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Saturday, January 20, 2018

Not Radical Enough

I have little interest in the anti-trump movement, though I deplore him. A march against the oligarchy might mean something, because if and when Trump is ousted nothing will change until the income gap closes permanently and U.S. imperialism comes to a screeching halt.

Unless capitalism is confronted head-on and destroyed, nothing will change.  The heroes of the moment, the women in high places and their capitalist sympathizers among men, are as much a problem as the deplorables.

My message to the Women's Movement is you're not radical enough.  In fact you're kind of boring.

Liberalism is not enough.  You must clinch your fists and punch like Ronda Rousey.


Thursday, January 18, 2018

Hedges on the Edge

But, far to the north, was a shithole country ruled by a former B-list movie actor who had starred in “Bedtime for Bonzo” and who was in the early stages of dementia. This shithole country, which saw the world in black and white, communist and capitalist, was determined to thwart the aspirations of the poor and the landless. It would not permit the profits of its companies, such as United Fruit, or the power of the pliant oligarch class that did its bidding in El Salvador, to be impeded. It had disdain for the aspirations of the poor, especially the poor of Latin American or Africa, the wretched of the earth, as writer Frantz Fanon called them, people who in the eyes of those who ruled the shithole country should toil in misery all their lives for the oligarchs and the big American companies allied with them. Let the poor, brown and black people go hungry, watch their children die of sickness or be murdered. Power and wealth, those who ruled this shithole country believed, was theirs by divine right. They, as the lords of shithole-dom, were endowed with special attributes. God blessed shithole countries.--CH

From a writer who was there.


Tuesday, January 16, 2018

RIP, Bill Deemer

Sorry to hear that the poet Bill Deemer has died.  He was the younger brother of my old friend and RBP contributing author Charles Deemer.

Charles talks about his brother's work in this video.

We had the good fortune of publishing Bill's "Variations" in 2011, a brilliant book of poems he later chose to retire from Round Bend Press Books.

I never met Bill in person, but I admired his work.  He was the real deal.

My condolences to Charles and the family and friends of one of Oregon's greatest poets.


Monday, January 15, 2018

Yes Sir!

Every year, we’re treated to the same hypocrisy. Mainstream figures in both parties—some who vote for massive tax breaks for the rich, nearly all who support America’s endless wars—publicly laud and then invoke the ghost of King. None lays out a 21st century plan to implement MLK’s still incomplete vision. They have no such plan. They were bought and sold by corporate elites and the military-industrial complex long ago. On the right, some even engage in the fantasy that King was actually a Republican. He wasn’t. Truth be told, King would fit into neither of the two parties today. His platform and favored issues hardly receive public airing anywhere but the fringe left. Nonetheless, both Democrats and Republicans invoke King’s ghost every January for petty political gain. It’s heinous.--DS

Seriously, this is a must-read piece, by a military man for god's sake.


Happy Birthday, MLK


'Nuff Said

This year marks the 50th anniversary of King’s tragic assassination, and though countless publications will brim with commemorations and retrospectives of this misunderstood icon, most will miss the mark. Long ago co-opted and sanitized by mainstream political figures, the King of memory bears little resemblance to the radical, complex man himself.--DS


Sunday, January 14, 2018

Picture of the Year

This kind of crap scares me, because I'm thinking of going into exile, and I'll have to fly to get there, unless I take a slow boat to China or a bus deep into Mexico.


Friday, January 12, 2018

Ho Hum

Friday, always the best day, unless of course your execution is scheduled on a wet day in January like this one.

I've nothing much to do this weekend in the American "shithole," but I'll tune into the Tennessee/New England football game Saturday, hoping for the upset.

Like most Americans I'm sure, I'm tired of the Tom Brady Gang.

So as it stands, I'll have plenty of free time, like you hopefully, to read up and enjoy my favorite journal.

Be good.


Wednesday, January 10, 2018

2 for 1

Damn, I thought I scored a great deal on coffee yesterday--a 2 for 1 on a large tin of Safeway's Signature house blend.

It wasn't until I got home that I scrutinized the cans, after opening one, and discovered they were decaffeinated! The labels were tricky, not much green on display, the universal signal.

My deal crumbled. 

I'd take them back but I lost the receipt! Or perhaps didn't take it out of the store.

Big problems here, my perfect little world crashing for a day, and now, this morning, I'm enjoying a cup of decaf as best I can.


Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Poem of the Day/Rewrite

Havre, MT

Sometimes a poem wanders away from its intent
and becomes a problem for the author
who must decide if keeping it around like a pair of
worn but comfortable old shoes is the right thing to do.

So I have rewritten this poem to make it more to
my liking and sent the other version on a long trip to
a place you don't want to hear about; I am finished
and now the poem is much better, don't you agree?


Midnight Hour

America is frenzied.  Revolution is in the air.

It's just a matter of time.


Monday, January 8, 2018

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Glory Days

One of the conditions of Simpson's parole is that he's not allowed to drink excessively, so we should give him some credit for making it sober through a Buffalo-Jacksonville game that basically gave anyone watching the first half a reason to drink.--CBS Sports.

I was there but couldn't risk having my picture taken with Simpson, as I have too much at stake in being a world renowned blogger.


Friday, January 5, 2018

Smug Assholes

There is but one antidote, one cure, one vaccination, and it is yours to enjoy this weekend.

You're on your own.  Have a great awakening if you can.


Thursday, January 4, 2018

You Gotta Laugh

WASHINGTON—Rushing toward the president as he pressed the eight-inch bit into his temple, several White House aides managed to wrestle a drill from Donald Trump’s hand Monday while he attempted to remove Obama’s listening device from his skull.--TO

The year in review as noted by The Onion.