Funny or Die: "Women's Reproductive Health Panel"

Women's Health Experts Speak Out from Judd Nelson

Lee Camp -- "They Weren't Using Them, Anyway"

Lee Camp/MoC: "...Nothing"

Judas Priest, Under God!

The sanctimonious, berobed pederastic fucknozzles of the Roman Church's hierarchy have entered the political fray once again with complaints about supplying birth-control to their employees.

At the same time, there are fresh reevelations about sexual abuse of children by religious folks in ANOTHER diocese, this one in Milwaukee.

But I haven't seen ANYBODY reply to the mackerel-snappers' intrusion into the birth-control debate in the way in which I would, which would be to say:

"You vile, foul, filthy fucking hypocrites.
"You DARE to rail and rage about contraception, which even 90 percent of your on confession regards as sane, and sensible, while in EVERY diocese in the focking COUNTRY, and in MOST of them around the world, you skeevy fuckers CANNOT keep your grasping paws out of little children's underclothes?
"Fuck off.
"You can rejoin the conversation when your fucking pope and half the fucking college of Cardinals, and most of the bishops are in jail for rape."

The RC Hierarchs--anyone above the level of parish priest--should be required to register as "agents of a foreign power," and parish priests ought to be required to file a DNA sample with their local constabularies.

How Do You Spell Charlatan"? M O R M O N

Richard Dawkins on Bill Maher's show a hundred or so THOUSAND hits ago.

"Money Can't Buy 'Happiness'" ~~ The CorpoR8 Beatitudes

They ask, disingenuously: Do you agree?
Frankly, no, I don't.

No matter how "happy" you think you are now, adding a Million Buck$ would improve things, significantly.
It would make my year, fer sher...

Does it EVER occur to "poor" folks that these "positive thinking" aphorisms & feel-good bromides were composed by the rich fuckers to persuade you poor suckers to be content--even grateful-- with the scraps, rags, and crumbs they leave us?

Monopoly!

Today is the 77th anniversary of the one of the most cynical game introduction of all time: the unveiling of the 'game' into the teeth of the Great Depression. They alleged at the time it was an "instructional" tool by which people could learn to understand 'capitalism.' Telling, ainit, the TITLE they chose? Since--in the 'final analysis,' as ol' Karl usta say, the ultimate, end-state of Capitalism is always exactly that: monopoly.

As my pal, Stephen Banks (aka, "Dirk Gently"), acutely observed:

"Life IS like a game of Monopoly.

"But not a game that starts at the beginning, where everyone starts with the same bankroll and the whole world is an open board, waiting for the cleverest and luckiest to make his fortune.

No, life starts in the last 20 minutes if the game, where one guy owns everything, and he lets all the losers slide in the rent a little or makes deals that slowly bleed them just to keep them in the game a little longer; after all, he will inevitably win, and he's the only one still having fun.

Imagine if every time you played, everyone started out with the same properties they had at the end of the last game - and if someone left, his kid took his place. After a while, you might not not want to play any more."

I mean, it's just a game. It wouldn't do to make it TOO life-like, would it?

The Cartoon Conspiracy Contra The FED

Part One:

Part Two:

Have you ever wondered how in the world you can explain complicated topics such as the Federal Reserve, fractional reserve banking and the creation of money in a way that your family and friends will actually understand?
Well, the other day I was made aware of an amazing new 30 minute animated documentary entitled The American Dream. Considering the fact that this column is called "The American Dream", that definitely got my attention, and when I sat down and watched the documentary I was absolutely amazed. What Tad Lumpkin and Harold Uhl have done is that they have created a very funny, very entertaining 30 minute cartoon that does an excellent job of explaining how our financial system really works and why the Federal Reserve is bad for America.

Or, at least, why they thinks so...

Re: The Decalogue -- IS It The Basis Of "Our" Laws?

Short answer: No bloody fuukin way.
Go take a look at 'em, compare 'em, in their original contexts:

King James
Douey-Rheims (RC)
Jewish

What one observes is that the MAJORITY Of the discourses deal with RELIGIOUS ORTHODOXY, rather than seular behavior, which gets five sorta "afterthoughts": Oh, yeah, don't kill each other, don't steal from each other, don't slander one another, don't fuck around, and don't lust after the possessions of others.

