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Wild Wild Left Radio # 37 Breaking the Chene (y)

Join WWL cohosts Diane Gee and Michael Gottlieb tonight as we ponder this new administration’s seeming lockstep with the worst of Cheney’s policies:

Saber rattling Iran, as was done with Iraq, in blatantly lies to cover expansionism of our military footprint.

The intentional blocking of the Goldstone report, and capitulation to Israel’s imaginary yet permanent “security crisis.” (Yes, they claim this report would hurt Israel’s right to defend itself, WTF, over?)

The ever expanding war theater in Afghanistan, our new Vietnam.

We will also be discussing Cheney himself, as retired Generals start to openly criticize his Gitmo and Torture policies, and quietly are beginning to leak how unfeasible our strategy is in Afghanistan.

Cheney’s teflon coat is wearing more as the FBI has been ordered to release their interview with regards to the Plame case.

Our big question for the evening…. is ANYTHING changing at all, or has the Dark Lord’s influence started to crumble?

See you there! As always, respectful questions and commentary are welcomed.

Join Gottlieb and Diane tonight at 6pm EDT on Wild Wild Left Radio, via BlogtalkRadio, for an interesting hour of Political Reporting and Commentary.

WWL Radio: Free Speech in Practice.

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Polanski: Too Many Men Just Don’t Get It.

In 1977 I was 14. I was one year older than Roman Polanski’s victim. That summer, I had my first ever viewing of a man’s penis. He had a knife against my neck.

I broke a bottle and held it against his, and told him he would certainly kill me, but he had better be ready to bleed first.

I cannot tell you how much weight that incident put on my young, Catholic schoolgirl, innocent shoulders. I cannot tell you how long it took for the fear of “any man may be a predator” took to recede. I cannot tell you how my own reaction, being capable of committing the most grievous “sin” of murder, hurt my soul. Until then I had a hard time even coming up with anything to tell the priest during weekly confessions. I lived my life trying to avoid sin at any cost. There was no such thing as sex ed in Catholic School. All I knew is that we weren’t supposed to think about it, and that it was holy and for marriage.

I do know there was a code of silence, and a tremendous feeling of guilt. It instilled in me a feeling that men were natural beasts, and that perhaps I had done something wrong, daring to ride my horse to a park with my friend, then laying out in the sun in our bathing suits, drinking Pepsi, eating pretzels and Reeses Cups and playing backgammon. Mentally, emotionally, I was a child. I was no sexual being. It threw me off sex until I was 19, and in love for over a year and a half, long after I had lost my religion, I finally lost my virginity.

That was not the last time I was victimized either. Later a rapist broke into my house, but thats a story for another day.

I still carry scars, from attempted rapes and domestic violence. My fear factor can still be triggered to where I cringe and run, or stand and fight. I will never be able to have casual sex, I need an extreme trust and love level. Tell me there is no baggage.

Would I have created this street chick, badass, cursing persona had I not needed armor? Who would I have been had this not happened to me? Is that person still inside me somewhere?

The backlash to Polanski’s arrest says three things to me, things that my own life has proven:

The Last Birth

Tis not an end. It is a birthing. And with that rending always there is pain, always the flood of waters, the passing of blood which so many fear. As eternal, the moment passed, agony will be erased in the blessedness of the event, blessedness of the new beginning.

You will come back to us, my sisters and I, the guardians again. We are four, we are one, and have been named as many things. Just as the four riders bring apocalypse, we bring a new dawn, rebirth.



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Wild Wild Left Radio #36 Jeff Huber Interview

Join Gottlieb and I as we enter the murky waters of Foreign Policy, navigated by Cmdr Jeff Huber. In the aftermath of the UN speeches, and as G20 unfolds, we will interview Jeff and get his straight talk on what our Military is really doing and why.

See you there! As always, respectful questions and commentary are welcomed.

Join Gottlieb and me tonight at 6pm EDT on Wild Wild Left Radio, via BlogtalkRadio, for an interesting hour of Political Reporting and Commentary.

