsday newspaper. if they will print the "chaos engineer", then i aught to have no problem.

Let me get this straight: In response to the Tsunami the United States sends three marine disaster relief teams, dozens if not hundreds of C-130 flights each filled with hundreds of tons food and other necessities, an entire carrier group with five thousand marines and sailors, 7 water purification ships to each provide 90,000 gallons of sterile sweet water a day, and readied hospital ships in Guam to sail. In addition to all this magnanimity, the government pledges more than 35 million dollars, a third of the world government donation total, and nine times the donations of the European union. And yet I read letters and editorials calling us stingy.
How about giving a little credit where it is due? Or recognition to groups like Pfizer (who donated 30 million) or other pharmaceutical companies, like Merck, that are sending millions in cash and anti-biotic to the afflicted countries? How come I don't read in the paper about amazon.com's donation drive which has raised 7 million dollars to date, or individuals like the members of the band Linkin Park, who put forth 100,000 dollars of their own money? It seems to me that the only thing being printed is a deliberate reinforcement of the stereotype that Americans are greedy and selfish, no matter how much we do for our fellow man?

Update: While irecieved the confirmation that the altter was recieved, after a week the paper did not publish the leter.

2004-12-18T17:41:00.000-05:00

You all will recall my previous mentions about how the ACLU has long since stoped being a bastion for civil liberties and has become an active advocate for censorship. not just in the issue of anyhting dealing with religion that was tangetially conectedd to government. i am refering to their attempts to quash political dissent durring the RNC convention. Trying to have peoples signs confiscated is pretty clearly censorship. now more.
this is from the NY times, but i dont see the point of linking since it will go dead ina week anyways.
A.C.L.U.'s Search for Data on Donors Stirs Privacy FearsBy STEPHANIE STROM
he American Civil Liberties Union is using sophisticated technology to collect a wide variety of information about its members and donors in a fund-raising effort that has ignited a bitter debate over its leaders' commitment to privacy rights.
Some board members say the extensive data collection makes a mockery of the organization's frequent criticism of banks, corporations and government agencies for their practice of accumulating data on people for marketing and other purposes.
Daniel S. Lowman, vice president for analytical services at Grenzebach Glier & Associates, the data firm hired by the A.C.L.U., said the software the organization is using, Prospect Explorer, combs a broad range of publicly available data to compile a file with information like an individual's wealth, holdings in public corporations, other assets and philanthropic interests.
The issue has attracted the attention of the New York attorney general, who is looking into whether the group violated its promises to protect the privacy of its donors and members.
"It is part of the A.C.L.U.'s mandate, part of its mission, to protect consumer privacy," said Wendy Kaminer, a writer and A.C.L.U. board member. "It goes against A.C.L.U. values to engage in data-mining on people without informing them. It's not illegal, but it is a violation of our values. It is hypocrisy."
The organization has been shaken by infighting since May, when the board learned that Anthony D. Romero, its executive director, had registered the A.C.L.U. for a federal charity drive that required it to certify that it would not knowingly employ people whose names were on government terrorism watch lists.
A day after The New York Times disclosed its participation in late July, the organization withdrew from the charity drive and has since filed a lawsuit with other charities to contest the watch list requirement.
The group's new data collection practices were implemented without the board's approval or knowledge, and were in violation of the A.C.L.U.'s privacy policy at the time, said Michael Meyers, vice president of the organization and a frequent and strident internal critic. Mr. Meyers said he learned about the new research by accident Nov. 7 in a meeting of the committee that is organizing the group's Biennial Conference in July.
He objected to the practices, and the next day, the privacy policy on the group's Web site was changed. "They took out all the language that would show that they were violating their own policy," he said. "In doing so, they sanctified their procedure while still keeping it secret."
Attorney General Eliot Spitzer of New York appears to be asking the same questions. In a Dec. 3 letter, Mr. Spitzer's office informed the A.C.L.U. that it was conducting an inquiry into whether the group had violated its promises to protect the privacy of donors and members.
Emily Whitfield, a spokeswoman for the A.C.L.U., said the organization was confident that its efforts to protect donors' and members' privacy would withstand any scrutiny. "The A.C.L.U. certainly feels that data privacy is an extremely important issue, and we will of course work closely with the state attorney general's office to answer any and all questions they may have," she said.
Robert B. Remar, a member of the board and its smaller executive committee, said he did not think data collection practices had changed markedly. He recalled that the budget included more money to cultivate donors but said he did not know what specifically was being done.
Mr. Remar said he did not know until this week that the organization was using an outside company to collect data or that collection had expanded from major donors to those who contribute as little as $20. "Honestly, I don't know the details of how they do it because that's not something a board member would be involved in," he said.
The process is no different than using Google for research, he said, emphasizing that Grenzebach has a contractual obligation to keep information private.
The information dispute is just the latest to engulf Mr. Romero. When the organization pulled out of the federal charity drive, it rejected about $500,000 in expected donations. Mr. Romero said that when he signed the enrollment certification, he did not think the A.C.L.U. would have to run potential employees' names through the watch lists to meet requirements.
The board's executive committee subsequently learned that Mr. Romero had advised the Ford Foundation, his former employer, to follow the nation's main antiterrorism law, known as the Patriot Act, in composing language for its grant agreements, helping to ensure that none of its money inadvertently underwrites terrorism or other unacceptable activities. The A.C.L.U., which has vigorously contended that the act threatens civil liberties, had accepted $68,000 from Ford under the new terms by then.
The board voted in October to return the money and reject further grants from Ford and the Rockefeller Foundation, which uses similar language in its grant agreements.
In 2003, Mr. Romero waited several months to inform the board that he had signed an agreement with Mr. Spitzer to settle a complaint related to the security of the A.C.L.U.'s Web site. The settlement, signed in December 2002, required the agreement to be distributed to the board within 30 days, and Mr. Romero did not hand it out until June 2003.
He told board members that he had not carefully read the agreement and that he did not believe it required him to distribute it, according to a chronology compiled by Ms. Kaminer.
Many nonprofit organizations collect information about their donors to help their fund-raising, using technology to figure out giving patterns, net worth and other details that assist with more targeted pitches.
Because of its commitment to privacy rights, however, the A.C.L.U. has avoided the most modern techniques, according to minutes of its executive committee from three years ago. "What we did then wasn't very sophisticated because of our stance on privacy rights," said Ira Glasser, Mr. Romero's predecessor.
Mr. Glasser, who resigned in 2001, said the group had collected basic data on major donors and conducted a ZIP code analysis of its membership for an endowment campaign while he was there. He said it had done research on Lexis/Nexis and may have looked at S.E.C. filings.
Mr. Meyers said he learned on Nov. 7 that the A.C.L.U.'s data collection practices went far beyond previous efforts. "If I give the A.C.L.U. $20, I have not given them permission to investigate my partners, who I'm married to, what they do, what my real estate holdings are, what my wealth is, and who else I give my money to," he said.
On Nov. 8, the privacy statement on the A.C.L.U. Web site was replaced with an "Online Privacy Policy." Until that time, the group had pledged to gather personal information only with the permission of members and donors. It also said it would not sell or transfer information to a third party or use it for marketing.
Those explicit guarantees were eliminated from the Web site after Mr. Meyers raised his concerns about the new data-mining program at the Nov. 7 meeting.
After learning of Mr. Spitzer's inquiry, the executive committee of the board took up the data-mining issue on Dec. 14. Board members are allowed to listen in on any executive committee meeting, and Mr. Meyers asked the panel to participate in its conference call.
The first item on the agenda was whether he could be on the line. The executive committee voted 9 to 1 to bar him and had a staff member inform him that the meeting was of the board of the A.C.L.U. Foundation, not the group's executive committee, and thus he was excluded.
Mr. Remar, who has been a board member for 18 years, said board members had been asked to leave executive committee meetings during personnel discussions, but Mr. Meyers said it was a first.
Mr. Remar said the data collection efforts were a function of the foundation, and thus the executive committee had met as the foundation board.
But Mr. Romero convened a meeting of the executive committee, and Mr. Spitzer's letter was addressed to the A.C.L.U., with no mention of the foundation.
Mr. Meyers said his exclusion raises a profound issue for other board members. "Their rationale for excluding me implicitly means that they can't share anything with the board, but the board as a whole has fiduciary responsibilities," he said. "How can board members do their duty if information is withheld from them?"

2004-12-16T20:39:00.000-05:00

The onion is famous for its predictive powers. here is the next likely occurance. But my money is on Zimbabwe for '06.

2004-12-09T23:24:00.000-05:00

Dime bag darrel, formerly guitarist of pantera was murdered onstage yesterday night.

First response: anyone who blames the music is just trying to score cheap points. in the words of motley crew when asked about that in regards to THIS murder: thats retarded.

Second response: even though i think it is probable, i want people to hesitate before immediately blaming this on someone being upset at pantera's breakup. people heard people shout "your the reason pantera broke up" right before the gunman opened fire. but people probably shout that at every damageplan concert.

Third: assuming it was about pantera's breakup i have to ask how can someone on one hand love the music enough to be murderously angry at the band breaking up, but then go on to hate the very person who was intrumental in creating the music that affected this man so strongly?

I cannot properly ullogize Dimebag. i have a very limited vocabulary of there songs. And to write a long essay about about the meaning of rock would be cheezy and insulting to the man. so i am goign to try and keep it brief and hoe that telling you all how pantera touched me will not be to corny and trite.
THe SOng fucking hostile expresses anger like nothing i have ever heard before. every riff and line screams with rage. musically it feels like a man being beaten. But it says two things to me. one that it is possible to express all that anger that i hide inside, and the other is that other people have that same feeling . that i am not alone.

2004-11-22T20:05:00.000-05:00

I knew Bradley J Parker from Charlie Company Infantry training battalion. We were students there from october to december, in a dirty little camp called Camp Geiger. We were both in first platoon, on the bottom deck of the company squad bay, training to be 0311s. basic riflemen. our staff sgt used top call all the students gruntlings. We were hatchlings just learning the killing arts from salty infanty platoon leaders.
We seemed pretty different, I a loudmouth nerdy jewish kid from new york, he a much quieter West Virginia native, short and muscular with a tendancy toward packing a lip of dip as many marines are wont to do. Parker and I had a few things in common. We both loved video games, and guns, although I tended to read about them, and he went out to the backwoods and shot them. Another thing in common we had was the same first letter of our last names, which emnt that i would do firewatch either with him or right after him every third night or so. So we often talked.
I remember one night we were camped out at the 400 yard S.A.W. range. There were two groups of tents set up, one for each platoon. Tents were necissary because it was heading well below freezing in the Late november of North Carolina. Before lights out SSgt Lipsack, the caveman as his call sign read, gave us all a cold weather survival class, whcih quickly deteriorated into an explaination of what actions he had done that required Camp Fuji to give a safety brief telling Marines not to tie poncho liners to there arms and legs and jump off the roof of a squad bay durring a hurricane. I was second firewatch from my platoon, and he wasnt in the mood for sleeping yet, so i would circle around in my polypropalynes and watch cap and stop every cycle at his tent to yak. It was at the far end towards the road, near the portashitters. i remember his telling me about a fully utomatic tec-9 that a cousin or uncle owned, which he used to take out into the woods and unload into tree bark. "that isn't legal" I said "like we give a fuck" he replied. He told me about how his uncle (or cousin!) taught him how to alter them cheaply into machine guns. then we laughed as the other platoon was pulled out online in the freezing cold in their underwear because of one student who was caught talking to his girlfriend ona cell phone in his tent.
I remember one other night when we were at L-5, the most dangerous range in the marine corps, preparing for the night supported assault, where we would attack on line by squad rushing the enemy postion, illuminated by flares fired into the air with a grenade launcher, while a machine gun team on the berm behind us fires down ath the enemy position. My squad was the last to go, so parker and i were driven to a remote roadside, dropped off with a pair of prc-119 radios (or Pricks as the nominclature and 20 pound weight demanded) and told to not let anyone through for safety sake. Sittng on a log durring heavy rain, trying to get the damn radio's to keep working, we passed time by arguing over favorite video games. Gore-tex jackets dont stay dry so well when they have been crushed and mutilated by years of being passed off from student to student. We were wet and miserable just like good infantrymen should be. By the time we got picked up and joined our squad, it had dried up and we had gone on to march through the woods and kick hell out of the enemy. it was the most dangerous training evolution we carried out, and we all got out of it in one peice.
Bradley Parker was the second to last marine to stand firewatch in first platoon charlie company, the morning we graduated. I was the last. after graduation we all said our good byes and shipped away to our respective units. most of us never heard from most anyone else again unless they joined the same unit. Parker went to 1st batalion 8th marines, while i went to 2nd battalion 25th marines.
Lcpl Bradley Parker died november 15th in Anbar province, in combat
hashem yikom domov

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http://www.wtrf.com/home/headlines/1213956.html

2004-11-21T22:12:00.000-05:00

A Marine Officer tells his oral history of Falujah

2004-11-21T22:05:00.000-05:00

A memorial for yasser. didnt come accross as tongue in cheek as i had hoped
http://www.qcknightnews.com/news/2004/11/16/Opinion/The-Death.And.Life.Of.An.Imperialist.Pedophilea.Peoples.History.Of.Yassar.Arafat-810382.shtml

The Death and Life of an Imperialist Pedophile:A People's History Of Yassar Arafat

One of the most remarkable men on earth died this week, or maybe last week. At the same time he was dead, he was also in a deep coma, and simultaneously sitting up in bed reading the Koran and chatting with his compatriots and doctors. But Arafat had lived his life as all things to all men (at least if those men were European). So, I am writing this to chronicle his many accomplishments.Yasser Arafat was born Rahman al-Qudwa (although sometimes he was Abu Ammar) in Egypt in 1929, from parents who had emigrated out of a s---hole backwater of Syria called Palestine. He grew up to become an officer in the Egyptian intelligence, before being tapped by the Soviet Union to run a group of "progressive elements" to monkey-wrench one of the new countries which was made from a small strip of the old Syrian province. Too many Americans supported this country, whose own liberation happened in a manner uncomfortably close to the way Soviets were trying to present their own third world adventures as occurring. And not just was the new country only partially socialist (as supposed to doctrinaire Marxists, as the soviets forced their liberated countries to "freely develop" into), but it was filled with Jooos (as in, "it's all the Jooos' fault!). Naturally, the Soviets couldn't let that stand, and decided to extend the Cold War to warm climates. Russia exerted influence in all the countries of the region, and hating Israel was effective foreign policy.Now, Arafat wasn't the first person to try his hand at proxy Russian foreign policy in the region, but he made sure the rest of them didn't pose much of a threat. Back then, power in that part of Arab society was tribal, so Arafat had to make sure he had as many guns on his side as possible. So, he discovered what became his lifelong hobby and obsession: killing Arabs. And he was a talented one at that, too. Especially in Lebanon. In the Mid-sixties, native uprisings were the style of the time. Franz Fannon had written a book telling all the third-worlders that mindless violence was the best form of therapy for the blues caused by having to many Europeans around. And Europeans found this moral because it was generally Frenchmen who were being killed. Even the French supported it, probably because it reminded them of the good old days of public guillotines.
Arafat had one problem. He couldn't call his violence anti-colonialist. The country he was trying to destroy was made up of an ethnic group who was native to the region and which had members living there non-stop for 3,000 years. Meanwhile, his people were 90 percent composed of Egyptians and Syrians who had colonized the area in the 1910s. Now, since he was a colonialist who was acting as the proxy imperial army of a massive greedy power, liberation ideology didn't fit well. But Arafat was ever the creative type, and reality never got in the way of third world self righteousness, so somewhere around 1964 he decided to create a nation Ex Nihilo. It was basically like starting a band, although he called his band formation notice a charter. Otherwise, all he needed was a name. Before 1960, the only people who ever called themselves Palestinians were all Jooos, but they had tossed away that slave name to become Israelis. So, now that his faux-nation had a name, he could start pretending that he was a victim instead of an imperialist tool. He didn't even need to make up a history or a culture. All he needed was to start repeating the word "occupation" over and over again and suddenly he had an eternal nation that obviously had its own history and meaningfully unique culture that no one can quite remember. It is surprising that even naturally naïve types like socialists and the French would fall for such a ruse, but historically Europeans have believed anything that justifies killing Jooos. To show how widespread that artistic triumph was, consider the following. A poll last year found that more than 70 percent of Frenchmen believe that there was some sort of sovereign state of Palestinians (as supposed to a sovereign state of Palestine, which ironically also didn't exist) before the Jooos all suddenly invaded and took over in 1948. Similarly, the latest meme is to call Israel and the territories "historic Palestine," to reinforce the non-existent history. It is kind of like talking about the substance of an empty space. How creative and visionary a man who could produce so much from just one word?
Comrade Arafat was as much a creator as an artist. He helped found many famous groups like Fatah, Black September, the Palestine Liberation Organization, the Palestine Liberation Front, The Popular Front for the liberation of Palestine, Abu Nidal, The AL-Aqsa Martyrs Brigade (now the Arafat Martyrs Brigade) and many others. And he was an intellectual too. He was a doctrinaire Atheistic Marxist whenever the Soviets were offering training camps weapons and money. He was a devout Muslim whenever Islamic Jihad or Hamas was in town. He was the kaffiyehed-third world rebel whenever the left wing elite needed to masturbate. And he was the gracious peacemaker whenever the Arab league said anything in the UN, and every time God told Jimmy Carter to make peace in the Middle East.And, he was a man of leisure, too. He had two major hobbies. Sodomy and killing Arabs. The Former Head of Romanian intelligence, Ion Pacepa wrote in his memoir, Red Horizons, that they used to record him butt banging young children provided for him by Nicolae Ceausescu. Apparently, he liked to pretend to be a tiger and roar a lot when he was staining bed sheets brown. The rest of the time, he was busy starting a war with Jordan that killed nearly ten thousand of his followers, and then moving to Lebanon where his men began a civil war where the PLO murdered at least 40,000 Arabs, indulging in spectacular massacres at places like Deir Ashahe, Damour, Shatila and Burj-el Barajneh. I always wondered why he bothered to attack Shatila, especially since there had been a massacre by Phalangist Christians a few years before that. But I guess he couldn't stand a Jooo getting the credit for Arabs killing Arabs. In the end, it was probably AIDS that got him. The French doctors won't admit it, but the medical symptoms are obvious. I guess one of those little communist Romanian kids must have had a surprise for Comrade Arafat. But what a legacy he left behind. So creative he had a name, a personality, and a politics for every crowd. His civil war in Lebanon ended up killing several hundred thousand people. So industrious that while in charge of his countries finances he ended up with a larger bank account than his own countries GNP, despite having no visible source of income. But, there is one thing that will make him loved forever in the halls of Europe and the Middle East. He made it okay to hate the Jews again.