Now, while one has to admit that those five 'commandments' are fundamental for a smoothly functioning tribe, the first five are ONLY about 'spiritual' purity, which is a joke, no matter who proclaims it.

Atheism on Sunday

OR: To put it another way:

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Drenched In Cover-Up Residue: Obama, EPA & BP All Stink of Expediency, Not Remedy.

Catch the BP EWWWWwave...

Has ANYONE or ANY CORPORAT been indicted for crimes associated with this abomination?
The "dispersant" was only EVER meant to sink the surface slicks and remove the 'visuals,' both by St. Barry's EPA and BP. They just threw up their hands and said fuck it: Get it out of SIGHT!
There was NEVER going to be the kind of expenditure to repair the damage that there was to "perfect" the technique that failed.
There should be heads on pikes around Jackson Square, slowly rotting in the tepid, oily air...Instead, their smiling faces are extolling tourism...

Oh, yes. St. Barry and his designated emanation in the EPA, Mother Lisa Jackson were 'tarred' in the sludge so deeply one is surprised that they don't still reek of it.

January 18, 2012: Stop PIPA/SOPA Day

January 18, 2012: Stop PIPA/SOPA Day

It is probably unrealistic in the EXTREME to imagine that a functioning oligarchy in full cry might permit the continued, unmodified, uninterfered operation of so fundamentally liberating a technology as the Intertubez has become, and still remains. We need only regard how television was co-opted, and its liberatory poitential was turned aside, to become--along with the rest of its flickering-screened scions--the most POTENT agent of propaganda promulgation ever invented.

I regard the present structure of the Intertubez as I regard the Constitution: It works pretty well as it stands, and fucking around with it pretty much invites the bullies in, so leave it the fuck alone.

--Woody, Jan 18, 2012

PROTECT IP / SOPA Breaks The Internet from Fight for the Future on Vimeo.

Lee Camp Contra ALEC (or maybe Stephen)

PBS Shows INCREDIBLE Bravery and Links Bad Weather to "Climate Change"

Watch How 2011 Became a 'Mind-Boggling' Year of Extreme Weather on PBS. See more from PBS NewsHour.

Christmas Eve On the Levee

This clip illustrats an old, seasonal tradition on the Mississippi river in south Louisiana. On Christmas Eve, mostly in the "River Parishes" (St. James, St. John and St. Charles parishes) and on the east side of river, the residents of the small towns and villages along the River build, and then incinerate, elaborate bon-fire structures, preceded and accompanied by lavish feasting, drinking and celebrations. Folks come from MILES around. Gumbo, etouffe, jambalaya, you NAME it! chers...



Depending on who is explaining it, the fires are lit to point the way for Papa Noel (cajun french Santa figure). Others say it is to help guide ships on the river, during December fog in Louisiana, while others say it is to help guide the faithful Catholics to Midnight Mass on Christmas. The probable trueroot of the practices is linked to the Roman Catholic rituals around what's called "la Posada," lighting the way to a room for the so-called Holy Family when they sought shelter, and wound up bunking in a barn.

Whatever the belief, it is still a strong tradition, every year on Christmas eve. The River parishes are located between New Orleans and Baton Rouge. When we lived in Baton Rouge, groups of us went every year, to a different village, for the gumbo, beer, and good times. The bonfires can get quite large and really detailed and ALOT of work goes into them.

Ceremonies utilizing fire are universal, these longest nights of the year, nest paw?

So if you're ever in the vicinity, be sure to find a party, and laissez le bon temps rouller, cher...

John McCutcheon ~~ "Christmas in the Trenches"

Garth Brooks has bought his oh-so-sincere whine to a new release for Christmas called "Belleau Wood," about an alleged rapprochement between German and American troops in that famed forest. It must have been the winter of 1917, cuz the war ended in Nov. '18.

It's not that I doubt the tale, exactly. It's just that, well I'd never heard it before, but I had/have heard John McCutcheon talk about and sing his trenchant (sigh) ballad, Christmas in the Trenches, about a real event in the FIRST winter of the war, the first Christmas, in 1915, when it all might yet have ended.

"My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I, I've learned its lessons well
That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we're the same...

