Santa Anymana: To Be, Not, To Be

Uh, Santa . . . does that beard go over your nose?

!!

Hmm, seems to be more interest in potential presents, anyway....

And Who, exactly, is Santa Anymana?

All questions answered herein!

Did you hear that Santa was just deposed by conspiratorial competitors and Others Unnamed? Downsized. Veritably quarked!

Does this seem right to you?

This isn't some middle-management phudgepacker for I Be Em.

We're talking Santa Claus here. The Jolly Ole Elf Hisself.

Ask people around the office next week, would you? This doesn't seem quite fair....

Have you ever participated in one of those Secret Santa deals? Around Christmastime, anonymous individuals or groups donate time, money, goods, etc.?

Why am I asking you all these questions?

I do not know!

Who are you?!

Ennyway, it's called Secret Santa -- not Hey-Look-At-Me-Santa.

Anonymous love, surreptitious charity: heart 'n soul of the Spirit of Christmas -- of Santa Claus. In a sense, Santa's costume is a theatrical disguise. The costume's also a uniform, symbolic of transpersonal, transtemporal male attributes: bounty, freely given, but also power.

The exponential potency, for example, in a subtle or -- better yet -- undisclosed gesture of goodwill.

"It Works!" as some autistic guys would say -- and not coincidentally, the masters of this form of interaction and communicaton are certain autistics and other "disabled." Often the "disability" teaches lessons of energy conservation and mindfulness that are useful in elder years.

I once observed a six-year-old, nonverbal autistic boy wait in a public restaurant for a "stranger." When the man appeared, the boy showered him with attention (an autistic version of "showering," anyway.)

The boy gifted the old man, in ways subtle and anonymous (indeed, it's possible that the man barely noticed the boy's presence.)


Likewise when a child receives a present from "Santa," the child learns that a spirit of good exists in the world, in a person unrelated to the child.

The anonymity of "Santa's" gift grounds the child in a world of immediate and potential goodness. Santa is alive, not an academic archetype of masculine generosity.

The child receives many impressions of the future, of course. For most of my generation, as kids in the Fifties and early Sixties, Santa was present and visceral. He was a To Be, a transcultural myth and reality, always becoming, emanating backward in time from the heaven we assumed we'd be living: the Kingdom of the Good Father.

[That's what we get for ass uming!]

As the child matures, he or she discovers that there really is no Santa, and that Mom or Dad or Aunt Flibbert or even the Hell's Angels actually coughed up the new GameBoy or Pokemon cards or bicycle. The spell of blessed belief is mangled, heaven mugged.

The kid's still got the loot, of course, but "Santa"? . . . . bwa-haaaa-haaaaa!

Santa's a Not To Be.

Well-and-good. The world does have a few, ah, rough spots. And it truly is not in any child's best interest to believe, and assume, that everything's sweetness and light.

And there the story ends, with the kid struggling into adolescence and adulthood, having leaned the Hard Way (a.k.a. the Only Way) that there Is No Santa, he's merely Been Fooled Again.

All remaining is to slog onward through this tricksy, grim vale, eventually, perhaps, pulling the same loving ruse on his own children.

So I did. Then about ten years ago, I had a Santa dream.

It was a pretty unusual, vivid and intense experience, well-beyond my usual dream-parameters.

I was unaccompanied, surrounded by a large crowd, seated in an outdoor arena, someplace like, say, the Shoreline Ampitheatre in the south Bay Area. I was attending a lecture/concert by a late-night radio-host named Art Bell. (Instead of appearing on-air from his studio, he was on stage, don't ask me, I just dream 'em.)

I haven't met Art Bell, and had no idea what he was yakking about on stage. Next thing I know, a large man comes wading up through the crowd from my lower-right. He didn't have on a Santa-suit or an elfhat, but he looked familiar....)

He was tallish and heavyset, with a white, full beard and nondescript clothing, and though he wasn't ho-ho-hoing with raucous jollies, he was smiling calmly, confidently, emitting benevolence molecules -- though it'd probably be unwise to piss him off, a man might guess.

As he "climbed" up through the crowd, folks parted like the Red Sea.

The guy came straight up to me, leaned in close, spoke a few kind, encouraging words, then passed on through the crowd.

What did he say?

I don't remember.

DUH!!

Oh well. Maybe whatever he said wasn't really important. It's something less defineable about his presence that stays with me.

That was it. He moved off, and next thing I knew, a little knot of people clustered saying stuff like, "He spoke to you!" and so forth. I woke up, kinda confoozled, peeled off my Beauty Mask, cursed the clock, and scribbled the gist down, knowing I'd forget it in minutes.

Now, I'm not saying this guy was the Kringlemeister Hisself -- but he was Somebody Important, even a blind squirrel like yoors trooly got that nut.

I especially dug meeting him in the Ridiculous Context of a "rock concert" headlined by a talk-show host . . . where the real Celebrity was in the audience.

One might speculate that I "called up" some latent shard of Santa from my boyhood, and re-activated him. And, in part, I guess that's so. But without the "anonymous-love" that others gifted me as a child -- without the "illusion" of Santa they sustained, and without the disappointment of growing out of him -- there would have been nothing to "call up" later, neither in dream nor elsewhere.

Santa was hibernating in my life, a psychopompus paterni, biding until my age ripened, until my fatherly inheritance, greatest gift.)

Santa Claus is a megacultural timebomb, a beautiful barb, and ale-ee-yun implant. He exists only partly to delight children. He's also a container of masculine grace-full-ness for boys and young men to grow into, as fathers, step-fathers, and mentors.