2004-11-10T22:59:00.000-05:00

Happy 229th birthday to the United States Marine Corps. Friday night H&S CO headed to the Huntington Hilton and proceeded to booze like mad. I ended up drinking till i couldnt vbe sure who's wife i was dancing with. But my recent emails say that their husbands all remember. including the one who's specialty is shooting lone men at mile and a half distances with a bullet large enough to cut them in half. A husband who says I accidently dropped his wife. But i think he likes me as comic relief to much to assassinate me.

I also went ahead and wrote another article, a tribute to my Corps, which was published by my school paper.
http://www.qcknightnews.com/main.cfm/include/detail/storyid/798812.html

Defending Your Freedom, for 229 years.
A tribute to the United States Marine Corps
By Azriel Peskowitz

On November 10, 1775, the Continental Congress commissioned a battalion of Marines under Captain Samuel Nicholas to serve as combat troops about the then weeks-old Navy. The United States Marine Corps has served as this country's foremost fighting force for 229 years. We have battled from Libya to Korea to Haiti, against everything from massed armies to hidden guerillas. Our place in society has always been an uncomfortable fit. Author Stephen Hunter once described Marines as 'the sacred killers of American society.' While society has always piously spoken of peace and love of its fellow man, it has always needed the services of Orwell's proverbial rough men standing ready to do violence on their behalves. And for doing what society has always demonized, we are lauded. In exchange, we are required to forfeit our youth, and too often our lives. We must endure first months of mental anguish at the hands of frog-voiced sadists in Smokey Bear hats, and then years of strict discipline and limited freedom, and the weapons of fanantical enemies. And we do it voluntarily. We are dehumanized by press and hypocritical intellectuals, the men who enjoy dinner with tyrants instead of warring against them, as boors and as victims, despite being more educated than any armed forces ever, despite being comprised of the most independent-minded, free-thinking, and creative people this country has to offer. Blinded by their own intellectual orthodoxy, incapable of believing that someone would willingly risk their life, they try and portray us as slaves. But every one of us is a volunteer. Every one of us knows the risks, and still willingly puts on the uniform and carries a rifle.Why do we do it? Because of a belief in individual rights and in the U.S. Constitution, which we each swear to uphold and defend against all enemies. Because of a belief that a person has an absolute right to say what, own what, pray how, love whom they choose, and that no government has the moral right to limit them. Because we know that the slavery of men to the state in countries like Sudan and North Korea, the subjugation of women in the theocratic societies of the Middle East, is a threat to our own liberty here and an insult to every value that we uphold. Because we know that without a constant reminder of what price is paid for our liberty, we would become like the governments of Europe, who match an unwillingness to stand up to foreign tyranny with continual sacrifice of their citizens' freedom at the alter of nebulous "social justice." Because we know that if we don't stand up for what is right, no one else will.For this, my brothers are now crawling through the blood and mud of Fallujah, and combing the frozen mountains of Afghanistan. For this, many prepare to leave their families and homes, whether for boot camp or for the dangers of the war zone. To them I dedicate this.Semper Fidelis, and Happy Birthday.
The Author is a rifleman with 2nd battalion, 25th marines

some more links

the first marine recruiting poster

A Birthday Message from the head of II MEF

A Jewish Marine's Tale

USMC Answering Machine

2004-11-10T22:48:00.000-05:00

Some old writing i failed to get up.

Resident Evil Apocalypse review

Fear factory Live Review

My take On those dirty indians what tkerjubs!!!!!!

Election fraud (pre-election)

2004-10-21T13:04:00.000-04:00

this is an excerpt from a slashdot interview with Neil Stephenson. i havent read him, but i am a fanatic of Gibson's.

) Who would win? (Score:5, Funny) - by Call Me Black Cloud In a fight between you and William Gibson, who would win?
Neal:You don't have to settle for mere idle speculation. Let me tell you how it came out on the three occasions when we did fight. The first time was a year or two after SNOW CRASH came out. I was doing a reading/signing at White Dwarf Books in Vancouver. Gibson stopped by to say hello and extended his hand as if to shake. But I remembered something Bruce Sterling had told me. For, at the time, Sterling and I had formed a pact to fight Gibson. Gibson had been regrown in a vat from scraps of DNA after Sterling had crashed an LNG tanker into Gibson's Stealth pleasure barge in the Straits of Juan de Fuca. During the regeneration process, telescoping Carbonite stilettos had been incorporated into Gibson's arms. Remembering this in the nick of time, I grabbed the signing table and flipped it up between us. Of course the Carbonite stilettos pierced it as if it were cork board, but this spoiled his aim long enough for me to whip my wakizashi out from between my shoulder blades and swing at his head. He deflected the blow with a force blast that sprained my wrist. The falling table knocked over a space heater and set fire to the store. Everyone else fled. Gibson and I dueled among blazing stacks of books for a while. Slowly I gained the upper hand, for, on defense, his Praying Mantis style was no match for my Flying Cloud technique. But I lost him behind a cloud of smoke. Then I had to get out of the place. The streets were crowded with his black-suited minions and I had to turn into a swarm of locusts and fly back to Seattle. The second time was a few years later when Gibson came through Seattle on his IDORU tour. Between doing some drive-by signings at local bookstores, he came and devastated my quarter of the city. I had been in a trance for seven days and seven nights and was unaware of these goings-on, but he came to me in a vision and taunted me, and left a message on my cellphone. That evening he was doing a reading at Kane Hall on the University of Washington campus. Swathed in black, I climbed to the top of the hall, mesmerized his snipers, sliced a hole in the roof using a plasma cutter, let myself into the catwalks above the stage, and then leapt down upon him from forty feet above. But I had forgotten that he had once studied in the same monastery as I, and knew all of my techniques. He rolled away at the last moment. I struck only the lectern, smashing it to kindling. Snatching up one jagged shard of oak I adopted the Mountain Tiger position just as you would expect. He pulled off his wireless mike and began to whirl it around his head. From there, the fight proceeded along predictable lines. As a stalemate developed we began to resort more and more to the use of pure energy, modulated by Red Lotus incantations of the third Sung group, which eventually to the collapse of the building's roof and the loss of eight hundred lives. But as they were only peasants, we did not care. Our third fight occurred at the Peace Arch on the U.S./Canadian border between Seattle and Vancouver. Gibson wished to retire from that sort of lifestyle that required ceaseless training in the martial arts and sleeping outdoors under the rain. He only wished to sit in his garden brushing out novels on rice paper. But honor dictated that he must fight me for a third time first. Of course the Peace Arch did not remain standing for long. Before long my sword arm hung useless at my side. One of my psi blasts kicked up a large divot of earth and rubble, uncovering a silver metallic object, hitherto buried, that seemed to have been crafted by an industrial designer. It was a nitro-veridian device that had been buried there by Sterling. We were able to fly clear before it detonated. The blast caused a seismic rupture that split off a sizable part of Canada and created what we now know as Vancouver Island. This was the last fight between me and Gibson. For both of us, by studying certain ancient prophecies, had independently arrived at the same conclusion, namely that Sterling's professed interest in industrial design was a mere cover for work in superweapons. Gibson and I formed a pact to fight Sterling. So far we have made little headway in seeking out his lair of brushed steel and white LEDs, because I had a dentist appointment and Gibson had to attend a writers' conference, but keep an eye on Slashdot for any further developments.

2004-10-20T01:52:00.000-04:00

my review of Shaun Of the Dead

New In Theatres This Week - Shaun of the Dead
By Schadenfreudal Jones
One comforting thing about most zombie movies is that the survivors tend to be just average slobs who fight and survive and manage to make it through two horror cinematic hours despite being black. Ordinary Joe's always manage to save the day. Convenience store workers (Night of the Living Dead), nurses (Dawn of the Dead remake), bike messengers (28 Days Later), Macys house ware salesmen (Evil Dead 1,2, and 3), ultra-hot genetically enhanced corporate super-soldiers with nipples the size of quarters (Resident Evil: Apocalypse). Just average workaday Joes. It makes me think that I could do all right in one, what with all the pipes, axes, and baseball bats I have around, and the fact that I am not black. After all, the hero of Shaun of the Dead, the titular Shaun, happens to be a salesman at an electronics store.Another comforting idea is that if zombies are really slow and shambling, and dumb as a corpse, then maybe the world won't be destroyed and society might move on. But talking about that would just ruin the ending. You see, this movie is in England, home of the rampaging street corner befouling soccer yobs, rage infected monkeys, and spotted dick. It also happens to be a romantic comedy ("with zombies" says the tagline). So we have all of that sophisticated English humor. For those uninitiated, sophisticated English humor depends on subtle visual and verbal cues, such as dressing up like a woman for no reason, or instead of calling a person a jerk you use wittier terms like twat The funny thing is that despite zombie movies already being a parody genre, (much like the spy films), turning it into hard comedy works really well (just like Austin Powers). Our blue-collar hero, living a pointless life with his skuzzy roommate Ed, drifts aimlessly through life, as a clerk in an electronics store. To make Shaun's life even more miserable is the fact that his girlfriend is dumping him, and everyone in town is lurching weirdly and has this weird pallor. Remarkably, even after the cricket bats and lead pipes come out, we're more concerned with getting back Shaun's bird than the walking dead. Yes, there is nasty gore, and plenty of biting and head smashing, but it is giggly stuff (like assaulting zombies with your boyfriend's leg). And way the GTA jokes are way better than Resident Evil.f

2004-10-13T16:01:00.000-04:00

my review of resident evil apocalypse
Zombie Flick Number Two - Resident Evil: Apocalypse
A dirty mash note to Mila Jovovitch

A friend of mine told me (while we were yakking after this movie) the most profound thought about this movie. "You notice there were exactly two Negroes (his word, I swear) in this movie. One dies pointlessly and the other one is really stupid", reinforcing the clich? that if you are black you ought to stay the hell away from being in a horror film, for your own health. What else can you say about a movie that is less based on a video game than actually is a video- games (is that even a sentence)?All horror movies run on certain rules, such as the one that it isn't a good idea to be black, and having pre/extra-marital sex within the same town or campgrounds as a hockey or Star Trek mask is even more unhealthy. Now this movie invents another, which doesn't really add charm to the genre. The new rule is, if anyone spends 6-10 seconds developing his character, he has to immediately be torn to shreds by rabid zombie dogs. The movie really is that stupid. It even goes so far as to give long explanations about what happened in the first movie, but then assume everyone has played Resident Evil: Nemesis and leave out any explanations of that part. I was too neglected to have a Playstation 1 (thanks mom), so I was left confused.We open with the site of the first movie, the hive, being pried open by faceless drones from the faceless Umbrella Corp. For some reason this makes everyone in raccoon city start eating brains and shambling. (another rule, you don't actually call them zombies). Not that there was a release of zombies who start biting everyone, or some sort of gas that makes everyone turn into zombies or any other explanation (except when a heroine yells out "they're Infected!!). Apparently opening a door makes everyone very hungry for gray matter and really bad at table manners. Fortunately Alice (Mila Jovovitch) is in the hospital ready to kill zombies and repeatedly show off her stunning Deborah Harry-esque nipples. Also appearing is Raccoon City PD hottie Jill Valentine dressed up like any self respecting NY hooker or Japanese anime policewoman in a blue tube top, hot pants and combat boots. They are backed up by a disposable policeman (see dead black guy above), a bunch of disposable eastern European Corporate Commandos lead by a Jew with a Spanish name (Oded Fehr, the Mummy), and, for no good reason, Mike Epps (see annoying black man above). They all have to get out of raccoon city, for obvious reasons. In order to help them, the writers provided a big monster bad guy named Nemesis (Just like in the video game), who lumbers around with a chain gun and is 12 feet tall, and an evil face from the faceless corporation, played by famed character actor Generic European Guy.Did I mention yet how stupid this movie is? Slow moving zombies are stalking the streets, so 50 heavily armed police and commandos deicide the best place to fight it out is on a two way street with alleys to let everyone get outflanked and get bitten in the back. Also, why do bodies that have been dead for years all come to life at the same instant that the heroes happen to be walking through a graveyard?The most hateful thing about this movie is that I actually enjoyed it. It is so bad that it is good, and since I was with 3 other guys and we didn't care who we pissed off, we just went all mystery science theater on this bitch. Plus Mila Jovovich is always worth the price of admission. And there is this scene where she makes a man leak bodily fluids from every orifice. From the stickiness in my boxers, he wasn't the only one leaking.

from qc knight news
http://www.qcknightnews.com/news/2004/09/28/Entertainment/Zombie.Flick.Number.Two.Resident.Evil.Apocalypse-734880.shtml

2004-10-13T15:57:00.000-04:00

I think i will start collecting voter fraud stories.
here is my first one.

http://www.floridatoday.com/!NEWSROOM/localstoryN02FRAUD.htm

Rumors of vote fraud rampant BY PAIGE ST. JOHN FLORIDA TODAY TALLAHASSEE --
The U.S. Justice Department and state police are investigating widespread allegations of criminal vote fraud in Florida, days before the state closes registration for the presidential election.
Allegations range from phony voter registrations to forged party-affiliation change cards and absentee ballots.
"Several law enforcement investigations are under way," wrote Elections Division Director Dawn Roberts in a Friday memo to election supervisors.
Agency spokeswoman Alia Faraj said the Justice Department has agreed to review the allegations of vote fraud in Florida. She could not further discuss the active state and federal investigations.
A field director for one of the many national partisan organizations trying to drum up votes in Florida admits to routine efforts to rig the outcome. They include submitting thousands of invalid voter registration cards, as well as failing to turn in boxes of cards filled out to register Republicans.
"There was a lot of fraud committed," said Mac Stuart, former Miami-Dade field director for ACORN. Among his allegations -- that ACORN "quality control" workers routinely kicked back Republican voter registrations while paying for Democratic ones. "They said they had enough," he said.
ACORN is spearheading both a minimum wage ballot initiative and a voter registration drive. Its top two Florida directors failed to return telephone calls Friday.
Stuart is listed as a plaintiff in a notice of intent to sue ACORN and others in a discrimination class-action lawsuit. "The voter registration project has been operating illegally since it started," the intent-to-sue filing asserts.
In Leon County, elections supervisor Ion Sancho said he found nearly 1,000 apparently fraudulent party-change forms. All were to re-register African American Democrats at Florida A&M University as Republican.
The suspect forms came to his office last week from the Florida Division of Elections office in Tallahassee, where employees said organizations conducting statewide voter registration drives are turning in thousands of records a day to beat Monday's deadline.
"They didn't have a clue where those forms came from," Sancho said. He said he is concerned the state is forwarding similarly suspect forms to other counties.
Citing such "reports of irregularities" around the state, the Division of Elections on Friday afternoon sent a memorandum to county election supervisors, asking them to scrutinize "all voter registration agencies" in their counties and report suspect activity.
Active investigations include one in South Florida involving ACORN.
Stuart said he has been interviewed twice by an agent for the Florida Department of Law Enforcement. That FDLE agent declined Friday to confirm his investigation. Florida law makes it a third-degree felony to interfere with someone's right to register as well as to pay a per-card solicitation fee for gathering registrations. Stuart says ACORN did both.
Stuart said ACORN officials at state headquarters in Tampa were aware of what was going on, and discouraged him from talking about it. He said he was ultimately fired as "a loose cannon."
While Republican registrations were ignored, Stuart said those of convicted felons were eagerly sought, even though by law they are ineligible until they are granted clemency by the state. Stuart set up registration tables outside the Miami police department and Dade County jail.
"We targeted them because ACORN had a goal: 103,000 new registrations from Dade County," Stuart said.
Brian Kettenring, ACORN's state director in Florida, and Frank Houston, who spearheaded the affiliated Project Vote registration drive, did not return calls Friday.
The questions surrounding ACORN's voter registration efforts were preceded by problems with initiative petition signatures the group submitted earlier in the year.
A Hillsborough County election official in July found some 800 apparently fraudulent signatures among the minimum wage petitions turned in by ACORN. Elections Supervisor Buddy Johnson said he merely notified the organization, and ACORN agreed to police its own workers.
Such criminal allegations are giving initiative opponents a foothold for proposed amendments beyond those sponsored by ACORN.
Opponents of the slot-machine initiative contacted 5,278 individuals in Broward County who allegedly signed the gambling petition. Of those, 3,587 said the signature on the petition was not theirs. Another 33, the opponents allege, were dead.
In a lawsuit filed last week in Leon County circuit court, slot-petition opponents assert Floridians for a Level Playing Field paid Arno Political Consulting as much as $6.50 per petition signature.
The business practice, they contend, "invited the submission of fabricated signatures."
The opponents include The Humane Society, Grey2K USA and Floridians Against Expanded Gambling.
The initiative to repeal high-speed rail is also being challenged in court for relying on fraudulent petitions.
With the federal investigation into registration fraud, such questions about faked petition signatures grow to fears of efforts to hijack November's vote.
"We're extremely concerned, with so many groups that came into Florida," she said. "While it's a great thing (to register voters) we encourage voters to get to know the group, and follow up with a phone call to the (election) supervisor" to make sure they are, indeed, registered.

here is a second

http://www.nationalreview.com/kerry/kerry200410131154.asp

2004-10-05T21:08:00.000-04:00

TIME TRAVEL!!!!

I have been reading some year old articles which are just timeless.

FRENCH PERFIDY
God I hate those fucking frogs. Don't forget that a year later they are helping the ongoing Darfur massacre (along with China and India)

CHOMSKYITE ASSHATS
The only way to describe them. This is a great example of the by the numbers ideology of Chomsky cultists, who seem to use the same rehtorical style at every turn

CASTRO IS HITLER
The photo cannot lie . .. oh, wait

CHOMSKY, ASSHAT
Can't beat the man at his own game.

2004-09-26T23:17:00.000-04:00

This article in the daily news was so horridly false that I had to fisk it. Go easy on me, it's my first time. I have one conciet here, that any quotes in which the person speaking makes a false statement i count A lie. this is due to the fact that all the quotes are presented not as statements, but as appeals to authority.

