Pacific Free Press was launched in March 2007 by Dutch-Canadian Richard
Kastelein of V.O.F. Expathos, in the Netherlands along with Chris Cook- CFUV radio journalist and Editor in Chief of Pacific Free Press. Cook is based in , Victoria, British Columbia.
The site is a sister to Atlantic Free Press and Brick Ogden an American Expatriate in Amsterdam has been a key supporter of this project.
The mission of Pacific Free Press is simple: to dig out nuggets of truth from
the slag-heap of lies, ignorance and witless diversion that has buried
public discourse today. Pacific Free Press provides a new venue for
disseminating hard news and insightful, fact-based analysis of the
harsh realities too often ignored or distorted by the mainstream press.
Life After Benazir
by Moni Mohsin When news of Benazir's assassination broke, my nephew gasped, "She can't be dead! She's always been a part of my life. Always." So strong and ubiquitous was her presence over the last twenty years that he cannot imagine a Pakistan without her. No one can.
She grew up in the public eye, and we all knew her through her various incarnations from pimply adolescent to the first female leader of a Muslim nation.
Pakistan's Plight
by Tariq Ali A multidimensional charade is taking place in Pakistan, and it is not an edifying sight. Pervez Musharraf has discarded his uniform and is trying to cling to power, whatever the cost.
So far it has been high: the dismissal of the Supreme Court judges and their replacement by stooges; police brutality against a strong lawyers' movement protesting the military assault on the judiciary; and the assassination of Benazir Bhutto, who had returned to Pakistan as part of an ill-judged deal brokered by the Bush Administration and its British acolytes.
Add to this the sad spectacle of supposedly reformist, Western-backed politicians assembling like old family retainers at the feudal home of the slain leader and rubber-stamping her political will: Bhutto's husband, Asif Ali Zardari, has become stopgap supremo till her 19-year-old son, Bilawal, can replace his late mother as chairperson-for-life.
Trappings of Democracy in Pakistan
by Graham Usher United States Deputy Secretary of State John Negroponte lands in Islamabad this weekend "hopeful that moderate elements [in Pakistan] can join together to have increased dialogue to work through this political situation," said the White House.
It's a tough call. Two weeks after General Pervez Musharraf banged martial law on his country, Washington's other most-favored "moderate element" is barricaded in a Lahore residence behind a thicket of police. "It's over with Musharraf," Benazir Bhutto told a queue of media on a crackly mobile phone from her lavishly furnished cell.
"He has lost the confidence of the people of Pakistan. He is unable to give the nation a fair election. And he is bent on maintaining and sustaining a dictatorship," she said. Asked whether there were "any circumstances" in which she could serve in a future government under his presidency, the two-time prime minister, for once, was categorical. "None," Bhutto said.
How the World Helped Pakistan Build Its Bomb
by Catherine Collins and Douglas Frantz Globalization, what a concept. You can get a burger prepared your way practically anywhere in the world. The Nike Swoosh appears at elite athletic venues across the United States and on the skinny frames of t-shirted children playing in the streets of Calcutta. For those interested in buying an American automobile -- a word of warning -- it is not so unusual to find more "American content" in a Japanese car than one built by Detroit's Big Three.
So don't kid yourself about the Pakistani bomb. From burgers to bombs, globalization has had an impact. Pakistan's nuclear arsenal -- as many as 120 weapons -- is no more Pakistani than your television set is Japanese. Or is that American? It was a concept developed in one country and, for the most part, built in another. Its creation was an example of globalization before the term was even coined.
The Army Wont Return to Barracks
byGraham Usher A year ago Pakistans General Pervez Musharraf commanded a growing economy, international support and a docile political opposition.There were squalls -- a separatist insurgency in Baluchistan, a Taliban redoubt on the border with Afghanistan -- but these were on the outer limits of the state, remote from Islamabad, the sanitised, whitewashed capital.
For a procession of US envoys, Musharrafs Pakistan was the epitome of a moderate Muslim nation in transition to democracy. It was almost a light in a landscape darkened by Iraq and Afghanistan.
Pakistan is Unraveling
by Mona Eltahawy At a conference on radicalization in The Hague in October, a former Pakistani foreign minister told a small group of us that he had recently warned Benazir Bhutto in a phone conversation that her return to Pakistan after eight years of self-imposed exile could be greeted by someone wearing a suicide belt.
