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Posts by Glenn Overman:
- SOPA Opera. Where Do Your Members of Congress Stand on SOPA and PIPA?
- Insight: Top Justice officials connected to mortgage banks.
- How To Get Kids To Read? Give Them Banned Books.
- Opposites Don’t Attract (And That’s Bad News).
- Use tools running on M-Lab to test your Internet connection.
- Math formula may explain why serial killers kill.
- Writing Adrift in the World.
- Chart: Frequency of Alan Greenspan’s Laughter Predicted the Housing Bubble.
- The Andy Advantage.
- The State of the World in 2012.
- Jonathan Turley’s Latest Column.
- Tracking TV ads in the presidential campaign.
- The Evolved Self-Management System.
- On Race, Dog Whistles, and the Old Confederacy.
- Think Before Acting on Iran.
- Wikipedia to go dark for 24 hours to protest anti-piracy bill.
- Arby’s Now Charging $2.99 To Let Customers Go Behind Counter, Grab Handfuls Of Roast Beef.
- Wozniak likes his Android phone a lot.
- Inequality not on the agenda in US or Republic.
- End evil.
- President Romney Meets Other World Leaders.
- John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter.
- Iconic Photos.
- World Meets US.
- Propaganda Posters.
- South Carolina Top Blogs.
- SC’s DeMint wooed by GOP presidential hopefuls but stays on sidelines of primary contest.
- Fill out the Proust Questionnaire
- Lessons according to salt
- Reverse Robocall
- Correlation or Causation?
- More-Accurate Bath & Body Works Fragrance Names
- Why we give to charity
- Has Rick Perry Set U.S.-Solynda Relations Back 50 Years?
- Brokaw: ‘Greed and excess’ led to Great Recession
- Democracy is not a truth machine
- Sorry GOP but Jesus would side with ‘Occupy’ folks
- A Manifesto for Sustainable Capitalism
- Discrimination Swells – ‘German Society is Poisoned’
- The Truth Hurts–And Heals
- Jailbreak Rat: Selfless Rodents Spring Their Pals and Share Their Sweets
- Obamacare to the rescue
- Debunking Handbook
- The Devil’s Dictonary
- What Good Is Google+ If My Friends Don’t Use It?
- Detention Camp Order Follows Preparations For Civil Unrest
- Bureau of Public Secrets
- The Surveillance Catalog
- An Open Message to Police & Military
- Llstuler’s Blog
- Wall Street’s Failed 1934 Coup
- The Simpleton
- The Foul Reign of Emerson’s Self-Reliance
- Finally, a realistic portrayal of Wall Street
- Do Nice Guys Finish Last?
- Direct Subsidies Could Be Finished, but You’re Still Supporting Farmers
- Is Modern Capitalism Sustainable?
- Democracy in America
- Brilliant nonsense
- Rise Like Lions
- The Homeless Guy
- Thought Crime in Washington
- Audubon’s Birds of America
- Who will be heard in New York’s hydrofracking hearings?
- Link Machine Go
- Parallax View
- The Sideshow
- The White Rose Society
- The Unapologetic Mexican
Enter, If You Will
“She has never trod the boards or donned the greasepaint; nonetheless, her life is played out behind the masques of comedy and tragedy.
“Her performances are impromptu…her moods…ever changing. At times she sits limp and motionless, wearing a grotesque scowl of desperation for an eternity; then, abruptly, she becomes the face of mirth, gesticulating happily, speaking unintelligible lines to a cast of players she alone can see and hear. Often, she takes refuge within the impenetrable walls of her mind. She remains there for seemingly interminable periods; then abruptly bursts the bonds of silence to curse the God that consigned her to a living hell.
2 Middle Fingers Up
Johnny “Bo-Bo” Boehner and Barack “O-man” Obama have done it again, once more on a nationally extended prime time stage. At the behest of their Big Casino puppet masters they’ve created a melodrama more compelling than “The Real Houseboys of Capitol Hill”, more comic than “Gimme Some Honey, Bo-Bo” and more horrifying than “Saw This: The K Street Crimes.”
Back when Big Koch Productions first took over Potomac Pork it was not immediately clear that the creative model for future presentations would be World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE), but the theatrical styling and the White Hat/Black Hat faux conflict approach has bedazzled and enchanted the American public. As one wag put it: “The stupid just gets deeper and deeper.”
When I was a kid growing up in England, my Dad apprenticed me out to a farmer for a summer, within which I learned to herd and milk cows, hunt rabbits with ferrets, kill and dress a chicken and slop pigs, amongst other bucolic pastimes. The farmer had a prize pig, a huge sire, that carried the name “Sir Francis Bacon.” I was a bit young for the joke, but got it later–as was to become my style in many arenas.
On the farm I learned quite a bit about pigs and other large livestock, much of which I didn’t want to know, including the fact that even the “friendly” animals from Looney-Tunes could be dangerous. So I wasn’t much surprised the other day when I read about an Oregon farmer who was eaten by his pigs.
I’d like to be allowed to die, please.