Weapons that can shatter concrete By PATRICE O'SHAUGHNESSYDAILY NEWS STAFF WRITER Saturday, September 25th, 2004

The Cold AR-15 semiautomatic assault rifle is long, black and sleek and shoots .223-caliber ammunition, or 2-inch long bullets.

Inapropriate and emotional language case 1: calling it cold, hinting at it being evil and lifeless.

Misleading statement No 1: that .223 calliber means a bullet that is 2 inches long. Of course the caliber refers to the width of the bullet, and this is the second smallest above a BB. second the actual bullet, after without the shell and powder is about half an inch or less. the statement serve to make it seem much larger than it actually is.

For 10 years, the sale and manufacture of the fearsome weapon was illegal anywhere in America.

Lie no 1: the sale was not illegal, only the importation or manufacture of new ones.

Inapropriate value judgement no 2: "fearsome weapon"

Last week, as some Southern stores resumed sale of the rifle, Police Officer Darrell Corti demonstrated its destructive power.
Corti aimed the weapon at a cinderblock at the NYPD firing range at Rodman's Neck in the Bronx and pulled the trigger. The burst of gunfire rang loudly in the ears despite protective gear.

Lie no 2/inapropriate language no 3: this is a single shot weapon, so it would fire a shot, not a burst. even if the author didn't mean it, this gives readers the impression that this weapon is a machine gun.
Misleading statement 2: the comment about how loud it was gives the impression that it is louder than a normal gun, such as a nine millimeter pistol, and likely more deadly. In my experience the noise for both are about the same, and a 9mm will make a bigger hole in a person.

The narrow bullet traveled at such a high velocity that it pierced a half-dollar-sized hole in the inch-thick side of the stone before shattering into shiny fragments.
Misleading statement 3: the paper talks about its penetration power without giving any frame of reference. what do other bullets do? how far would they penetrate? this gives the false impression that these are more powerful than a normal rifle, which is false.

The round is capable of penetrating some bulletproof vests.
Misleading statement 4: Body armor is not bulletproof. Certain vests have certain ratings. The average pistol round, 9mm will go through class one body armour (military flack vests), while class 2 which most poice officers wear will stop almost all pistol bullets, and holds alright against .223. the insinuation is that cops are being put at risk, despite the fact that cases of a bullet passing through their vests are so rare as to be apocryphal. if cops ever felt at risk, they would hav eimmediatly moved up to class three body armour, which is rated against most rifle rounds.

"These are weapons of war, and to make them more readily available is certainly a concern for us," said Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly.
Lie 3: Not one of these weapons has ever been used by any military in the world. a few of them are semi-automatic versions of military rifles, but to compare them is like calling a vehicle a race car when its top speed is 40mph

"It is a concern for police officers because they're the ones at 2 a.m. who are most likely to confront these types of weapons."
Misleading statement 5: insinuates that police are actually likely to encounter an ar-15 in a street patrol or on a drug deal gone bad, despite them being encountered in less than 2 percent of all crimes.

More than a decade ago, the AR-15 had been routinely used by dealers to guard drug dens.
Misleading statement 6: since "assault weapons" were used in less than 2 percent of crimes,(a factoid you will hear ad nauseum) AR-15s likely didn't appear very often in drug dens outside of movies. Hence the term routinely, which is already stradling the realm of an outright lie.

Now it can be legally sold in federally licensed gun shops in certain states, along with Uzis, Macs and Tec-9s, the sinister-looking pistols toted by thugs who devastated the city.
With the expiration of the federal assault weapons ban two weeks ago, will the guns that held neighborhoods in the clench of violence in the late 1980s and early 1990s be making a comeback?
Misleading statement 7: While the crack epidemic did increase crime to record levels, and argueably the terms are acurate, stating that the guns themselves somehow caused the crime wave is ciminologically specious.

Lie 4: considering the two percent rule mentioned above, claiming that the guns themselves caused the crime and violence is again a movie fueled fantasy, a case of historical revisionism and deliberately ignores all thne criminals who actively trashed the city . There was no crack epidemic, just a few rifles that went out and started murdering people.
Assault weapons will be more lethal and less expensive. High capacity magazines will be back in production for civilian sale," the Consumer Federation of America darkly concluded after polling weapons manufacturers.
I am not going to count this as a lie since I dont feel from ther tone that they are making an appeal to authority.

New York's own ban on assault weapons remains in effect, and the city has some of toughest gun laws in the nation, but traffickers have managed to smuggle in thousands of illegal handguns each year through Southern states, where lax laws allow multiple purchases and the use of so-called straw buyers.
Authorities are concerned that as stores now offer the higher-powered weapons, as well as certain styles favored by criminals and magazines holding as many as 50 bullets, that the weapons will make their way into the arsenals of the city's gangs and drug organizations.

"We are concerned anytime illegal firearms, whether handguns or rifles, are trafficked or possessed in New York City," said William McMahon, special agent in charge of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives New York office. "In the hands of criminals, any of these weapons can be deadly."
The new availability of increased firepower is a major concern. Under the ban, dealers could not sell magazines holding more than 10 bullets.
Lie 5: the magazines were legal, to own or sell, but not to manufacture or import. this makes me question if the writer new anything about the 1994 crime bill law whatsoever.
"With the magazine limitation lifted, you have in effect what amounts to putting an automatic weapon on the street," said Kelly. "A 30- or 50-round clip put in a semiautomatic, you just keep pulling the trigger and you put out an awful lot of firepower."

"They're going to shoot what they've got," said a Bronx investigator.
Lie 5: average amount or rounds fired in a criminal shootout: less than 2. this is a lie because of appeal to authority. again.
But the National Rifle Association said the fears are unfounded.
"We've received phone calls from numerous rank-and-file police who know this ban had nothing to do with crime," said Andrew Arulanandam, an NRA spokesman. "These guns have been available in different forms. A magazine is a piece of metal. The focus ought not to be on an inanimate object, but on the criminal, who gets guns through the black market."
The ban on 19 weapons was signed into law by former President Bill Clinton after shootouts among drug dealers claimed hundreds of innocent lives in inner cities and deranged killers armed with assault rifles grabbed headlines in pristine suburbs.
Lie 6: not one had an assault rifle, even though a few used "assault weapons". those two phrases are not interchangable.
Assault rifles had such features as a folding stock, a night sight, a flash suppressor, a bayonet mount, a pistol grip and a large magazine capacity.
Lie 7: definition of assault rifle is a weapon with select fire (either single shot and full auto or single shot and burst, or all three), firing an intermediate power (usually small sized, meduim velocity rounds, such as 5.56 or 7.62) bullet and commonly issued to rifle platoons. all those features in the article are ususally associated with the term "assault weapon", which is a politically determined meaning. so the author is conflaiting assault rifles and "assault weapons". again.
Of 125 guns taken off the street last year by just one firearms investigations team, 10 of them were banned weapons; most were cheap 9-mm. handguns.
With the ban lifted, some criminals may covet the status and intimidating reliability of once forbidden firepower, investigators said.
For example, the newly available Colt AR-15 bears a revered name in the gun industry, known for accurate, well-made weapons.
Likewise, the Mac-10 is twice the size of the Glock 9-mm. carried by cops, and packs a 30-shot ammunition clip.
Although the firms that manufactured some of the guns are defunct, stores may have inventories they were previously unable to sell. And authorities believe a manufacturer will fill the void. The Tec-9 is also a weapon that helped spike the city's murders to a record 2,245 in 1990.
"The Tec-9 has the same power as the Glock, but it's a bigger gun, with a big handle, and you can add a flash suppressor - and it's a very menacing gun, and that's why criminals wanted it," said a federal firearms investigator.
"Currently the Tec-9s are the biggest concern," added a detective in the firearms unit. "They're everywhere ... and in the winter, these guns are easily concealed under bulky jackets."
"It remains to be seen what the effect will be, but lifting the ban can only bring about bad things," Kelly said.

2004-09-24T17:41:00.000-04:00

Here is a WallStreet Journal article i think every person who may go over to Iraq should read.

2004-09-20T23:35:00.000-04:00

Red Hot Mullah Love!!!!!!!!

Rasini continued his active support of gay marriage until, a couple of months ago, he was surprised en flagrante and hauled before an Islamic tribunal for his conjugal activities with one Amir. The situation looked grave for the sheikh until the mullahs came up with an imaginative solution. Amir was "converted" to the opposite sex by some of Tehran's finest surgeons, thereby removing — quite literally — the basis for the accusation.

Amir is now Zohreh, and she and her sheikh may well live happily for the foreseeable future

they are just that freaky.

remember how they like their little girls!

2004-09-20T10:34:00.000-04:00

A review and report of my little birthday party, which does nothing but attack my friends. also located at qc Knight News

An article about Bella Morte, I think . . .
Peskowitz using Alchohol as a substitute for writing skills
By Azriel Peskowitz

I've come to the cold and hateful realization that my friends are the sort who would knife a compatriot in the kidneys without even a moments regret, then probably sell the ripped kidney third rate on the black market just to profit off my misery. These backstabbers left me solitary and unescorted on my own 23rd birthday with such excuses as " I have a 6 page paper due n my first week of class" or "the music could disturb my spiritual balance".

Thankfully I met Polina. Polina had green eyes, and green hair, and green skin. She also happened to be the organizer of the Drop Dead Festival, "the largest goth, punk and deathrock exhibition in the US". She also thinks high humor is tripping me repeatedly in the hallway when I am drunk, but that's a different story. So thanks to the little green monster with the eastern European accent, the knitting factory became a three day orgy of top hats, spiked hair, black lace, and lesbian dancing, and a good excuse for me to wear leather in summer weather.

Coming on Sunday, I missed Bella Morte, the one band I had actually came to see. But thankfully, if I couldn't have industrial social distortion soundalikes, I did get a zombified white trash rockabilly band. I found that ironic considering that I was drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon and wearing a GG Allin shirt. And in the downstairs darkroom, I found a band named Sixteen, who managed to operate 5 synthisizers between 3 performers. Their brand of 80's New wave sounds do appeal to me, but I don't think they appreciated my yelling out "ghostbusters!" at the start of every synth track. But hey, I bought their CD. Later came AusGang, who did a great sing along of "I wanna Be your dog", and Cinema Strange, who at the end of the night decided for the hell of it to just do another set. Musically and sartorially they exceded my fruitiness quotient for the night, but the audience seemed to find them cute dressed up like underpants gnomes.

But the best of the night was Holy Cow, whose lead singer repeatedly attempted to rape another bands rubber doll prop, before actually pop it from dry humping. Plus he had a mangyna for all to see.Did I mention the smoke machine?
Next year, be there.more info: drop dead festival official site

2004-09-20T10:27:00.000-04:00

my first opinion peice of the new year: availible in full glory at the QC knight news homepage

Hasn't This All Happened Before?
Peskowitz's Biological Clock Is Ticking

Déjà vu: The uncomfortable feeling that you've been here before, that you've already done that. Think Wizard of Oz when Dorothy says "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." It is the total, complete, ultimate, horrible opposite of that.
I am getting on in years, with my eighth semester starting, I have been with the Knight News longer than anyone else in the staff. And like all crotchety oldsters, I have seen it all. The creepy 50 year old in sweatpants and buttpack, who came in to place an ad for a prospective bride, to replace the mail order one that left him. The woman who called to find out if Alf really was running against Bill Clinton for office. Freaks, geeks, liars, tramps and thieves (speaking of which, give us back our digital cameras already, a-hole!) Yet what I remember most is the repetition. I speak not of the basic drudgery. Not of sitting in front of a computer trying to compose boring, pained doggerel, because the funny stuff just isn't there. (I'll leave that ennui to Aaron Grant, as it hasn't stopped him from publishing yet.) Nor the toil of consistently copy editing and laying out the paper.
No, my feeling is this sense that every year the campus goes through the same historical arc, like Groundhog Day spread out through a whole year. We are starting the first week of school and already it is like freshman year again. First up, everyone starts talking about how Albany is chopping our money, supposedly hanging the entire student body up from hooks in a meat locker and slowly bleeding us dry from a dozen jagged cuts across our feet (in a metaphorical sense), to feed their vampiric hunger for cash flow. And naturally we write op-eds saying that we have to save TAP, because this is gonna be the year that Pataki kills it and destroys the hopes of the unwashed masses. Then people start complaining about the parking situation, because (surprise) this year the lines are too long, their aren't enough spaces, and people who shouldn't, got passes.
Somewhere around the middle of the year, another ten Patio Room idealists realize that our sole political party is a nepotistic sclerotic hulk with lapel pins, which refuses to brook any opposition. And so they go and write some nasty letters to the paper, which doesn't get read by anyone outside of UP anyways. And then UP writes a counter-letter, read by no-one outside of these ten lunch room messiahs, calling every documented incident and provable fact about their record "hearsay, slander and sour grapes". Then they add the same token rejoinder that anyone is free to run against them and that they would love some variety and debate. Strangely enough, when the chow hall crowd actually starts running against UP, all the new party propaganda disappears off the walls inside 15 minutes and any attempts by them to canvas gets met with staged hostilities and distractions, as if anyone would have voted differently anyways. And as always every copy of the Knight News election issue goes straight into the dumpster due to parties unknown.
This school needs some radical action. I call for scandal, debauchery and sin to get people on this campus off the same old routine. Firstly we need some academic scandals to get national news. So I ask some brave professors to step forward and write a best selling book that is plagiarized almost verbatim from someone else. Then get caught. If it worked for Stephen Ambrose. . . And maybe someone youngsters can volunteer to start torrid affairs with their professors.Next we have to sex up this school. First, we need more women to streak on campus. And more men too. Next bring in our new dean, QC alumnus Ron Jeremy, and next time Pataki wants to cut TAP, NYPIRG should nix the protest and try instead a love-in at the governor's office. Finally sin: we have been guilty of sloth. So lets get some more active deadly sins. I suggest some like-minded students form a Fight club. If you need a president, Ill volunteer. GLASA could bring back all the Nekkid pictures they used to have on their walls. And the Sci-fi & Anime Club can start advertisin about what really happens at the conventions.And add in some more controversial and deviant classes. Media studies can offer porn criticism class. And art history can introduce an introduction to radical body modification/tatoo & scarification course, or a fetishism class. And religious studies is about ripe for intro to Satanism.
Anything please god, as long as it is different

2004-09-14T07:11:00.000-04:00

http://medienkritik.typepad.com/blog/2004/09/die_sddeutsche_.html#more

One funny story about cultural standards and sexual mores. i especially like the talk of ripeness of 10 year olds. translated from the original german

2004-09-14T07:04:00.000-04:00

a self described "gun fag" posts a long and interesting look at the media's constant use of phalic language and insane technical inaccuracy within articles about "assault weapons

2004-09-09T11:50:00.000-04:00

Texans for Truth, unsurprisingly funded my moveon.org, who of course are openly linked to the DNC, have released a memo allegedly from a superior of Bush which claims that Bush wasn't at drill. Meanwhile people are noticing that it has superscript and a whole bunch of 0ther features that couldn't have been availible in a typewriter in the 70's.
pictures below.
http://littlegreenfootballs.com/weblog/?entry=12524_Bush_Guard_Documents-_Forgeries

2004-09-08T16:54:00.000-04:00

Finally learning a little Html language, which is why i now actually have links on the side. in my pursute of capitalist pigism, i am also applying for an ad on the website. plus, the knight news is back, so my writings for that will be in real soon.

2004-09-01T06:43:00.000-04:00

Guerrilla warfare is such a gas. I got into the fray crashing a protest by Castroista Leslie Cagan's United for Peace and Justice. One of our bloggers covered it it detail.

PW in NY
I was in NYC yesterday with my fellow Protest Warriors, the counter-protest group to which I belong. It was an interesting time, what with being attacked by anarchists and all. I got in late last night, so this will be a very brief recap:
We started out yesterday morning, with over a hundred of us carrying signs some of which you can see at the Protest Warrior web site. I was taking video and some stills.
(PW gets ready to move)
The group moved from headquarters to the site the NYPD had picked for us on the parade route. The NYPD was fantastic, staying with us most of the way. After we moved through the streets, we took up our designated location. The interesting thing was the reaction of the leftist protesters as they moved past us. The could not help but stop and stare, trying to understand what we were all about. Perhaps our message is a little too nuanced for some. Some of the people who did get it were very angry, and we had a few birds and "Fuck Yous" directed our way.
(I think our message was a little too "nuanced" for the leftists)
But, freedom of speech being our thing, we were not content to stay on the sidelines, and left in small groups to join in the "peaceful" protestors.
We had broken up into smaller groups of about 15, and my group made our way around and into the big crowd. It took the "peace" protestors a few minutes to figure out that there was something not quite right about our message. Several people were fairly angry with us, but that was nothing until a group of anarchists notice us.
They started yelling at us, and one of there guys got directly in the face of one of our protestors. Not content to try to shout us down, the anarchist grabbed our guy's signs and their group started to tear it apart. At one point they were calling us fascists. I remember replying yelling something back like "Freedom of speech is not fascism, you moron."
Over the next few minutes, thing got a little more chaotic, as the anarchists started going after our signs. Me and couple of other guys had to pull our protestors back more than once, as they were assaulted by the leftists. We had many signs ripped down, and some cheap shots on some of our guys.
I was trying to video and also keep our team calmed down. Later, an annoyed lady in her fifties got very angry at us also, and she was trying to grab signs and tear them up.
Eventually, after we went about 3 blocks, the whole procession came to a standstill. As the crowd around got more unruly, the NYPD apparently had enough. They pushed us our onto a side street, and we were out of the protest.
My group had become separated from the rest, and the NYPD would not let us push back through the protest route to rejoin the main group. So we set back up on a side street, still getting a lot of attention for the leftists as they passed. There was a reporter from the Washington Times who started interviewing some of us at this point. He makes mention of Protest Warrior in his article on the protests.
(Kicked out of the protest, my PW group makes a stand on one of the side streets of the parade route. Rob, a combat medic and vet of the Iraq war, salutes the symbolic coffins that pass by during the protest. Rob resented his fellow soldiers and friends being used as a political prop by leftists. So he remembers his comrades in his own way, standing and saluting in tribute to their sacrifice.)
The leftist group 1000 coffins (link above), brought up the tail end of the protest. (Though the gay pride groups, in a symbolic gesture of their importance to leftists, was at the very end). The coffins symbolized the soldiers who died in Iraq. For some reason, they were not carrying coffins to symbolize all the people who died on 9/11 in NTC, not do they carry coffins to symbolize the hundreds of thousands who were killed by the Hussein regime. But then again, they probably don't have enough members to carry that many coffins.
We finally were able to make it back to our official protest area and rejoin the rest of the group. There, we were on a barricade, and got into some heated discussions as the rest of the leftists passed.
I have some great video, but I am going to have to capture it, and then I will post some excerpts from it. I have watched parts of it are a little hair raising. Still, no one in our group was injured, and all of us from the Atlanta chapter (5 of us went up) were in good shape and spirits afterward.
I'll be back with more, probably this evening or early tomorrow. Right now, I am going to have to take a nap.
Special thanks to the wonderful men and women of the NYPD. They did a great job under difficult circumstances, and helped keep us safe. They did do the expedient thing in kicking PW out of the march, but I don't blame them for that. It was very scary. I talked to Rob, our Iraq vet and combat medic about what he thought about our infiltration. He told me he had never been more scared in his life.
And I was certainly scared. But I would (and will do) it again.
Freedom of speech is for everyone.

http://blindpig.blogs.com/outside_the_perimeter/2004/08/pw_in_ny.html

Standing there we had all the geniuses of western civilization assaulting us. First came the guy who just walked our line with a big middle finger in our faces and a pained grimace. I think he then came the shover. See him in the lovely video here. I responded with a peace sign v for victory).
then came the shover. We have a nice instructive video here with links to mirrors. Tell the motherfucking world. He got right up on me screaming , feeling real tough since we outnumbered them 15-250,000. He shoved me while another tried to headlock mere and steal my sign. it is all visible on the video. The same guy later grabbed our flag and nearly stared a ffoot chase to get it back. And yes, some fiftysomething year old woman tried to wrestle my sign from me, but frankly, granola diets and age seem to wreck the same hell with their muscles as it does with their brains. I asked he if she was trying to censor me, she told me "of course".

and what was so upsetting about my sign?
"end the occupation from Iraq to Palestine*"

"*does not include Lebanon, Tibet, Hong Kong, or anywhere else under communist or Islamic subjugation. They need to stop bitching"

you can only hate that if you support occupation. Guess she was just an imperialist pig

speaking of thought control, this came coutresy of our lovely ACLU

http://forum.protestwarrior.com/viewtopic.php?t=31718&start=75

read it and tremble.