Do you doubt my popularity? she asked him from Dubai, where she had been living.
No, he replied, reminding her instead that Pakistan had changed since she left.
Empty Talk at Party Congress
by Peter Kwong Over one thousand foreign journalists from 55 countries have gathered in Beijing this week to report on the 17th Chinese Communist Party Congress. The focus of their interest is whether the current Party Chairman, Hu Jingtao, will succeed in consolidating his power.
This will be revealed when the party announces the names of appointees to the Central Committee, the Military Commission, and other top positions, including the exclusive Standing Committee of the Political Bureau.
There is much, much to be said about Norman Mailer, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and world-class rabble-rouser who died Saturday at age 84.
But the pugilistic pensman would perhaps be most pleased to have it known that he went down swinging. He was chronicler of our politics and protests in the 1960s with two of the era's definitional books -- Armies of the Night (1968) and Miami and the Siege of Chicago (1968). He did not rest on his laurels -- though they were legion -- earned for exposing the dark undersides of the presidencies of Lyndon Johnson and Richard Nixon.
Pelosi Serves Big Money Over Workers -- and Democrats
by William Greider In terms of economic consequences, the new trade agreement with Peru is trivial. In political terms, however, it delivers an ominous message.
When faced with a choice between money and their own rank-and-file, the Democratic leaders in the House will go with the money, even if it requires them to pass legislation with Republican votes.
Even if a majority of their own caucus is opposed. Even if it means handing the shrinking president, George W. Bush, a rare legislative victory.
Speaker Nancy Pelosi pulled it off last week at considerable cost to her own reputation. How different are the new Democrats in Congress? Not very, it seems.
Piano Wire Puppeteers: The Constitution, Media & Dennis Kucinich
by Sean Penn Its been an odd week. For me, a particularly odd week. But thats another story. So, wait a minute.
Iran DOESNT have nuclear weapon capability???
So, who are we gonna bomb? I want to bomb somebody!
Didnt Senator Clinton just vote in essence to give President Bush the power to bomb Iran? If he had done it last week, would that have made her right? I mean, if she knew then what she knows now? Or am I getting that backward? Golly, Im confused.
Protesting Priests Escape Jail Before Torture Trail
by Bill Quigley
Despite calls by federal prosecutors to jail two priests protesting against torture training at Ft. Huachuca, Arizona, a federal judge has allowed them to remain free until their trial, which is set for June 4, 2007.
Fr. Louis Vitale, a 74 year old Franciscan priest, and Fr. Steve Kelly, a 58 year old Jesuit priest, were arraigned in federal court in Tucson on federal and state charges of trespass and refusal to follow police orders at an anti-torture protest at Ft. Huachuca.
What If Ingird Betancourt Had Been in Ecuador Saturday?
by Charles Hardy in Caracas
Since learning of the assassination of the FARC leader,
Raul Reyes, in Ecuador Saturday morning, my mind has been spinning.
Today I have been thinking about how much easier is the work of
a photographer than that of a writer. One snaps a picture and the picture is
there; the writer has to assemble words to try to convey the same image. Even
short stories require hundreds of individual words, each carrying a variety of
meanings and interpretations. Writing is like working a jigsaw puzzle.
Photography is taking the photo on the box.
Since Saturday, I have had a
hard time sleeping through a complete night. I awake; grab a paper and pencil,
or flip a switch on my tape recorder, or run and turn on the computer. I have
started so many commentaries and have finished none. Hence the thought occurred
to me that maybe I should try to be an amateur literary photographer, sharing
snapshots of what is passing through my mind. Not looking for meaning,
necessarily, but not avoiding the feelings that seem to be keeping me awake.
In the course of editing PFP, I'm occasionally contacted by people I don't know personally, responding to stories published here. They often claim to know the story behind the story, or claim to be at the centre of the action.
Such is the case here. I've corresponded with "S." a couple of times. I believe he is what and who he says he is. Included with his comments, photos taken in Pakistan over the course of President-General Musharraf's declaration of "Emergency Powers."
[also; Kalid Hasan, writing for the Pakistan's Daily Times says the American Enterprise Institute, core home of the Neo-con movement, and the Brookings Institute Sunday urged the United States launch "pre-emptive" attacks against Pakistan in an editorial printed in the New York Times.]
