So Buhdy says go for it. “You can literally write anything you want, in any form you want, at any length you want, in the recent essay list.” Okay I will.
What happened to this country?
You, you stupid shit. You voted for dubya, you drank the koolaide, you waved the flag, you placed the magnet, you thought that’s all you had to do. They wouldn’t lie to you now would they? They’re family, just like the guy at the car dealership and the jewelry store; “We’re just like family!”
Moron America. How come our kids are on drugs? How come our kids are idiots who don’t know where ‘merica is on a map? How come, how come, how come?
You, you putz, you were asleep at the wheel; you fell for it. You believed the hype; you can’t change anything; your vote is meaningless. Fool.
Go and be clueless, wonder why you have less disposable income, wonder why you can’t afford healthcare, wonder why, wonder, wonder.
Are you ready? Really, really ready? It’ll take hard work, but it can be done it you pay attention. You can have affordable healthcare, you can have more left at the end of the month, you can, you really, really can. Just wake the fuck up, stop believing that Fox news, walmart and the republicans have your best interests at heart. Open your eyes, use your mind for more then an escape. Pay attention damnit, it’s your responsibility.
Foreign policy is the collective face a nation puts forth for the rest of the world to accept or reject; admire or detest; cooperate with or defy; and emulate or ignore.
The objective of foreign policy goals is not just to advance our “vital national interests” but also to project our values of fairness, cooperation, and morality for mutual benefit. Contrary to the traditions established by both Democratic and Republican Administrations since World War II, an important and essential component has been the pursuit of these goals with the help of our traditional allies.
For almost all of the Bush Years, American foreign policy has been the face of a dominant bully hellbent on intimidating other countries to get in line and support our perverted agendas, with little or no success. In other words, our foreign policy face has been that of The Ugly American.
To reverse this ugliness and restore our country’s shattered international image, we need Al Gore to put a human face on these international endeavors.
Why is Al Gore particularly well-suited to be the symbol and face of American foreign policy? Go back to the summer of 1992 and a young Governor of Arkansas, Bill Clinton, had become the Democratic nominee for president. Lacking any direct foreign policy or military experience (although Clinton did study international relations at Georgetown University’s famous School of Foreign Service), he needed someone sophisticated in the ways of Washington, DC and experienced in how international affairs were conducted. Gore was a member of a prominent political family, a Vietnam War veteran, a former member of the US House Intelligence Committee, and, later, the US Senate Armed Services Committee. At the time, in addition to his expertise in areas of emerging technologies and the environment, he was considered one of the leading foreign policy experts on Capitol Hill. Even his perceived “hawkishness” in foreign policy was seen as a balancing asset to Clinton’s many “flawed” character issues.
After being selected as Bill Clinton’s running mate in 1992, Gore filled a gaping hole in Bill Clinton’s resume. Moreover, his selection also signaled an important generational change in American politics — the first baby boomers to guide this nation’s destiny. From Harry Truman to George H.W. Bush, every American President had either served in or was in uniform during World War II. It is hard to recreate the political dynamic of 1992 but one can argue that without Gore and with charges of draft dodging filling the airwaves, it is not inconceivable that Bill Clinton would never have become the 42nd President of the United States. That’s how important Gore’s selection was in the minds of many voters. (Note: of all of the 2008 contenders, only one, John McCain, has served in the military)
After being perhaps the most important of Clinton’s foreign policy advisers as Vice President for eight years, Gore has, since 2001, become the world’s unofficial ‘President of the Environment.’ His tireless efforts to promote the issue of Climate Change have resulted in numerous awards. His wildly-successful documentary, ‘An Inconvenient Truth,’ won two Academy Awards and since then, he has been recognized all over the world in such far-flung places as Spain, Sweden, Greece, Canada, South Asian Kingdoms, Singapore, Norway, and England. His books and speeches on the important issues facing our democracy have enlightened millions and raised important caution flags for what ails our country. Can anyone else match this record of achievement? I think not.
In other ‘Gore News’ of this past week, there are several examples of not only how Gore has inspired countries to do the right things but individuals as well.