2004-08-25T23:09:00.000-04:00

People NOte quite often the little problems with west virginia. sometimes it gets a little public. yet the first person i ever met from west virginia looked like popeye with a neck crook and walked like the beast from X-men. he is a marine now, but he didn't have an easy time getting there. every stereotype came to mind. reminding me once again that they arent invented out of thin air.

2004-08-25T23:04:00.000-04:00

now this is going to be longer post when i am done with it, but i am being infected wiotha conspiracy theory. i am starting to believe that john kerry is some sort of planted agent of a foreign hostile power. specifically vietnam. now the veitnam candidated doesnt sound enough like the manchurian candidate, so i am gonna try the indo chinain (really it should be indochinese, but shut the fuck up and go away) candidate.

follow this for one story
http://www.captainsquartersblog.com/mt/archives/002325.php

2004-08-19T01:39:00.000-04:00

It's been one year since Idi Amin died, and nobody much misses him. His enemies went before him, but only parts of them. Tastes great less filling.

2004-08-14T21:54:00.000-04:00

This past friday I went with 6 female poolies (enlisted folk in the delayed entry program) to see a female drill instructor. This event involved all female poolies from Recruiting Station New York. I was there to photograph, volunteering partially because I love to watch drill intructors in action, and partially because I just have a thing for female drill instructors.

The entire group got yelled at for a while, marched on line and otherwise pushed around in boot camp style (get on line right now heel to toe 54321 okay we wanna move slow! get one arms distance right now4321 still moving slow get heel to toe right now!) got a brief taste of the good life and then a long brief from several female staff sergeants about life as a female in the Marine Corps. Finally the head of New York Recruiting, Major Dill, gave a speech about the Corps. I have a particular respect for this man, a Major, formerly infanty, for one particular reason: he set the physical standards for shipping to boot camp far higher than the minimum that actually stands aboard Parris Island.

Unfortunatly, we ran an IST (initial strength test) after that, and I found out how far away from those standards New York girls are. We went outside and hit the pull up bars. Now females don't do pull ups. Gender norming requires a bent arm hang for 70 seconds for a perfect score the count ending when your arms hit a dead hang. At least one of my girls, still technically a civilian, couldn't do it at all. The rest probably didnt get over 40 or 50 seconds. Now before you start asking where my Fred-Reed-esque rant on gender norming begins, I should point out that the corps recently raised the female marine PFT (physical fitness test) run from a distance of 1.5 miles to 3 miles, the same as males.

after crunches, which i was to busy photographing to count, we headed to the park for a mile and a half run. i decided already to do the run with them, in boots and UTes (utilities, sans blouse). i had originally intended to stay in the back and set a pace for the slower of my own poolies, since i assumed that all of them would be good to go for a mile and a half, and have no problem coming in close to the time of 14 minutes. god was i wrong.

immediately after the start i was off like arocket, despite my encubering footwear and uniform, nearing the front with the srpinters, even while singing cadence with a recruiter. next thing I know there is a huge gap between myself and anyone i know. instead of going back and finding them, i presse don ahead and finished in under 13 minutes. in second place. one of my girls took 20 minutes and the others came in around the 16 minute mark. which means that tommorow we will be running round the world and then some.

2004-08-10T22:39:00.000-04:00

I saw COLLATERAL today and was blown away. Aside from the complex action sequences (especially the nightclub, which was unlike any I had ever seen) there was a real human story underneath. I can't get over how much emotion you invest into Tom Cruise's character. He feels like a real person, someone you might get to know and like.

2004-08-01T19:27:00.000-04:00

This is significant. Farm subsidies are on the way out. Remember, the ONLY FAIR TRADE IS FREE TRADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2004-07-28T08:21:00.000-04:00

One in a while a wonderful peice comes along with gall and wit. and this wonderful little graffic. check out that smile! reminds me of me

2004-07-22T06:02:00.000-04:00

Jet lag is crushing me stupid. I sit down at 7 and suddenly find myself naked and thrashing at about 5 in the morning. it is a thirteen hour difference from here in new York to Tokyo where my brain still resides.

a surprising number of stereotypes were crushed on this trip. One is that whole insane social grouping trope with the Japanese, which would have them crowding together into groups on subway platforms and such. Around camp Fuji with its steep elevation and rough hills, we had many many Japanese nationals in marathon gear training and jogging for hours around those hills. Competitive spirit runs strong through a fair number of people in a very individualistic sense. Most interesting, but off topic was that a large number of those runners seemed to be in their 60's or late 50's. Tough old bastards.

Secondly we didn't see the kind of public grouping pictured in sociological texts such as random strangers grouping together on mostly empty subway platforms unheeded.

what I did see which seemed particularly Japanese:
1) kimonos publicly. With the wooden togs and hair buns. Mostly on women over the age of 40

2) sailor moons: every schoolgirl looked like an extra from the latest technical rape hentai

3)store girts in costumes. Bright orange comic book superheroine costumes. Skin tight, form fitting bright orange comic book superheroine costumes. (I'll stop with that now).

4)mildly hardcore pornography is sold over the counter everywhere. Not that i was looking for any, or saw any, or purchased any, or imported back to the states any.

5) English slogans have that wonderful Japanese feeling to them. Example the slogan on blackblack chewing gum : high technical excellent taste and flavor!

2004-07-10T17:31:00.001-04:00

just because i am stuck in a camp doesn't mean i dont read. check this old essay i found about radical marxisim and islamism's roots

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/573060/posts

2004-07-09T17:32:00.000-04:00

Japan: land of sun, typhoons, and yakisoba. in less than a week i have had all of that. i also managed to train on full day, which of course ment sitting on my pack for hours at a range waiting for ammo to arrive. at least i got to throw three times as many grenades as i have in my entire marine corps career. . . for a total of four. after the second throw , a comm marine threw a dud, which nescesitated hiding in the pit for an hour as if i was under fire, waitingfor EOD to arrive. I wonmder if it had something to do with the fact that he was english. more later . .. .

2004-06-30T20:50:00.000-04:00

running running running.
posts are way overdue
so an attempt at travelogue.

drove down to little creek va. in a mitsubishi eclipse spider, belonging to nerdy communications (s-6/ 06) sgt (e-5) reyes. or his wife. but the man carries a good collection of metal cd's and getss all my simpsons references. and we got top do top down.
driving across the border bridge to delaware reveals a strip of three kind of stores: porno, tattos and guns. all of which seem to be owned by someone named bob. i wanna move there

one dicovery about naval women. most enlisted naval women are fat, and about a third are pregnant. . . AND FAT!!!

the officers are a different story. probably due to thiose marione drill instructors.

2004-06-17T20:06:00.000-04:00

I am in norfolk viginia taking a computer course and spending a disgusting amount of time pounding weights and doping on creatine. fourtunately i have a px that sells all that drungs at a really cheap price. since i wont be writing much. have a good one for now

2004-06-05T22:57:00.000-04:00

Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!
I typically note that people who hate a politician will praise him posthumously, remembering his strong points, which they usually lambasted when he was alive. And now I find myself doing it too.
Those of you who know me know I abhor Reagan for his various domestic policies. Frankly with all Republican presidents in my lifetime I have the same tact:agreeing with the foreign policy, albeit wishing it were more vehement, and hating their domestic policy. This is as supposed to the democratic president (and candidates) with whom I hated their foreign policy and hated their domestic policy. Any time I discuss Fourth amendment rights I first mention that clinton's horrific assaults on the fourth amendment and due process at Waco and ruby ridge and the whole host of others, were not possible without reagan's destruction of the concept of Posse comitatus due to his unqualified claim that the war on drugs was a clear and present danger to our country. (frankly the real use of military force against drug producers was only realistically visualized by tom clancy, who most assume is very right wing, in his book clear and present danger. He assumes that it would probably clusterfuck badly and screw our foreign policy over horribly.)
frankly through withoutm Reagan I think their is a huge possibility that the cold war would still be on, or at least ending closer to the end of last decade, and an even higher possibility of nuclear war having ended. Frankly I think half the threat of that had died with brezhnev, but the remaining danger was still unacceptable. Frankly the fact that the world still exists is more than likely the triumph of Ronald Reagan.

2004-05-30T18:45:00.000-04:00

This memorial dayFOR THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE . .. .
PRAY FOR THEM!

2004-05-24T23:13:00.000-04:00

This is more than timely. i keep thinking of the propaganda adds in starcraft's cut scenmes, after the terran confederacy falls and that "hero" becomes emperor. the games will probably reach this point soon enough.

2004-05-22T21:40:00.000-04:00

There was no wedding party. I am sure that the media will be swift in its airing of the truth.

2004-05-18T22:22:00.000-04:00

As the Berlin Wall came down and the Deustch Democratishe Republik (Democratic Republic of Germany) ceased to exist, a riot erupted and former communist subjects assaulted the STASI headquarters. This riot coincided with a careful infiltration of the building by Russian and Stasi agents, who purloined a large percentage of valuable intelligence files, preventing the west from discovering the Baader Meinhoff members and Soviet moles among them. Many historians believe that the riot itself was preplanned by the Stasi so they could cover their pilfering.
12 years later, Baghdad fell into the hands of the Western World. National news outlets chastised the president for putting guards at the Iraqi oil ministries, and not at the cultural landmarks. To this day people accuse the US of being complacent in the looting of the museum, even though the looting turned out to be a fraud, and the same officials who were on TV chastising the US were the ones with the relics and antiquities in their basement. (I would like to note that the cultural landmarks, according to the laws of war are off limits, and unlike people can't be buried without notice after an improvised slaughter. Therefore, they generally are respected even by fighting forces known to leave mass graves behind them) It turns out that the ministry held over 7,500 files dealing with who Saddam was trading. It was the single largest information haul outside of the military ministries.
several points about this
1) Since the whole oil for food scandal blew, we know that dozens of countries, and hundreds of companies, had an interest in stopping the US from revealing their corruption. The United Nations had the bloodiest hands, with Kofi Annan's son Kojo being one of the recipients of of Saddam's largesse.

2) The United nations provided some of the fiercest condemnation not just of the failure to protect the museum, but of the protection of the oil ministries.

so I have a feeling that a lot of the outrage dealing those American actions were manufactured and press managed. It is just speculation, but it is more than a little likely that this wouldn't have gotten a tenth of the attention if the Galloways of the world didn't have their necks on the chopping block.

2004-05-16T22:24:00.000-04:00

So far the most complete refutation of the British prisoners photos. Unlike the rape photos below these were diliberately and effectively staged for the exact purpose they are being used. libel! libel I say. now to find the people who actually made them . . .

2004-05-16T21:16:00.000-04:00

The Marines have co-opted the supposedly anti war film FULL METAL JACKET. It tend to pervade every trope of Marine life. I don't know what came first, the movie or the tropes. Is it an imitation of life, or did the movie set the tone of the corps?

Similar to the movie, and even more to Stephen Hunter's stunning novel Hot Springs, I continue on the tradition of giving mean nicknames to the would-be marines who train in my office.

Some of my favorites
Poolie Girly-Man: This poolie, age 18, is a computer nerd (to the level of "c:/DOS/run" t-shirts) who ironically enough is also steroidally pumped, most notably his bursting neck muscles. One day I grabbed him, a rather small Indian girl, and medium sized Spanish girl, and proceeded to attempt a fireteam pushup. That consists of each of us lying in a square pattern so that out legs and feet are upon the next person's upper back. Therefore when we push up, each person has to lift the other person's lower body. He wasn't ready, and while a 4'11 girl was lift my 160 pound self, he couldn't lift that same little girl who could carry my weight. :ike the end of every excel saga episode, that day's experiment was . . . A . . . Failure.
Since I knew he was game, for the first time in my days as a recruiters aide, I actually quarterdecked a poolie like it was bootcamp. I made him do pushups for 20 minutes, with the following cadence
Down: I
Up: am a bitch
When he tired I made him run in place full speed and do side straddle hops (jumping jacks) till I felt he had enough rest, then back to pushups. The nickname stuck until one day after his usual iron pumping I had him show off and knock out 14 dead hang pullups on the bar. Since then he has the far more flattering nickname: Poolie MACHINE!!!

Poolie Belcher: a extremely petite Chinese girl, with one of those faces that makes everyone assume she is Korean. Despite the fact that she is underweight and probably will be force fed double rations in boot camp, under my tutelage and constant tyranous mothering she has developed a nice sheath of muscle tone and can knock out pushups like a pro. Now despite her extremely demure appearance, she is known to act a little bit crude. The name is just her trade mark sound. Oddly enough she got to chose her own nickname. A knock to conventions, but it beats out my nickname, poolie Burp.

2004-05-15T22:38:00.000-04:00

There is one thing we could do to make the iraq situation worse. We could bring in the UN.
Simply put, their record is less than stunning.

2004-05-14T14:03:00.000-04:00

Some people don't understand the difference between conventional wisdom and fact. People assume it is a fact that Saddam had no contact with Al Qaida and that they hate each other. Yet the links keep popping up. Most mothball is answer Al Islam, which is clearly linked to Al Qaida and which was funded and trained by Saddam. The same people who repeat the assumetion that Saddam is not linked to Al Qaida strangely (and probably unknowingly) refer to Ansar and its head as Al Qaida ubiquitously.
but the previously accused links that were disproven apparently aren't so certainly false.

"how do you know it was disproven"
"that's what I heard"
"from where?"
"don't remember"

2004-05-13T21:34:00.000-04:00

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Weblog traffic on my favorite political sites tripled as people vainly searched for information about Nicholas Berg, decapitated by the head of Ansar al Islam. The American media is too busy obsessing over the embarrassment of terrorism suspect prisoners in a segregated prison section for the violent suspects. Some seem to think that American Media is afraid to show graphic material, due to a prudishness of the audience (who don't seem to mind wads of bare Iraqi man-ass!). But this conceit was proven false yesterday by the Boston Globe, when they showed the photo above, of a press conference by some senile city councilman and a black racialist speaker trying to accuse the entirety of American servicemen of gang rape in Iraq. Typical of the idiocy of racialists, the pictures there not just were originally from a gang bang porno site, but had actually been proven to be frauds well over week before this little press conference(link, link). Compare the picture above with these from the porn web site (note this isn't family or work friendly!!!) with the one above.
now some obvious fraudulencies, besides the absence of any weapons that are recognizable as American.
1) commies: not just aren't they the current woodland cammies of any service, and not just are they likely not even American in origin, but they are woodlands, instead of deserts. No one in Iraq is wearing woodlands for this war. NO ONE!
2) helmets. There are two types of helmets I have seen on Americans. The first type is the standard whermacht style kevlar, and the other are special forces type motorcycle style helmets. The ones in the porno probably came out of a sporting goods store, and for all I can tell are probably just football helmets of the right color.
3)Cammie paint: No infanty soldier would wear cammie paint that barely covers there face. One has to cover every bit of exposed flesh or it is worthless. And non-infantry soldiers wouldn't be wearing cammie paint. In fact I have yet to see a single American service man with his face painted in any photograph of the Iraq war.
4)Porno telltales: there are sheets and other padding to prevent the girl from hurting her knees and back, which is unusually thoughtful for some mad war crazed sexual predators. Plus the body posture of the men and their positions are clearly not there for their own pleasure and comfort, but for photographic composition.

Now the photos being distributed by the committee for the defense of Saddam Hussein were blurred strategically to avoid showing the actual XXX action. These were uncensored. Which brings several possibilities
1)The councilman and friends, including the Nation of Islam kleagle who passed the photos, were in cahoots with the people who started the fraud, and knowingly or unknowingly passed them on, meaning that they are in bed with some really bad people (although nation of Islam is pretty bad itself), and are gladly willing to do their bidding.
2) They actually took the photos from Iraqi Babes or some other porno, and actively collected and printed them. This would be the simplest explanation, but would also mean that they were actually creating, or at least knowingly perpetrating a massively libelous fraud. Which means these people are ethically bankrupt cold blooded and immoral frauds.
3) They merely posted what they saw and didn't even try and investigate what they saw. Since the photos were so screamingly false, this means that they are either beyond ignorant and too lazy to do the most basic fact checking, or that they are so blinded by their ideology as to be willing to believe anything as long as it makes America look bad.
which is hardly a new thing.
And the Washington post will publish this, But not show us what happens to Jewish civilians in Iraq. And it isn't a sign of bias.

