Archive for March, 2011
Sadly, one of the best in the world of journalism, Mr. Bob Herbert, has gone off to do some other things. The link below will take you to his “goodbye” column from Friday’s edition of the New York Times, this is highly recommended reading no matter what your political affiliation may be.
I’ve heard the phrase “read it and weep” a lot over the years, and I’m certain that reading this will take you on a short tour of what that really means to people in the U.S.A. capable of thinking.
We as a country are screwed that absolutely any one can see it.
And now that true level of just how screwed we are is coming into clear view as one layer at a time is peeled away onion style, and the rancid smelling inner view gets worse by the minute.
The latest layer? Do a little research on the employment history of Mr. Jeffrey Immelt, that smiling CEO shown above who is the leader of a company that paid no taxes last year, and that’s on over five billion dollars of profits in the U. S. alone. Also note that in fact this company claimed a tax benefit of $3.2 billion dollars. Do you still have any doubt that the fix is in for those with a good lobbyist and a close connection to the political world?
And his corporation? If you said GEE WHIZ, you’ve gone a few letters past it.
Welcome to Obama’s third act now taking place in a deja-vu like Libya, a place that may soon be available for rent as a glow in the dark parking lot. This is the action where Mo-Mo-Mo Gadaffi discovers, as did Saddam Hussain, that having a vast accumulation of oil under your feet can be a double edged sword, perhaps a sharp one that’s held by that famous French lover guy, Nicolas Sarkozy, a sword which it seems is now swinging in the opposite direction. Maybe there was an error in the translation from the original French, and they meant to say Sarkozy was “Well Swung”?
And as for that sculpture like thing in the background? One might use the word prophetic… or simply call it a mid-eastern style tribute to fisting?
More to follow as the headlines come in, stay tuned for updates during the day……
In the distant future, what do you suppose will be remembered as being the ultimate “slippery slope” moment of our time? In my humble opinion, that would likely be the day that the federal supreme court stepped into what should have been the state’s decision in Florida, and elected (or more correctly, appointed) George W. Bush to become the president of the United States of America. Oh to have been a fly on the bedroom wall when Bush was woken up from his alcohol or drug induced sleep with that news, “What! Are you shitting me? Looks like our old Poppin’ Fresh pig boy Rove was spot on the money, and now we’re in the money, big time.
Some may state more correctly that he was to become the worst_president_ever of the United States of America, but that’s fodder for another posting, and off point for what our real problem is.
Now we find that with the humorously titled “Citizens United” decision the more or less same supreme court has somehow agreed to give corporations the rights of personhood, one has to wonder if that in the future it will be considered a federal crime to kill off a corporation, in cold blood or otherwise? And since corporations are made up of money and not flesh and blood, would this type of crime be tried as a Capital offense, or a Capitol offense?
Which begs the question, will lobbyists that pander on behalf of those (unbirthed but now) human victims be able to be called on to serve as expert witnesses for the prosecution? I’m sure that if the supreme court can give a corporation the right to be considered a human, can the gift of that same right for lobbyists, the slime who are at best usually considered to be sub-human, be far behind? At first glance they appear to be nearly regular humans, and their inner reptile will only show up when it feels in danger.
Actually, the usage of that word “somehow” a few paragraphs above is purely rhetorical, because as it always ends up, you only have to pursue the age-old “follow the money” method to find the answer to any of those who / why / where / when question.
One of the more obvious money trails will lead you directly to that pair of suspects who have funded the, and please note that I’m being generous here, morons who have chosen to be called the Tea Party, when the term Koch Sucker Party would be a more accurate assessment.
That brings to mind a line from Wm. Shakespeare who perhaps addressed this very question when he said “First we kill all the lobbyists”, or at least it was something like that. O.k., maybe that was about lawyers, similar to but not the same as lobbyists in that you can track the activity of some lawyers by a scan of their laugh inducing “billable hours”.
So, the question to probe into today is, would this event be legally known as Manslaughter, or in an ironic turn on words, Corp-slaughter?
Oh yeah, I heard a short but really funny joke today, here it is:
The only way that a woman will be able to keep the right to have an abortion is if she was to have her uterus become incorporated. At that point because it was a corporation, the government couldn’t try to interfere with what she did with it if she was named the C.E.O.
