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Aug 29

Probably Possible: A Simple Poem for a Big Problem

By Andrew Gavin Marshall, SpeakOut | Op-Ed

I would like to weave you a tale of modern humanity,

That great and wonderful monstrous calamity,

With its global institutionalization of insanity,

Aiming for maximization of profitability,

Control over everything, and everything as property,

War on the Natural world, and all of its majesty,

Creating an endless unnatural catastrophe...

"The moral arc of the universe is long, and it bends toward irony." Appearing in an article in The New Yorker written by Jelani Cobb titled "Obama, Surveillance, and the Legacy of the March on Washington," this clever turn of a potent phrase spoken by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. in 1967 has gained a lot of attention.
Aug 29

Journalism, the New Terrorism

By Dennis Trainor Jr, Acronym TV | Video

It has been said that it is no measure of health to be well adjusted in a profoundly sick society. And there is no war you can be awake and deny that we live in a profoundly sick society. So, are you well adjusted?

Under the Constitution, Congress is responsible for declaring war -- yet routinely it leaves the decision to the President. The terrible and widespread killing in Syria will become even more terrible and more widespread if the U.S. military (or a coalition of allies) launches an attack.

Aug 28

In Syria, Weapons of Mass Destruction Redux

By Lawrence Davidson, To the Point Analysis | News Analysis

If you ever doubted the erosion of popular democracy in the U.S., the next few weeks should set you straight. The simple fact is that the voting population is the main "constituency" of politicians only at election time. Right now it is reported that approximately 60% of that constituency does not want the U.S. to attack Syria. However, it is not election time. In the post-election period, the politician's real constituency becomes special interests, some of which are rich enough and influential enough to substitute their own parochial interests for the interests of the nation. There are a bunch of them which are now anxious for an attack on Syria.

Among the many fine remarks given by speakers at last Saturday's 50th Anniversary March on Washington, one in particular, we hope, might have caught President Obama's ear. In her brief tribute to the protesters and march organizers 50 years ago, Clayola Brown, president of the A. Philip Randolph Institute and first vice president of the Coalition of Black Trade Unionists, linked their demand for civil rights and economic justice in 1963 to the plight of two million low wage workers who today are being brazenly exploited by private companies that make billions of dollars in contracts, concessions and property leases from the federal government.

Aug 28

The Human Hill: A Scary Urban Legend

By Sergei Morozov, SpeakOut | Op-Ed

An ant hill is a complicated construction, in which an equally complicated colony lives. But who rules the ant hill? No one does. Ants have no consciousness. They are biological mechanisms programmed from birth. The program specifies an algorithm while the ant's body merely obeys this algorithm. Ants never learn. They are born with inherent abilities. These abilities were formed a long time before, and when born an ant acquires them as a heritage of bygone processes, as an instant of momentum. An ant executes a built-in program when carrying pieces of wood or food, or attacking an enemy in accordance with its instructions, but it is never conscious of building an ant hill.

An ant is a biological machine in which an inherited momentum program is built. To see how it is with humans, first assume that free will really exists (philosophers, by the way, have not proven it yet). Thereafter, it is possible to consider to what extent it does. Ants have no free will while humans seem to have it.

Naomi Klein's "Shock Doctrine" shows you exactly how the disaster capitalists are extracting the wealth out of our world. The book is five years old, but it continues to predict the future. This episode is a quick rundown of what it says.

Three conservation groups filed a lawsuit today against the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service and the National Marine Fisheries Service for approving a 50-year plan by Fruit Growers Supply Co. to accelerate logging of occupied spotted owl habitat and for granting "take permits" for endangered species on 150,000 acres of forest in Siskiyou County, Calif. The agencies approved a "habitat conservation plan" for Fruit Growers that continues a history of overharvesting, allowing the company to log thousands of acres in the next 10 years in exchange for promised future habitat improvements that are highly uncertain. Included in the plan is approval to "take," that is, harm or kill, more than 80 northern spotted owls that are protected by the Endangered Species Act.
"Fruit Growers' 50-year plan targets endangered species and the forests that sustain them in the first 10 years in exchange for 40 years of empty promises to do good after the habitat and the species are gone," said George Sexton, conversation director of the Klamath-Siskiyou Wildlands Center. "The plan fails rare species and is a big step backwards for healthy forests and rivers in Northern California."

Around the Lastarria neighborhood, downtown Santiago, Chile, you get a glimpse every once in a while of a tall, fat man in a skirt, pushing a shopping cart, a handkerchief tied round his head like its keeping his jaw from falling off. The shopping cart could have come from anywhere, or it's one of a series of shopping carts, probably from the Lider down the block.

He calls himself the Divino Anticristo (Divine Antichrist). Only a few people, some bookstore owners and waiters who work in the area, know his real name. They say he was a podiatrist before a vagabond. They say he was forced to check himself into an old, discontinued psych hospital around the age of 30 or so, and came out crazier then he went in. He writes poetry from time to time, and he'll sell you some of his verse, along with a pair of old tennis shoes, or a scratched up brass doorknob, or a small duster made of duck feathers. Whatever he's found in the dumpsters lining Merced Avenue or back alleyways.