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Goldman gambled on Starvation

dom — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 15:11:06 +0000

Sometimes it’s not so apparent, but hyper finance capitalism is a hell of a lot deadlier than many other viruses going around. Often times one must show a casual link that is rejected by the staunch defender of unfettered and rapacious capitalism as whining by do gooders or leftists that fail to understand god’s master economic vision, or some old demented fuck from the Chicago school for that matter. Anyway, this story shows a very clear link between starving human beings, and an increasingly desperate for mega-profit derivatives markets. Just leave it to the Goldman’s Sack killers to mop up their brandy sauce with the desiccating flesh of their fellow human beings.. .but, it’s all an abstraction to them…they have no power….you see….it’s like the soldier’s blaming the general’s, blaming the geeky big mouth policy wonk, blaming the….et cetera….for the bombing of civilians or the like… This sort of speculation must be stopped immediately, and those entities that profit from death, should be put out of business by whatever means possible.

here is the story from the Independent UK http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/johann-hari/johann-hari-how-goldman-gambled-on-starvation-2016088.html

http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/johann-hari/johann-hari-how-goldman-gambled-on-starvation-2016088.html

journalistic seduction into power…the language boys slip it in

dom — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 12:14:36 +0000

Here is a link for a eye popping piece of honest journalism that does not retreat behind a line of of dishonest neutrality, or splays itself open for language and false historical droning provided by our ‘leaders’ to swoon us into silence…..and so…here please take a look at Robert Fisk’s piece here: http://www.commondreams.org/view/2010/06/21-0

excerpt:

Now let’s look at history. Our leaders love history. Most of all, they love the Second World War. In 2003, George W Bush thought he was Churchill. True, Bush had spent the Vietnam War protecting the skies of Texas from the Vietcong. But now, in 2003, he was standing up to the “appeasers” who did not want a war with Saddam who was, of course, “the Hitler of the Tigris”. The appeasers were the British who didn’t want to fight Nazi Germany in 1938. Blair, of course, also tried on Churchill’s waistcoat and jacket for size. No “appeaser” he. America was Britain’s oldest ally, he proclaimed – and both Bush and Blair reminded journalists that the US had stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Britain in her hour of need in 1940.

But none of this was true. Britain’s oldest ally was not the United States. It was Portugal, a neutral fascist state during the Second World War, which flew its national flags at half-mast when Hitler died (even the Irish didn’t do that).

Nor did America fight alongside Britain in her hour of need in 1940, when Hitler threatened invasion and the Luftwaffe blitzed London. No, in 1940 America was enjoying a very profitable period of neutrality, and did not join Britain in the war until Japan attacked the US naval base at Pearl Harbor in December 1941. Similarly, back in 1956, Eden called Nasser the “Mussolini of the Nile”. A bad mistake. Nasser was loved by the Arabs, not hated as Mussolini was by the majority of Africans, especially the Arab Libyans. The Mussolini parallel was not challenged or questioned by the British press. And we all know what happened at Suez in 1956. When it comes to history, we journalists let the presidents and prime ministers take us for a ride.

Jimmy Me Lean

dom — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 19:48:57 +0000

I suggest everyone pay attention to a real American’s anger. Stop nibble nabbling about you’re coastal panty rash tear puddle rubbish. Global problems be damned, and oily birds and poisoned oceans, shut up! Our nations sausage is shrinking, and one must feed their starving families.

Northerners be warned, your conscience will take more than it’s usual tic-tac blows.

Citizen Maltempi

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4RNb3tt0LM

RandyThe Angel?

dom — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 16:03:49 +0000

Hi Everyone,

Have a new article/interview up on the music site Perfect Sound Forever. It concerns itself with David Pajo of Slint/Papa M, et cet…. Take a look if you would like, it’s a fun ride, and this menu page link below has all the new articles up from a magazine/on line rag, that’s been putting out excellent stuff for quite a while:

http://www.furious.com/perfect/toc.html

Advice/Suggestion/Immaginary Happening?:

Come to the Disciple Party/Have one!

Every now and then it’s fun to attend or throw a disciple party (The disciple’s of Jesus Christ…to be clear.) If one is the host of such an affair, it’s best to not specify, or request that such an such an invitee be such and such a disciple, or particular biblical ‘personage.’ I think one of the more delightful results of throwing such a party, is just allowing guests to show up dressed as whomever they want. I have always put my Shekels on Judas as the most popular disciple represented at a party for men. I think many men assume that Judas has this bad-ass sexy sort of traitor allure glow about him, that while swinging one’s pouch of fake gold coins, really exercises the libido of women guests.

Don’t forget to have or bring, plenty of bowls for the washing of feet. It’s wonderful if you have lady friends, or guys that can pull it off, with long hair, for the washing of the feet activity, before the break bread and miracle appetizer hour. Of course, Jesus is never to show up till after dessert, when the his magic show should go on as timely as possible. If find guests become most perturbed, not because of an excess of Huey Lewis tunes on one’s party mix, or even the occasional asshole claiming to be ‘Randy’ the Angel in some more than suspect apocryphal book, but in the Jesus Magic show happening too early, or two late.

So leave you’re kids in the barn with a few animals, and itinerant myrrh salesmen, and get you’re ass to Denise’s Next Saturday, and please, if coming as John the Baptist, make sure you bring an instrument for the walk on the improv water thing that did not go so well last year.