Yes. I know. You’re supposed to want to live. But life is no longer rewarding, and not because I’m a lovesick teenager, and not because I don’t have good benefits, and not for any other normal reason that might cross your mind.
I’d like to die because I have a terminal disease and I’ve been in pain and have been suffering for three years now. I was a “cancer survivor” for 10 years, but it came back and I’m going to lose my title. I can’t lose it fast enough. But I was taught to trust doctors, and they keep telling me about the next thing.
Behind the Gates of Pretensia
I don’t like writing this. The Occupy movement could be the best thing for the American majority since we stood up and said “Enough” in the 1960s. And there’s been a lurking sense of shame ever since the mid 70s, when the generations that promised to change everything were seduced into hysterical consumerism and social selfishness on a broad and brutal scale. Perhaps the biggest fire sale of professed commitment in our history. So I’m glad to see some new widespread sense of ethical principle and solidarity.
But I’m afraid.
Free Market Politics
So, I’m reading an article on a blog where yet another Internet yowler (a category I cheerfully inhabit) is baffled by the Big Casino’s support of Herman Cain. Context: “But wait, isn’t the ‘right’ supposed to be racist?”I’ve never clapped eyes on Cain in real life, never had a conversation with him, know nothing about him except his propensity to trip over his tongue and champion methods of worsening the American condition. I have, however, met hundreds of men and women like him, successful, authoritative, educated without empathy or understanding, confident and amazed at the breadth and depth of their own ability. All oblivious to others and protected from the unfortunate by their own favored circumstance.
Our Southern Future
The Republican push to privatize Social Security is really only about one thing: giving control of the Social Security trust fund to the bankers.
They’ve already started taking big bites of the Medicaid funding. They’re working on the Medicare funding, too. No rocket science is required to figure it out.
“Privatize” after all, is Republican code for moving public assets into private hands. Public assets, you recall, are shared monies we give to the government to safeguard and use “to promote the general welfare”. Not the welfare of banks or corporations or rich individuals. The general welfare. Us.
Good Dawn, Supervisors and Guvernaters. Thanks for ordering me to this Screeneval for your consideration for promotion. My background coding is SectorOne 1969 (Old Calendar) City 27-3/O- 256k456c1021m112u NARR Modern.
I was trained as a writer –a “Worder” in modern terms– in the BadEra before the New American Republican Republic (NARR), and was successfully re-educated ten years ago, praise Sarah and Barbara. Unlike many who were writers and artists in the BadEra I was not placed in NARR’s Faith Medicine, Nutrition & Future Fossil Fuels program. Occasionally I get an eclip from someone who claims to have known me, but they’re mostly quiet now. There is no point in protesting a perfect society. Can you imagine a government telling you what to do?
With the current congressional stalemate and the upcoming election there are a lot of phrases and words being bandied about, which, while they look and sound familiar, often have entirely new meanings. To help you avoid confusion, and to help “promote the general welfare,” we offer this short guide to nuanced –and new– meaning.
Americans: white people above a certain economic standard who live in the United States; descended from white people of western European origin. Some African Americans, Arabs, Jews and Cubans are accepted as white people in public settings …
boehner: to unexpectedly cry at the increases in one’s net worth.
budget, budgeting: ensuring that the 12% of the populace controlling 88% of the nation’s wealth are not burdened with any of the costs of governing the society that contributed their wealth…
Unions have been falling from favor since before Ron Reagan, Screen Actors union president, became President of the United States, that big union nobody thinks of as a union. But that’s what it is, folks. Unionism is the fundamental concept of the American idea: the United States of America. We all hang together, or we all hang separately.
When most of us here in today’s South think “union” we get a mock heroic picture of Sally Fields standing on a table holding a hand-lettered sign. But “Union” was a dirty word in Dixie for over a century because of a guy named Sherman and his pals Lincoln, Grant et. al. Aside from the Dixiecrats, the Klan and the Baptists, there wasn’t much appetite for organizing. And in the land of the ignorant and the poor, any crumb of a job is a boon.
You may not know of the dark conspiracy abroad in the land, from the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans white with plastic and chemical foam. But surely you are feeling the consequences.
I have been to the heartland of America, I have talked to the Man in the street and the Woman in the supermarket. Brace yourself for a shock, for I will use some of the actual quotes that define the heart of the conspiracy as I tell you of it.
This is the gist: those who have worked to make their lives richer will have it all taken away to be given to someone “who has not worked but decided to download babies so they can get mo (sic) money, quit school, get on drugs, on & on ad nauseum.” You read correctly: the poor, disabled, uneducated and disenfranchised have organized to destroy our great nation and take the rightful earnings of everyone else. Those ingrates!
My America does not give up on her children, her poor, her hungry, her unemployed, her elderly.
My American defeated European Imperialism, fascism, nazism and Japanese imperialism; rebuilt the economies of Europe and Asia, including those of her enemies, following a terrible war that my America largely financed, and finished.
My America built the strongest, richest, most creative society in the modern world; established principles of social justice emulated in many countries. And while my America has not always been noble, she has always been proud. And responsible.