* In Australia, Gore’s army of climate crusaders is about to grow by almost 200 new recruits under the auspices of the Australian Conservation Foundation’s Climate Project
Gore’s Crusade Joins Forces With Durie Duty
NOT so long ago, television host Jamie Durie used to race around the clock to transform Australians’ backyards. Now he’s getting ready to join 169 other Australians in a race to transform the planet, with a little help from former US vice-president Al Gore.
Next week, Mr Gore is coming to Melbourne to train 170 new climate change campaigners, through the Australian Conservation Foundation’s Climate Project.
“I know I’m not saving lives by being on television … but it does give me the opportunity to get out and spread the word about climate change,” he said.
Braybrook College student Linh Do will join a panel including celebrity gardener Jamie Durie to be trained as climate crusaders by Al Gore
* Need more examples? In Australia, another instance of the next generation following Al Gore’s example comes in this uplifting story
Working for the Next Generation
Even late converts to the environmental cause can go green in their jobs.
Teenagers are notoriously difficult to impress, but Mark Goddard has achieved as much with his two sons by going green in his job with accounting giant PricewaterhouseCoopers. For this belated cool cachet, Goddard has the former US vice-president Al Gore to thank.
When he was a computer auditor with the firm, Goddard’s sons, Michael, 18, and Jonathan, 15, dismissed his work as boring.
But last year he became climate change services leader with the firm, looking after a team of 25 whose role is to advise clients on managing the risks associated with global warming by reducing their carbon footprint, using green technology, reducing water use and guarding against climate disasters such as drought.
* In Connecticut, one of Gore’s trainees is taking additional steps to combat the growing threat of Climate Change by involving a wide array of professionals
Opening Lecture Focuses on Global Climate Change
Does a summer of fluctuating temperatures, raging storms and dangerous floods provide evidence of climate change? And if so, what can we do about it?
Because the issues surrounding climate change are overwhelming, confusing and seemingly out of our control, SoundWaters, the Stamford-based environmental education organization, has invited scientists, academics, politicians and planners to address the effects of climate change in the Long Island Sound metropolitan region and around the planet.
The goal of the climate change series is to demystify the science and highlight practical actions for government, business and individuals.
The series opens Sept. 19 with The Climate Project presentation on Global Climate Change, featuring Anthony O. Pereira, president and chief executive officer of altPOWER, a New York City-based renewable energy integrator. Mr. Pereira is one of 1,000 volunteer presenters trained in Nashville, Tenn., by former Vice President Al Gore to present a version of the slideshow that provides the basis of Mr. Gore’s film, An Inconvenient Truth.
* The Washington Postrecently reported that a former Democratic Senator of the Maryland Senate is using Gore’s vision to assist in the cleanup of the Chesapeake Bay
For Chesapeake, a Few Inconvenient Truths
Following Gore’s Lead, Ex-Senator Uses Slides to Push Bay Cleanup
A former Maryland state senator — upset with the continued pollution of the Chesapeake Bay is taking his message on the road with an Al Gore-style environmental slide show about the “inconvenient truths” of bay cleanup efforts.
Gerald W. Winegrad (D), who left the Senate in 1995, has presented the slide show more than a dozen times. The audiences, totaling 100 people since May, have included top officials at state agencies, environmental groups such as the Chesapeake Bay Foundation and members of the public.
Despite a massive government effort dating to 1983, the bay’s problems with pollution, “dead zones” and vanishing wildlife have improved little. To reverse these trends, Winegrad is calling for stringent policies that would help preserve forests and require farmers to deal with polluted runoff.
Gerald Winegrad, left, who retired from the state Senate in 1995, presents a slide show about Chesapeake Bay pollution to teachers and environmentalists
* Terra Naomi, about whom I wrote a couple of months ago when she performed her song “Say, It’s Possible” at ‘Live Earth London’ (after watching “An Inconvenient Truth”) was featured last week in the London Times
The Unlikely Life of Terra Naomi
“I was using drugs in the ghetto of Detroit and there was nothing cool about it. There were guns. The situations I was in were life-threatening.” How she got into such a state she isn’t sure, as she claims she had a decent childhood with a nice middle-class family. She just always felt like an outsider, the sort of kid who hung out on their own wearing black and writing morose poetry, and her determined streak led her to wanton self-destruction.