WWL Radio: Free Speech in Practice.

The call in number is 646-929-1264

Listen to The Wild Wild Left on internet talk radio

The live chat link will go live around 5:15.

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The Rapture Arriveth (parrrrrrrrrrty!)

It is definitely today. Or tomorrow. No, today is right. They think. Definitely, certainly, for like totally sure, dudes.

It, like, must be true, man. There are graphs!

There are really, really, hugely BIG colorful words! LOTS of Godly rapturey proofy words!

http://home.flash.net/~evt/rap…

Best proof? Its a trending topic on twitter!

So when you hear the horns tonight, just crank that Marilyn Manson up to window rattling, turn your vibrators on high, and double toke the bong. Wear yourself out and sleep like a baby, because tomorrow we all be reborn!

60-70% of Americans: GONE. All their shit: STILL HERE.

Reborn, I tell you to the land of milk and honey errr hops and buds! I so deserve this punishment sir, I’ve been naughty, naughty, naughty. Leave me behind. Twice if you need to. I’ve been a bad, bad girl. God, you’re the boss, and I just. don’t. listen. You can’t take me.

I deserve the utter hell:

No Faux News reporters, no televangelists, no Republicans, half the Democrats with them, no homophobes, no, well, no nothing that sucks, man. (Other than what you want sucked or to suck! And no one to tell you that’s wrong!)

IT WILL BE THE GARDEN OF EDEN ONCE AGAIN! Oooooops, sshhhhhh. It will be hell, I mean.

And tomorrow……………?

The White Blight – Time to Take OUT the Whole Barrel of Crackers

Yet another fine example of Racist douchebaggery has occurred as an assault on a Mother in Georgia, and the resulting charges (or lack thereof) is a second assault.

Racist motherfucker West was leaving “CRACKER Barrel” and whipped the door right into Tasha Hill’s 7 year old daughter’s face, and Tasha pulled her back just in time. Then she politely said ‘Excuse me sir, you need to watch yourself you almost hit my daughter in the face.’

So he called her a “fucking black nigger bitch,” and proceeded to beat the shit out of her. He punched her face threw her down and kicked her on the ground.

ALL IN FRONT OF HER DAUGHTER, who was traumatized enough to feel like it was her own fault for wanting to eat there.

LETS ANALYZE THAT: When a child feels like she should have known better than to eat in a White Racist Establishment to protect her Mom, it is utterly fucking sickening. What kind of World is this?

LET ME ANSWER: A white-privileged racist world that needs to be DESTROYED. No child should have to endure a world like that.

WED: http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/…

Surrealistic Pill-Dough: A Journey into Tea Baggers & Healthcare Brighton MI

Last entry; remember ACTIVISM AND BRAVERY TRUMPS LECTURE. GO OUT AND DO IT! peace, out, D.

Cross posted from my blog, The Wild Wild Left (and I was told WWL & DD were the only 2 mentioned on Detroit’s WWJ radio report! 🙂

We parked at Mexican Jones, a small and empty restaurant I worked for at one time, when it was thriving. In the very back of the lot, there was a neglected trellis that lead to the almost invisible path that follows the waterway along the back of the business district to the Mill Pond where the “festivities” awaited.

We could hear the roar of the crowd, and the speakers a mile out. My 10 year old was nervous. “We have to walk through all that Mom? They’ll kill us,” he said laughing, but with the tinges of fear in his voice. I assured him we would be fine, as we came around the bend into the open where our wet footsteps squeaked on the slippery boardwalk that went over the swampy creek leading to the pond.

I opened my video camera as we neared the crowd, and asked him to hold my hand  in unity. I told him despite my “Liberal” t-shirt, no one would mess with a Mom holding her son’s hand, told him it would make me safer. That appeased his queasiness at being “almost 11” and holding his Mom’s hand. There were thousands there, and as we approached the outskirts, groups of ten here and five there, their wild-eyed glares, almost drugged, hate-filled ecstasy told me I had to keep him close, keep him safe. He fell for it.

Safe, from these self-acclaimed “Real Americans.”