As the photo above shows, to many small Western kids, Santa is a primary imprint of male benevolence and authority (he knows if you've been bad, no kidding.) He's a figure of trust but also of awe. When presented traditionally, and not comically or commercially, children sense his divine aspect, even those unafraid.

Santa has been demoted since my childhood encounters in the Fifties, with losses in Christian and masculine influences in America.

But he ain't ded yet!

Santa Claus is a way of saying to men that there are many ways to help kids. He's much more powerful than Everyman. He's Anyman.

He was, then he wasn't, then he always will be.

So, Sarah, even though big-brother "Orion says" . . . why not luxuriate in one last year of communion with Santa? It's a long way between wells in this desert. Drink long and deep, before your forgetfulness.

The concerts come, the concerts go, stage of worlds. The venues and headliners change but love cannot be killed, only given up on.

We sit on Santa's lap and, overwhelmed and distracted, forget his words, and even his looks. Then we slide on down and wander away, some new treasure waving in hand and lifetimes to fill -- and not until later . . . much later, long after the treasures are gone . . . do we remember him again, the kept promise in his voice, the affirmation of his face.

For Sarah, Ben and Orion

Solstice, Christmas 2005

Ho Ho Ho: Gettin' Froggy

Not very Christmasy, I admit, but business is business . . . found an essay called "Frogs From the Dragon's Throat," which identifies the endtime-antichrist -- or Gog from the Bible's Revelation -- as Amazons. Amazons connoted not only literal warrior-women, but also matriliny and matriarchy in general. (Interestingly, the author doesn't connect these forces with modern manifestations of amazonism, such as figures in popular film or feminism.)

Crocodiles are mentioned prominently in the essay, as is Lake Van (Ban), snake-women, the Cabiri, the Minoan/Cretan Telchines, the matriarchal Picts, and the feminine Shadow as Hecate, Medea, Circe, the Gorgons, and the Norse goddess Freya.

In regard to recent Ragnarok posts herein, and to Manson's Christmas 2000 artwork:


This would now explain why terms such as "cock/chick/cucu" and even "egg" itself appear rooted in "gog." But as you can see that "Easter egg" is rooted in Ishtar, the Gogi (and the worshipers of Rod) stem from Ishtar, the Great Mother of the occult, and the Bible's Babylon the Great.

Hecate was a symbol of the Taurus Gorgons, and she is said at times to have given birth to Circe (eponym of Circasia/Caucasia), she in turn being not only the mother of Gorgons, but of the Romans who would rule the world under the power of the Revelation-12 dragon...who in turn is the "prince" of Daniel 9:26-27. That Roman prince is associated with "abominations," even as Babylon the Great is said to be the "mother of abominations. Yet the occult depicts her as a virgin. Take your pick as to who you're going to believe.

On the above website, there is also a picture of the same coat of arms that uses a two-headed phoenix bird instead of the dragon. . . .

The circle/wheel is nothing but a serpent in this case, with tail in it's mouth (called an "Ouroboros" dragon), this representing the global/universal reach of the bloodline, or that the universe belongs by right to this bloodline. To connect the Veres, the Redones, and the Danann to Scandinavians, we find that the Ourobos was "First discovered in Egypt, and later in Greece, it is the symbol of the universe. A similar dragon is his Norse cousin the Midgard Serpent [of Loki] whose huge body circles the entire world."



The "cock" or "chick" appears in the artwork as the cockatrice or chickatrice, and the "eggs" as "segmented scales" of the Midgard Worm.

"Frogs From the Dragon's Throat" seems to link re-establishment of the "Gogi" primal feminine elements (the old goddess or Great Mother) to Biblical endtime prophecy from Daniel and Revelation, especially concerning a "primal sea-serpent" that, at one crucial level, is an ancient gynocentric alliance -- perhaps of Ban gorgonites and Atlantean/Telchine magickians, a neo-reptilian, predatory strata re-arisen from collective psychosocial depths.

The "Frogs" essay infers various ancient, occult society/Masonic connections, and prior posts here discussed Manson's artpiece and the occult lineage of Charleston, South Carolina, from which the "cockatrice" seems to emerge.

Manson's artwork and "Frogs From the Dragon's Throat" both depict a North America Babylon of present or near-future.

Geez. Well, I warned you. Not exactly jing-jing-jingle. . . .

But it sounds like a ho-ho-ho!

Dark Mutterings Against Mr. Horn I Blew

little dynamo was much gruntled in Christmas Spirit until learning today of the sinister plot against our own Beloved Santa by assorted Scumbags and Stealers trying to besmirch his name, "damage Santa morale,"and indeed take Kringle down.

For godsake: chimney-climbing, icy roofs, lugging presents . . . not a Picnic folks . . . then here come the Cheets and Sneeks and Theefs with their "fell in a Santa-like style" nepotic gibberish, their anti-Santi orwellian triplespeak, all a smokescreen to STEAL from SANTA CLAUS! -- an elaborate, cunning -- and unfortunately successful -- plot to "keep him from winning again."


So . . . after his many years of service, after all he's given us, we've left the poor, discarded, unkinged man to lash out feebly in his own defense.

Last night Mrs. Claus and all the Elves moved to an Eskimo hut. How does that make you feel. Hmm?

Santa just wanders around the workshop, shaking his head and smoking Chesterfields. Even the reindeer won't talk to him anymore. They snicker amongst themselves, call him "Ron." "Hey Ron!" they go, real soft, and when Santa turns to respond, they crop bushes, go mute, act like he's crazy.

Well oh, 'tis a wintry world: by hamstring the hindlings fall!