Update: more views of the photos (yes, i am a filthy filthy boy) show some more obvious fradulencies.
5) white t-shirts. every military service in the western world mandates either brown, green, or in rare occasions black t-shirts (skivy shirts in the Corps) worn under a set of cammie utilities. white t-shirts are like a target painted on your chest.
6) shoes: not just arent they wearing any recognizably military footwear, some of the shots show Sneakers!!!!!!!!!!!! see the repeated no one but no one exhortations above.
7)hair: while in wartime conditions hair personel might grow out their hair, that would only be in extreme conditions and they wouldn't likely be clean shaven.

2004-05-08T22:04:00.000-04:00

Improve your word power.

2004-05-06T23:35:00.000-04:00

as i was writing up an article for opinions i came across the etymology of the word gunsel, which i was using instead of gunmen, in regards to hamas members in Gaza. Seems that not just does it come from a yidish word, ganzel, it also means CATAMITE. which means that i am saying that hamas likes to assfuck little boys. which lead me to a site for the gunsel's dictionary. which lead me here. this is the sort of thing i have looked for for years. beauty beauty, how mine eyes searched for thee in vain when you were right in front of my face!
As matters have it i am hitting a yuengling black and tan ale as we speak. it is my first beer since passover started. how i survived I dont know.
I seriously need to have a bender. two more weeks of school.

2004-05-06T23:31:00.000-04:00

a music review out of the knight news
Mindless Self Indulgence
I notice three weird coincidences when I see Mindless Self Indulgence. Each of the three times I have seen them I have written up exceptionally entertaining and well worded reviews. Each time these reviews were never published, and more than half the times I go to see them I have some sort of injury that makes my entering into the mosh-pit suicidally stupid. Which just makes me pray that I finally get one through.

MSI sent out the notice through their underground channels, letting only glitterati like myself know about this show (I am your better, Kneel before me!), which was billed under the title JAMES IS A GIRL. With them another band that I zealot after, Boston's the Dresden Dolls.

Now Dresden Dolls is a continent away in terms of genres from MSI. Just to put them in perspective compared to psycho punk techno rap band MSI, I saw them the first time at the costume ball of a nerd convention! The keyboard based songwriting is heavily theatrical, and really really really goth.

The Dolls set was too short, but besides playing my favorite songs, "coin operated boy", and girl anachronism, they did a stunning, absolutely unexpected cover of Black Sabbath's War pigs, which was shocking without guitar. Apparently that song is so hard-wired into me that I can recognize it just from 4 drum beats.

Mindless was typically chaotic, having in the crowd unusually big individuals looking to hurt people, and myself in a finger splint with a massivly deep cut on my right hand. As always the crowd were gutter-punked little children with pornographic slogans written on clothing and flesh. Little Jimmy Urine, lead singer, was progressively stripped naked by the horny fans, and repeatedly attempted to masturbate onto the crowd. ("damn it, it doesn't work if youa re all looking! Turn around!) but their was a dampner on the fun due to the tinyness of the venue. Frankly seeing them in in Bowery Ballroom, and having them crowd surf out of the venue on my back before playing in the street is something way cooler than what could ever have occurred in these little holes. But in the end at least he was covered in splooge and other nasty bodily fluids. Next time I'll see them in irving plaza.

2004-04-29T23:06:00.000-04:00

I saw the Dresden Dolls and Mindless Self Indulgence last night. This is the 4th time I have seen mindless self indulgence, and the third time I have seen Dresden Dolls, despite only knowing them for three months. Now I have a review that is coming soon enough. But I notice that every time I write a review of Mindless Self Indulgence it seems to never get printed in the paper. which brings up this time: I wrote it up in a single sitting in the paper's computer lab, only to discover that the internet was down and I couldn't send It home or to the editor. So I left it there and tonight I emailed the editor. To discover that he stepped down. So I contacted the new editor, and discovered that he still doesn't know layout . . . "Sorry Peskowitz, can't promise it in this week". I honestly think there is a curse. 3 reviews unprinted, going on four. Plus this is the second time I went to a show with such a severe injury that I needed some sort of medical aid to wear. Last time I had an inflamed tendon, and sling, and this time I have a giant cut in my hand that necessitated a splint. Damn Jimmy Urine and his splooge covered cronies. Tearing my body apart.

2004-04-27T22:24:00.000-04:00

Another QC Knight News Original writen under a pseudonym.
HANDS OFF MY PORN
John Ashcroft is trying to put his hands down my pants. And not in a good way. Or maybe he has his hands down his own pants, and is just trying to fit men like me with chastity belts. These are the questions you face when you are writing an article on the sexual tendencies of the last two Attorneys General. You need more Pepto-Bismol than cold showers.

I wouldn't have even thought of this if it weren't for the fact that John Ashcroft has decided that will all the pressing issues, from big labor corruption, to hostile foreign powers giving oil bribes to anti-war officials, to massively rich democratic presidential candidates who veto anti-genocide legislation so their cousins can get billion dollar contracts from the totalitarian government of Vietnam, that the pressing issue is people pulling their pud too much. Ashcroft has gone to hire Bruce Taylor, the man who persecuted Larry Flint, and put 32 investigators to "combat growing Lawlessness". Taylor is a major member of something called the natural Law center for children and families, whose name is so saccharine and wholesome I wouldn't go within 100 yards of it without armed backup.

Except this is an industry which is busy trying to figure out health care plans, due to recent unionization. And which has insanely strict rules for age check and STD testing. The industry which gives millions to charities openly and unabashedly, and if nothing else than from fear, is known to keep stricter books than the most obsessive compulsive accountant.

Now at the risk of having the entire paper looking at me funny, getting the silent treatment from my parents, and scaring off more than one woman I am trying to court, I need to say that I Love pornography. (on second thought, I'm adding a pseudonym). Forget about why. Suffice it to say that practically every other male I know will admit to the same thing in confidence, and more than a few women too. They just prefer story lines on theirs. For those who won't admit it, search their computers and find the real truth. And like action movies, not just do I doubt that they hurt anyone, but believe they help a lot of people. And not just in the tissue and hand lotion industries.

But if the problem is masturbation and its related vices, what could be more masturbatory than a religious crusade on the public dole. Here is a man who doesn't dance or even drink coffee, so any psychologist would put him down as being a power fetishist. But the position attracts these people. Frankly I still think he's better than Janet Reno, a bloodthirsty pyromaniac who's perversions included having the FBI stomp CNN reporters, shoving mp-5 muzzles in the faces of cute little Cuban boys, and nerve gassing angelic little black girls till their spines broke in half from convulsions, all why talking about saving the children . . . . (sorry sorry, every time I write about Reno I need to spend several hours alone in my room sharpening my knifes). Either way, the office gets used so someone can (figuratively) ejaculate all over the American public and the constitution. First the war on drugs, then Reno's war on gun ownership, religion, Cuban-Americans, prepubescent Texans, people who liked to live on mountaintop, and the forth amendment. Now not just does Ashcroft oversee the patriot act (really your senators fault, but ill leave that for another day) but he has decided to try and stop us from taking such a basic and private part of our life into our own hands (literally)!
And people wonder why I think federal law enforcement are nothing but violent bullies. They have gone past the point of vicious, past the point of crazy, and into the realm of self parodying stupidity. Because (good news) he isn't even going about in an effective manner. Take for example the recent FCC debacle over Janet Jackson's nipple. There we had the laws (called here regulations) being written not by the lawmakers, but by a faceless unaccountable bureaucracy, thereby ruining all the progress toward full frontal nudity we've made. Now if you want Statism that is the way to go. Instead Ashcroft is trying to bring obscenity trials in court, which hasn't worked in twenty years. Which means that he is going to be wasting millions of dollars in his mad crusade. Which makes me wonder if we should be angry about wasting our money, or just glad that they are doing it in the most incompetent manner. But they say money is the best aphrodisiac, and that's what you need at his age when you wanna engage in a great big jerk off.

2004-04-17T20:42:00.000-04:00

Iraqi weapons or parts therein in europe

2004-04-17T20:37:00.000-04:00

Kerry: postions may change without notice

2004-04-17T20:31:00.000-04:00

AL queda tries chemical attack

2004-04-08T22:24:00.000-04:00

THis was originally publisher for the QC Knight News.
Time for a little game I call Begging the question. The rules are simple. I produce some incriminating quotes, and you have to decide who should be red faced about it. Fact is that these quotes aren't very hard to guess. But that is sort of the point. Because So many people repeat lies which these would puncture in a second.

1)Which US politico made this accusation:
"(W)e need to disarm Saddam Hussein. He is a brutal, murderous dictator, leading an oppressive regime. We all know the litany of his offenses. He presents a particularly grievous threat because he is so consistently prone to miscalculation. . . That is why the world, through the United Nations Security Council, has spoken with one voice, demanding that Iraq disclose its weapons programs and disarm. So the threat of Saddam Hussein with weapons of mass destruction is real, but it is not new. It has been with us since the end of the Persian Gulf War." Jan 23, 2003
was it
a)President George Bush
b)Republican strategist Karl Rove
c)Vice-President Dick Cheney
d)Senator John Kerry

2)who said
Iraq's search for weapons of mass destruction has proven impossible to completely deter and we should assume that it will continue for as long as Saddam is in power."
a)President Bush
b)Right wing talk show host Bob Grant
c)Newt Gingrich
d)former Vice president Al Gore
3)What about:
"The threat of Saddam Hussein with weapons of mass destruction is real, but as I said, it is not new. It has been with us since the end of that war, and particularly in the last 4 years we know after Operation Desert Fox failed to force him to re-accept them, that he has continued to build those weapons. He has had a free hand for 4 years to reconstitute these weapons, allowing the world, during the interval, to lose the focus we had on weapons of mass destruction and the issue of proliferation."
a)George Bush
b)Sec.State. Colin Powell
c)SecDef Donald Rumsfeld
d)Sen. John Kerry
The Smart ones of you can see where this is going. But I digress
Round two
try this one on

"Saddam is a strong Leader, the sort of leader the Iraqi people need"
a)Syrian Dictator Bashir Asad
b)Palestinian Dictator Yassir Arafat
c)Libyan Dictator Momar Quaddafi
d)UNITED FOR PEACE AND JUSTICE head Ramsey Clark

And my personal favorite
"when the revolutionary communist party takes over, it will be necessary to shoot anyone who doesn't agree with us"
A)Russian Communist chairman Joseph Stalin
b) Chinese "Great Helmsman" Mao Tse-tung
C) DemKampucheaampuchia Leader Pol-Pot
D) International A.N.S.W.E.R. Spokesperson C. Clark Kissinger

For those who lack any talent for the obvious, the ubiquitous answer is d. Of Course now a majority of the democrats who have decided that the war is a bad idea are trying claim that the entire war was brought about by Bush. Their doublespeak is textbook Orwell. Oceania doesn't want war with Iraq. Oceania has never wanted war with Iraq. And the opposition movement lead by an employee of Saddam, and run by people who supported every genocide from Joseph Stalin to President Gonzalo, yet have the gall to call themselves a peace movement. And as always people delude themselves into siding with them, in order to feel on the side of progressivism and justice, as if those words had any meaning. But this isn't 1984, and the texts cannot be erased, the words cannot be stricken from the record. In this game, the truth is the only prize.
a postscript: there is a late entry: this quote i found sitting around in this week's New York Times.
Which historical figure when asked what would happen to someone who protested his regime, responded "Hombre, he is sentenced to 20 years in prison".

A) Mexican Meglomaniac
Antonio Lopez De Santa Anna
B) Peruvian Authoritarian
Albert Fujimori
C) Spanish Fascist
Fransisco Franco
D) Professor gerrasi's old
drinking buddy Fidel Castro

take a wild guess . . .

2004-04-07T21:48:00.000-04:00

Now here is a little bit of dogrel I wrote deep into my cups. . .err. . . deep into my reihngolds at some poetry slam last thursday. Please be kind
it is untitled (so suggest one!)

you came around in '56
baldie called krushyev had a problem to fix
he wanted some killing in a place we can pronounce
you were just hateful enough to pounce

speed on up to '89

and unnamed man vs. the mechanized

he had no politics he had no cause
he just couldn't take your slaughtouruous escape clause

it was one man against a dozen war machines
while your heroes were slaughtering 10000 teens

all he got was a tokerev to the brain
your heroes left him an ugly stain

if you're so anticapitalist
why did you bill his family for the hit?

7.62 right to the head
you jacked up the price
while he just bled

you kept the children under iron fists
when they said no more you said terrorist

there's a pipeline in your back filled with oil and blood

the blood of the Muslim at sebrinka
the blood of the catholic at Havana
the blood of the monk at Tibet
the blood of the student at tianamen
the blood of the baby in the paper shredder in Baghdad

it is on your hands

Take a wild guess who this is referring to.

2004-03-31T12:34:00.000-05:00

Spartan

David Mamet Likes to play his cards close to the chest. It is no wonder that he constantly casts professional card shark and confidence scheme historian Rick Jay in his movies. His plots are so tortuously twisty that they overtake us as quietly as “an ant pissing on cotton”.
The other fame of Mamet is his dialogue, consisting of absurdly clipped bits like the one above from “heist” (which I quoted on these pages many a moon ago). The specifics of it depend on the film, usually tuned to fit the particular profession at hand. At hand here are both the Marine Corps, and the United States secret Service. This is a political thriller, with a little bit of action thrown in. That gives me the excuse to fall back on my favorite conceit as a reviewer, the one sentence plot. In this case it is three words, “where is the girl!” repeated by every member of the cast at least once. Until my editor throws a Shit-fit that is all you’re getting out of me. As for whom the girl is, I left enough hints above. If you still cant get it, tough luck. I am not here to pander to your pathetic insecurities.
The cast does not have Rick Jay. It does have Val Kilmer, as a Marine (possibly a Master Guns,) who handles dirty tricks and associated matter for the Man. He is aided by fresh and dewy recruit Derek Luke (Antwone Fisher) and Tia Texada, who unlike all the clichéd “Hot Killing Machine Military Chicks Who Come Straight Out Of Sports Illustrated” looks so realistically military that I mistook her for a lance corporal I knew. They are stuck in the unenviable position of having to find the answer to that terminal question.
Now the style even more spare, shot in plain sets with clear tight photography and natural color. Kilmer, as the titular “worker bee” Is so cold and distanced (or maybe as a method actor he is really as dull as they say) that his readings sound robot freaky. Now the bizarreness of this might grate, but that is because your taste isn’t as refined as mine.
Now the issue of writing this is avoiding telling all the surprises, but still giving you an impression of the goodies their-in Shootouts are realistic, and in one specific instance involving a head shot, so shattering an unexpected that I stood up in my seat. And through it all the visual velocity moves so fast and is directed with such authority and conviction, that an absurd plot becomes believable. And as a special bonus for all NO MA’AM Fans, Ed O’Neil appears as a bureaucrat from hell.

2004-03-26T00:27:00.000-05:00

A running cadence I am working on that I need new verses to
remember, they start and end on the left foot.
Momma momma cant you see,
what the corps has done to me
Uncle Sam Was mean to me
put me in this green machine
put me in a barbers chair
spun me around and I had no hair
Gave me a rifle , gave me a pack
spat in my face, said your never going back
momma (repeat)
used to drive a Cadillac
now I hump and Alice pack
Used to plow a teenage queen
now I spoon an m-16
momma (repeat)
raised on up by momma green
made her lil killing machines
a 249 and a heart made made of stone.
tracers on target to make me feel fine.
An AT-4 and a soul full of hate
a tool of death that is my fate.

Molle molle is a dirty slut
aint met a devil dog she wouldn't fuck.
she look nice and curve , she looked cute and round
but her fat ass will drag you to the ground
youm think you cna have a relationship
but her clinggy ways make her a bitch
gimme gimme Alice
sweet old Alice
pretty old Alice
she's the one for me
faithful old Alice
she's the one for me
now I feel like dirty hack
sing candence bout a motherfucking pack

2004-03-23T11:01:00.000-05:00

I don't really see uber-blue blood rich boy John Kerry as America's second black president. But as the first French President . . .

2004-03-22T22:18:00.000-05:00

Having been disappeared from a computer for 3 months cold turkey(due to Marine Recruit Training), and than 2 more months(Infantry Training Battalion) of barely touching it, suddenly long term writing is no longer as easy as it once was. Which makes me ask, is writing a perishable skill? Does it fade without practice?

2004-03-22T10:23:00.000-05:00

The Genocidal Maoists from ANSWER and UPJ ran a march in New York and San Fransisco. The regular supporters of world revolution, Arab imperialism, and Genocide. But there were some counterprotesters. Both ProtestWarrior and the Freeper Peeps went and stood up for what is right. I Notice that it was held on a Saturday, probably to prevent any religious Jewish counterproductive. And of course San Francisco took the signs to a level beyond hateful and into actively supporting murder.
Next time, travel well armed.

2004-03-17T21:22:00.000-05:00

A Marine Corps Story
I volunteer twice a week as a recruiters aid for First District Recruiting, at a substation on Main Street, Flushing. I enjoy the work, and I really enjoy the company, hanging out with a pair squared away Staff Sergeants. It keeps me in shape and on track.
We get cops popping in, school kids,worried mothers, an occasional Korean immigrant who was in the ROK Marines. Now the office has an official female stalker. The woman is eastern European, probably a little Russian, of indeterminate age (my guess is 30-35) and built like Roseanne Barr. She talks softly and apparently has a pink fetish. She will enter the office and stay for as long as she can waiting for One of the Staff Sergeants.
Two stories I have heard: Once she sat in the office for two hours until the fourteen year old young marine locked up, after which she decided to stand in the hallways for a while longer just in case the Staff Sergeant would come in.
It is said that the first time she came in she was asking to find out if she could get a marine for her boyfriend. Staff sergeant immediately fell back to his "I am Married" defense, something that a Marine never ever says except as an escape route. So instead he gave the lard ball succubus the other Staff Sergeant recruiter's name, cell phone, and home phone number. Which leads me to believe there is a violent edge to their friendly competitiveness.
Now this time she came in while I was here and S.SGT was out. This time she came back a second time, while I was in the back room working some poolies out. Stalking (or stomping if you wish to be uncharitable) back there, she was asking about S.SGT, who had come in and left. The big fear was that she would find him right out the back in the parking lot. I tried my best to ignore her. I went to the back room and began to do military presses with the Poolies (poolies being those who have enlisted and not yet shipped). And she continued to stalk. Asking loudly where one of the staff sergeants where, she managed to pull a reply out of one of the poolies. When she left I had no choice but to smoke that poolie for 15 minutes till he was a sweating twitching wreck. And the whole time he didn't even understand what he did wrong.