The symbol of the end of the 'Gilded Age' and ultimate refutation of Hope in the still young 20th Century, the Trenches of the First War, horrors filled with dead farm boys, a-swim in mud, blood, rats and the reek of futility was given an eerie revisiting today in Palestine. Through the courtesy of BBC television, we witnessed not the flower of Europe's manhood going "over the top," but the women of Palestine, desperate to shield their sons, husbands, fathers, and brothers from the relentless, and pitiless, and murderous Israeli Defence Force, mounting the barricade to face naked the guns.
No, it's not the famous namesake hotel heiress, but Paris, eternal city of light, ablaze in the aftermath of Sunday's presidential elections.
Though receiving scant notice in the North American press, Nicolas Sarkozy, the man who typified himself during the campaign as the French equivalent of a "uniter, not divider" has done just that in the capital. It all promises for a tres chaud Ete in the city of love.
Two National Football League stars walk away from the game at the height of their lucrative careers for reasons that illustrate the divide in today's America.
Red Team, Blue Team
There's been much written, in the wake of the recent U.S. elections, of the split in the American political psyche. Some have extrapolated this division to the spiritual sphere, making of it a struggle to find the soul of the nation. The twin tales of the departure from the NFL of star players, Pat Tillman and Ricky Williams serve as analogues of a nation seeking its identity.
Eds. note: Karlheinz Shreiber managed to stave off yet again
extradition from Canada to his native Germany. The former arms trader
and emissary for German industry, refused to testify explicitly today
(Nov. 29, '07) on matters of interest to the Parliamentary committee
struck to hear his allegations of deals cut with the former sitting
prime minister, Brian Mulroney before being let out of jail, and
allowed to gather his pertinent materials.
The state allowed he be held
in house arrest pending the outcome of the growing scandal hearing.
Shreiber, a Canadian citizen, has fought the extradition proceedings
launched by Germany for his alleged involvement with political crimes
committed in that country more than a decade ago. Here's how GR covered
the initial press discovery of the connections between Brian Mulroney
and Karlheinz Shreiber back in 2001 and a link to an interview I did with journalist and author, Stevie Cameron, who co-authored the ground-breaking book on the Shreiber-Mulroney connection, 'The Last Amigo.'
Letter from PGA Bloc Montreal to Council of Canadians Expressing
Concerns Over Invite of Representative of Mexican PRD
by PGA Bloc Dear allies at the Council of Canadians and participants of the August 19th, 2007 'Integrate-This' Teach-In:
We are writing to you as members of various grassroots anti-capitalist social justice groups that have come together under the Peoples Global Action (PGA) principles in Montreal to manifest, as you will also be doing, our opposition to the Security and Prosperity Partnership (SPP) and the leaders summit to take place in Montebello some days from now.
As allies in a broad social movement that brings together groups and individuals with various political backgrounds and analyses, we believe that one of the important steps to take in order to build a strong base of opposition to the SPP, is open dialogue about the various political positions and alliances we engage in.
by C. L. Cook There's a a newspaper cutting affixed to my refrigerator. It's from the front page of my city's sole daily, The Victoria Times-Colonist. The fridge magnets frame a photograph of a Victoria City Police officer; he's showing off an innovative pair of handcuffs, designed to manacle elderly law-breakers without breaking the surface of their fragile, old skin. And, as is most often the case, the "gran-acles" were an invention of necessity.
The brain trust down at city law enforcement were inspired to develop the padded nylon straps by the case of 87 year-old first-time criminal, Arthur Pegler, nabbed red-handed in a blatant contravention of the province's Motor Vehicle Act.
Thankfully, Pegler's despicable slide into lawlessness was caught by an alert deployment of another recent police department innovation, the coordination of local traffic police with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP), a federal, para-military force, heretofore restricted to rural detachments.
Police Assault Langford Tree-Sit
by C. L. Cook
Word came early this morning: Royal Canadian Mounted Police tactical teams and support officers from the Westshore detachment, moved in on a half-dozen protesters occupying a tree-sit in a small forested area slated for destruction to make way for a highway overpass.
