North Korean leader Kim Jong-un has ordered the military to launch “a powerful retaliatory strike at the enemy, should the enemy intrude even 0.001 millimeters into the waters of the country where its sovereignty is exercised,” the official Korean Central News Agency reported.
“Mr. Kim’s statement, issued during a visit to military units on the country’s southern coast that faces a string of islands manned by South Korean marines, comes a day before the United States and South Korea are scheduled to begin a massive joint military exercise.”
“North Korea and South Korea never agreed on a western sea border when they signed a cease-fire at the end of the Korean War in 1953, and territory around the South Korean border islands remains disputed and volatile.”
Massive military exercises, an undefined border, and a brand new Dear Leader rattling nuclear weapons!
What could go wrong?
And meanwhile our indispensable “ally” or client-welfare-state Israel could launch a full-tilt air war against Iran and drag us into it at any given moment, even though the CIA now admits that there is “no evidence of Iranian nuclear weapons program!”
So we’re rolling the dice all over Asia, and for what?
Military exercises?
Non-existent Iranian nukes?
Don’t ask why! Just keep rolling the dice that decide life and death for a hundred million people!
But if you think snake-eyes will never come up anywhere, you’re betting against the casino.
Who wants to think about the atom bomb?
That’s so Fifties!
Dig a hole in your back yard and wait for a
snake to bite you on the nose!
Add a sauna and bake for an
eon or until you remember
the most common Chinese word for “anus.”
Eto moi prikaz!
That’s an order in 500 languages!
One of my cousins owns a farm about half way between the Marines on Parris Island and the Army at Fort Benning, and I have visited that farm just about every year since I was born, but I never saw the sky full of war-birds day after day like right now.
Those big old Chinooks lumbering hither and thither across the sky! It’s like a bad flashback to Vietnam or Iraq or some other stupid war! Same old helicopters, same old bullshit!
And of course it could possibly mean nothing, and so what if some Iranian general is threatening a preemptive strike against Israel or the USA?
”We are no longer willing to wait for enemy action to be launched against us. Our strategy now is that if we feel our enemies want to endanger Iran’s national interests, and want to decide to do that, we will act without waiting for their actions …”
It could mean nothing, but right now the sky around Fort Benning is full of war-birds, and that’s what it looks like when the Army gets ready for war.
Call me naive, but I was still surprised (and for several different reasons) by this headline from the New York Times…
“In Germany, a Limp Domestic Economy Stifled by Regulation”
First of all… “Limp?”
So exactly which part of the Germany economy is supposed to be “limp?” Would that be its penis?
Seriously, people! Do you really expect this sort of metaphoric machismo from the New York Times?
And what does the New York Times prescribe, if we want an economy with a MAGNIFICENT HARD-ON?
Newspaper of Record! Gimme gimme gimme some ECONO-VIAGRA!
And surprise! It’s the same old right-wing prescription which has failed and failed and failed and failed and failed anywhere and everywhere all over the world since forever!
It’s the same old right-wing prescription which already destroyed the American economy and turned us into a nation of long-term unemployment and millions of foreclosures.
De-regulation, de-regulation, and more de-regulation! Let business be business! (Insert right-wing slogan!)
So the Times begins with the very sad story of Herr Torsten Emmel, a hard-working florist who only wants to work work work and work his workers all day Sunday!
But German law (the same German law that has ruled the monstrously successful German economic juggernaut every day for the last 50 years) says you gotta give those workers time off on Sunday!
What a fucking outrage! Close earlier or be fined, says a passing inspector!
“It was a lesson in how, despite its vaunted industrial sector, the German economy suffers from some of the same overregulation and sclerosis usually associated with much more troubled European countries.”
Overregulation and sclerosis! And only a moment ago they were limp!
Limp and sclerotic! Round and square! Whatever and whatever! Self-contradiction is not a problem, and…
The facts don’t really matter.
“Though the German economy grew a healthy 3 percent last year…”
Wait, what?
That limp, sclerotic, over-regulated economy is growing!
Yeah, but we know it can’t last!
“…it will grow only 0.6 percent this year and 1.9 percent in 2013, the O.E.C.D. forecast.”
So if the facts won’t support our right-wing talking points today, just you wait, you pointy-headed liberals!
Just you wait!
And one fine day that throbbing hard-on of a German economy will wilt away into something more like the American economic paradigm of prosperity for the few and desperation for the rest of us.
Rimembri ancora
Quel tempo della tua vita mortale
Quando belta splendea
Negli occhi tuoi ridente e fuggitivi…
-Giacomo Leopardi
Our old friend Rachel Green from Friends has been working working working in the movie biz year after year, and the movies have been very good to her.
In this less than life-size photo of her new house, the red arrow points at a Porsche 4-door Panamera, to give you some idea of the scale of things, and in the wee pre-dawn hours almost a hundred little geysers will erupt from an underground labyrinth of water-pipes to keep all that greenery green and flourishing in the middle of a very dry metropolis.
But if you’re looking for a prime example of “the 1%” from Occupy Whatever’s inane slogan, then forget about Rachel Green! Her spot in “the 1%” is what she turned down when she didn’t marry that nice dentist from New Jersey, with his $300K per annum and a dismal pile of bricks in some boring Jersey suburb.
This man is my chaperone.
I am his polyp.
You can call me “Miss Peony”
or “Penny Slop.”
I make penis burn like acetylene rhinoceros!
You want tonsil typhoon?
Penis fit in one nostril!
Phooey on my loins?
I shall preen my seraphic oyster!
This man is my chaperone.
I am his polyp.
"Charles" wasn’t "Charles" Simic’s name,
it was "Doo-Shawn Simic," as in
" Howdy, Ma’am! My name is Doo-Shawn Simic!"
"I’m a Libra. My hobbies are
burping and refrigerator magnets."
………………………………………………………………………..
Now it’s 10 AM!
Doo-Shawn Simic writes a poem at this hour every day!
"Poetry is an orphan of silence," he begins, but then…
"Oh fuck! I already wrote that poem!"
Doo-Shawn burps and grabs his refrigerator magnets.
"Awr-rrrrurp!"
"Orphans are the poetry of silence!"
"Silence is the poetry of orphans!"
"Poetry is the poetry of poetry!"
"Silence is the silence of silence"
"Where the fuck are the rest of my refrigerator magnets?"
"Awr-rrrrurp!"