At the Live Earth gig, Naomi was even more determined to enjoy every second on stage, as the drugs had made her so numb for so many years.
Such is the power of Al Gore’s personal support. She saw “An Inconvenient Truth” while she was working as a bored waitress in New York. “The next day I wrote the song that I recorded and posted online. Somebody at YouTube loved it and put it on the front page. That was in June and by August I had all these people calling me and wanting to sign me. I was like, what is happening here? It was years and years of no interest and then all of a sudden it wasboom, switch, everything’s changed.”
Official Video for Terra Naomi’s “Say It’s Possible”
* Finally, last week I wrote of an unconventional way of measuring the candidates’ support is The 2008 Bumper Sticker Primary which keeps track of all campaign gear (bumper stickers, tshirts, buttons) sold for each candidate. It showed that Gore sales were surging. From the same organization (the largest online) comes this news
It’s been three months, so let’s do an update on Democratic Party running mate choices to look at patterns that appeared over the summer. The following are running mate combinations (placed in President-Vice President order) that have garnered at least a 1% share of all sales from June 8, 2007 through September 10, 2007, making them the major contenders in the hearts of our customers for a 2008 Democratic presidential ticket:
A 2008 Democratic ticket of Gore-Obama is something that The Young Turks have been promoting for months
‘Sweet Home GoreObama’ by
The Young Turks
Back to why Al Gore is best qualified to project a positive image abroad for our country.
This isn’t August 1945 when at the end of the Second World War, the United States “bestrode the world like a colossus” and could literally (and figuratively) make others go through hoops to further its national interest. Since then, several other countries (many with American help and foresight) have joined us in the club of developed countries. New technology and advancements in other areas have improved the quality of lives for hundreds of millions of people around the world. The rise of countries like China and India need not threaten our future prosperity or, for that matter, terrorism by non-state actors our very survival and existence. What we desperately need is a person uniquely qualified to lead us in this modern, complex, interdependent world where rational means are used to achieve mutually beneficial ends.
Rather than employing the Lockean approach adopted by Al Gore to foster international cooperation on one of the most important challenges facing the planet, the Bush Administration has, over the years, slithered deeper into their Hobbesian cocoon of paranoia while embracing every “all against all” conflict – one after another.
In my mind, the person to reverse these destructive Bush policies — and one with a long and distinguished history of achievement in the foreign policy arena — is Al Gore.
(because this is more important than cowboying – – promoted by pinche tejano)
I have been politically active since 2003. My political beliefs have been progressive since my undergraduate years and despite my frustration with the direction the country has taken over the past 27 years, I have believed that at heart there was something worth saving in this country.
Let me be clear, I believe and have experienced good people in this society. I have been blessed with fiends and opportunities in the context of this society. The racial/class logic of this nation had nothing to offer me but I have had some successes suggesting that African American striving in the United States is not a total waste.
Yet, there are moments when that belief is sorely tested. Those breaking points are as American as apple pie. If you were a survivor of Slavery, the Rise of White Supremacist violence and the end of Reconstruction were breaking points.
If you were an African American veteran returning from WWI, the avalanche of race riots in 1919, were breaking points.
In 1954, as an activist for African American inclusion in the social, economic and political body of this nation, than the murdrr and exoneration of the murderers of Emmett Till, was a breaking point.
And the flush of potential in early 1990s America for African American middle class youth, was stilled by the images of a young Black man savagely beaten in the streets of LA by police officers who were than exonerated by a jury of (not his) their peers.
And now the Jena 6.
A group of African American High School students in Jena, LA after a series of run ins with white classmates and local whites beginning in August 2006, has accumulated to disparate charges having been filed against Black youths involved charges filed against whites in involved.
For me the disparate charges, inconsistent procedural actions on the part of the defense and the narrow view of the circumstances of the case all lead me to believe that perhaps this society may not be worth the effort. There are numerous works which detail state sanctioned and state supported violence against African Americans and other marginal communities.