Dom/Pinky/BlackBra

dom — Fri, 28 May 2010 00:32:30 +0000

I’m driving to Philladelphia with Gilfred Godfrey. We are attending the Philly Phanatic’s annual Memorial Day party. When we drive there, I’m constantly saying, “ok Gilfred, turn up the radio.”

Keyne’s Calling……hello Dr……

dom — Wed, 19 May 2010 14:43:04 +0000

The idea that there is some direct link between the money supply and inflation is absurd on its face. Do any businesses raise their prices because the Fed has put money into circulation? How many businesses even have a clue as to how much money is in circulation? In the real world, prices are set by supply and demand. If any business tried to raise their prices just because the Fed has put more money into circulation they would soon find themselves wiped out by the competition – at least as long as we are in this situation of having enormous excess supply.

This story should be old hat to those who have studied Keynes. In a period of high unemployment, like the present, governments can literally just print money. Not only will this put people back to work, this process can also lay the basis for stronger growth in the future by creating better infrastructure, more energy efficient buildings, supporting research and development of clean energy and improving the education of our children

and it’s not erotic

dom — Wed, 05 May 2010 01:24:50 +0000

Priest attached to party balloons vanishes in Brazil

Dr. Williams

dom — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 15:17:13 +0000

he prefers a clear, active, intense confusion to any ‘wise passiveness,” to any calm and clouded two-sidedness–whenever he sees that there is something to be said for both sides, he speaks up for the underdog, hard, so that his work is a Permanent Revolution of an anarchist emotional kind, and he himself spins willingly on the wheel of things.

This quote about poet Dr. William Carlos Williams, really stands wonderfully well alone, particularly as a guide for one’s political passions in a sense not crudely narrowed into political contests, selecting the better contestant in the ever more dreary game show curtain choked realm of everyday politics, nor exclusively for the emotionally pulling movements of the day, for certain legislation of the like….

………no to neon in Enna where he did not go yet

dom — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 17:02:30 +0000

Straggling Monad’s Ruined Arch
By: Domenic Maltempi
4-6-10

Our king walked on terrible poetry
Only the worse
Flawless calligraphy!
Marvel at the dates and special purposes!
Recede in its caramelized strokes
It’s settling ruby pulp
Finest subjects of course!
Nine gated elegies
The big wigs muted trumpery
Every PR penny worth it
Succor for bereaving rascals On serenity
for gnawed vista prisoners
Only the bravest themes

Refined sensitivities
Marshaled for every tawdry show of hands
that make those stout clappity claps
Incorruptible parchment!
Only intolerant aboriginal animal’s habitats
partially destroyed used
And remixed by DJ Hash Hot knives for all to enjoy
Cutting the purloined beats with his cagey energy
in coordination with Sealtest East Platinum LLC
and Little Bitch Cheeby Bog


Ebullient breezes
Leased from god
Brought each sheet to the ground with predestined eagerness
No one thought the king a sort of ‘joke’
As one might say in 99, 2000 this or that
Scroll on scroll on

Casually, stoop chat
with cubed drinks
Quiet ice and drunken charm
Our king
Robed in khaki
Leather piping on the blouse
of who he is
is how he sinks
and so may I say
most revealing of us all
quailing intruders pretending we know where we are
taxi mouth
a tongue of spatula blue rubbery cocoon
poor delivery


Everyone
in every inner circle
The nobody clubs
in exurban suicide pact shops
eviction notice lipstick
the king is walking a 2k to help curb carpel tunnel syndrome
get a-working!
whatever one has to keep the drivel driven
calendar dolly changing ribbons
calendar boys fixing printers
Gutenberg’s shoe maker
meet Edison’s Mistress
a fine heal
a find pod

Excuse me!?!
What kind of party?
What kind of eschatology?

 Couldn’t write with more pluck
Less aplomb
Couldn’t speed through this odium stripper’s
Elegant pantomime
This motley timeless knurl of gurgling knurls!
Words, phrases, without armor
Sea wiggler thin
to adamantine shin
Kicked in her crumbling tower
Oh lovely lady of that Old Dutch Sugar
Miss Missouri Moore
Guide me
Form me
a dusty tailed comet syringe
an anecdote when the merry is over-mended
run on it on a broken belt
run me off this procession



People’s Painter
` Angler Lou
Always rewriting his will
1625, 1632, 1633 (8 revisions in 33!)
Maligned and jeered by fools
that even God could not create or re-reproduce
with spliced rib from some future dynamite fossil
mixed with the genes
of an inedible genius
three legs, four legs
hoofed or unsheathed
these windows all speak the same

But you own nothing Angler Lou!
The fishmonger’s polished silver pail?
Pshaww!
Even there
A hollowing pall
dangles its whore’s legs as if it were the tender rococo wrists
of a lost pianist’s daughter
flitting from garish dock to dock
Choked with ever vulpine sharp
Up!

dom — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 01:16:25 +0000

“What is more precise than precision? Illusion!.
Marianne Moore…

How true!

I just read this in Randall Jarrell’s excellent and oh so moving ‘Poetry and The Age’

Odd…. I don’t think I will be able to forget the latter quote. It also summoned to mind, an often remembered piece of an Ezra Pound book (forget which.) Rather than precision, he was dealing with concision. He makes the very truth smacking and smoking lipped observation that

“Concision is an obscurity for the dullard.”

This may not always be so, (depends on the dullard in many ways…right?)…but when it is, and it wends itself to be often… IT IS…

good night April 2nd 2010