THE WARM AFTERGLOW OF THE NOBEL PEACE LAUREATE'S RE-ELECTION

Gaza, November 2012 (AFP photo by Jack Guez)

I don't know about anyone else, but I'm so full of thankfulness today, I could just burst a blood vessel or two.

Life in such a moral vacuum is so very entertaining, isn't it?

ENDING SILENCE

People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.

-- James Baldwin

A return to the long despair of the blogging vomit-stream, just in time for the ugly "holiday" consumption-death and yet more Israeli terror-aggression.

I can hardly wait.

SUNDAY LETHARGY ANTIDOTE

Albert Collins, "Cold Cuts," part one:



part two:

IRAQ : HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

Chris Hedges:

War perverts and destroys you. It pushes you closer and closer to your own annihilation—spiritual, emotional and finally physical. It destroys the continuity of life, tearing apart all systems—economic, social, environmental and political—that sustain us as human beings. In war, we deform ourselves, our essence. We give up individual conscience—maybe even consciousness—for contagion of the crowd, the rush of patriotism, the belief that we must stand together as a nation in moments of extremity. To make a moral choice, to defy war’s enticement, can in the culture of war be self-destructive. The essence of war is death. Taste enough of war and you come to believe that the Stoics were right: We will, in the end, all consume ourselves in a vast conflagration.

[ . . . ]

War is necrophilia. This necrophilia is central to soldiering just as it is central to the makeup of suicide bombers and terrorists. The necrophilia is hidden under platitudes about duty or comradeship. It is unleashed especially in moments when we seem to have little to live for and no hope, or in moments when the intoxication of war is at its highest pitch. When we spend long enough in war, it comes to us as a kind of release, a fatal and seductive embrace that can consummate the long flirtation with our own destruction.

BACK TO THE BLOG SEWER

I figured there was nothing left to lose -- might as well hold my nose and reintroduce myself into the vomit-stream of the blog world.

I know nobody really cares (you self-righteous bastards), but that's perfectly alright. I don't care much either.

Res ipsa loquitur, my friends.