Poor Santa. Gone on the dole!


Santa Wars as deposed British world champ fumes

Sun Dec 18,10:22 AM ET

LONDON (AFP) - The British Father Christmas who lost his Santa of the Year world crown has lashed out, citing a suspected campaign to stop him from winning again that has damaged "Santa morale".

Ron Horniblew, 70, has been authorised by the Master Santa in Greenland and is part of the elite international Santa circuit who compete at the Santa Winter Games, where up to 50 Father Christmases compete for the world title.

Estonian accordionist Aare Rebban grabbed the crown "amid dark mutterings of political voting, professional jealousy and backbiting", The Mail on Sunday newspaper said.

At the Games in Gallivare in Swedish Lapland, Santas sled, race reindeer-drawn sleighs, eat porridge -- with a splash on the beard earning instant disqualification -- climb chimneys and deliver presents under the watchful gaze of a panel of judges.

Horniblew said it all came down to the reindeer sled race.

"You go up two at a time, head-to-head," he told The Mail on Sunday.
"I was up against the Estonian and I won the race. He actually fell off his sleigh. But he got awarded extra points for falling in a particularly Santa-like style.

"I was pretty miffed at that, I can tell you."

Horniblew revelled in his world title win the previous year but revealed just how tough it is at the top.

"We are all very serious. It's not a fun thing. These guys are all Santa Claus in their own right in their own countries," he said.

Indeed, Horniblew is deadly serious about Santa. Uniformed Santas must not smoke, drink alcohol, or swear.

To be accepted, a potential Father Christmas has to pass the official Santa Test by proving one's charity work or grotto experience.
"I've had it written into my wedding vows that I'll be out being Santa on Christmas Day," Horniblew said.

"When I die, I want my suit, with my authorised badge and Winter Games medals, to be draped over my coffin and my Santa boots sat on top."

Peanut's Big Day

In her post "Clouds Clear My Coffee," Egg Salad Annie informs us of Santa's Early Arrival disguised as seven-year-old son Ben's recent takeover of . . . er I mean visit to . . . the clinic, for sensori-motor and speech therapy.

Ben is mostly non-verbal, in the sense of speech/phonemes, but uses a tonal, preverbal lingo that is very expressive, if not syntactically elegant. Access to an experienced and open speech therapist is very important for Ben now, because his tonal expressions are becoming more varied, and he's used sign-language indicating his desire to speak. He's already capable of speech under certain circumstances. In those cases, great effort is required, often under strong emotional motivation.

I can't think of a better Christmas present than weekly visits to a speech and occupational therapist. The gift of hope.

little dynamo is very happy with Santa this year!

Ben deserves it, and so do many others like him. He gets very little understanding and acceptance outside his homelife -- despite the fact that he's an engaging, beautiful, brilliant boy. Even if he weren't autistic, however, he'd be a puzzling, and perhaps disturbing, child to some people. He didn't fit in at a mainstream school (couldn't possibly have, and no doubt it was torture for him.) In many public contexts, Ben is considered a nuisance, curiosity, or object of pity -- all of which he senses and processes, by the way.

He needs exposure to "general public" environments that are positive and accepting, where people are glad to see him each week, looking forward to his company. His new occupational/speech therapy sessions look like great transitional bridges to other environments in which Ben's gifts can be acknowledged and shared.

As amazing as Annie's vignette about Ben and the girl with cerebral-palsy was, I wasn't surprised to hear it. I've seen him do likewise elsewhere. He ain't fakin'. Accompanying and observing Ben in public is often unique, instructive, humorous, touching, and astounding simultaneously.

Hooray for Ben-O! I was glad to hear about your Big Day, Peanut. Be joyful in many more.

Doctor Saturno Checks In

-- photo stolen from the Bob Dylan Critical Corner


So far, so good for the Novelty Theory of those psychonaut psupremes, the brother-act Dennis and Terence McKenna: today Zimmy the Bobhead's new weekly gig as DJ for something called XM Satellite Radio was announced.

The Erk-ometer above little dynamo's bedstead -- there next to Elmo and the replica of George the Monkey -- clongs and thrings and a-tinkles and a-twangs constantinually, in its hopeless and pitiful effort to keep pace with the Weirdness drenching everything, here in this Night of The Expanding Man.

That Man is increasingly autistic, blooming both-ways, with plug-ins for determinism and teleology. Conserved in "nature" as shock troops, as rapid-deployment innovati, responders to crisis or great stress, they are walking Specialists First Class, intentional variants that introvert consciousness and refold time like a bologna sandwich.

Here's Wikipedia's summary of Novelty Theory:

That the universe is a living system with a teleological attractor at the end of time that drives the increase and conservation of complexity in material forms.

That novelty and complexity increase over time, despite repeated set-backs, in a process similar to

punctuated equilibrium in biology.

That the human brain represents the pinnacle of complex organization in the known universe to date.

That fluctuations in novelty over time are self-similar at different scales. Thus the rise and

fall of the Roman Empire might be resonant with the life of a family within a single generation, or with an individual's day at work.

That as the complexity and sophistication of human thought and culture increase, universal novelty approaches a Koch curve of infinite exponential growth.

That in the time immediately prior to, and during this

omega point of infinite novelty, anything and everything conceivable to the human imagination will occur simultaneously.

That the date of this historical endpoint is December 21, 2012, the end of the long count of the Mayan calendar. (Although many interpretations of the "end" of the Mayan Calendar exist, partly due to abbreviations made by the Maya when refering to the date, McKenna used the solstice date in 2012, a common interpretation of the calendar among New Age philosophers, although this date corresponds to such an abbreviation rather than the full date. See Mayan Calendar for more information on this controversy.)

