Category Archives: social commentary/prediction

Ground Control to Planet Lockdown: This Is Only a Test

For your consideration, this longish op-ed column by Pepe Escobar, April 2, 2020, strategic-culture.org  Given ‘republishable with attribution, I’ll paste all of it in so that the entire flavor of it comes though, even though you may know much of it already. I’ve added a few bolds for emphasis.

“As much as Covid-19 is a circuit breaker, a time bomb and an actual weapon of mass destruction (WMD), a fierce debate is raging worldwide on the wisdom of mass quarantine applied to entire cities, states and nations.
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Let Them Eat Cake: a Journey into Edward Said’s Humanism

The title is an essay by Ted Steinberg published on September 6, 2019 at counterpunch.  He’s kindly given me permission to reprint it all,  given that I’d told him that not only is it one of the best pieces (a dual hero journey) I’ve read in a long time, but it really should be read all of a piece.   Had I needed to retell some it, surely I’d have made a hash of it.  It’s chock-full of the many epiphanies both he and Edward Said had experienced along their roads less traveled.

Mr. Stinberg uses plain-speak, non-academic language throughout, perhaps because the vignette begins with himself at age 13, and he weaves ‘the cake’ motif as a central touchstone throughout the progression, and along the way discovers that the indigenous in Israel had been airbrushed out of history in his Hebrew school.  I hope you’ll think it’s a brilliant as I do, and appreciate it even half as much.

As a side note, I’ve struggled not to bold or italicize any text I’d wanted to draw emphasize, and it’s been hard (smile).  Enjoy!

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How prevalent is radical feminism’s misandry problem?

I’m not a card-carrying feminist, but more of the accidental feminist variety.  I’d reluctantly gone to two women’s lib meetings when I was at CU, and thought: meh; how very revolutionary to burn yer bras.  The accidental part concerns the fact that I labored in many traditionally ‘male only’ venues: construction crews, learned carpentry, worked ‘maintenance’ for the City of Cortez to make enough money to go to massage therapy school, later built a house with Mr. wd, learned to lay river rock,  cold-chisel paving stones, and all that.  I got my first construction job after being pinched in bum by some asshat where I was waiting tables in Breckenridge, CO; I said fukkit, threw my apron on the bar, and got the hell outta there.
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We Are.

(venus as the morning star rising with la luna bella)
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‘…a case study in white privilege’; seriously? check it out

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Living in the Wasteland of the Free

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ObamaSwindleCare: The Final Payment

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the world’s oldest first-grader and the decline of u.s. education

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Seven O’Clock News, Silent Night Vol. III

Good evening; this is the early edition of the news.

In what Republican lawmakers described as ‘an easy vote’, the House today moved a step closer to avoiding a year-end government shutdown when it passed a one trillion dollar omnibus spending bill.  The Senate expects a floor vote on the compromise bill soon, and rhetoric from both parties suggested that Senate Democrats are increasingly flexible, probably due to the new leverage Republicans have gained by passing their own version of the payroll-tax-holiday extension.

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The Sounds of Silence: a Hushed America Is…Waiting

There’s an eerie silence over the land; I’m hearing friends far and near speak of it with concern and wonderment.  Sure, the chattering political classes are doing their same old pompous picayune pissing contests, calling the electoral horseraces as though there’ s freaking election next week…never asking any of the right questions, content to keep to the scripted menu of allowable faux-discussion.

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Dear Diary 2017

This will be my last entry, and I don’t know if anyone will ever read it; but I feel the need to chronicle what passes for life these days.  My last entry was over four months ago, I see here…where did the time go?  I’m going to hide it in a metal box under the loose floor board before we leave to keep it safe…just in case someone finds it one day and can hear what…well, anyway.

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