From tomorrow forward, we are going to run this government like a business. This will mean new accountability and responsibility at all levels. Here are the highlights:
Profitability will be the single most important measure of what we do. To that end, and in order to finance our ongoing endeavors, we will change our structure from a “tax and spend” model to an “invest and profit” model. Shares in our new government will go on sale shortly after this announcement at $100,000 a share …
To fully ensure profitability and return on investment, all government services will be provided on a pay-as-you-go basis. Our finest marketing minds are now working on pricing for these services, from roads to fire-rescue to schooling.
“The peasants are revolting,” my sister said to me, “only this time, they’re angry, as well.” As perfectly ironic a summation of the American mood as any I have heard.
We were having breakfast at the iHop on Frederick Boulevard in midtown Portsmouth, Virginia, my putative hometown and a harbinger of the ongoing decay-renewal-decay cycle that is seeping through the America located more than 5 miles from any gated community, despite the brave facings of the Realtor® and civic groups convinced that fresh paint and poor planning are fair substitutes for forward looking investment.
You know you’ve thought about it: running out of luck at last and being thrown out on your ear onto the mean streets. Foreclosure, bankruptcy, unemployment. The humiliating endgame you’ve dreaded and dodged your whole life. Exposed and homeless – at long, long last. It’s the ultimate American nightmare. Horatio Alger with a dark, nasty twist.
How much of a buffer do you have left in this merciless economy? Six months? Four? Or are you watching the red bar creep to DEFCON 1?
Suddenly you’re starring in the reality show about your biggest fear. There you are, pushing a liberated shopping cart, or dragging a bag filled with scavenged empties. Unwashed, bleary-eyed, raving to folk unseen. All the cliches. There you stand on the corner, not even trying to see through the whizzing window-tint to that life you once lived. Invisible. Damned to capitalism’s seventh hell. That’s the new you.
I can’t believe all you whining slackers out there sitting on your lumpy sofas complaining about not having a job. It’s the third millennium, people, wake up and get to work. Because I’m going to tell you exactly how you –yes even you– can get a 6 figure job with great benefits. And that’s just the beginning.
We’re talking top dog, king of the hill, big cheese. leader of the pack kinds of jobs. You won’t be doing grunt work like you have in the past. You’ll be a bona fide top executive with scads of plebes to kick around. Your house. Your rules. You can spend your days playing online games with FREE HIGH SPEED INTERNET while those people you used to work for do all the heavy lifting.
Here they come, lined up like school buses. But so far they haven’t really focussed their little round eyes on the Southern states. So we’re down at the water’s edge, thumbing our nose at the waves and making our little jokes. Earl? Wuz you on TV? Fiona? Just a prissy Brit. Gaston? We love froglegs. Hermine? Baby, you mine! Stir up them waves so we can pretend we’re really surfing. Give us some real curl!
Sadly, except for Nawlins– us coastal Southerners live secure in the knowledge that a hurricane is never going to hit us, except when it does. And if it does? Woooo! Party! Pull in that kegger for the big blow, bro.
Along about the time that big corporate agriculture started taking over the family farm, something nobody thinks much about started to happen. The corporate idea, you see, is to maximize production and profit and to control as much of the market as possible. Because it’s only when you have a 20% market share that the major efficiencies kick in and let you ease on down the road to the real money.
Trust me, they teach this stuff in marketing classes. Maximizing production and profit is corporate speak for getting the most out of the least at the lowest cost. Which in the AgriBusiness world, translates to product that is cheaper to produce, less prone to blight and disease, has a longer shelf-life and delivers more salable ounces of acceptable quality to the checkout.
Grass, weed, call it what you will. Bag it or distribute it? Buy it or cultivate it? Bless it or curse it? What can we do? Clearly, we’re addicted to it. Everywhere you go in the South –forget the nation– the subculture is clearly evident. So what should our attitude really be? Let’s put the legal issues aside and think about it rationally.
It’s my belief that most of us adults have now tried it, and should be able to come to some ultimately sensible societal agreement. After all, even those who have never touched the stuff have strong opinions about it…
2010 will go down in history as the Annus Horribilis of the American Dream. Fortunately, the poor are not too adversely affected, and what difference would it make anyway? I mean, how much worse off can they be? Let me assure you, the homeless don’t worry about foreclosure. The unemployed aren’t sweating the choice between the Bentley and the Maybach. They help Trickle Down not one whit.
Some people will always make bad choices. Birth parents, for instance. Who’s fault is it if Bill Gates or Warren Buffett could have been your Daddy, but you chose slacker sperm?
Last week, I was feeling too embarrassed to talk to you about the problem I constantly talk to myself about, but you seemed able to figure out the issue and cut through my reticence and embarrassment, for which I thanked you profusely at the time. Apparently, for men my age, this is not unusual, and I appreciated your seemingly skillful handling of this sensitive, for me, issue.
I listened closely when you carefully listed all the caveats associated with these surprisingly little pills and read the interaction and associated literature with close attention. Honestly I laughed to myself when we covered the potential for a “4 hour problem” and later daringly teased my wife with this information.