OK, we will.

Oldest Maya Mural Uncovered in Guatemala

By RANDOLPH E. SCHMID,

AP Science Writer

1 hour, 49 minutes ago [12/13/05]

WASHINGTON - Archaeologist William Saturno said Tuesday he was awe-struck when he uncovered a Maya mural not seen for nearly two millennia. Discovered at the San Bartolo site in Guatemala, the mural covers the west wall of a room attached to a pyramid, Saturno said at a briefing.

Doctor Saturno, Papatiempo's Baby Boy!

Kronus' Kid, looking into a past that stares right back at him!

In brilliant color, the mural tells the Maya story of creation, he said. It was painted about 100 B.C., but later covered when the room was filled in.

"It could have been painted yesterday," Saturno said in a briefing organized by the National Geographic Society, which supported his work and will detail the finding in the January issue of its magazine.

Saturno, of the University of New Hampshire, first reported discovery of the site in 2002 when he stopped to rest in the jungle, taking shelter in an old trench that turned out to be part of the ancient room.

Since then the west and north walls have been uncovered. The room's other walls had been demolished and used for fill, he said. The west wall was the centerpiece of the room, Saturno said.

The mural includes four deities, which are variations of the same figure, the son of the corn god.

[image below added]

As Saturno explained it: The first deity stands in the water and offers a fish, establishing the watery underworld. The second stands on the ground and sacrifices a deer, establishing the land. The third floats in the air, offering a turkey, establishing the sky. The fourth stands in a field of flowers, the food of gods, establishing paradise.

Instead of trinity a quaternity, with the Shadow or "dark matter" included, a la medieval alchemist Gerhard Dorn, or "analytical psychologist" C.G. Jung, who posited a hidden, psychoid fourth dimension, knit-together by purposeful novelty: a City of Synchron.

Another section shows the corn god crowning himself king upon a wooden scaffold, and the final section shows a historic coronation of a Maya king.

"Maya" is the Hindu/Buddhist idea of material illusion, and also suggests the pre-European sacrificial axis mundi or "May Pole," here found in Mesoamerica. (The symbol is widespread -- the Tarahumara, or Raramuri, native peoples of Northern Mexico, for example, use the ceiba tree as cosmogonic axis, especially in ancestral/fertility rites.)

Some of the writing can be understood, Saturno said, but much of it is so old it is hard to decipher.

Nearby, archaeologists led by Guatemalan Monica Pellecer Alecio found the oldest known Maya royal burial, from around 150 B.C. Excavating beneath a small pyramid, that team found a burial complex that included ceramic vessels and the bones of a man, with a jade plaque — the symbol of Maya royalty — on his chest.

If the McKennas' Novelty Theory holds up -- and so far, so weird! -- then no equilibrium of weirdness will ever be reached . . . just more revelations by Doctor Saturnos of Mayan godkings, and more God Shamgods hooping-it-up for the Wizards.

. . . Until finally, in 2012, the novelites are spent, the last scintillae is released, and time shudders to a stop like a gassed Caddy.

In the next handful of years, it apparently gets so ceaselessly rhomboid that even the Great Foozler in the Sky throws up his hands and gives.

'Roo, Jeans Arrested; Rabbit Runnin'

In a bizarre synchronicity -- perhaps in parallel with the anniversary of another tragedy, John Lennon's assassination -- A.P. reported that Captain M. Kangaroo and Mister Green-Jeans were arrested this morning in Hollywood for assault, attempted rape, corrupting the morals of an inanimate object, and attempted murder.

The victim (shown above, under ritual attack), Mr. Dance Ng Bear, of Malibu, California, was treated and released from Central Hospital with "minor injuries," including two half-eaten bearclaws and a swollen nose.

Ray Dio, hospital spokesperson, issued a press release declaring immediate War on Cake.

Dio added that injuries were "always minor" when they happen to someone else.

"Quote me on that," he said.

Bear, in seclusion, released a statement through the locol law firm of Bato, Bato, and Bespayup.

"It was some sick ritual they were into," said Bear. "We hid it for years. They kicked the stuffing out of me."

Green-Jeans is lodged at the San Berdoo Zoo.

Police report his only comment as, "It's all in the Hat."

Kangaroo, deceased since 2004, was being held in Protective Custody at an Undisclosed Location.













An associate, Grandfather Clock, said, "Those days are gone, hippie. Deal. I don't have time for the drama."

A glowering Clock, obviously ticked off, waved away further comment.

Finally -- and most hurtfully for this reporter -- both Kangaroo and Green-Jeans, in sworn statements, fixed responsibility for the attempted hit on the occult society's Mastermind, Bun E. Rabbit, and on a deeper, even more sinister figure, a Shadow whose name cannot even be mentioned (but there are antler-tracks everywhere.)

Did we mention the name can't be mentioned?

Ok, well . . . one hint, then . . . rhymes with Sister Foos.

Rabbit, currently a fugitive, is armed with turnips and carrots, and should be considered.

"Silence is Health"

At first, I didn't take it seriously -- like a mediocre clown at an edge-of-town carnival.

Got up close, noticed his smile was paint.

Twenty years ago, I wouldn't have given this story or photo two looks. Chuckle, move on to sportspage.

Following is a recent post titled "Got Ya Covered" from Egg Salad Annie's blog.

Annie asks the right question -- the central inquiry of, say 2001: A Space Odyssey: what does the condomument DO -- and if having function, is the monolith's function changed when sheathed in a pink Trojan?