“Don’t run your mouth, we’re here to report, not fight, Jake,” I warned him. He heard, but couldn’t help but say, “Unbelievable!” when we passed a black woman standing with a sign, standing and cheering the toward the stage from the bridge, not 15 feet from a middle aged businessman, whose sign read, “We don’t want no BaLack Obama.” “Mom why would she support these Republicans, they hate people like her, they’re racists,” his voice rising in the pitch of a distraught youth, whose voice has not yet changed. I saved the explanation that Brighton was chosen for a reason for a later date. Making it in Howell, the National Seat of the Klan for many years was too overt, so they made it 8 miles away in Brighton. They knew what base they were tapping. Hard core racists.

Then we entered the crush, the belly of the beast, circling to the right across from the roped off stage area to our left. A swarm of middle-aged whiteness, dotted with the elderly and swaddled in flags, crosses, fear and rage. A smattering of hard-core skinheads rubbed elbows with them, and were accepted in every quarter like family.

I felt like my Liberal shirt was a Star of David and I was pushing my way through a Hitler Youth rally. Yet somehow, I found myself smiling, and laughing aloud at them. At the sheer fallacy of them.

A Grateful Dead concert could not have been weirder, with the costumes and chanting, yet this was the antithesis of the vibe. These people wanted blood, not elevated consciousness.  

Living in Fear, Gracefully and Gratefully

There’s a woman who works up at the local Smoke Shop who just came in from Vegas. She likes to go shoot pool in tournaments there, and after buying a cheapy $150.00 roundtrip ticket ahead of time, and a cheap room, can usually clear $800.00 or so, and have some fun.

She looks like a middle aged cue ball herself, shiny, happy, roundish, totally nonthreatening. In fact, flying out of Detroit Metro, she had no problems whatsoever. Flying back from Las Vegas, she was detained, grilled, bullied and almost missed her flight. Her crime? She had a still factory sealed bottle of nail polish she had purchased at Krogers before leaving in her luggage. Not even in carry-on! It still had the Kroger price tag on it. They have no “Krogers” in Vegas. They have “Safeway.” Seriously, “We have never heard of Krogers ma’am, why were you trying to bring liquids onto the plane. Who are you, where do you live, who do you work for? Who do you REALLY work for?”

“Krogers is our grocery store, and I thought I might paint my nails on vacation. They didn’t care about this in Detroit!” “We have never heard of Krogers. Whats in the bottle, lady, really?”

We really accept as a society being brow beaten over Nail Polish?

It gets better. When she finally boarded the plane in Vegas, there were two, count them two, women on the plane knitting. With huge needles. Personally, I’d rather face down some “Candy Apple Red” nail polish than a 14 inch pointy steel thing. But liquids are taboo, baby, and knitting needles not. Which is more akin to the box cutters, anyway?

Then there is Van Jones. Ughhhhhhh

Throw Jesus in the Volcano

an evolutionary look at the questionable usefulness of deity

(crossposted from my blog, The Wild, Wild Left)

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History is not proof positive of the Future.

Philosophers and thinkers often default to the models of the past, trying to counter that no society has had moral structure in the absence of deity, in fact, counter that all societies have had deities of sorts.

Religion is, in and of itself, an attempt by beings to explain the inexplicable. We no longer have to do rights and rituals to bring back the sun from the winter solstice, science has taught us that will happen in spite of our futile actions. We even know where the sun goes at night.

Crop failure or drought no longer are “assuaged” by beheadings on pyramids, altars of sacrificed sheep, nor throwing Joe in the volcano.

Evidently, religion itself has evolved to some extent in that way. So why, now the plateau? Why now, in some cases the regression? People to whom the God spake used to be institutionalized. Now they get a seat in Congress, if not the Presidency.

What fresh hell is this?  

Michibaggers: Here it Comes

The tea-baggers are coming to Brighton September 8th.  God save us all, I’m going.


Livingston County is about to be invaded by a national “tea party” group, funded by big-money corporate interests intent on attacking the programs of President Obama and Democratic leaders..

