[click image]And this song has been running through my head for hours and hours and hours....
I was in the the middle of reading
this when it starting getting so strange here....
So, trying to pick up where I left off, I'm looking around, and
Larisa weighs in and
so does Marcy. I just can't get over this about Jane Harman, the very committed author of the "Homegrown Terrorism" thought crime bill that thankfully tanked in the Senate. I remember being so appalled that a Democrat would put out something that fascistic. I am pleased beyond naming that this is breaking now. It means that serious people have had it with the Israel Lobby, that some awful stuff is going to be, finally, impeded, maybe even torn down. Norman was right. They are going to fail.
We have to find our feet.
The right things need to happen. There can't be any more of this outright insane, infantile, prurient, sociopathic, disorienting non-functioning. Do you hear me?
And now I'm
over at Homie's listening to Naomi Klein talking about disaster capitalism, and thinking about the shocks that we all experience, even when we're not directly involved, the shock of knowing people are being tortured at the very moment we are shifting in our seats from the discomfort of being in one position too long, that fiends are out there instating rapist institutions as they murder and loot and scheme for astronomical profits out of the bankrupting of everyone, everything, and their no plan but hopping on a cruise liner to ride out the climate crisis, all of these terrible affronts to our sensibilities, our very humanity, coming in wave after wave after wave.
We never get our feet under us and there's more... and then even more... and more and more and more... and we all are out of our minds desperate for this new president to give us a rest, and by rest we mean relief after relief after relief from all these waves of shock that have left us regressed to toddlertude, yimmering maniacs yipping at each other incoherently over shit like "the sanctity of marriage" and "the beneficial effects of pot" and dangling flaccid tea bags as some simpering echo version of outrage supposedly doing duty as protest, as We're Mad as Hell and We're Not Going to Take It Anymore, with the despicable puerile dissemination of this stuff in the media trying to crack my skull with the impossible depths of lowbrow waving like Old Glory in the public square,
while people who haven't been allowed to sleep for a week are being smashed against walls.
Oh, oh, no wait, Obama called that off, right? Everywhere except Bagram, except it hasn't stopped, but, no, he called it off... just ask Rahm, right? But nobody's going to get prosecuted... unless, unless, unless we all get up on our hind legs and
MAKE him do it... so FDR-ish, ain't it... and some bought and sold old dolt is screaming about torturers having to ask the ACLU to do this torturing that they're not doing right now, only they are... as it's not even Obama's prerogative to decide, let alone state, whether criminals are prosecuted, or even to make an executive order against it because it's, goddammit,
ALREADY ILLEGAL and long since, just as his predecessor had not the prerogatives to decide what he decided and nobody, nobody, nobody stopped him.
We're too busy reeling from the sheer volume of ultimate offenses to our humanity, and can't seem to discern just how psychedelic all this really is. We're like burn victims being poked, or tilted pinball machines, smoking and impervious to our buttons being slammed from every direction. A global symphony of abject helplessness. Disgusting. Maybe that is why I respect Hamas and Hezbollah and certain others out there not well liked by Western "civilization" -- which is this massively incogitant wreckage flying in every direction -- because, because they are actually doing things to protect themselves and their brothers and sisters, fighting for decency and integrity against these horrific odds. How dare we look upon them as bad guys! Really. Where did we get the nerve?
And now I'm picturing beautiful dear Homie in her little place in Tehran, listening to Naomi and getting an idea about what is in store for Iran, courtesy this time of Obama's unwillingness to take a stand against it.
It's actually a wonder more of my days aren't this strange.
Maybe all my days should become this strange.
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THE NEXT DAY: I've got a logistical nightmare of getting my repaired car and packing and getting prescriptions at the right pharmacy and driving back to my parents' place today, and I'm still stranged out anyway, so, well, I don't know if I will be here posting anything until really late tonight, Tuesday, or tomorrow, Wednesday. It's just this big foggy and squirming blot of future not forming up in front of me....
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