LOL!

. . . . And speaking of Trojans . . . didn't they fall -- and hard --for this before?

Worthy questions for 21st Century folks, especially if they want their grandkids to see # 22.

Annie's comments are in blue italics:


[Now that's a lotta latex!]

Giant condom overlooks Buenos Aires on AIDS Day

Staff and agencies

04 December, 2005

Ely Times

Thu Dec 1, 11:02 PM ET

BUENOS AIRES, Argentina - Sightseers in Buenos Aires got a shock on Thursday when the city‘s most famous landmark, the obelisk, was covered with a giant pink condom on World AIDS Day.

City officials used cranes to unfurl shiny pink cloth over the monolith in a campaign promoting condom use to prevent infection with the HIV virus that causes AIDS.

"It seemed like we could have the biggest impact by putting a condom on the most important symbol of the city," said Sandra Castillo, an organizer of the campaign.


Why is an obelisk the most important symbol of the City?? And why sexualize the monument? I have a very strange feeling about this whole thing - but can't even yet identify why this story is somehow symbolic of so many things that are psychotic about the current state of the World.
The obelisk, which is identical to the Washington Monument but smaller at 220 feet (67 metres) tall, is a popular tourist site.

[hm. But what does it *do* ? And why do people want to visit it? Does it transmit happy thoughts or something??]


Its colorful tip could be spotted from office buildings several blocks away.

Vilma Torres, an Ecuadorean tourist taking snapshots of the structure, said the sight was an unexpected surprise.

AIDS killed 66,000 Latin Americans in the past year, according to a U.N. report. In Argentina, the number of reported AIDS cases has fallen 45 percent since 1996, the Health Ministry said on Thursday, and the leading cause of infection was unprotected sex.

Esteban Jubitta, 18, considered the obelisk stunt in bad taste."Using this moment to make a sort of joke, it‘s showing a bit of lack of respect," he said.

Yes, Esteban - I was thinking that the cost must have been enormous. And while prevention strategies are very important, the money could have been better used.

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This obelisk is the largest landmark in Buenos Aires, situated at the city's "heart." Occult/magickal, libidic, aboriginal, Spanish, and neofascist dimensions commingle in Buenos Aires' alchemical, cultural retort. For at least the last decade, the city also hosts "sex-tourism."

Like Annie, I think the "cloaking" of the obelisk is intentional, implicative far beyond mere recognition of World AIDS Day, and representative of a form of mass-psychosis in modern Western cultures.

It's also, very likely, an occult Masonic message concerning the "risen goddess," and part of a longstanding and ongoing mass-manipulation Mindfuck called the "Strategy of Tension."

Wikipedia informs that last November 1 the obelisk finished being "restored," and that:

For some time during the 1970s, during the Peronist government of Isabel Martínez de Perón, a ring-shaped sign was hung around the obelisk, with the motto El silencio es salud (Silence is Health). Although it was allegedly geared against motorists creating excessive noise, it was widely interpreted as a statement calling Argentines to refrain from expressing their political views.


Ah. "Silence is Health."

Shut your fucking mouth and you might stay alive -- though perhaps not out of the torture houses.

When a female junta-Presidente hangs a command for silent obedience around a phallic monolith in the plaza central, it's a technique of mass subjugation, directed primarly at Argentinian men, but broadly at Western males and the masculine/spiritual principle collectively.

Central and South America have brutal histories, past and current, but Isabel Peron appears to inaugurate an Era of Kali under a Terrible Goddess, fronted by secret societies, Western intelligence operatives, key military-industrial and media-government contacts, elements in the Vatican, the Mafia, and assorted other players, including American Presidents (yawn what else is new?)

Just about everybody, 'cept the neighbor's pooches and your third-cousin, apparently!

America, of course, pursues a "Strategy of Tension" in unique hydra-headed diversity -- overtly, in Unicorp and the Prison Industrrial Complex, for example, and covertly -- like hanging strings of severed ceramic penises from the ceiling of the Boulder Public Library, where schoolkids troop by . . . and calling it one's "artistic awareness statement," an aspect of "Domestic Violence Prevention."

In 1974 Juan Peron's third wife, Isabel, assumed" Argentina's Executive Office, becoming, accroding to Wikipedia, the first female President of this planet.

Consider that sentence, then match it with "Silence is Health" threats under a far-right regime. Paste in the current phallic obelisk enclosed in a huge pink "condom."

In it's article on the lovely Isabel, Wikipedia reports:

It was also around this time that Isabel met José López Rega, an occult philosopher and fortune teller. Isabel was quite interested in such matters, so the two quickly became friends. Under pressure from Isabel, [Juan] Perón appointed López as his personal secretary.

[brackets added]


Wikipedia further informs that, in addition to his position as Argentina's "Minister of Social Welfare," the versatile Mr. Rega -- popularly known as El Brujo (The Witch) -- founded "Triple A," the Argentine Anti-Communist Alliance.

As purportedly uncovered by Italian Police in 1991, El Brujo was also a member of the notorious P2 Masonry Lodge -- the Propaganda Due (Propaganda Two) society with deep ties to the Mafia, the Vatican and its Bank, far-right regimes, and Western Intelligence organizations including the CIA and the National Security Council.

P2 in Argentina, Italy, and other "independent" countries was (and assumedly still is) hip-deep in the global arms and drugs trades -- under cover of "fighting Communism" and "spreading democracy."

Here's part of an interview with RAI journalist Ennio Remondino and former CIA agent Richard Brenneke (Q = Remondino) --

Q: Excuse me, but your statements are very serious. You say that the P-2 was a creation, the financial and organizational arm of the CIA to destabilize, to run cover operations in Europe?