2004-03-15T11:51:00.000-05:00

SILENCE OF THE SHEEP Pt 1
Right now violence is going down in Syria. The newest estimates are two hundred and fifty dead. Western media calls it a soccer riot. Major newspapers report perhaps 14-25 deaths. Meanwhile actual photos from the area show civilians shooting it out in the streets with Assad's jackboots. Nothing major will happen from this, I predict, but it is still heartening to see that when all else has failed, they can still vote from the rooftops. Even if it is 30 something years overdue. In a more perfect world, that would just mean more interest accrued.

2004-03-15T10:07:00.000-05:00

The Prime Minister Elect of Spain is surrendering without firing a shot. One of his first public statements about his personal beliefs was that he holds to the biblical dictum of "thou shalt not kill" . Naturally one wonders how they intend to actually fight not just International Islamist terror, but their own minority separatist movement in the Basque regions. To quote the philosopher, "What are we supposed to use? Harsh language?"
Now there are two possibilities. One which is likely is that he is just trying to calm the people who in a disturbing take on the blame-the-victim paradigm, have given moral credence to the attack, saying it was the fault of their own foreign policy. That would be simple pragmatism. Unfortunately, also as likely, is that the honorable MR. Zapatero actually believes in what he preaches, and will begin to turn the other cheek in all foreign policy issues. This may mean the death of far more Spaniards. God have mercy

2004-03-15T00:10:00.000-05:00

For all those carnivorous and human supremacist out there, today is the second annual "International Eat An Animal for PETA Day". Make sure to enjoy those succulent ribs as you rejoice in your biological status as the most intelligent, and therefore highest order, predator on the food chain. And while you are at it, why don't you annoy some terrorists in the bargain.
send some flame emails telling about the joys of a natural omnivorous diet to the assholes at PETA.
mailto:info@peta.org
mailto:info@petauk.org
two words of warning:
First of all most of the members of PETA are vegans, and the result of that unnatural and inhuman diet is severe psychosis from a lack of B complex vitamins, which usually leads to extreme violent tendencies. Second they fund the two most violent domestic terrorist groups in the U.S., the Earth liberation Front, and the Animal Liberation Front.
Therefore I would recommend against using your normal e-mail address.
I intend to have a tunafish breakfast, followed by a pair of kabobs for lunch. Dinner will likely be leftover beef roast from Sabbath, with lots of hot cherrie peppers for flavor.

2004-03-14T21:15:00.000-05:00

By the time you read this, Gary Yourofsky will probably have come and gone from the Queens campus. The PETA spokesman was here to proselytize for veganism as part of his tour of US campuses.
Now those who have been here long enough to remember the last time I wrote my opinions column know I am the resident misanthrope of the school, and this visit leaves me particularly vengeful. Not specifically because of the presence of PETA. Instead its the particular awfulness of the posters put up, which hagiographize MR. Yourofsky in the most preachy manner short of actually calling him the second coming of Jesus Christ (or at least the Beatles).
The money quote talked about him being famed for “random acts of kindness and compassion”. It is a hilarious case of verbal masturbation, Kafkaesque in its hypocrisy. A note before I go on. My theory is that most of you who would probably go to Yourofsky’s lecture are not radical animal rights activists, and probably would be downright shocked if they knew what PETA and Yourofsky really stand for. I think that likely even applies to the people who asked him to come to QC. So this article isn’t aimed at people who hate the animal rights movement (which would just be preaching to the converted) or people who support the quixotic and paradoxical belief that animals are our moral superiors. It is aimed at those of you who may sympathize with better treatment of animals, but still eat meat and wear leather.
According to PETA, all of you are guilty of genocide. For you see, PETA’s Stated Goals are the complete elimination of any animal products and use by humans. Which means not just eliminating all consumption of animal products, and the wearing of leather. It means eliminating pets, which they consider, without irony or hyperbole, to be slaves, and stopping all animal research. Now aside from making humans drop in the food chain from our natural place as top predator (something I find morally reprehensible, but many of you probably wouldn’t care about), this would also ground to a halt all medical research except what is done on humans. They justify this by deliberately spreading a myth that the technology exists to replicate experiment protocols using computer simulations. Yet no reputable scientist accepts these simulations as anything but a far off pipe dream. Therefore the consequences of PETA getting its way would be millions of unnecessary deaths and illnesses.
But the real issue isn’t there beliefs, but the fact that they have been publicly monetarily supporting a Guerilla war in the continental United States and abroad. PETA has given in the six figures to the Animal Liberation Front and Earth Liberation Front, and donated even more to paying the defense funds of various ALF/ELF thugs who get caught. They even went so far as to hire(here too) one of the most violent, Rodney Corrinado, a repeat research lab fire bomber, and send him to universities to teach workshops on how to commit arson. The ALF and ELF together have engaged in ax handle beatings, stalkings, near fatal mail-bombs, hundreds of firebombings, break-ins, and thefts, and sundry other acts of intimidation against those who dare produce the food we eat and the medical treatments that save our lives. In the words of Bruce Friedrich, PETA’s Vegan co-coordinator: “I think it would be a great thing if all of these fast-food outlets, and these slaughterhouses, and these laboratories, and the banks that fund them exploded tomorrow.”
SO what is Gary’s Criminal Record? It includes multiple vandalism and trespassing charges, an assault charge, and a major destruction of property charge stemming from his leading an ALF raid on a family owned mink farm. He served 90 days, still owes close to 100,000 to the owners, and killed 500 minks (probably saying he had to destroy the animals to save them). While he tends to cover it up for photo ops, he has an ALF tattoo on his arm.
For those of you who would already fit into my “converted category”, there are things you can do to help stop self-righteous thugs like Gary. Currently there is a petition going around to try and get rid of PETA’s tax exempt status. You can get to it at consumer freedom online. OR you can go the guerrilla route. Last year one Pissed off web-logger declared march 15th EAT AN ANIMAL FOR PETA DAY. Carry on this proud tradition. Give in to nature and embrace your inner carnivore. Then write a nice detailed letter to PETA, letting them know just how good it was. Include the gory details. Because as humans, ribs are our right.

2004-03-14T20:56:00.001-05:00

Welcome to my brand new blog. introductions are in order.
My name is Azriel Peskowitz. I am 22 years old, a religious jew, a senior in Queens College, and a Lance Corporal in the United States Marine Corps. I have been a fairly prolific writer for my school paper. Two years ago I started to keep a rarely updated online diary on dairyland.com. Thanks to that whole hulabaloo called the "Blogolution" or whatever, I decided to update to a better format. So I have just posted some of my better works from the old site. Now comes any works of fiction, opinion, thought or yada-yada to espouse my views yadda yadda. You have seen it before, so let the writing speak for itself.

2004-03-14T20:56:00.000-05:00

2004-02-19 - 10:21 a.m.

COMMUNIST OVERLORDS NATIONALIZED MY THOUGHTS. PLEASE GIVE!

Apparently the reds stole one of my pithy otaku pins as well. It used to say that the voices in my head told me to stay home and clean the guns. But if the communists liberated my brain meats, than how could the voices still be there?

I actually stole, (or was inspired by) the first sentence from this week's episode of the Simpsons, with Homer's panhandling sign, COPS STOLE MY BRAIN, PLEASE HELP, and was working on altering it to suit my nefarious ends for the entirety of the night during a ska punk show, when the utter perfection of this combination of verbiage forced me to flee the venue for fear of losing other thoughts to the mortal imperfection of memory. I couldnt bear it. Everything was piling up into my mind like jumbled letters on a melting Dali-cized computer screen.

On the train the ink I write in is an absurd pink ink which is an unintentionally musical rhyme.

2004-03-14T20:55:00.000-05:00

2004-02-19 - 10:20 a.m.

GOD FORBID

Better Days

Century Media

***1/2

MONSTROSITY

Rise to Power

Conquest Music

*1/2

GOREROTTED

Only Tools and Corpses

Metal blade

***1/2

What you can tell from an album cover . . . Death metal has been the traditional home of cheesy album art, getting worse as the bands try and get more poseurishly extreme. The lazy bastards have internalized it to the point that you can actually judge an album by its cover. Maybe it's just a coincidence, but three in a row makes that unlikely. It isn't jus the tone of the music, but the quality.

In the boy we suck category We Have monstrosity, an unintentional pun of a title. The cover is a goats head illustration with an even more pathetic genre staple engraved atop. Yes it's a pentagram. Yes that is cutting edge and dangerous . . . in 1982! "aren't we cool, and transgressive. We might piss off a fundamentalist Christian who doesn't even listen to this kind of music". (now that's sarcasm!). They are Bill Hicks' classical bad musicians: "ball-less, Soulless suckers of Satan's cock, each and every one of them". And predictably the music is boring, oh so technically proficient stupidity, mindless grah grah grah vocals. Generic pointless musical androgyny.

Gorerotted seems predictable enough from the title, but then you notice the art, which is a montage of over-bloodied Rob Zombie style gonzo shock art, interplacing chainsaws and gristle for the usual bug eyed stripper demons. This isn't the usual Cannibal Corpse rippoff, who thinks that Jeffery Dahmer is cool. These guys think Jefery dahmer is funny. Which is why they name their songs 'hacked in the back, dumped in a sack', 'masticated by the spasticated', and my favorite, 'village people of the damned'. The best on the disk is 'can't fit her limbs in the freezer', which if there are just gods in the universe, will become the modern version of Guns 'n Roses' 'I Used to love her'. Now the guitar is standard sludgy riffs, but the vocals are less the usual gore metal growl than soccer yob punk style drunken hollering. You almost expect someone to start hooting oi oi oi.

Then there is New Jersey's God Forbid, Trying that arty Swedish metal thing. That generally means that you can actually hear the guitar riffs because they aren't strangled by the distortion. Seems this sort has a bad reputation, with some of my friends calling the famous swedish bands like In Flames 'happy metal'. With Better Days we have gothified photography of a grave in winter, snowblinded, to prevent that horrible saturation of black common to the wanna been depressive bands. Its pretty stunning. And the album is great. Interesting, even melodic music, long gleefully intricate solos. And the singer sings. Which to fans of the last two bands, would be blasphemy. The only complaint is that this is an EP, and we still have months to wait till their full length Gone Forever arrives.

2004-03-14T20:53:00.000-05:00

It has been oh so long since my last addition, it is almost like the creative juicies have calicified inside my head. this time two beers sit heavily, and my bladder is full. time has fled, and but two months remain before i am shiped off to South Carolina. It seems so strange that it is so near. my right hand remains a webwork of scabs. I need to stop hitting things. In this day and age my fists itch perpetually. They are so beautiful in their way.

The though that has been going through my mind lately is that the whole enlistment is a slow suicide attempt.

i keep making staements that i want to end up as not a killer, but a corpse. the ego says that it is the way o the samourai, the willingness to give up your life in pursuit of victory. but the concious part of me cries that i hate all japanese culture. why would i adapt the least practical and most hatefull of their atributes, the soulless and thoughtless fascisim?

2004-03-14T20:52:00.000-05:00

Tears of the Sun
Azriel Peskowitz
Kngiht News Movie reviews

I find Edmund Burke tiring. He was a genius, but his most smarmy and anoyingly goody-goody quote seems to be his only legacy on the western world. And of course everyone seems to be citing it these days. So of course Antoine Fuqua (Training Day) has to put it at the end of this smarmy manipulative flick, as if the point hadn’t been rotary-hammered into our craniums over the last two hours, he has to burn into our eyes the line “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing”. But I gave up on Hollywood ever having a subtle, intelligent, and meaningful message in their films a long time ago. After all, this is the town that thinks a gun advertisement like the Lethal Weapon series makes good anti-gun propaganda.

The morality play begins with Navy SEAL Bruce Willis, the oldest lieutenant in the navy, and his team heading into Nigeria to evacuate a Missionary doctor in the face of approaching massacre-happy rebel troops. The doctor (gratuitously foxy Monica Belluci) refuses to get on the helicopter without her 40 refugee patients. So Willis makes the clichéd moral decision to send as many off in the choppers and haul the rest on foot over the border to Cameroon. Chasing them are about 400 rebel soldiers (the ad promised 5000, but the ad lied!) who are really determined to stop them. Skirmishes abound.

The bad is worse than the good in this movie, but the good needs some individualized attention, so lets get the bad out of the way. The film is manipulative like strings on a marionette, trying to make you cry every few minutes. Secondly they add in a plot twist in the middle that made the entire audience groan. And the ending is as syrupy as a maple forest. Plus the dialogue is so overbearing even the actors didn’t seem to like it.

That being said, the movie seemed dedicated to chronicling the ugly realities of the violence that is part and parcel of special forces operations. The best scene has the SEAL team clearing out a village in the middle of an ethnic cleansing. They stop, screw on their silencers, and crawl in, slowly going house to house. First lesson: silencers are still pretty loud! Second, when you shoot someone at close range, it isn’t pretty. Third, slitting throats requires that you get close enough to touch someone. This was the first movie that actually gave you the feeling that you would have to smell the other man’s flesh and spill his lifesblood on you. And of course, afterwards you’ll have to wipe the knife clean of gristle on someone’s pant leg. The weapons are all handed properly, and just like real life, actually run out of ammo, especially after 20 minutes of combat. And just because the bad guys are vicious butchers, doesn’t mean that they have to be portrayed as sissies in the face of armed opposition. And the good guys arm their charges, which is not just pragmatic, but provides an important pro-gun message.

Bruce Willis is a freaking crone, but under all the mud and graying stubble, he still handles the mankiller roll with aplomb. And he has the help of such oversized badasses as Cole Hauser and Eamonn Walker (Oz’s Karim Sayid). The movie despite all its faults moves with a methamphetamined freneticism. If you are willing to ignore the absurdist melodrama, the pace, and the brutal realism should hold you over.

2004-03-14T20:51:00.000-05:00

We're a Happy Family: A tribute to the Ramones

Various Artists

In the two years since Joey Ramone's death, their have been rumors, innuendos, delays, falsehoods, and even the death of Deedee, but only now does th CD appear. It was a labor of love, put together mostly through the effort of Rob Zombie, with some unusual collaborations. Their are some really good songs here, and some true pieces of S#*t. As tribute albums go, it is way better than most of the atrocities people have put out to prove their love of their heroes.

Besides Black Sabbath, the Ramones are easily the most important band of the last 30 years. Now we all know that the Ramones were the first Punk Band. But what does that really mean? It means that in a day when everyone else was playing overintelectualized, overtechnicalized, overlong music, they created retardedly simple 2 minute/ 3 chord songs using instruments they didn't seem to even know how to play. They essentially made music stupid. And if you don't understand why that makes them the greatest band on earth, than you are beyond hope. If there were any justice, you would be sentenced to live out your life listening to nothing but Styx, Foreigner and Yes.

To prove the wide ranging influence of the Ramones, only three of the fifteen bands here are Punk bands. And of course those are mostly some of the most puny songs on the album. But I would rather respectfully start with the best first. Of the goodies, standouts are the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Rancid, and Tom Waits. RHCP's cover of Havana Affair slows down the tempo but keeps the guitar riffs intact, a perfect balance of respect and innovation. Rancid (the sole worthwhile punk song) totally changes around the time signature and sound on Sheena is a punk rocker, while retaining the punk credentials. More decent songs include Zombie's party anthem version of Blitzkrieg Bop, Tom Wait's Bluegrass Return of Jackie and Judy, Metalica's aggressive and standoffish 53rd and 3rd and the pretender's soft and sweet Something To Believe In.

The total crap consists of the other punk songs. Green Day sounding too much like Green Day, and the Offspring sounding too much like the Ramones. But nothing can compare to Marilyn Manson;s boringly repetitive version of The KKK Took My Baby Away which sounds like every one of his boring songs.

Ramones purists might get offended by the presence of arena rockers KISS, but that is just piddling. And their are 30 pages of photos of Joey and CO. and a gut tickling essay by Stephen King on "what the Ramones mean to me".

2004-03-14T19:52:00.000-05:00

2003-03-18 - 9:07 a.m.

Op-ed’s used to be fun for me, but have slowly turned into a living hell. Deadlines, lack of creativity, and the constant sickening fear of repeating myself gnaw at my gut. I wonder how many of you could produce something interesting on a bi-weekly basis, like I am trying to do. My first article fell apart, when I realized an in depth analysis of the Israeli election was not just going to be too late and too long, but it was turning into a hate whitey rant against the effete ashkenazi classes of the country, loaded with constant accusations of mass kidnapping aimed at leftist saint Rabin. All I needed were numerous threatening references to the U.N. and I would be fit for a Unabomber style shack in Idaho somewhere, fulfilling numerous high school predictions, including my yearbook bio.

For my next topic I decided on critiquing both our own government and the anti-war movement’s overt lies, many of which seem to be accepted without even passing skepticism. I realized that this would mean an article too long to publish, which would probably just repeat a lot of the red baiting I had so much fun with last semester. Besides, there should be about 3 people in this country who should be shocked by the revelation that the government lies, all of whom are likely in an institution for the feebleminded.

In Iowa.

I can’t pretend I had any trust whatsoever for the other side, but they were way more blatant with the lies. When lefty talking heads like Michael Moore or Howard Zinn say “the government hasn’t presented any proof” at the same time that I am holding reports from both the American and British governments listing just how many thousands of gallons of ricin and tabun are missing, my blood starts to boil. I heard no statements of “the government reports are faulty because . . .” Everyone just pretended that there were no reports available for anyone to freely download off the Internet.

Now I do not think you all so naive as to try and convince you that if they had said that it would change my mind in the slightest. But getting lied to by people who I already dislike is not going to get them off my shit list. And what makes me really shocked is that I am the first person to even call them out on this lie.