Three arrests were made and there are, as yet unconfirmed, reports of injuries sustained by the arrestees. The tree-sit has been continuously occupied since April of last year in efforts to raise public awareness and bring pressure to bear against what the activists say is the needless destruction of an area of unique geological and environmental importance and cultural significance to First Nations.
There will be investigations, promise the L.A. Police Department in wake of that entity's unprovoked attack against ethnic and social justice activists taking part in the nation-wide May Day immigrant rights demonstration.
While police brutality during protests is nothing new in America, what is different in this case is the L.A.P.D.'s brazen attacks against journalists; that is to say, capital "M" media workers, not the bloggers, Indy Media types, or assorted riff raff well used to officially sanctioned State violence employed against civilian demonstrators.This time the goon squad chose going after corporate T.V. crews covering the family-orientated events for FOX, and the Big 3 networks.
Pustule of the Body Politic: Me, You, and George
by C. L. Cook
It's tempting to discount George W. Bush and those around him as something alien to humanity, some sort of ghoulish life-force vampires whose joy and sustenance is the misery inflicted on the rest of the race; but, that would be a misunderestimation of their true constitution.
You've likely heard the phrase, generally uttered by pachouli scented Sixties types as they huddle about steaming pots of herbal tea: "Everything is connected!"
Beyond the obvious, it's an observation whose simplicity conveys the answer to the question millions have asked these last terrible years: "How on Earth did George Bush become the leader of the planet's most powerful nation?"
Everyone
knows that Russian exile Alexander Litvinenko was killed by radiation
poisoning in London last month. But beyond that bare fact, almost
nothing is clear about the case. The truth has disappeared,
probably forever, into the shadowlands that murky confluence of
crime, violence, money and politics where so much of the real business
of the world is conducted. However, an examination of some of the
curiously overlooked aspects of the affair might send at least a few
shafts of light into the cloud of unknowing that has enveloped
Litvinenko's death.
Of
course, one of the chief obstacles in assessing the situation is the
fact that almost everything we knew about the case for weeks was
spoonfed to the media by the most elite PR operation in Britain. Almost
from the moment that Litvinenko fell ill, he disappeared behind a
phalanx of handlers paid for by his patron, Boris Berezovsky, the
fugitive Russian billionaire and shadowlands operator par excellence.
To handle and generate the publicity surrounding the incident,
Berezovsky called on his old friend, Baron Bell of Belgravia,
who, back when he was just plain old Tim Bell, served as the private
propaganda chief for Margaret Thatcher, as Sourcewatch reports. The
baron has also flacked for disgraced media mogul Conrad Black,
disgraceful media mogul Rupert Murdoch, and the Coalition Provisional
Authority, the mechanism set up by the Bush Administration to
eviscerate Iraq.
(Speaking
of the CPA, UK investigators now say they've found traces of Polonium
201, the radioactive isotope believed to have killed Litvinenko, in the
London offices of Erinys, a private security company. As I noted in CounterPunch back in December 2003,
Bush's CPA gave Erinys' Iraqi branch formed as a joint venture with
business cronies and family members of bigtime shadowlander Ahmad
Chalabi $40 million to guard oil pipelines in the conquered land.
This has grown into a much larger stashn, not to mention an armed force
of 16,000 men something of a militia, one might say. The freebooters
also bagged big money riding shotgun for Halliburton and Bechtel in
those palmy CPA days of yore. And as the Guardian reports, Erinys is
also active in Russia. You pull at one string in the shadowlands, and a
whole tangled nest of other dark business starts shaking somewhere
else.)
This is an updated version of the piece that appeared yesterday at Truthout.org.
I. The Baron and the Billionaire
Everyone knows that Russian exile Alexander Litvinenko was killed by radiation poisoning in London last month. But beyond that bare fact, almost nothing is clear about the case. The truth has disappeared, probably forever, into the shadowlands that murky confluence of crime, violence, money and politics where so much of the real business of the world is conducted. However, an examination of some of the curiously overlooked aspects of the affair might send at least a few shafts of light into the cloud of unknowing that has enveloped Litvinenko's death.