Jennifer Ritterhouse. Growing Up Jim Crow: The Racial Socialization of Black and White Southern Children, 1890-1940.http://www.amazon.co…
Demico Boothe. Why Are So Many Black Men in Prison? A COmprehensive Accountof How and Why the Prison Industry Has Become A Predatory Entity in the Lives of African American Men.http://www.amazon.co…
The problems have been detailed, debated, discussed ad nauseum and yet a virulent segment of this society refuses to recognize the basic worth of Black life. Not all whites behave in this fashion, but I am concerned that the consistency of this behaviour within the educational system and the criminal justice system assures me of not only the inherent nature of virulent racism in this society but clearly the low grade desire to maintain it. The Amadou Diallo
case http://www.courttv.c… and the Abner Louima case http://en.wikipedia…. are but signs along the road to some seeming ghastly destination marked by
“Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.”
Why should one labor in such fields? The name of Genarlew Wilson quickly fades from (some of) our memories http://sports.espn.g… But for others of us no amount of time from Jamestown, VA (1619) to Marcus Wilson of Rome, GA. (2004 sentence overturned) http://www.louisiana… can make us forget the fragility of African American freedom and the perceived disposability of Black life. Such thoughts challenge my ability to work for a society envisioned by the great advocates of freedom in this nation’s history. It’s not that I don’t think it’s possible, I am not sure such pearls are worthy of the citizenry.
I have had many jobs in many lands, some more honorable than others. But at the end of the day, they were all amusing. And one of the most amusing ones was my time as a paparazzi. And as with most of my dealings with the world, I had to do it in style. I worked for the most notorious paparazzi in the world, Big Pictures. Some might wonder how does one become a paparazzi, since you can’t exactly put your resume in somewhere. Well, here is how to be one in London, England.
1) You need an in.
My in of course was the logical one most people have, a Malaysian independent filmmaker. He got me in the door and the next thing I knew I was giving a camera, a map and list of who was considered A List in the British Isles.
2) Rig the game.
I am lazy, some might say bone lazy. I have no desire to chase people around the city on a motorbike. Or to stake them out for hours on end. So I rigged the system. Realizing I would get 150 pounds a pop per photo of A listers doing such mundane shit as leaving Nobo or China Whites, I went and bribed the hosts. After laying a 50 pound note on them, with a promise of 50 pounds more if the photo I get runs, I was soon receiving calls about countless celebs dining at hot spots all over the city. But they can spot a paparazzi a mile away.
3) You have to develop an act.
While those who have met me say I don’t have an accent, that’s because I play an American in New York City. When back home, or aboard, I mosey back on into to my true Texas state. This worked like a champ in London, as I became the yokel Texas tourist who just happened upon English celebs. When they would walk out while I was casually taking pictures of the restaurant, my eyes would become as big as saucers and I would run over Texasing it up saying something along the lines of:
“Oh mah gawd, a celebritiy! I know you get this all the time, but can I get a picture of you? I have seen all your movie/plays/music video/television shows, and nobody back home will believe me unless I get a picture. Please, for the love of Texas, just 15 seconds of your time!”
I had this act down worthy of an Oscar. I would come back not only with perfect picture of celebs in perfect poses, a rarity in the paparazzi world, I would come back with pictures of me dancing with Hugh Grant, smoking cigs with Oasis, or being kissed on the cheek by Liz Hurley. The paparazzi firm was impressed.
They were so impressed they made me production manager and I left the field. And it was then, when I processed the photos from the paparazzis to the magazines, seeing every set, that I got to hold the lowest common denominator of culture in my hand.
4) Post-Game Wrap-up
When you leave, tell everyone what you have done, and become a legend in the industry. You might just be known as The Hillbilly, The Texan Who Outsmarted us All. As my boss put it, “Thank god all Texans aren’t paparazzis, you are more clever than the English.”
And for an Englishman to pay you that compliment makes it all worth while. That and the countless publicity stills I took with me for one of the most dense private pop culture archives on the planet.
And oh, for the love of God, don’t do the same celebrity twice, unless they are notorious drunks. Which, truth be told, is almost all of them anyway.
But I did learn something.
