Thursday, June 21, 2007

Bomb the World

To borrow a phrase from one-hit wonderland, things that make you go hmm:

The Pentagon will spend $78 billion (yes, with a B) on military research this year. This month an Ohio Air Force lab requested $7.5 million to build a "gay bomb," not to worry though, it is nonlethal (unless you happen to be a fundamentalist wingnut). This bomb would "encourage enemies to make love, not war. The weapon would use strong aphrodisiacs to make enemy troops so sexually attracted to each other that they'd lose interest in fighting." Let that sink in for a moment……


Ok, are you done laughing? No? I'll give you some more time to get your shit together…..


How 'bout now? All better? Good!

If the military were able to construct such a weapon I think the first 'enemy' it should be used on is King George followed by all the little bushies.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Fuck the Apathetic Bullshittas

To blog or not to blog, that is the question I've been trying to answer lately. You see, I've started at least six posts but I always seem to hit a wall; I consider myself a word whore yet I can't find the right ones to express myself here. Before my computer crashed a few years ago I would sit down at my keyboard and just type, the subject didn't matter. It was cathartic that act of simply allowing my thoughts to exit my brain via my fingertips. I never thought about what I was typing or what people would think about it. The posts I have started have been, for the most part, angry rants and I didn't want this blog to be known as The Angry Dyke.

The fact is, I am angry, no I am pissed the fuck off! The last 3 years (computer-less years) have been blissfully ignorant; I've gotten all my news from the major networks and the occasional cable outlet. With those newscasts I learned more than I ever wanted to know about Anna-Nicole Smith and Paris Hilton except why they were/are breaking news. Both became famous because a shit-load of people saw them naked and evidently that is way more important than a naked detainee handcuffed, lying on a wet floor in Abu Ghraib, with an interrogator shoving things up his ass. No, the American people do not need to see the video of an American soldier in uniform sodomizing a female detainee; we need to see Paris fucking her boyfriend!

The following is a conversation I had with my father after the torture scandal at Abu Ghraib broke:

Dad: I don't get what the big deal is, don't you think they would do worse things to our people if given the chance?

Me: But Dad, we are supposed to be Americans; therefore we should hold ourselves to higher standards.

Dad: Those sand-niggers are chopping off the heads of our people on video and all we did was make them put underwear on their heads and take a few pictures of it!

Me: The Geneva Convention, which we helped to create, prohibits torture of any kind.

Dad: Being forced to wear underwear on their heads is not torture.

Me: Humiliation and degradation are against The Geneva Convention and it doesn't matter what they do, if we stoop to that level we are no better than they are.

I wonder if Dad would have made those same arguments if the network news had truly covered the atrocities committed instead of giving us the watered-down version.

Being back online has made me realize just how apathetic I had become and I'd much rather be perceived as an angry dyke than an apathetic bulshitta.

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Tolerance

Michael Franti is my newest obsession. Do yourselves a favor; check out his newest album, Yell Fire!

A child is born, and a mamma's torn
About the life that it's bound to live
A sun and moon and a modest home
Is all they're asking the Lord to give
But politics and big events they never seem to notice the little guy
So make a plan or simply hold a hand but don't ever be a passerby

Tolerance or violence and the whole world goes to war
Is one enough or is one too many
Before we say, "No More"
Could you ever love a pot of gold?
Could you ever love another lonely soul?
And could you ever find a love that was oceans wide?
Could you ever find love in another stranger's eyes?

Give a little
Tolerance, tolerance
We need you more and more
So lend a hand or hold a friend
That's in need of a life support
Draw a picture, share a whisper
Anyway that you can rise above
And when the end is near who is gonna volunteer
To be the last one to die for love?

Tolerance or violence and the whole world goes to war
Is one enough or is one too many
Before we say, "No More"
no more, no more, no more, no more.