The so-called “Tea Party Express” will be at the Brighton Mill Pond Gazebo on Tuesday, Sept. 8, at 3:30 p.m.

Please help us counter their negative, angry message by stopping by the Mill Pond area at 3 p.m. for our own rally in support of President Obama’s programs, especially health care. If you can’t be there right at 3 p.m., come as soon as you can.

Bring an American flag or wear an Obama pin or tee-shirt, if you have one–we still have a few available at the office. We will have some signs but more are always welcome.

We’re planning to be noisy, but rational, and not confrontational.

Please plan on joining us to show Livingston County that the real grass-roots support President Obama!

Sincerely,

Judy Daubenmier, chair

Livingston County Dems

P.S. Visit our blog, Living Blue, for all the latest political news and views.

Sunday Morning Over Easy

(I don’t usually share my open threads form The Wild Wild Left, but the music needed sharing!)

In the strange non-linear line of my brain, Teddy Kennedy provided the songs for today, without ever to my knowledge having heard this songwriter. You see, as the darkness swallowed and lent privacy to his final repose, the very last thing read by Archbishop Cardinal Theodore McCarrick, per Ted’s request, is to read the letter he sent to the Pope with Obama, and the Pope’s reply.

Talk about getting The Last Word in, and the Cardinal accentuated with intent the Universal Health Care mentioned twice. It was a consummate, deliberate act of a knowing player. (just wish he had left the conscience protection out, but then again, thats only one of a gazillion I reasons I left Catholicism, if not all organized religion long ago)

I want you to know, Your Holiness, that in my nearly 50 years of elective office, I have done my best to champion the rights of the poor and open doors of economic opportunity. I have worked to welcome the immigrant, to fight discrimination and expand access to health care and education. I have opposed the death penalty and fought to end war. Those are the issues that have motivated me and have been the focus of my work as a United States senator.

I also want you to know that even though I am ill, I’m committed to doing everything I can to achieve access to health care for everyone in my country. This has been the political cause of my life. I believe in a conscience protection for Catholics in the health field and I’ll continue to advocate for it as my colleagues in the Senate and I work to develop an overall national health policy that guarantees health care for everyone.

The press & the haters only went for the imperfect being trying to right my path part, but everyone listening KNEW exactly why it was read, exactly why he accentuated the Health Care part. The people heard it.

But I didn’t come here to talk about that, I’m really here for the music. Hope you’ll listen.  

Wild Wild Left Radio # 33 – Double Standards – Ariel Under Attack

Subtitled: Double Standards by the Haterz on the Right

Tonight we will give a brief tribute to Teddy Kennedy, but that has and will be covered by everyone, so we want to address issues he surely stood against.

While the Right Wing Mainstream Media calls for murder of abortion doctors, while Senators applaud people standing and saying “I am a right-wing terrorist” and then call them “Real Americans<” one of our own is under attack.

Ariel Attack has been arrested for allegedly vandalizing a Democratic Headquarters in Denver. Legalese prevents us from speaking about or speculating about the case. We will, however be pointing out their attempt to demonize her by attacking her left-wing views and using her free speech on a BLOG.

By proxy, our good friends at Queers Against Obama are being slandered as some “terrorist movement” and a spokesperson named “Mary” will be calling in to speak to that issue.

We have invited Ariel to call in, and one of her supporters, we will call “Ben” and hope that the barrage of idiocy from the right doesn’t frighten them into silence.

Besides the obvious attempt to demonize the Left and equate us with the Real Terrorists of the Right, we will speak to the abuses, humiliation and lack of recognition transgendered people are treated with in the media.

If we do not stand together against being branded as terrorist for upholding the right of equal treatment and free speech under our Constitution, we will lose it.

There is no Left in DC anymore folks, so we on the mean streets must support eachother.

Join Gottlieb, Ed Encho and I tonight at 6pm EDT on Wild Wild Left Radio, via BlogtalkRadio, for an interesting hour of Political Reporting and Commentary.

WWL Radio: Free Speech in Practice.

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