Impressions on Imperialism During My Time in London
When I was an internationalist punk rock kid, I had the chance to visit some rather swank places. Near the top of this list was London, where I was briefly employed as a paparazzi. Since I didn’t take my job very seriously, I was able to see the cultural treasures of the English people. When I visited the stone monument of the Queen of the Empire, I swear she spoke to me. Here is my reflections on that event.
Standing at the gates of empire, the revelation of what truly was happening in the world became both joyously and painfully clear to me. Though I am sure there isn’t word for it in the English language, I am equally as certain the Germans have one for such an event. Watching the toy soldiers in their boxes on such the picturesque London day, dark and grey as an Earl tea, I could hear the little fate on old Queen Victoria started speaking to me.
“Behold,” he whispered in a voice that even his own retainer of stone could not hear. “Here lies the monument of the last great empire before parity.”
“Whisper softly,” giggled the fate as he kissed the cheek of his once and always queen. “Please, good sir, whisper ever so softly when you mention the wonders of the Internet. For my dear old ruler of the empire of the never-setting sun, she cannot take it, for it makes even her granite brows furrow.”
Luckily for the English, they, and their dear old friends across the channel, got their empires on well before the advancement of the thundering herd of humanity made such enterprises not only laughable, but extremely adverse and absurd.
“With such folly,” the Queen finally sighed, “did we grant the masses communication instead of cake. If only my colonies had followed my advise of suppressions of the proletariat through opulence, surely they would not be getting my dear subjects in the line of fire in this movement of ages.”
She was surely right, in death as in life, in all things political. Surely, political historians will write volumes of the downfall of the American empire will be the releasing of Apranet into hands of the common man in the form of the Internet. With this most seemingly harmless of tools, we clever monkeys gained the advantage of instantanous communications across all parts of our fine little green marble in space and time.
Now when we act like the imperalistic empires before us, the peoples whose backyard we are throwing our own private party in are able to call their neighbors over for a good old fashion woodshed session. When the French stole the resources of Africa from the Africans, it took a couple of generations for the continent as whole to realize what happened.
“Pity for the Americans,” sneaked the Fate, “For this happens today with the click of a button.”
The threat to our nation’s future is real. The imperative of making this action is no less stark.
Votes or not, we – Americans of conscience must try. Democrats, Republicans, Independents all.
While I appreciate the good intentions of Senator Reid, it’s just not good enough to say “The President offers nothing new” in response.
Not good enough, when at every turn there’s another Presidential signing statement to water down or fly in the face of Congress, another refusal to adhere to rules and regulations and simply basic decency in the way our nation is being administered, and yet another dismissal of a subpoena from Congress.
Not good enough, dammit.
Impeachment is back on the table, Nancy Pelosi,
because We The People in the United States DEMAND IT.
It took some 4 months to bring the charges against Nixon. But most of the groundwork has already been done. There are Resolutions that are being held back by the Speaker. It is time to let these resolutions go forward.
Cheney first, by all means.
19% is what Congress has for an approval rating. There’s a reason for that. I have to think engaging a course of action to indict, convict and remove these criminals from Office would only help Congress’s miserable ratings.
We’ve got ponies….lots of ponies and none of that stuff that comes with them so far. Someone had to start the pootie and other critter presence. We’ve got puppies, aka bitches, so the cats are fighting back! But in the interest of mellow moods of zen….I give you mellow pooties!
Rockin’ the night away!
Friends of all sorts
Got your back!
This one’s for Buhdy!
Thanks for the new playground Buhdy and CE’s! This is great and making me think of all kinds of good stuff to write!
Ok, so the top recommended diary at Daily Kos is the hard hitting speech by John Edwards immediately following Mister Bush’s address to the nation (which I did not watch — will never watch that man if I can help it).
So now I know that America has officially gone nuts. The video of Edwards looks as though he is President, he’s sitting in a nice chair, an American flag behind him. Except … except … HE IS NOT EVEN A SENATOR! He is not in any position to make any decision in Congress right now! Aaarrrrggggh!
All right, all right, I’ll calm down. It’s just that this reminds me of the really creepy phenomenon of so many folks watching “West Wing” after Mister Bush was selected — this kind of fantasy-land where you could at least watch on the teevee what a President was supposed to act like, look like, talk like. Not having a teevee (I stopped watching after 9/11), I was never gripped by this fantasy.