Are you laughing yet?
It’s often been said that real estate values are based on just three things, and they are location, location, and (you guessed it), location.
Given that, which way do you suppose the property value will go on the coast of Uruguay?
After doing a simple Google search for a method to find which place is on the opposite side of the earth from any given point, I found the Map Tunneling Tool. You can get it at the link given below, but please note that I have no connection, financial or otherwise, with this site and not responsible for your usage. So far it seems benign, with no spam or cookies even.
For a test run to try out the cross hair style aiming mechanism, let’s say we take a look at a location that according to news stories may well soon be a glow in the dark hole in the ground. As of today, this location serves as the home of the Fukushima Daiichi reactor, but things change. I don’t know what will happen in the future, but for now it’s still in North Eastern Japan, and here’s what I found on the other side of the world from it:
By using this Boehner , which is what I’ve taken to call any simple tool, we can find that if the meltdown were to continue at its present pace inside those reactors in Japan, the well known “China Syndrome” might take place and end up near Uruguay. This is a theory that says that such an event could burn a hole clean through the globe, and if that happens, this one should take place a bit to the right of South America, several hundred miles off of the coast. Practical logic suggests that it would only go half way through until it hit the molten core of our planet, but that doesn’t leave as much room to base this supposition on.
Unlike Fox News, I’m allowed to talk about the ‘Nuke industry and its inherent safety problems, this is a topic that the Koch Controlled news droids are not allowed to speak of aloud by their power company owning corporate overlords. Because of this, if you plan to have friends over to watch it all go down (or up) on t.v. and you decide that you’ll all take a drink every time a news reader puppet on Faux News says the words reactor or meltdown, I’m guessing you won’t need a designated driver.
In the weeks following its inception, I was happy that this blog was often getting from 20 to 30 hits a day. Over the next few years I watched in amazement as it gradually rose to well over 150 views a day, often gathering up to over 6,000 unique individual hits a month.
I was sure that this growing following I had was due to the brilliance I was showing as a writer, and then I was suddenly bitch-slapped back to reality with the discovery of a WordPress page that showed my “Site Stats”. This is a list of the search words people had used to find BoskoLives, and also which websites referred readers to the site from my signature link I had posted on other blogs or web pages, and even how individuals using tags found photos I’ve included to track back to here, etc…
And the dual winners of bringing the most viewers of my blog? Photos and many well earned subsequent jokes that I had posted about a car, an obscure shit-box of a car, that was made in Eastern Europe and then brought to this country by a Mr. Malcolm Bricklin. It was called the “Yugo”. Truth be told, it was also often referred to as a Fiat made in the Slavic region, in the way the Lada is basically a Soviet made Fiat clone.
The Yugo shared the credit for the largest percentage of clicks on my site with another car that was brought in to the U.S., about 9,000 of them were imported from Northern Ireland by John Z. DeLorean. You might know it as the car that was used in the “Back To The Future” films, the one that shares his name. And by his name, I mean the DeLorean part, although I suppose if he had called the car a “John” it may have been more appropriate once you consider how many people involved were screwed.
There’s an odd connection to all this. It turns out that Malcolm Bricklin had years earlier imported a car from Canada called (in an ego driven naming method later to be emulated by DeLorean) the Bricklin, which also featured a Gull-Wing design that was thought to be the basis for the design of of the DeLorean car.
When in truth, both were mere derivatives of the stunning Mercedes 300 SL of the 1950′s.
A non-gull wing version of that car competed at Le Mans, and was used to great effect by Pierre Eugène Alfred Bouillin in an effort to thin the race car fan herd. Msr. Bouillin was a French race car driver who changed his name to Pierre LeVegh shortly before he careened the factory roadster version of the SL into the crowds at Le Mans in 1955, killing (some say) 83 fans, a fact of minor importance since many of them were French. The lucky ones in the crowd were killed quickly, the less fortunate were deep fried as the result of the close proximity of high octane fuel and magnesium, which can produce a huge fireball. As was earlier found by pilots of the World War II Mitsubishi (Yep, the same folks that now import their cars to the U.S.) made Japanese Zero aircraft, this was seldom a good emergency situation combination. To add to the dilemma of those pilots, the canopy was bolted shut from the outside to deter them from having 2nd thoughts, and insult to injury, the wheels fell off upon take off, leaving the bottom of the aircraft separated from potential ground contact by an attached bomb load.
