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
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
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
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
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.
“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
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
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.
Terry Simons is the founder of Round Bend Press Books, Round Bend Press Detritus, and an associated writing/editing service to aid and abet renegade authors. He has worked as a day laborer, dishwasher, factory drone, community organizer, journalist, media consultant and freelance writer. He attended the University of Oregon and Portland State University, where he read journalism, politics, literature and history. He is the author most recently of "Along Came the Death Squad: Political and Scattered Notes."
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