Look, it’s fine and dandy that Edwards gave a speech right after Mister Bush’s speech — maybe some folks out in teevee land will wake up and realize Mister Bush is a nutjob idiot fool after hearing Edwards. I’m not against the notion of debunking the speech after it’s given.
But … but … but … isn’t that supposed to be the job of the PRESS? I mean, how have we become reduced to this — a Presidential candidate for 2008 giving a speech right after the Leader and Decider of the Free World, a Presidential candidate airing a campaign ad? An ad? Showing this speech by Mister Bush to be vewwy vewwy wrong? It is to laugh.
I am competely uninterested in the 2008 Presidential election at this time. There’s a little thing called the Iraq War that I feel is a wee bit more important to deal with, not to mention a lunatic misAdministration that will continue to perform crimes against America and the world unless they are stopped.
And who will stop them? Well, I would imagine it would be someone who is ALREADY IN CONGRESS! AS OF NOW! Which would kind of leave Edwards out of that equation.
Why wasn’t there an ad by Harry Reid? By Nancy Pelosi? Hell, by the entire Democratic caucus? Now that would have been interesting, wouldn’t it?
(Ideas are good in the middle of the night. What’s in your wallet? – promoted by exmearden)
I’ll jump in here, full tilt boogie, with a peek into my non-pragmatic mind…
Only, it’s fallow ground, not new, because I and some of my cohort of that era was asking the question forty years ago. Back then it was extreme visionary territory, but nowadays, the question just screams for an answer, but nobody is even asking the question.
So when do we come to the realization that there are NEVER going to be enough jobs, either here in America, the USA, or anywhere on the planet, for that matter, and when do we start to talk about the paradigm shift it is going to take to come to accommodation with that fact? Jobs, in the sense of wage earning, support-your-family-security, steady meaningful employment. Remember that?
Here’s the simplistic viewpoint I was holding back then, distilled down to a few essentials:
The drudgery of mindless, repetitive work is about to end, because the cybernetic revolution is on the way towards creating robots that will do all that mindless dumb dull soul-killing work. Humans, having collectively moved civilization forward to this point where we can create machines to do the slave-type labor, will now collectively benefit from the creative outpouring that will occur as people are freed from the prison of “have to have a job” and set free to find for themselves what work they would choose to do based on what they would like to do.
There dared to be uttered such radical concepts as “guaranteed annual wage”, or “living stipend”. Heady times, indeed, at the dawn of the cyber revolution. We spoke slogans such as “if it is not worth doing for love, it is not worth doing”, the point being that one’s work ought to be that which one is consumed by, driven to do, the free action of a creative being, doing for the love of doing.
So it is forty years later and much of what was predicted came to pass; the machines have indeed liberated vast numbers of humans from certain kinds of work, however these humans have not shared in the benefits, being instead cast adrift to fend for themselves finding what they can to survive.
The benefits have come to accrue to the owners of the robots, the corporate owner class and its pilot fish, the shareholders. According to the present operating paradigm, it’s OK for them to have seized all these benefits for themselves; they are the self made, the captains of industry.
Unmentioned, and damn near unmentionable in most polite quarters is the fact of centuries of civilization culminating in an operating industrial society that takes the leap into the future. The Captains merely capitalize upon the work of countless others.
Some of those others pushed a wheelbarrow, a few of the others postulated Great Theories and all worked towards some vision of a future that would be better. It was all of us, the humans, doing our thing.
But meanwhile we get back to the niggling question, how do we devise a society in which it is OK to not have a job, because there sure as shit will NOT be enough jobs to take care of everybody, at least not in the traditional sense.
So are all these people who have become surplus to the needs of the owners of the machinery simply to be cast adrift? How do we devise a culture that can value those who do not work, but merely be? How do we harness the creative drives of the capitalists so that we all can ride? How can there be dignity for those who have been idled, unneeded by the machinery of profit, but still our human brothers and sisters?