Now because of the length limits, I am afraid this is going to have to be a rant article instead of some sort of orderly exposure of my grievances. But the government lies are easy enough to put out in short little batches. The loudest one isn’t technically a lie, but more like cheesy rhetoric. I speak of course about the yammering about bringing democracy to Iraq, which many seem to think is the reason the government is using to go in there. But this sort of talk is just the stuff governments say when they make any policy.

The most annoying claim through the whole shebang is that Iraq doesn’t pose a threat to America, because Saddam wouldn’t dare use WMD’s against Americans. Saddam has used chemical weapons against American troops. As I mentioned in a column last year, Gulf War Syndrome is a fact. 8000 dead Americans and 200,000 still ill are facts. But the anti’s have full right to make this claim, because our own benevolent federal government is the one denying that Saddam gassed us.

If that is the biggest lie from the government, the biggest lie from the anti-war crowd is the Oil. The ubiquitous slogan “no Blood for Oil” appears on the tee-shirts and the lips of the crowds on TV. Like all slogans, it cheerfully removes all the complexity and depth from a situation, replacing it with mantra-ism that purges the brain of doubt and thought. This particular slogan is a holdover from 12 years ago in the gulf war, a war which could have been argued to be mainly about oil. The standard tirade goes that since our president is an oil man, and Iraq has oil, therefore, prima facie our white president, (white used epithetically and ubiquitously, usually without a hint of self consciousness about the prejudice of the statement) can only be invading to nationalize the oil and fill his own coffers. It is just that simple. I had expected corresponding proof, like incriminating faux pas’ by administration member, or leaked company documents or something of that nature, but all my searching for any proof on any of the Socialist, Pacifist or similar websites (even the Nation didn’t seem to bother making up their usual un-footnoted b.s.) revealed nothing of substance. So all that is left is conspiracy theory. Now this one is false on two parts. The general should be obvious to anyone who has taken any elementary biology here at Queens College. The argument is a logical fallacy. As we were taught, any theory that because of its composition cannot be disproven, is unusable. This was a scientific law developed by Karl Popper, called Popper’s law. Nobel Prize winning economist/political scientist F. A. Hayek brought this law into the political and economic realm where it applies to this case.

Secondly, every economist who actually looked at the situation has said that grabbing Iraq’s oil fields and opening their contents to the world market would cause a drop in oil prices that would ruin the oil companies. This may hurt the brains of the socialists out there, who in my experience, almost to a man (or androgynous hairy armpitted woman), still think on a four year old level in economics (“mommy, why can’t the government just print more money and give it to all the poor persons?”), but the economics are simple enough to someone who’s brain hasn’t been pre-programmed. Demand for oil is a constant, which changes only marginally with more significant changes in price. So large increases in price are large increases in profit. A drop in price wouldn’t cause that large an increase in consumption. So the companies want the prices higher. All that oil in Iraq suddenly jumping on the market would bring down prices, which would suck for the so called evil corporations, but be a windfall for the average car owner. Higher level analyses have also found that this would require the companies to shut down production domestically, at great cost. No wonder all the oil companies’ stocks are dropping. And don’t forget that America doesn’t nationalize industrial property. What do they think this country is? Venezuela or Cuba? (Oh I forgot, they “benevolently liberated them for the good of the saintly masses!”)

But since everyone loves these conspiracy theories, I might as well pitch one too. It’s pretty wacky, but unlike the oil myth, there is at least circumstantial evidence for mine. I think the entire anti-war movement is being stage-managed by OPEC for the sole purpose of keeping oil prices high.

Precedent: such things have been done before, even though not to this scale. A series of anti-Starbucks protest in the late 90's turned out to have been organized by a marketing company hired by Ben and Jerry’s ice cream for the purpose of “increasing market share”.

Motive: protests keep the oil market edgy, driving up prices, and OPEC’s profits. A free and democratic Iraq would ensure a lean season for bin Saud and friends.

Other evidence: the protests have been largely organized by Maoist groups like the World Workers Party (under its front group A.N.S.W.E.R.) Or the Castroite headed United For Peace and Justice organization who have traditionally receive funding (after the Kremlin stopped paying out) from OPEC’s nastier parts, as well as such fun places as China and Cuba.

Now I know that might not add up, so here are a few other interesting facts so you can create YOUR very own conspiracy theory:

France, which people pretend has some sort of principle in staying out of the war, has landed a 70 billion dollar oil contract with Iraq. Of course if that wasn’t the case, then we all know that their real reason for staying out would be their inborn Gallic cowardice.

Germany’s foreign Minister Joshcka Fischer used to run a safehouse for Baader Meinhoff and Red army Faction Terrorists (excuse me, “progressive elements”) with an avowed hatred of the west. Further more German has basically built all of Iraq’s existing chemical and much of its biological weapons stock. And unlike America, who armed them with more conventional weapons, Iraq wasn’t at war with a country that invaded sovereign German territory and took 450 German citizens as hostages.

There are more, but I am trying my editor’s patience at this point/ No matter what kind of theory you come up with though, it’s still as valid as any of the popular ones.

Hate mail to violentcase@yahoo.com

2004-03-14T19:45:00.000-05:00

2002-10-29 - 1:03 a.m.

I realized that the left was the ultimate embodyment of human horror around age 14.

I figured out that government is slaughter at age 19.

Since then movie to a shack in Idaho with only my guns to keep me compay seems like a better and better idea every day.

You see, there once was a little boy, with the bad habit of questioning everything he saw.

Adults don't like boys with questions.

Since they don't have answers.

A little boy who asks to many questions is a threat ot their perceived superiority as grownups.

So they narcotized me on crank for kids.

I grew older, and the psychosis set in.

I started seeing lies everywhere.

creeping behind corners.

and peeking their little gremlin heads out to sneer at me.

so I started telling the truth.

it got to be a habit.

to hold nothing back.

I saw things that others never did.

because to see such things in this society makes you a paranoiac.

and right wing loony.

it is only okay to rag on the American government if you support systems and governments that are quantifiably worse.

to suggest that people should pay for their crimes is heresy in my town.

unless I spout such words as oppression and justice and revoluc'ion!!!.

any other sentiment I an I am some bible thumping, white sheet wearing reactionary.

in a world of the blind, the one eyed man would not lead.

he would be cast out and beaten.

we live in a country which slaughters its own people, ususally at the behest of, and with justification by, the same people who call for such empty words as "democracy".

pretending that it is the lack of democracy, instead of the cancerous growth of it,

that has choked out our liberty

they claim to prize liberty,

but they just want the liberty to shape the world how they see fit

2002-10-17 - 12:02 a.m.

I just got a wonderful idea

How about t-shirts with the face of Fulgencio Batista. If I could just find the perfect photo. He must be looking ahead with his head posed up. Just like Lenin. . . .

or Che!

Just the feeling of walking around with an image like that, and finding out just how many people actually recognize who he was.

Or of those, how many would realize the satire I was wearing?

Ah, the joy of knowing just how stupid the herd is.

But they do have a good taste in imagery.

Typically paranoiacs tend to see current events as actualizations of prophecy from the book of revelations. So what does it mean when I, a Jew who has never read the book, start to see the signs?

The mark of the beast is needed to buy and sell, as now sub-cutaneous microchip threaten to make creditcard payments a thing of the past. Thank the heavens I was born grey, lest I worry more and get that way naturally.

But I don't fear the weirdness. It is an old friend to me, one who has been stingy for paying call of late.2002-10-01 - 10:42 p.m.

my new policy for simchat torah is to teetotal. My shul made claims to similar sentiments. "they 18th amendment has not been repealed in this building" they announce. Comes the day and the rule holds as long as a Russian's sobriety promise.

Being sober, I sit in a coner and wait. Over and over again grey haired men, breath fetid with whiskey stumble over and ask me to dance. I recoil and try to melt into the bench. A vague smile comes to my lips as I realize a wonderful simile for my feelings of the situation. Like a lone boy at a catholic priest convention.

The odd thing about whiskey and Jews. We Jews, who are know to consume the finest vintages of Poland (yuck yuck yuck) and have similarly vulgar and tacky tastes, are bread to drink the most pretentious of smoky single malt scotchs and bourbons. Now if we could only have taste in our politics. . .
2002-07-14 - 6:38 p.m.

In my more paranoid moments, I think that some sort of invisible hand guides me in my choice of media, pushing me in an all to logical and methodical progression from book to CD, to book to movie. Thought to thought, rant to rant. Hate to hate.

The old cliche is that "it is never the same again". It's true. When you revel in it to the point that I have, when you absorb it like it was candy, it bonds with your system. Every synaps is rimmed with grey. Every breath is a jagged theft of bitter chemical, no matter how pure and free it may be for the rest of you.

A little secret, and I promise you all that this is one hundred percent true. No exaggeration. We all look at people and compare their faces to others we know. When I look at a woman and compare her face, more often then not I see the face of someone from a piece of smut I had seen. There are just so many faces. My best friend, my first girlfriend's sister, all of them have their own dopelganger, their own pornographic twin, sitting on my computer, waiting for my attention.

My existence has perpetually carried the strong sheen of unreality upon it, more from the destruction of my brain chemistry than from what I have exposed it to.

But I find myself now looking for that type of woman, that certain type. Bad skin, slack faces. Thin thin bodies. I guess I live in too square a world, or else I would start finding myself staring at needle tracks with open lust. Little junkie bodies, the type that supposedly went out of porn 20 years ago.

If you are a man, you are in for worse. Especially if I don't know you.

It must be some sort of biological drive, some sort of primitive mating adapting, designed to force me to drive off all the competition for partners. If I don't know you I want to drive you off. I want to hurt you. Not just give you a suckerpunch, hurt you for the purpose of just hurting you. No, I want to pick a fight and put you in to the ground. I want to grind your face slowly against the linoleum, watching the snot and tears from your face wipe against the floor. I want you to cry and slink away , barely able to hold in your own vomit, as your crawling away, gagging on the smell and taste of your own bile and refuse and gastric humors. I want to break every man I don't know. I want to embargos them, to castrate them, to rob them of any vestige of self worth, of self respect, of MANHOOD that they have.

If I know you, it is even worse. Not because of content, since my imagination just projects acts of non-original violence on your person. You all die cliched and trite deaths over and over again in my mind's eye. But unlike the above, it isn't even a conscious imagination. It is just images played out. With out any voluntary conscious action.

My subconscious wants to kill you. All the time.

"what it is all about: animal liberation, and the right to be a pig" -Lydia lunch

2002-07-04 - 12:36 a.m.

I have made my decision, to what the continuing purpose, the ultimate drive my life, should be. Much has lead up to this.

the upswing in support for kleptocratic socialism in my school helped. This had been combined with support by the antiwestern elite's decision that the new cause celbre should be the slaughter of my people, and the theft of our historical nation-state. Popular public support for the genocide of one's people never leaves one feeling Skippy.

Last wendsday when a close personal friend gave me a short play to read, as a lesson to me, that my inner thoughts were projecting to much. It was THE MISANTHROPE, by moliere.

I am beginning to think that I am acting up a role, a character parody of myself, as a performance to meet the expectations of my peers

Last week my brother brought me a piece of original art work by Neil Swaab, featuring his character, MR. WIGGLES asking me (by name) to touch his happy part. Looking into those wild eyes, set over his pop drop nutcracker toy soldier-esque cheeks, I thought of just how little the world has ever done for me.

It came to a head today, during one of THOSE moments. Some would call them an epiphany. Not accurate in my book. This was not divinely inspired, any more that the freakish cracking of sanity occurring to a heretic on the wheel. It is the sort of mindset only possible when conditions, due to chemical ingestion, extreme fatigue or absolutely powerful supernatural force are pummeling ones normal consciousness into surrender. 105 degrees in the shade might do it. But that wasn't enough. As I waited for the bus, burning my pasty eastern European skin and cauterizing it with the salt of my secretions, a truck pulled up with the words " packaged ice." it sat there through what must have been the longest red light I had ever seen. Out of one corner of the truck was a slow steady drip of ice water, that I could imagine sizzling as soon as it the tarmac.

I cracked.

enough of this

enough of you all

if you want me to play the roles you have designated for me, than fine.

I have decided to officially take on the title of misanthrope.

I shall strive to make the world a worse place than when I left it.

In the little time I have had to flesh this philosophy out, I have managed up a few rules.

To note other people's existence.: I have decided that a form of modified solipsism is just right for me. From now on, if I don't know you, You do not exist to me. I refuse to be bound by worries of your life. You only are real to me from the moment you enter my line of sight until the moment I forget you. You only matter to me once I know your name, and often not even then.

To follow through with this coda: no one has any right to me.

my time: my own

my Life: my own

My Money: my own

my airspace: my own

I do not owe you my friendship. I give it out only of my dwindling sense of altruism, and my biological imperative to be a social animal.

I do not owe you my attention, it is a gift to you.

Also on the agenda, as much conspicuous consumption as I feel like. If I buy it, It is mine, and I can do what ever the hell I want with it, no matter what it is. As cranberry says, "eat it, fuck it, or kill it"

I hereby declare that I shall continue to tell the truth, no matter whether you want to hear it.

the truth is one of the most destructive powers on earth. Tell a vegetarian exactly what happens to meat. Watch them turn green. One life made a little more miserable. My day fulfilled.

I already expect this to bring me great happiness. Failing that, I still have instant gratification.
22002-06-04 - 10:39 p.m.

I got home at 2 in the morning, the stink of other people's cigarettes clinging to my clothing like the rotten miasma of a corpse. The stench clung to my leather jacket, choking me as I left the fresh air and entered my basement. I snuck up the back stairs, feeling the soreness of my forearm, and the bitter ache of the bruises swelling on the insides of the digits of my left hand.

My present situation was a result of a night spent watching M. Gira perform solo at tonic. It all began then he sang "My Suicide". The pain of his voice entered the air, where I inhaled it into my own bloodstream, saturating my cells with torpor inducing self-hatred and loathing. As my blood caught fire, the demons in his music interceded into my conscious thought patterns, coloring my vision with a crimson haze. I gripped my left hand into a balled fist, and crushed it with as much force as I could muster. I fought for control, contrasting the pain of my splintering finger bones with the maddening cries coursing through my brain. Through it all he continued singing like some mad piper, captivating his slavish audience while sucking out their will. As the song progressed my fingers began to meld into my hand to become one solid brick-shaped mass of suppurating flesh. Minutes in, I didn't know if I would be able to open it on my own power. Staring at my hand I gathered my will to force myself to disengage the deathlocking grip of my mutating fist. The skin peeled apart, shredding itself as the bare white bones wiggled free. No blood came out, having been cut off by the pressure exerted by my hand. All the while Gira continued to chant his blasphemous invocations. I watched as the life forces of the audience flowed out of their bodies and condensed into thin streams, which flew upward toward the stage to be absorbed into the mouth of their master. Gira seemed to swell, gorging himself on the collective soul of his supplicants, like a leech sucking on a particularly juicy vein.

As the song ended the field of vertical bodies surrounding me began to call out from their macerated throats in a horrifying corpse growl: "more! more!". On stage Gira just smiled a wide thin smile, swallowing his lips into his mouth as if afraid of revealing the carnivorous incisors that surely hid behind them. He stood like some pagan idol, gaining succor from the prayers of admiration shouted by his supplicants.

When I walked out to leave he sat perched at a table by the entrance. I perveiwed the photograph I kept of him from last December, where the skin on his stick thin frame seemed to be sloughing off out of disgust toward the skeleton it hung upon. Then he was small, dessiccated grey and old. I realize now that he was drained from the strain of supporting his three demonic disciples. His little catamitic underlings had greedily stolen what ever sort of essence it was that he took from the audience. Now, seeing him at tonic, he had grown and expanded to fill the same dated '50s suit that had hung off him like a skeleton. No longer was he the decimated corpse I had seen. He looked strong and vital and powerful and youthful and. . . and. . . and. And Hulking. His skin was now smooth and pink, his body full and tall. Yet still he looked hungry. As I approached I hid my injured hand behind my back, smearing my blood against the acrylic paint image of a decapitated bunny that embossed my motorcycle jacket. Michael looked at me, crushing me with the force of the will that stood behind his eyes, beckoning me forward . I walked forward and took his proffered hand into my own. I felt his hand envelop mine, crushing it with an inhuman force. I felt my last vestiges of will dissolve as he took hold of my hand.

everything that was left inside me began to flee, as I became one of the dead that still shuffled out of the venue.

He looked up at me, right in my eyes, and smiled that same lipless smile. Wordlessly I handed him a thin black paperback embellished with the image of a long, gaunt-faced man and the words THE STARRY WISDOM. It was marked at the spot that I wanted. He made some motions in it with his marker, and left me to peruse the words. The letters screamed out to me in their capitalized bold print like the shrieks of a bedlamite entombed in my ear.

"I DON'T EXIST INDIVIDUALLY. I AM MADE OF MILLIONS OF LIVING CREATURES, EATING EACH OTHER, DECOMPOSING, EATING EACH OTHER. THERE IS A GELATINOUS POOL OF GREY SPERM BETWEEN MY LEGS IN THE BED. IF I LEAVE IT THERE IT WILL RISE UP IN AN INCONGRUOUS PARODY OF HUMAN AND ANIMAL SHAPES, SPROUTING FROM THE BED IN A NIGHTMARE CARTOON OF BIOLOGICAL POTENTIAL. I'LL BEGIN A DILIGENT PROGRAM OF MASTURBATION IN ORDER TO SPREAD THE GROWING TIDE OF DISEASE THAT IS BREEDING INSIDE ME OUTWARD INTO THE LIQUID WORLD." Signature and date follow.

Everything ends eventually, as all patterns hit their apex and then spiral away into oblivion. Ethical, moral, political, technical, we all know what happens in the end. Yet throughout human existence we deliberately ignore the fact that the biological must inevitably and invariably follow the same path. Everything ends eventually, as all patterns hit their apex and then spiral away into oblivion.

It is only a tremendous hubris on the part of our race that makes us believe otherwise, that allows us to rationalize the inevitable as the ravings of cranks and pulp hacks.
The truth our minds refuse to comprehend is that all living things must eventually fall prey either to nature or to time. Humanity is no different. And now our denouement seems ever closer, in what will certainly be a lingering decline, destined to end with a whimper. . . . .