Richard Brenneke: There is no doubt. The P-2 since the beginning of the 1970s was used for the dope traffic, for destabilization in a covert way. It was done secretly to keep people from knowing about the involvement of the U.S. government. In many cases it was done directly through the offices of the CIA in Rome and in some other cases through CIA centers in other countries.

Richard Brenneke: "The P-2 was involved in the operation for which I ended up in court, that is the delay in the liberation of the American hostages in Iran in 1980" (known as "

October surprise").

The Wikipedia entry continues:

Richard Brenneke claims to have met Licio Gelli in Paris in October 1980, in relationship to the "October surprise". According to him, William Casey, who would later become head of the CIA but was at that time manager of the Reagan-Bush campaign, was present, as well as Donald Gregg, who became ambassador to South Korea but at that time worked for the CIA and the National Security Council.

Also interviewed, Ibrahim Razin claimed that three days before Swedish prime minister's Olof Palme's assassination, in 1986, Philip Guarino, member of the Republican circle around George H.W. Bush, received a telegram signed by Licio Gelli and sent by one of his men, Ortolani, from "one of the southernmost regions of Brazil". The telegram said: "Tell our friend that the Swedish palm will be felled."

According to Ibrahim Razin, "P-2 was at the center, one of the main participants in the illegal arms traffic, which was connected to the drug traffic from the outset. P-2 also made a substantial contribution to the recycling of large amounts of money used for this arms and drugs traffic from one country to another."

Licio Gelli, to take one shining example, is Grand Master of P2 and a Knights of Malta member -- at least if still alive -- and was liaison officer between Mussolini's Black Shirts and Hermann Goering and the Krew. Gelli is sometimes called The Puppetmaster.

He's not DeNiro in the movies, ok?

Lotsa blood and screaming. People actually die.

Gelli is linked to the 1980 Bologna Railway bombing as part of the infamous "Strategia della Tensione" mass-psychological tactic, described by Wikipedia as:

. . . a way to control and manipulate public opinion using propaganda, disinformation, psychological warfare, agents provocateurs and terror. Coined in Italy during the trials of the 1970s and 1980s terror attacks and murders committed by neofascist terrorists (such as Ordine Nuovo, Avanguardia Nazionale or Fronte Nazionale) backed by deviated intelligence agencies or NATO's secret "stay-behind" networks ("Gladio"). The bombings were part of a strategy to promote an authoritative government, opposing any "historical compromise" between PCI and DC.

The night before the Buenos Aires Condom story appeared, I happened to be reseaching the "mytho-historical" Babylo-Assyrian Queen Semiramis. She ruled circa 600 BCE, but personifies a gynocentric/gynocratic regression, a facet of the feminine collective unconscious that's atemporal and psychologically dominant in tens-of-millions of modern Western females . . . and thus an immediate and very real power indeed.)

The Sumerian translation of Semiramis means "Gift of the Sea" -- reminiscent of this blog's recent posts on Jormungandr, the globe-encircling sea dragon, Midgard Serpent, Leviathan, etc.

Semiramis was "daughter of the sea-goddess" -- suggesting a figure like Tiamat, the primeval, oceanic Chaos Dragon who stalks the terrestrial and celestial "seas." The male deity "Marduk" defeated her, initiating cosmic order.

The Hydra, as discussed previously, is a transoceanic, multi-headed entity composed of interlocking (think scales!) ancient ritual/occult organizations with overlapping interests, leaders, and fronts. P2 Masonry is one head, or scale, of the Great World Worm.

In the 18th Century Italian graphic above, Semiramis is depicted as an armed Amazon.

That's not an accident, nor a mistake.

Her body language is challenging and warlike: the feminine Shadow externalized, Laura Bush preaching female-empowerment, Hilary eyeing the White House, the smothering command of La Presidente Isabel Peron hanging over Buenos Aires.

Modern folks, in techno-rationalistic false-comfort and naivete, consider Amazons "mythical beings" (when considered at all! lol)

In our times a competent Greek philosopher might call Semiramis an "empowered feminist" -- or the Spirit of Feminism itself.

Wikipedia comments:

The name of Semiramis came to be applied to various monuments in Western Asia, the origin of which was forgotten or unknown (see Strabo xvi. I. 2). Ultimately every stupendous work of antiquity by the Euphrates or in Iran seems to have been ascribed to her even the Behistun Inscription of Darius (Diod. Sic. ii. 3).

Of this we already have evidence in Herodotus, who ascribes to her the banks that confined the Euphrates (i. 184) and knows her name as borne by a gate of Babylon (iii. 155). Various places in Media bore the name of Semiramis, but slightly changed, even in the middle ages, and the old name of Van was Shamiramagerd, Armenian tradition regarding her as its founder. . . .

The irresistible charms of Semiramis, her sexual excesses, and other features of the legend, all bear out the view that she is primarily a form of Astartë, and so fittingly conceived as the great queen of Assyria.

[emphasis added]

Reference to the "gate of Babylon" is apocalyptic in the Christian tradition.

Semiramis denotes "stupendous monuments," female libidic magnetism and excess (i.e., the Kore), and the "Van" --associated in previous blog-posts (following L.A. Waddell etc.) with ancient, pre-monotheistic, matriarchal, tribal/kinship groups, in consistent practice of magick and transtemporal, mass-psychological warfare/manipulation.

. . . . Leaving us back in the dark heart of Buenos Aires, where the dirty deals go down . . . with an obelisk in a pink condom.