So, obviously, I’m not going to be asking any of the candidates their opinions on this topic, although I do wonder if ANYBODY is trying to grapple with these sorts of issues. These are the questions that need to be asked, and we need to dare to define the world we would like to see.
It’s like, long term, where do we want to go, and how do we get there?
I am a child of the New Deal, FDR’s distillation of yeasty brew of socialism, a lite variant that he was able, in the extremis of the Great Depression, to put forth and enforce. Subsequent policies for the next two decades augmented this vast leveling of the playing field which created the mighty economic engine of the American Middle Class ™. That middle class of which we are, mostly, descendents and beneficiaries.
So, we know for an indisputable fact, that social engineering experiment worked, spectacularly, within its context. Worked great for the Americans, anyway, especially if they were white Europeans, and to our credit, has continued to evolve towards more inclusiveness, the largely accepted vision that we are ALL Americans, in all our riotous diversity.
The unfortunate events of the past decades, politically, has been the counter revolution to FDR’s vision, a counter revolution now finally gasping to its ultimate failure thanks to George W. Bush. What then?
Do we recreate FDR’s vision, knowing that the planet cannot support that orgy of mass consumption, or do we revise it appropriately? If so, what can we agree on as to what that new vision must contain?
If there is a tectonic shift in American politics and the Dems (supposedly US) take over with a huge majority, there will ensue a cacophony of expectations and proposals, all in need of vision for the future. Who wants to take a shot at formulating a vision?
(too used to unchecking FP box, so have to promote my own damned FP piece… – promoted by pfiore8)
I’m listening to a musician, new to me. Sam Prekop… heard his music playing as i passed by a small shop. i walked in and asked… who is that. Sam Prekop. Oh.
So now i’m listening to Who’s Your New Professor. I love it. I love the acoustic guitar. And the acoustic piano. The tone… the depth of the music. And listening, i hear the electric elements there too. but it is the acoustic parts that are warmest, most intimate.
Can writing be acoustic? … a writer so intimate with a pen or keyboard… wanting nothing more than to touch a conversation…
Writing like this is the closest thing to reading for me. There is nothing hard or fast about the images, yet I know it… the room, the people in the room, the sound of voices, the lights, the smell of evening, and the crickets, like generators, humming, vibrating in the background
I wonder about you, though. You could be living on the Baja Peninsula for all i know. Maybe you’re playing it down low… down under. Ha! you could be right next store. Maybe it’s slipping into spring where you are. Or dipping into evening. my dutchman is more than 3,500 miles from here.
where’s the touch then? being able to get up and walk over to you. rub your arm. hug you. kiss you. pull your hair. pinch you. bite you. where are you????
i’d love to see how you smile. or hear your laugh… do you snort or make funny contorted faces? i want to touch your laughter with my ears and my eyes… take it with me into my mind.
wait. there’s more to it than that, isn’t there. i want more than just your body. i want your mind. to touch THAT.
so while your steeping that tea for our tete-a-tete, i need to warn you: i have eXpectations. about talk, ideas, challenges, being eXposed, being heard, hearing. no!… listening to you.
think about it for a minute. i am… i’ve been given a forum. a platform. hoLY shit. it’s HERE I AM and then some. because you should know what you’re getting into, here. you have eXpectations. so do i.
read me… love it or pull me apart. make me better. don’t come here for personality (i lie)… i want to get somewhere… i have eXpectations. i don’t want to be a shell. i want to get to you. i want you to grab me, astound me. take the damned thread over, if it’s meant to be… argue… be maudlin… but be something… feel something… be aroused and want something… we deserve to have some… eXpectations
touch you… touch me…. no smells and nothing to quell the need to touch. it’s raw… it’s writing in the raw… here, it is allowed to be. here, it is just us and there are no mirrors, just perception and our minds creating at the speed of sound who we are… who we want to be… getting closer in every keystroke…
there’s cold comfort in the electric warm touch of my laptop. the keys, the touch pad. the screen… and this wormhole mess of wires and cables, the only portal i have to you out there…somewhere.
buhdydharma, he always says here i am… well, buhdy, HERE I AM. the question is, where are all of you?
tell me a little something about yourself on this first of what i hope will be many Thursday nights… of writing in the raw.