(5/26/02-6/21/02)

002-05-24 - 12:40 a.m.

Henry Rollins said that the glory of depression is that it makes everything you do seem so meaningful.

School has ended, and the days grow longer. I rot in front of my television, watching videos grabbed haphazardly from the library on merit of the time they will parisiticaly absorb. Loneliness sets in, coupled with the fact that those who's time I would share are themselves still entangled in the tortuous path toward matriculation.

"Pete bondurant wants a woman, prior extortion experience suggested but not necessary"

I have yet to meet anyone suitable. An occasional pass from one or two, mostly Hispanic girls. Maybe it is just the ego anyways. It doesn't pay to dwell.

To pass the time, my brain has turned to altered states, propelling me to sneak up stairs in the dark. Sulking into my brothers room, through the cave-like stairwell up, countless. As I react to the sound of ice bounding in my mouth, I force the cube up against a cluster of nerves on my teat. I hold it there for nearly ten whole seconds, until the pain even overcame my reserves.

I reached the top in the mindset to spring and eviscerate all who might dare to stand in my path. The craving for blood and meat grew to lionine heights, preparing me for the inevitable slaughter

There was noone in the room

The feeling fades, recessed into the back of my mind for a later date's evolutionary regression.

2002-05-02 - 9:34 p.m.

in Vino Veritas

"I've been drinking and I've been thinking, and I think I'll drink some more"

A party tonight at the college green. Liquor abound. A laugh as the big man reemed out a Student for a free society member. It tires me to hear the lies that the oil market throws on the world in order to get the United states mind off the fact that they helped murder 3000 new Yorkers. They know that the U.S. will kill anyone involved. So they try and get our mind off of that by the existence of an invented nation called the Palestinian people.

The irony is immense. The Palestine liberation organizing existed longer than the Palestinian people. If you don't believe me than brinbg me a book dated before the 60's which mentions the Palestinians. Or anything before 1917 tht mentions Palestine.

a lie created in order to steal land from the true possessors of the holy land.

but part of me, the part of me that ascribes to the tenants of eugenics, the part of me that slows down at car crashes to watch the flames, that part admires it. With no historical evidence, the oil lobby has created an entire 3000 year old civilization ex-nihilio.

the lie

the pure unholy beauty of the lie

"now I've learned to love the lie

I love the poison it spreads

I love the weakness it engenders

I love the seeds of destruction it sows

and I love the judgment it brings" -Scorpion Wind

never forget

forgotten the 3000 years of Jewish civilization in chevron (hebron) that continued unabated until 1929, when the Arabs massacred the ancient sepharadic community of the town, and the English occupiers expelled my brethren from our homes.

in a week, a 3000 year old community was destroyed.

never forget.

Esau shall always hate Jacob.

2004-03-14T19:37:00.000-05:00

Original post date : 2002-02-06 - 12:46 a.m.

I look down at my fingers and see crusted blood. Trails of crimson and rust across my index finger unto the back of my hand. There is an X shaped slash of healing flesh on the knuckle of my middle finger, scabbing up from newly opened ends. I lick the blood, its faint coppery taste reawaking some minor reptilian instinct in the back of my mind, making me grind my teeth unnecessarily.

If all goes well, this will heal into a thin, mean scar, shaped like the southern cross.

Part of me wants to call it body modification. After all, people fill themselves with holes, write into their skins murmurs of sweet nothings that last longer than their intended's affections, or tear hair out by the root, in the name of beauty. Why not careful scaring?

But why in gods name would I have a need to do this to my self. To hole up in my room with a knife and tear open my own flesh?

I don't believe that I hate myself. Unlike any pathological cutters I have met (including one I dated for a year and a half), I am not dissociative. I accept masochistic tendencies as part of my nature, but that doesn't seem to be the honest answer to why. Is it poor impulse control, that buzzword gremlin my parents have spent years trying to convince themselves and me to blame, in order to justify force feeding me amphetamines for 9 years of my life? These actions are too deliberate, too provoked, too slow.

slow

slow

To cut, I need a serrated edge. Smooth blades just wont break the skin in my hands. I just run it over the knuckle, press down, and saw. I need to go back and forth at least three times to get it deep enough for my purposes. The teeth cut in, splitting the layers of skin neatly. All remains pristine for a brief moment, before the blood has a chance to enter the wound. I am always surprised at how much can flow at first. Sometimes I let it run down the back of my hand, past my wrist, tickling the thin hairs of my forearms. It is not warm or cold, it is just there. The bleeding stops after a minute, as the cappilaries constrict. If I leave the blood to sit, it congeals and takes on the viscosity of mucus. Coagulation. You can actually take the matter and stretch it between two fingers.

Only in this basement do I find this so clinically fascinating. It seems far more romantic and involving in retrospect than in action.

2002-02-10 - 1:25 a.m.

Why does the air ring when there is no other sound to fill it?

Why am I alone so much that I constantly hear it?

Last night I started and finished "Devil in a Blue Dress" by Walter Mosley.

Today I read through "the Last words of Dutch Shultz" by William s. Burroughs.

One was pointless, the other meaningless.

A much better prospect is "Dog Eat Dog" by Edward Bunker, another novel from the ex-con chronicles the lives of America's lost.

"look at the scoundrels. . . [they] are the salt of the earth. they are it's brine. . . We have to admit that the world that the planet produces them naturally, and without excessive effort. In spite of itself, the world could neither get rid of them, or perhaps do without them".

-Boyd Rice "as For the Fools"

In class this week Professor Bonomo posed the question of whether American culture was worthwhile anymore. I was the only one who raised his hand in assent.

No one remembers Jim Morrison. No one listens to the Swans. No one sees Walker Evens. No one hears Bill Hicks.

America has greater beauty in despair than any other nation in the world. We had a dream, we had a vision, and we didn't quite make it.

That kind of loss of pride cant be faked or bought. It is real, it is there. It is a hurt like no other. It is why I love this land so. Much.

Why doesn't anyone look at the beauty? Why can't anyone take the time to seek out that which is good? Why must all our media be fed to us?

It doesn't have to be this way. I've broken out and found what was there. You can too. All you have to do is open your eyes and look.

2002-02-11 - 10:36 a.m.

Last night I attended a four-hundred-dollar-a-plate fund raising dinner at the plaza hotel for Keren Or, as a free guest of my mother, who is an administrative assistant (read: secretary) at the organization. Both my brothers also came, since lots of warm bodies were needed to fill chairs.

While I love free food as much as any other person (and took this opportunity to fill two heaping plates of sushi and sashimi at the reception), and I don't mind being an anonymous and ignored face in the crowd (as I like to just melt into the walls and pass like a breeze), I cannot easily take sitdown formal dinners.

Sitting at a table in the darkly lit banquet hall, the air seems to thicken around me. It starts with an itch around the lower back, the type for which scratching does nothing. My movements become overexagerated and blocky, in concurrence to the self consciousness I feel. I am overaware of my surroundings. This overcaution breeds clumsiness, as I drop silverware and clank plates.

Always, I need to leave.

constantly.

repeatedly.

I have no shame about leaving in the middle of a speech or presentation.

it is either that or pulling so deeply into myself that I become unaware of my surroundings.

I walk out last night into the rain, standing their in my suit without benefit of raincoat or umbrella.

The water hit me, soaking through my clothes, cleansing me from the smell, from the presence of all those people.

it is like a layer of filth just sloughing off.

I felt it run down my head and across my spine, a cool thread slowly warming.

I never allow myself to flinch from rain. I force myself to stand straight and broad in the face of the storm, to brave the cold water and winds. It breeds contempt of all those who bow their heads in the face of mother nature's fury. I take what she can throw at me. At least when its warm I do.

At the same time I envy their ability to mingle, to have the others notice them as they stand. And more so, I envy their ability to sit still. How sad that at age twenty I cannot remain at a table for a half hour without needing to run away
2002-02-14 - 7:53 p.m.

My oldest brother had a guest over last night. My parents are away. Despite my position as youngest, I was given command of the household in their absence. This ought give you an impression of my parent's faith in my brothers' maturity. I am happy to report they gave me control of the money too.

His guest stayed in his room to watch videos. After my nightly dose of politically incorrect ended, I headed upstairs. My brother knew I was supposed to go up. I came up to the attic in my usual manner, noiselessly stalking up the stairs. I found him ontop of her. Cloth remained, but their was no mistaking the sentiment.

I stood their with my arms crossed, and watched them move apart with such inhumanly sudden speed that they reminded me more of insects leaping than people rolling over.

In keeping with my typical flair for drama, I stalked silently down to the basement, where I sat in the chair I sit now, stock still, with all lights off, and Jim goad's "lets Hear it for violence against women" playing on the speaker.

I am suffering from inner rage at my brother. Just for this incident I fume.

bad enough fooling around with a girl against house rules

bad enough that he does it on my watch.

but he flaunted it to my face, by doing it at a time when I was expected to come up. And by blasting music ensuring that he wouldn't hear anyone coming up. The fact that he didn't even take the basic precautions leaves me with no other possible conclusion than that he wanted to be discovered.

as I wrote this, I finished an auction on eBay and came out the proud owner of a double vinyl live album of the swans, including a mint condition rare poster.

$51

money I spend like water, money I cannot afford.

fixations are costly

so are addictions

"I worked hard all my life, money slips through my hands"- the Swans, FAILURE

2002-02-17 - 12:01 a.m.

Nutmeg

Nutmeg?

Nutmeg!!

I am Smiling, which is a first for an entry in here.

Maybe it is the change in typing venue, from my basement to my much cheerier attic.

or maybe it is because I am still out of my head.

normally I would just sneer at my own stupidity in a situation like this, but this time I find myself laughing.

I'm out of my head.

my head wrapped in a wet towel under a football helmet, inside a concrete block, that is in a centrifuge, that is being beaten by a gaggle of violent apes with slegehammers, in the eye of a nuclear blast.

it isn't that my head hurts, its just compressed.

And on fire.

I feel like packets of phosphorous, or gunpowder, are spontaneously flaring up in my skull, scorching and roasting n their.
it doesn't hurt, but it is about to explode.

my mouth is dry, my intestines in a knot. At least I am not hallucinating.

last night was the worst, with night sweats, shivers, bloats.

and I have cotton mouth that no amount of water will cure.

I drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink. Still I am dry. At least it goes somewhere.
it takes me more than a minute to pee now. I just keep going and going, like my body is a hose pumping out water.

it has been twenty-5 hours since I have taken any.

nutmeg

2002-02-25 - 9:38 p.m.

what a wonderful, fucked up bitching week. One of the greatest weeks ever.

much love for the week.

Parents went away before it started, headed off on a big bad bird to the holyland.

The house owned by the three stooges: Moe Larry and Azriel Peskowitz. Peace did reign on the Peskowitz household, despite all of our best efforts.

The first weekend I for no particular reason decided to imbibe three level teaspoons of nutmeg. The results are recorded in my last enty.

Since then I have managed to not sleep more than five hours a night. Instead I spend my time concerting or writing,

so much writing done this week.

Sunday night was a rave, the last night of the limelight.

Sveryone needs a swan song. mayhaps the night before, when the proper "Goth" night occurred, had served that function, but my night was a failure. At least I managed to glean the oral history of Peter Gaitins reign as the lord of new York dance from one of the bouncers, who was talking to a promoter from one of his other clubs.

later on Tuesday I had the pleasure of watching milemarker at brownies, lusting mightily after the ultracute Roby Newton, with her chemical blond hair, and her oh so sexy hairy armpits. Take me now sister!!!

A wonder of a band, and you should be ashamed of yourselves for missing them.

now smack yourselves in penance. Kowtow before chairman Mao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday was Static-x and Soulfly at Roseland

I walked off with a torn arm and some nifty buttons with Johnny thunder and Johnny the homicidal maniac on their faces.

Saturday night I managed Flux Information Sciences at tonic,

observing all the middleage peeps smoking that devil weed .

at the window looking in,

a man

goateed

suited

wearing a fedora

smoking a cigar

looking in

like Ben Kingsley in sexy beast

like Anton lavey

like Satan

staring in

calm

cautious

Hunting
calm

seeking

looking

for what?

why

I snapped him

on my buddy halperns camera

I will know if he is real

or a figment of my sloshy

drunken imagination

tonight is purim

I have imbibed

one beer

one 4% hard cider

two large gulps of arak

two large gulpes of 40% whiskey

one full type o negative shotglass of said whiskey, over and above the last comment.

hand are numb

mind is still in control, of thought if not body.

I cant help thinking what I will think when in read this in a clearer mindset come tomorrows handover

the bluesy sound of early black sabath assailes me, with a song called warning.about how wicked women are

two thing it seems necisary for a woman to love me

one they must be a goy, because no jewish woman finds me attractive

and two they must be over the age of 24

I am sure my fencing coach has it in for me

as for that cute old dominican girl in political sci, I think she just likes draging me around.

so numb

so numb

teeth are numb

hands are numb

I go night night

2002-03-03 - 3:13 p.m.

my eyes burn from tears just shed

watched DONNIE DARKO.

it Hurts me.

I am Alone

he is alone

I dont want to die alone.

I dont want to die alone.

I dont want to die alone.

I dont want to die alone.

death in June comes on: "come before christ and Murder love"

after that the DOors "the end"

god is laughing at me

two songs like that in a row out of 235 songs defeates all logical odds.

"can you picture what will be, so limitless and free. desprately in need of some stranger hand"- jim Morrison

after I wrote this up my ex-girlfriend immediately called up to brag about her new boyfriend. my best friend also found a man.

I don't lie about the timing

got hates me so much to put me throught this

2002-03-14 - 1:37 a.m.

a week of pain and fire, in extremes that put me at risk of burning out. if I go, I am sure that the blaze will be spectacular, but the ashes few.

in the last four days, I have been at three concerts.

MIndless self indulgence, bowery ballroom. sunday night. The appearence of every sexually deviant fourteen year old girl. every overtestosteroned punk that could afford the ticket. a proper night of fun, not the least hampered by a sling on my arm.

the basist accidentally sat on my face.

I think it is love

I am sure that in some cultures we would be considered married now.

last night, bad relifgion, with some more ska bands, yet I was so depressed by fatigue that it was like a hight schooln recital.

tonight an alchahol fueled rampage at the wwf nightclub, hosted by drowning pool. I ask if Mr. Williams, singer of drowning pool, has ever taken oratory classes. far above the bands musicall ability is his talent for working the crowd like a carnival barker.

as I am bound by that demonicly accursed concience of mine, I must tell my record of sustance abuse for tonight.

1 swallow arak (private stash)

1 Swallow Scotch (dad's stash)

1 6 ounce bottle champaign (chuged at the train station)

three shots of Jagermeister done at the bar

as with all proper drunks, my teeth are numb.

a ride home on mass transit. a door on the end of the car open. The crunching din of the tunnels. no one moves to close it. I fail to believe I was the only one who was bothered. but I was the only one who acted at all to shut it. perhaps an example of the KITTY GENOVESE effect in a more benign situation. no one was willing to take that little bit of responsibility on themselves. such a bovine world we live in.

if I can't be the wolf, at least I can be the herd dog.

it is still better than being the sheeple.

the lonlyness still hurts, but is aleviated somewhat by the presence of close friends, whom I grow nearer to due to my tim,e of need.

a female, older than me by a few years, lets me know in clear term that she is mine to have at whim, if I so desire, but I am forced to turn her down.

again I would like to say I did it for religios reasons, but fact is its is praticality.

"never eat at a place called mom's, never play cards with a man named doc, and never, never, no matter what else you do in your whole life, never sleep with anyone whose troubles are worse than your own. - Nelson Algren

thats the only kind of woman who wants me

2002-03-21 - 9:15 p.m.

In the midst of a punishing weekend spent in the icy confines of a hilton in upstate new york, wearing out the last shreds of stamina from my aching body in the non-stop bustle of a science-fiction fantasy convention. Having eschewed normal food and drink in order to live the entire weekend on rum, my head had begun to expand into a hidiously crustacean hydroencephalactic shape, while my body had proportionatly shrunk into the dimentions usually associated with needle drug use. As the rythmic pounding in my head increased, I took refuge in the pool room, sitting down to read selections from my sole purchase of the day, a tomb entitled "the Starry Wisdom". I closed my eyes and layed on the mattress of the beach chair, and inhaled deeply for the chemical air. The thick steamy moisture, the bloodwarm air, the amoniac semenal smell of the chlorine air, all missleading me to believe that I had returned to the womb. Buried deep in the reptillian memories of my brain were the memories of the only peacful time in my short life, before the horrors of conciousness and self-awarness drove me to madness. Awaking, I feel great agorophobic panic at my return to the wider world outside my mothers stomach. To try and center my spinning, reeling mind, I read outloud from the boldface capital words on the page in front of me: EXTRACTED FROM THE MOUTH OF THE CONSUMER: ROTTING PIG by MICHAEL GIRA. I let the words fondle my tounge over and over again, as if a mantra composed of the blashphemous sayings in front of me can some how call the center of my sanity back. The pounding in my head continues louder and louder, crushing away all conscious thought under its blistering rythm. . . .

My honest and sincere appoligies to Michael Gira, a great man who certainly has had enough horror in his life without having to know that this shitty imitation of his work is out for public consumption.

2004-03-14T19:29:00.000-05:00

Original write date: 2002-02-04 - 11:54 p.m.

The crippling madness of the last few days is slowly getting to me. First, Sunday's hellish introspection into the mob mentality of humans, as symbolized so wonderfully by the dual herds of cops and protesters bahing their respective bleats on the sidewalks of 14th st and 2nd ave. Than a long night of writing out an extended e-mail to my flock about the experiences.

Than school, which never improves my mood.

My capacity for self delusion has reached new heights with my decision to take a course load of 16 credits and three writing -intensive. I tell myself that I can change from the slothful procrastinator of the past. But my superego, that little gremlin of Freudian conditioning in the back of my mind, the one who ceaselessly tortures me with my unnatural need to be inhumanly honest, is laughing at me. He knows I can delude myself, but I cant delude him. Entropy is inevitable. That is the law of nature.

Today I listened to my new CD by DEATH IN JUNE.

"hellish!" it is entitled. "dedicated to those who fight in isolation".

Sometimes it is the isolation itself that is the greatest of foes. But that is the choice one makes when one decides to walk alone.