Of course, one of the chief obstacles in assessing the situation is the fact that almost everything we knew about the case for weeks was spoonfed to the media by the most elite PR operation in Britain. Almost from the moment that Litvinenko fell ill, he disappeared behind a phalanx of handlers paid for by his patron, Boris Berezovsky, the fugitive Russian billionaire and shadowlands operator par excellence. To handle and generate the publicity surrounding the incident, Berezovsky called on his old friend, Baron Bell of Belgravia, who, back when he was just plain old Tim Bell, served as the private propaganda chief for Margaret Thatcher, as Sourcewatch reports. The baron has also flacked for disgraced media mogul Conrad Black, disgraceful media mogul Rupert Murdoch, and the Coalition Provisional Authority, the mechanism set up by the Bush Administration to eviscerate Iraq.
From the Wall Street Journal:
Karl Rove, President Bush's longtime political adviser, is resigning as
White House deputy chief of staff effective Aug. 31, and returning to
Texas, he said in an interview with Paul Gigot, editor of The Wall
Street Journal's editorial page...."I just think it's time," Mr. Rove
said in the interview. "There's always something that can keep you
here, and as much as I'd like to be here, I've got to do this for the
sake of my family." Mr. Rove and his wife have a home in Ingram, Texas,
and a son who attends college in nearby San Antonio.
The
announcment that Karl Rove is going to resign -- precipitiously, in a
matter of days, obviously in a great hurry to get the hell out of Dodge
-- must mean there is one hell of an indictment coming down the pike
(or else one hell of a backroom deal has been cut to avoid an
indictment. If that's the case, it probably involves the politicization
of the Justice Department: an egregious thing to be sure, but more in
the nature of a "technicality" when compared to Rove's roles in
conspiring to launch a war of aggression, subvert the electoral process
and install an unconstitutional authoritarian regime. Of course,
prosecuting Rove for the Justice scandal (or even the Plamegate
scandal, which is another possibility) would be akin to nailing Al
Capone on tax evasion charges: not really the fullest measure of
justice -- but at least he'd be behind bars for awhile.
Naturally, anything we say at this point would be pure speculation. But
certainly there is much more to this sudden, panicky departure than
Rove's desire to "spend more time with his family." (Uh, Karl -- when
your son has already gone away to college, it's too late to
spend more time with him, unless you're going to hang around his dorm
or something, which would be pretty creepy. If "spending time with your
family" was such a priority, perhaps you shouldn't have spent 24/7
servicing George W. Bush throughout the entirety of your son's
childhood, eh?)
This hankering for the family hearth is of course a transparent lie,
like most of the drivel that issues from Rove's mouth for public
consumption. And he will surely continue to service George's needs
24/7, despite this "retirement." But again, such a headlong departure
can only betoken a feverish desire by the White House to avoid some
kind of major legal heat.
Or has Larry Flynt come up with the goods on some unseemly proclivities
of the porcine counselor? Would it be irresponsible to speculate on
such lurid matters? It would be irresponsible not to.
The political impact of the story will probably be neglible. Saddam has been a dead man walking for three years; and the fate of this former Bush Family protégé has nothing to do with the anti-war sentiment across the country.
However, in regard to the Iraqi insurgency as a whole, I think we can safely say that Saddam' s conviction will prove to be a major turning point, every bit as momentous and transformative as all the other major turning points, such as the death of al-Zaqarwi, the various Iraqi elections, the destruction of Fallujah, the capture of Saddam, the killing of his two sons, or Bush's glorious announcement of "Mission Accomplished" on that golden day in May 2003.
Yep, there's no doubt about it: we've definitely turned the corner now. Why, in six months' time ..
(Robert Fisk has more on the verdict -- especially the fact that some of the Saddam's chief co-conspirators somehow escaped justice: This was a Guilty Verdict on America as Well. Not sure how long the article will remain freely available from The Independent, so copious excerpts are provided here after the jump.
A Little Justice: Mass Murder Accomplice Gets Slap on the Wrist
by Chris Floyd Jonathan Schwarz seizes upon the defeat of the odious Australian prime minister, John Howard, to remind us once again how brazenly, how egregiously, and how transparently the leaders of the "Anglosphere" lied in order to manipulate their countries into a war of aggression against Iraq.
As Schwarz notes, the lies that Howard peddled in the run-up to war, which were merely echoes of the same lies being trumpeted by George W. Bush and Tony Blair, were easily disproven -- by plain facts available in the public domain at the time. Yet no corporate media organization undertook to examine the wild, warmongering claims of these leaders and their minions -- while those who did question them were derided as cranks, commies, and "objectively pro-terrorist," anti-American freaks.
