Monthly Archives: March 2004

Fettered Access

Alright, Bush-fans – I can’t figure it out – help me. Why are there all of these negotiations with what the 9/11 commission will and will not see? Why all the conditions? Why the stonewalling?

Bush will not testify publicly or under oath: Why in the hell would you not want someone to testify under anything but an oath? Bill Clinton gets his dick sucked by an intern and lies about it and is videotaped for the entire world to hear but Bush remains in his cozy Oval room and deigns to an hour of testimony, privately, before the commission. It also guarantees that Bush will not have to testify by his lonesome and let slip something he’s not supposed to say: Cheney will be there right next to him to assist in the puppetry.

I think that a big fear is that the Bush Family’s connections to the Saudis as well as their connection to Al Queda will be revealed. Second to that, the news that Bush was so obsessed with getting his hands on Iraq he totally ignored the reports of the Clinton administration.

I just don’t understand, at all, the adversarial relationship of the White House and the investigating commission. Bush cannot call himself tough on terror when he stonewalled and assisted in delaying an investigation of 9/11 for two fucking years!

The huge tragedy of this is the less transparent the investigation is – the more obstacles and the more excisions then the commissions report will become another document as useless as the Warren Commission Report for the JFK assassination. Every condition or hidden document or removed piece of information feeds a burgeoning conspiracy theory that will mire these events in mud for the rest of our lives.

The fact that Bush is serving up Rice shows that the administration realizes they are losing popularity fast (seems ever since Bush showed off his amazing lack of speaking skills on Meet the Press). It is so strange to see the White House respond to public opinion for once.

The reluctance of Condi Rice to face the music – publicly and under oath – while spreading herself all over television – is revolting and a slap in the face to the victims’s families. For her to hide behind some non-existent precedent is stupid. I want all of them: Rumsfeld, Cheney and Daddy’s Boy himself on the fucking hotseat being recorded under oath, on television. This is the biggest intelligence failure since Pearl Harbor and no one – except for Clarke has stood up to say: “I screwed up and I’m sorry.”

I used to think Condoleeza was a class act (even if she had an oil tanker named after her) but now it seems she just as soaked in shit as the rest of them.


I’m back from San Diego. Ron and I stumbled off the plane at 4 this morning – love that red-eye! Tons to report and write and looks like my readers have had some lively debates… cool! Further bulletins on the way…

U.S. Aid to Israel

$6 billion a year. Does this make our hands dirty as well?

Under the Arms Export Control Act the U.S. can only supply weapons that are used “for legitimate self defense”. The US Foreign Assistance Act prohibits military assistance to any country “which engages in a consistent pattern of gross violations of internationally recognized human rights”. The Proxmire Amendment bans military assistance to any government that refuses to sign the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty and to allow inspections of its nuclear facilities. All three of these laws are currently being broken with aid to Israel. Israel is not required to account for the specific purchases that the aid is being used for; it can be spent on anything ? including expansion of colonial settlement projects.

H. R. 3920: Congress Could Overturn Supreme Court

Remember in social studies when they always talked about the three branches
of government and the checks and balances system that prevented that no one
branch could have all the power? Well, fuck that:

The Congress may, if two thirds of each House agree, reverse
a judgment of the United States Supreme Court

  1. if that judgment is handed down after the date of the enactment of this
    Act; and
  2. to the extent that judgment concerns the constitutionality of an Act
    of Congress.

Huh. Wouldn’t you know it – all the House members on the bill are hyper-conservative Republicans
(who obviously didn’t pay attention in civics class). Shocked, I am, shocked.

Backstory: This all boils down to the fundamentalist Christian freakshows being
miffed that the Supreme Court says that it’s okay for two men to have sex in
the privacy of their own home.

New watchword: Activist judges. This is the new
scapegoat for peeling back/halting civil rights progression.

Relevant, heated
disucssions at K5
and MeF.

Margot Knight

margotknight_cancer.jpgMargot Knight creates photographs that combine dismembered bodies in mundane settings. Great collection of art. This one called Cancer. Check out the ones with the giant worms. Eeek.

Inappropriate Cabaret

Brigitte told a yarn about going to see Elaine Stritch and she’s commenting on
cabaret singers singing songs that are way too old for them. Elaine:

I don’t get it with women in their mid-30s singing ‘I’m Still Here.’ Where
have you been?

This led to a riff on other inappropriate songs suchs as an 8 year old singing
‘Send in the Clowns.’ Or ‘Move On’ or ‘Ladies Who Lunch.’ Really – any tyke
singing Sondheim.

This led to a revelation that I always have to sing the ‘Witch’s Rap’ from
Into the Woods whenever I’m in the produce section at Dominicks.
As soon as I see watercress it’s all over and I’m off and chanting:

Greens, greens, and nothing but greens:
Parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery,
Asparagus and watercress and
Fiddleferns and lettuce–!
He said ‘all right,’
But it wasn’t, quite,
‘Cause I caught him in the autumn
In my garden one night!
He was robbing me,
Raping me,
Rooting through my rutabaga
Raiding my arugula and
Ripping up the rampion
(My champion! My favorite!)

I usually stop by then because I’ve grabbed my baby spinach and moved on to
the salted,
cured meats.

American Idol Dream

I took a long nap after taking Brigitte to lunch at The Grand Lux Cafe for her birthday. I had a dream that we were both involved somehow with American Idol – we weren’t competing – but because we were helping out somehow we both got to sing a song on the show. I had one of those stagefright anxiety dreams.

I was downstairs trying to get my wits together – I think my song was ‘I Love Rock and Roll’ – of course I couldn’t remember it and my throat was already swelling with tension from the nerves. Seacrest was in the basement yelling through the ceiling at the bartender to tell some roadie at the bar to stop kicking the bar causing a thumping sound for all of us in the basement.

Brigitte or I were going to go first but chickened out. This other girl went and then I was supposed to go next. I woke up before I did though.

Good ol’ stagefright.