"

The Greendale Experience (Cuz We're Prohibited From Calling It "Education")

This is funny, but 'for-profit' education, the pretensions of which this "ad" is a send-up, is not funny. When people talk about "student debt, they're not mainly talking about people who got loans to attend the local state college or university. The VAST majority of student indebtedness is owed to "proprietary" so-called "schools," like Kaplan, and Phoenix, and the rest, who sell credentials the same way GM sells cars...
With a financing plan!

The War On "X-Mas!"

War On Christmas PSA

Whaddaya Mean By "Work?"

Capitalism works AMAZINGLY well--STUNNINGLY EFFICIENTLY-- as the instrument for transferring wealth from the bottom to the top.
For "democracy?" Not so much. Capitalism is an intrinsically monopolistic program. Monopolies are contrary to democratic governance.
So wadda YOU think?

In Honor of Imaginary Beings

Probably the BEST thing one can say about peoples' devotion to"Imaginary Beings" is that it does produce some lovely and evocative imagery. Old Santa Fe friend María Móntez-Skolnik captured this image recently, around Thanksgiving, at the little "Santuario" in the village of Chimayo, in the mountains east and north of Santa Fe.

The Santuario has gained renown for the curative powers of the mud made from dirt of the Chapel floor. It's been regarded as a "healing" place for four Centuries, or so. And there started to be a problem, cuz LOTS penitents came to acquire the miraculous mud, and the floor of the chapel was continually being gouged out. So now they bring the dirt in from somewhere out in the hills, and the priest blesses it. I guess this 'works' just as well.

The lights with which the structures are festooned are called "luminarias." They're paper bags with the "novena" candles bedded in sand in the bottom. They are ubiquitous this time of year, out here.

Another seasonal/religious tradition is to build small "bonfires" in the streets on Xmas eve, for a pageant the call "Las Posadas," re-enacting the search by the Jesus family for a place to stay, ending at/in the manger. The faithful--and those playing along--light the "farolitos" to guide the "holy family" on its way.

Fyeieio: The tradition of the farolitos/bonfires is exaggerated hugely, and currently is outrageously misinterpreted, down in south Louisiana where I spoent 10 years in the '80s/90s: there, on Xmas eve, the Cajun folks spend weeks constructing HUGE, intricate, fabulous structures on the Mississippi River levees, only to set them alight, on Xmas eve, and dance, eat hugely, and drink and celebrate in the garish light of the flaming structures. It's in honor of the "Posadas" tradition, also, of course. But the (philistine) local media announce faithfully that they do it to "guide Santa" up to Baton Rouge.

Back at the Santuario: Every year, on Good Friday (before Easter), the faithful flock to make the pilgrimage to the Santuario from Santa Fe, a distance of some 20 miles, and even further. Throngs of pilgrims come from all over to visit the site and ask forgiveness for their sins. I have seen people on their knees, moving along the road-side, slowly, painfully. The SHOULDERS on the highways north out of Santa Fe and south from Espanola, and from the west, from the direction of Los Alamos, are always thick with folks walking alongside the traffic, starting on (Holy) Thursday, and going on through the night, and through the next day.

The State and local law, and the tribal cops from the Pueblos over which the pilgrims traverse (and there are several: Tesuque, Pojoaque, and Nambe', at least), keep EAGLE eyes on it. There has been violence associated with or linked to pilgrims, increasingly. One year--2002, iirc--there were even check-points with pat-down searches.

In addition to the "Santuario," the village of Chimayo is home to a large family of Hispanic weavers, the Ortegas, whose work is known and valued in folk art collections around the world. It is also the home of the renowned eatery, Rancho de Chimayo, established on the old (18th Century) family hacienda of the Jaramillo family, who once farmed the valley. They now operate a B&B there, too. My dad and the owner/proprietor, Arturo Jaramillo, were pals. The restaurant became the de facto celebration station for my family from almost the day it opened. The food is delicious (though not cheap), and available in varying degrees of capsaicin-enhancement.

If you happen to dine there, you may want to try the Chimayo Cocktail. I "invented" it, chatting with the owner (at the time), Arturo Jaramillo, after a family gatherning/meal there in the late '60s. It's basically a tequila sunrise with apple cider instead of orange juice, and a dash of creme de cassis instead of the Gran Marnier. Served up, with an apple slice garnish, and cinnamon-sugar around the rim.

¡Su salud! (y pesetas, y amor, y tiempo para gustarlos).