Jonathan Schwarz finds the smoking guns confirming that the bloody civil war now tearing the Palestinians apart has been the aim of the Bush Administration's Middle East policy since Hamas won the free, democratic elections there in January 2006.
The Legal Pervert's Parade: Executive Privilege Über Alles
by Chris Floyd Just in case you haven't noticed before, the United States of America has become a presidential tyranny. We've been clanging this bell here (and elsewhere) since late September 2001, and have seen it confirmed over and over through the years -- with torture edicts, domestic spying, rendition, secret prisons, indefinite detention of uncharged, untried captives, etc. -- and most recently and most baldly with the "Military Commissions Act," which enshrined the principle of arbitrary presidential power in law and gutted the ancient privilege of habeas corpus. This was rubberstamped by the Republican-led Congress last year -- and is still standing strong under the Democratic-led Congress.
But now the Bush Regime has taken an even more brazen step into the light with its frankly fascist doctrine of the "Unitary Executive." As the Washington Post reports, the Administration's legal perverts are getting ready to claim -- openly, officially -- that the president's arbitrary will transcends every law in the land, every section of the Constitution.
Pipe Dreams: War Profiteers Plow Under the Poor
by Chris Floyd A.C. Grayling nails the stupendous and literally murderous folly of the Bush Regime's decision to launch a war of economic destruction against the Afghan people: Opium of the People (Guardian). The Regime is pressing its satrap in Kabul to step up the eradication, at gunpoint, of the nation's only cash crop opium with American-made herbicides.
Thus both the land and the agrarian-based economy that most Afghans depend upon will be blighted, and multitudes will be plunged into further despair: ripe fruit for the Taliban and other extremists.
"The past is never dead; it's not even past." -- William Faulkner
WATERTOWN, Tennessee The 20th century was well into its seventh decade, but he still came to the back door every time he needed to see "Mister Edsel" about some business or other. No amount of cajoling would induce him to knock on the front door. Finally, one day, in exasperation, my father told him: "Jim, if you don't come around to the front next time, I'm not going to talk to you. This just won't do." Jim shook his head, perplexed; it seemed a concept too radical to grasp or accept: knocking on a white man's front door.
The past lives longer in the South, as Faulkner, that great bard of race and sex, knew well. Habits of subservience from the days of slavery more than a century before were still lingering here and there, as I could see on my own back porch that day, watching Jim and my father.
It was like a scene from To Kill a Mockingbird; and indeed, "Mister Edsel" had come to play the role of Atticus Finch in the town: an advocate and mediator for people like Jim a black man from the country, deprived of education, shunted into stoop labor, living in the margins, forever under arbitrary threat from an uncaring officialdom or from sudden outbursts of the deeply-ingrained racial enmity that lurked beneath the placid surface of the white faces all around him.
It was an unsought role that came to my father simply because he was one of the few white men who treated black people like they were ordinary, fully-fledged human beings, not lepers or clowns or dangerous trash. It was a rare attribute in those days and it is still much rarer than most would care to admit, even in the "New South," where Tennessee congressman Harold Ford Jr. stands within reach of becoming the first African-American senator from the old Confederacy since Reconstruction (or as some still like to call it, "the Yankee Occupation").
Ford's surprisingly strong campaign has exposed fault lines long buried beneath Tennessee's creeping or rather, galloping suburbanization, where old ways, both good and bad, are rapidly being submerged in the undifferentiated glop of modern American franchise culture. But when money and power are on the line, atavism is the order of the day: ancient fears and hatreds re-emerge or are mightily encouraged to re-emerge, with all the subtle and not-so-subtle arts of high-tech mass persuasion stoking the flames.
For the stakes in the battle for Tennessee's Senate seat once considered a lock for the Republicans have suddenly grown exceedingly high. A Ford win could wrest control of the chamber away from the GOP, putting a serious crimp in the party's bacchanal of greed and graft. What's more, it opens up the possibility of investigations, subpoenas and worse for an Administration that is not only suppurating with massive corruption, incompetence, extremism and deceit, but has also openly acknowledged several criminal actions, including torture and warrantless surveillance. The Bush Faction simply cannot afford to face accountability for its monumental failures and misdeeds.