Egyptian obelisks are phallic objects, associated with ritual magick as both fertility symbols and weapons (knife/spear.)

Often placed as "twin guardians" or gatekeepers outside Egyptian ritual sites, obelisks were considered temples unto themselves, and like Djedi or various Near Eastern "arks," thought to contain or conserve a deity's "indwelling spirit."

Currently, Rome is the "obelisk capital of the world," and America's most famous example is, of course, the Washington Monument.

With the Buenos Aires obelisk, a phallus of mass-proportions is "covered" (in the Biblical sense, "overshadowed" or overpowered) by the archetypal female color, pink. An energic reversal is thus effected, an alchemical conuinctio performed, employing the superpotent cosmogonic tools of the opposites, as expressed in human gender.

The obelisk doesn't have to be sexualized. It's already overt, right there in the durn public square, rising Osiric and erect from Earth resurrective, Isis Transformatrix' perpetual lover-son.

One might interpret the pink condom as protecting the male member, and assign insignificant, comic, or benevolent motives to this event.

One might . . . until considering the warlike character of the Amazon Queen Semiramis; the allusions to the matriarchal, hidden Van; the weapons and drug-dealing of P2, intelligence, and other organizations (merely one example being the Reagan/Bush involvement in Iran-Contra); the re-establishment of functional matriarchy in the modern West; the involvements of El Brujo Mr. Rega (whose name is disturbingly close to Reagan); and last but not least, former President Isabel Peron's "interest" in magick and "warm embrace" of her people. "Silence is Health."

The "pinking" of the obelisk does not honor and protect it, but occults and neuters it. The rising matriarchy and the feminine ur-color, pink, silence the masculine, warn against dissent.

Sounds like the old Fatherland might be hiding inside the New Improved Der Mutterland!

Maybe that's why Woodie Guthrie's guitar was incribed:

This Machine Kills Fascists

Sometimes you take no prisoners, and whatever's On Your Side was born there.

Might have to stop standing next to windows for awhile!

:O)

Oh well. The view ain't that good anymore anyway.

Now to close and cleanse this disturbing, downer post.

First, here's Woody's son with a warning to the worm and its servants: there's nowhere to run, it's a round world and you ain't no exception.

Here's a comfort and a joy.

Here's a promise in the keeping.

Today, Medgar Evers was buried

from the bullet he caught.

They lowered him down as a king!

But when the shadowy sun

sets on the one

that fired the gun

he'll see by his grave

on the stone that remains

carved next to his name

his epitaph plain:

"Only a pawn in their game"

"Only a Pawn in Their Game" (B. Dylan)

. . . and finally, the post that Annie opened ends with this tongue-in-cheek gem discovered at the scrumptiously-named Pathetic.org -- authored by one Pug Mayne (a her!):

A Silly and Frivolous Creature Marvels at Saint Michael

gold and shiny wings, miraculous things

with metal vanes light enough for flight.

they defy physics, logic and on occasion god.

*****

still, he stops at red lights, remembers to drop the seat

and never leaves little old ladies

alone to make their way through the crosswalks.

*****

a right hand man's life is so decisive,

so many lost souls require a rescue

in the hour of their death and their need.

he never loses his head although on occasion

the lost souls do.

*****

michael's eternity consists of mourning eve.

in spite of the fact she burned adam's shoes

and shaved all the hair off the cat.

it's not that he never knew her,

he's just that kind of a guy.

*****

"some coffee? a scone?," he offers with damnation.

no need to ditch civilityon the road to perdition.

no need to impose the writhing misery of hot old hell

one minute sooner than absolutely necessary.

*****

he rarely releases his sword upon the world

for his word usually rings true,

cutting glass unleashed and unmuted

and so he's mostly silent and still.

what you don't know and probably should

is that after you hear it, he's usually weeping.

06/12/2005

Your Bowls Filled, Your Wishes Received

little dynamo's British bud, angryharry , prompty informs:

Just a short note to say that I am miles behind with my emails. There are about 300 which I have not yet read!


Like that irascible, stalwart shitkicker Harry, little dynamo samewise lags by hunnerds 'n hunnerds in his correspondence, urgent messages so clogging the inbox that the Server called to complain!

Tut Tut I admonished the man: can't you see I'm Destroying A World Menace here?

Take . . . a . . . fucking . . . number.

Why, only yesterday, dynamo received yet another congratulatory inquiry from a Mr. Umgabwe in I forget which sub-Mediterranean nation awarding a redeemable prize, informing of moneyed kinfolk, or attesting to dynamo's ownership of serious dollarage long-lost in bankvaults of which Mr. Umpqua is Regional President!

And they say god is ded.

Faithless bastids.

Like Lord Harry, under such circumstances, dynamo apologizes profusely for regrettable but necessary delays responding to your concerns, advisories, petitions and general well-wishing.

He'll get around to you all, eventually.

Don't you worry.

More Primping, Hard Rain

This follow-up to my post "Primping Amidst the Deluge" shows that our various governmental structures -- existing, supposedly, to "serve the people," have morphed into runaway monstrosities administered by people, political parties, and economic/power interests that are much worse than merely incompetent.

At least incompetent people are trying, and often have benevolent motives.

These people are motivated only by image, money and power.

As the below article illustrates, most of the culpability for our government's meltdown belongs to the psychotics in the Bush Administration, scrouging for any excuse to impose martial law and consolidate their Beatific Vision of a universal Police State . . . or "as close as we can come," as "patriot" Karl Rove sweatingly suggests, rubbing his greasy little hands together.

