To the Point

There comes a time in every epoch when pragmatism simply evolves into extreme acquiescence and surrender to the forces of apathy and do-nothingness, a guarantor of the status quo in all of its easy, democratic criminality--its fortress of greed.--TL Simons

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Vile Toad














One of many, unfortunately.

TS

Monday, June 18, 2018

Let's Dance

There are two versions of Bernie Sanders. There is the old Bernie Sanders, who mounted a quixotic campaign for the Democratic presidential nomination as a democratic socialist who refused corporate cash and excoriated corporate Democrats. And there is the new Bernie Sanders, who dutifully plays by the party’s rules, courts billionaires, refused to speak out in support of the lawsuit brought against the Democratic National Committee (DNC) for rigging the primaries against him and endorses Democratic candidates who espouse the economic and political positions he once denounced.--CH

Bernie Sanders as the unchosen one, or a revolution that wasn't.

The United States perverted budgetary priorities (epitomized by the heedless Obama-Trump nuclear weapons upgrade) reflect a moral collapse that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. warned the United States about in the famous antiwar speech he gave one year to the day before his assassination (or execution).  “A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift,” King said, “is approaching spiritual death.”--PS

Hypocrisy at its apex.

Ah yes, the start of another week of treachery and greed in the good old USA.


TS

Sunday, June 17, 2018

World Cup

OH NO!!!  Neymar is down on the pitch again writhing in pain!  Wait...is he hurt? 

Nah, he's just faking it again! Surprise!

Blah, blah, blah, the World Cup drones on live from the Evil Empire.

I wonder if Bill and Hillary are there?  They can't possibly be unaware of what kind of corrupt money lingers around for the taking...


TS

Friday, June 15, 2018

Don't Die Stupid

Like Saddam Hussein a decade and a half ago, Russia and its President Vladimir Putin have been repeatedly vilified in the Western media over the last five years, helping to mobilize popular support for the reemergence of a new Cold War.

Best-selling author Dan Talbot has called it in “one of the biggest fake news operations comparable to the yellow journalism promoted by the Hearst papers which sold military intervention in the Spanish-American War.”--JK

What's so funny about peace, love and understanding?

I don’t know about you, but I’m getting a little tired of waiting for the Hitlerian nightmare that the corporate media promised us was coming back in 2016. Frankly, I’m beginning to suspect that all their apocalyptic pronouncements were just parts of some elaborate cocktease. I mean, here we are, a year and half into the reign of the Trumpian Reich, and, well, where are all the concentration camps, the SS units with their death’s head insignia, the Riefenstahlian parades and rallies? Trump hasn’t even banned the Democratic Party, or annexed Canada, or invaded Mexico, or made anybody wear color-coded armbands. If he doesn’t start Hitlering relatively soon, the oracles of the corporate media are going to have some serious explaining to do.--CJH

CJ Hopkins full on.

There's so much good stuff here you would be insane to ignore it, not to mention negligent!


TS

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Fire!

Just in after two hours on the street because of another fire in my building teeming with morons and lunatics...

Tired and very pissed.







TS

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

RIP Ann Donovan

She helped revolutionize the women's game.  At 6' 8" she likely suffered from Marfan Syndrome.

Pete Maravich, a specimen, dropped dead at 40 on a basketball court.

Manute Bol died way too young, though it is said he may have been older than his listed 47 years.


TS

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Nothing to See

Haha, it's raining on Portland's biggest tourist invention, the long-running and long-past-its-prime Rose Festival Grand Floral Parade. It might have been a good idea at its inception decades ago, but am I a sourpuss to think it's spectacularly inane?

Am I the only person on the planet who doesn't love a parade?

You say I must hate kids, who love parades, until they're 10 and then wisely back off.  What explains the elders' love of this deadness? This sameness? This ritual display of civic blindness? This blandness...

I saw one once years ago, and that was enough for me. No mas, kaput, go away.

If any further evidence were necessary, as exhibition and proof of America's dullness and quite-dead cultural standing, this crappy Portland tradition is first and foremost.

People swear parades are harmless.  No, they're displays of ignorance, and ignorance is not harmless.

The Portland festival comes with a carnival on the waterfront where you can spend the money you don't have on junk rides, junk stuffed toy animals, junk food and actual junk if you're tweaking out.

Anyway, I love it when a parade is rained on, and hopefully the same thing will happen when Trump's military parade on Veterans' Day gets washed out by angry clouds and an even angrier citizenry--ha, like that'll ever happen.

Oh well...


TS

Friday, June 8, 2018

RIP, Bourdain

Had I not been deliberately transitioning out of the restaurant trade when this came out in 2000, I might have made it my bible.

I was homeless, a recently-fired chef, unemployable, not nearly as skilled as I believed, and mentally ill.

I never again wanted to see the interior of a commercial kitchen.

I was a good candidate for madness from the outset of my working life, but working in restaurants nearly finished me off.

Kitchen Confidential was a holy book, funny as hell, and as true a piece of writing as I've ever read.  I can say that because I recognized every damn situation and anecdote therein.

I took to it like an evangelical Christian takes to his favorite bible passages. I wasn't very big on the later TV shows, mainly because I'm not really a TV watcher, but the book got me.

Had I not read it, Bourdain's fate may have been my own in that long-ago nightmare.

The guy was absolutely gifted.  Sorry to see he didn't make it last a little longer.


TS

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Fast Car















































I watched this one being unloaded at the art museum yesterday.

The show opens on Jun. 16, runs through the summer.


TS

It's all gravy, bro...

“The United States of Amnesia.” That’s what Gore Vidal once called us. We remember what we find it convenient to remember and forget everything else. That forgetfulness especially applies to the history of others. How could their past, way back when, have any meaning for us today? Well, it just might. Take the European conflagration of 1914-1918, for example.

You may not have noticed. There’s no reason why you should have, fixated as we all are on the daily torrent of presidential tweets and the flood of mindless rejoinders they elicit. But let me note for the record that the centenary of the conflict once known as The Great War is well underway and before the present year ends will have concluded.--AB

Andrew Bracevich lights into the U.S.Pentagon brass and all their wily friends.


TS

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

On Du Bois

Du Bois would hardly fare better today. His radical critique of empire and capitalism would make him even more of a pariah in the academy and on the airwaves. The corporate state, assured they can keep us entranced with their electronic hallucinations and spectacles, along with the inane trivia and gossip masquerading as news, do not see him or other radical theorists as a threat. They orchestrated the post-literate society, the “enforced ignorance,” that perpetuates their power. We have his books. Read them while you still can.--CH

Hedges' lecture in NYC Friday.

History of the Left Forum.

TS

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

The Tonto Hotel

 
                                                                           

                                                                             











                     tonto hotel bar

             frosted longneck budweiser

                     posing before me



                    neon splashing on

         wet sidewalks cracked like mankind

                   a greyhound chugs by 



                  could have been on it

            but like the thought of more buds

                  marching up to me

                                                                   
          -- RP Thomas

Note: The publisher inadvertently left the word "wet" out of the earlier text of this poem.  He apologizes to the author and every syllable counter out there who noticed. Inexcusable, and he regrets his error. I presume my editor, Buddy Dooley, screwed it up as he reformatted for this space from the original.


TS

The Battery















Baseball is filled with whispers and secrets you and I cannot hear or know.


TS