And so in late October, with Ford rising rapidly in the polls, even overtaking his opponent Bob Corker, a typical tycoon-politician with a bland manner masking sharp practice in his murky business dealings the Bush Party got serious and whipped out a barn-burning theme from days of yore: the "hot black buck with nothing but white women on his mind."
(more after the jump; plus an MP3 on a related theme at the end.)
Let Us Now Praise Judge Scalia, Who Gives Us Hope in This Dark Hour
by Chris Floyd I must take issue with the voices now being raised against Judge Antonin Scalia's contention that torture is not prohibited by the U.S. Constitution's explicit ban on "cruel and unusual punishment."
Critics such as Scott Horton have offered withering denunciations of Scalia's claims, which were offered up in an interview with BBC radio this week. But I think they have underestimated the exquisite subtlety of Scalia's argument.
Indeed, instead of rejecting this interpretation by a jurist widely praised for the sweaty muscularity of his intellect, I think we should embrace it, champion it -- and use it to put George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, and a vast host of their minions in jail.
Like the two entwining strands of the double helix, law and power form the genetic structure of government. Law is nothing but empty verbiage without power to back it up, enforce it, embody it. And power without law is nothing but a mad ape, baring its teeth, thumping its chest, raping and beating where it pleases, taking what it wants: a bestial thing, born in the muddy swamp of our lowest, blindest, rawest biochemical impulses. Disconnect these strands and things fall apart, as Yeats says; the center literally cannot hold, and the blood-dimmed tide is loosed upon the world.
We have seen the proof of this in our time. When law understood here as agreed-upon principles of justice and commonweal is treated as a filthy rag or a "quaint" relic or a cynical sham by those in power, the result is an ever-growing suppuration of greed, lies, brutality and violence. Its starkest form is evident in Iraq, where a lawless invasion based on deceit has created a hell beyond imagining, and beyond control. At home, unfettered power has stripped Americans of their essential liberties and human rights, which are now no longer unalienable and inviolable but are instead the gift of the "unitary executive," to bestow or withhold as he sees fit.
For those who hoped that November's elections might bring some essential alteration in our degraded estate, some repair of the broken strands, recent events have been disspiriting indeed. Two in particular stand out as exemplary of the ugly reality behind the bright rhetoric of "change" and "moderation" now twinkling in the Beltway air. Although apparently unrelated, they are in fact part of the same malignant process that has been devouring the structure and substance of the Republic for years.
Power Surge: Force Protection with Extreme Prejudice
by Chris Floyd
The picture shows a two-year-old
child killed when American forces fired rockets into a heavily
populated area of Baghdad's Sadr City. Pentagon spokesmen said the
operation was "force protection;" U.S. forces had come under sniper
fire from the neighborhood.
No doubt this is true; when you invade a country for no reason,
drive it into ruination, chaos and civil war, then continue to occupy
it year after year, why then, sometimes the natives will get restless
and fire back at you.
Pave the Holy Lands with Good Intentions
by Christopher Ketcham
"Razing Jerusalem, Mecca! Free holy land in Baja California! Get it while it's cheap!"
I came across this real estate notice in a copy of Take a Shit, an odd little zine published out of Brooklyn that proselytizes (if we can call it that) the notion that human beings aren't shitting enough -- backed up too much with meat, Jello, the Internet, suffering from the peculiar condition that doctors identify as scatalitosis, wherein the compost trapped in the intestines actually produces a kind of bad breath.
An ex-girlfriend had this condition: common constipation brings it on, too. Extrapolate to human history, the zine argues -- we aren't shitting out the past fast enough: our acculturations, tribal fealties, land fetishes.
According to the U.S. mainstream media and the Bush Administration, the fighting in Lebanon between Fatah al Islam and the Lebanese Army is really a proxy battle between the Lebanese government of Prime Minister Fouad Siniora over efforts by Syria to destabilize Lebanon and snuff a UN investigation into the assassination of former Prime Minister Rafik Hariri in 2005.
"Fatah Al-Islam is a terrorist organization that has been imported into Lebanon," said Saad al-Hariri, a leader of the Sunni Future Movement, a supporter of the current government, and son of Rafik Hariri. "The side that stands behind it is known, and its aims are known."