Ah, but I digress……
Full disclosure? Before it was lost in my 1st divorce, I once was the proud owner of a Bricklin gull wing coupe. It recall that it was #132 of the first 142, with an AMC 360 c.i. V-8 Matador engine, the subsequent few thousand made after mine were powered by a Ford 351 c.i. (Windsor or Cleveland?) V8.
And even on those occasional rainy days when it always doused me with water when I opened the doors, I really loved it and still miss it.
And here’s a fan-boy’s wet dream, updated for the 21st Century
Just curious, can any of my readers (yeah, either of you) name the exact moment that Obama rolled over, sold out, caved in, whatever term that you want to use. Or was it simply attrition, the slow downward spiral that starts with grand plans and ends with the tape marked body image seen on the floor in those countless cop t.v. shows that we have now?
Or was he really ever the guy that I and so many others thought he was and had voted for? You know, the guy that managed to get past my very well developed military grade bullshit detector.
Yesterday, I read in the L.A. Times that a key British official, one Culture Secretary Jeremy Hunt, had decided that he was “inclined” (gotta love those Brit’s and their choice of words) to accept News Corp.’s plan to become the Engulf & Devour of the Empires “British Sky Broadcasting” (Google BskyB). I suppose that is going to be the “Beeb” of the future, so that prince among men, Rupert the aging Murdoch seems to have scored again on his drive for world dominance as a king maker.
So there’s their defining moment exemplified as clear as possible for the world to see. Do you think that someone will ever manage to get Jeremy Hunt to say what the final offer was that tipped his vote? Was it one of really big money and / or a position of power in the coming empire, after all, News Corp had 12.7 Billion U.S. dollars invested already, what’s few more million Euros or so? Or more likely, did they Godfather style finally make him an offer he couldn’t refuse?
Going back to our own Barry Hussain here in the U.S., what was his price? Did they have something on him more than that stupid bogus citizenship crap, something that would end his happy family life and have Michelle push him out the door and under a bus? Before he was blowing dust farts, J. Edgar Hoover was famous for using his FBI resources to get stuff on people, and then have them bow to him or kiss the hem of his skirt. Don’t get that reference? Do some Google on that original dancing queen and the term “cross dressing” when you get a chance.
Well, it sure seemed that Barack had it going on and was going to fix that which needed fixing without giving away the farm. Now the chickens will have to find somewhere else to roost.
I’m just asking, perhaps someone can answer?
Lenny Bruce (google him) had a quote that was something like “In the halls of justice, the only justice is in the halls”. I have to say “believe” as I’m going straight from what’s left of my memory. Yesterday, I had my day in court and managed to get released from being part of a jury of 12 people that weren’t smart enough to get out of it, and now I’m free to continue my search for paying work in a film industry that’s rapidly circulating the bowl on its way to the sewer.
Here’s another Lenny Bruce quote worthy of consideration:
“Take away the right to say fuck and you take away the right to say fuck the government.”
But I digress, back to the “Halls of Justice”. I had wanted to pull off an idea that I had, where my answer to the question “Can you be impartial, non-prejudiced by your past experiences” that I expected was going to be asked of me by the judge, the prosecutor, or the attorney representing the defendant was going to be “Is the defendant white?”.
As it turned out, I (prospective juror #6) didn’t have to drop down to that level, I was given an elective dismissal by the prosecutor who I have to assume, because I asked a lot of pointed questions, may have felt that I wasn’t going to be an easy sell on the guilt of his prime target, one smarmy looking bastard, a.k.a., “the defendant”.
As it turns out, the prosecutor was wrong, I would have sent this shit for brains off to be the wife of some lucky prisoner for the next 20 to 30 years, but in the words of Paul Simon, “who am I to spit against the wind?”. So I packed up my tent and quickly got my fat white ass out of the building in possession of a pass that will give me at least a year before I have to deal with this again.