Sure, Karl. Zeig heil, baby. See ya back at the Reichstag later. We'll toast some Jews, tosss a few back.

What is the "next best thing" to martial law?

Let's all pause for a moment, shall we, and weigh the scale of disorder that actually occurred in Louisiana -- nasty, but abating rather quickly -- with a state of matial law that would still be in effect had the White House megalomaniacs gotten their way.

Anyway, read it and weep.

Documents Highlight Bush-Blanco Standoff


By Spencer S. Hsu, Joby Warrick and Rob Stein

Washington Post Staff Writers

Monday, December 5, 2005; Page A10

Shortly after noon on Aug. 31, Louisiana Sen. David Vitter (R) delivered a message that stunned aides to Gov. Kathleen Babineaux Blanco (D), who were frantically managing the catastrophe that began two days earlier when Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf Coast.

White House senior adviser Karl Rove wanted it conveyed that he understood that Blanco was requesting that President Bush federalize the evacuation of New Orleans. The governor should explore legal options to impose martial law "or as close as we can get," Vitter quoted Rove as saying, according to handwritten notes by Terry Ryder, Blanco's executive counsel.

Thus began what one aide called a "full-court press" to compel the first-term governor to yield control of her state National Guard -- a legal, political and personal campaign by White House staff that failed three days later when Blanco rejected the administration's terms, 10 minutes before Bush was to announce them in a Rose Garden news conference, the governor's aides said.

The standoff, illuminated among more than 100,000 pages of documents released Friday by Blanco in response to requests by Senate and House investigators, marks perhaps the clearest single conflict between U.S. and Louisiana officials in the bungled response to New Orleans's surrender to floodwaters and chaos.

While attention has focused on the performance of former Federal Emergency Management Agency director Michael D. Brown, and communications breakdowns that kept Washington from recognizing for 12 to 16 hours the scope of flooding that would drive the storm's death toll above 1,200, the clash over military control highlights government officials' lack of familiarity with the levers of emergency powers.

Blanco's top aides relied on ad hoc tutorials from the National Guard about who would be in charge and how to call in federal help. But in the inevitable confusion of fast-moving events, partisan differences and federal/state divisions prevented top leaders from cooperating.

A Blanco aide, speaking on the condition of anonymity, said the people around Bush were trying to maneuver the governor into an unnecessary change intended to make Bush look decisive.

"It was an overwhelming natural disaster. The federal government has an agency that exists for purposes of coming to the rescue of localities in a natural disaster, and that organization did not live up to what it was designed for or promised to," the aide said. Referring to Bush aides, he said, "It was time to recover from the fiasco, and take a win wherever you could, legitimate or not."

Vitter, in an interview, disagreed but acknowledged the clash.
"In my opinion, they [Blanco aides] were hypersensitive. . . . They seemed to feel there was some power play, which I don't think there was," he said. "The fact that it was [Rove] -- might that have fueled the governor's hypersensitivity? It may have, I don't know."

White House spokeswoman Christie Parell said: "The president has said that these reviews are critically important and that government at all levels could have done better. But our focus right now is on ensuring that victims of Katrina are getting what they need to get back on their feet."
In any event, the conflict delayed the arrival of active-duty troops in New Orleans, where reports of looting and violence prevented rescuers from retrieving stranded residents and evacuating hospitals and the Louisiana Superdome.

Blanco has said she asked Bush on Aug. 29, the day of Katrina's landfall, "for everything you've got," requesting 40,000 troops on Aug. 31. The president deployed 7,000 active-duty troops on Sept. 3. Thousands more National Guard troops were already on the ground.

But White House officials were concerned enough about what Brown and military leaders have testified to Congress was a lack of "unified command" to bring state Guard troops and active-duty federal troops under a single commander. They ultimately declined to force the issue over Blanco's objection and worked with existing command authorities.


But Blanco's reluctance stemmed from several factors. According to documents and aides, her team was not familiar with relevant laws and procedures, believed the change would have disrupted Guard law enforcement operations in New Orleans and mistrusted the Bush team, which they saw as preoccupied with its own public relations problems and blame shifting.
Within 30 minutes of receiving Rove's message on Aug. 31, Ryder and Blanco Chief of Staff Andrew Kopplin were briefed by Col. Jeff Smith, a senior state emergency preparedness official, advising them of the National Response Plan and Incident Command System, basic components of the Department of Homeland Security's playbook that lay out the chain of emergency authority.

By 2:20 p.m., Blanco called Bush, saying she needed additional resources but not federalization, according to Ryder's notes. Instead, she said an emerging federal/state partnership was jelling and asked Bush instead to commit to an arrival date for troops.

"We don't know necessarily what 'unified' command, or what do these words mean," the Blanco aide said. "The governor thinks that by that time, the command structure that is coming together will work."

The next day, on a Bush visit, administration officials ganged up on Blanco out of the presence of staff members and tried to bully her into changing her mind, they said. Blanco requested 24 hours.

Ryder's notes report that on the night of Sept. 1, Army Lt. Gen. H. Steven Blum, chief of the National Guard Bureau, advised Blanco, as an aide put it, "You don't want to do that. You lose control, and you don't get one more boot on the ground."

Later, Blum told Ryder he came "under political duress" for his opinion and used military slang to describe an out-of-control situation, according to Ryder's notes.

At about the same time, Blanco communications director Bob Mann spoke to an aide to Senate Minority Leader Harry M. Reid (Nev.), who said Democrats were eagerly "mobilizing big-time to push back on criticism of the state."

"Bush's numbers are low, they are getting pummeled by the media for their inept response to Katrina and are actively working to make us the scapegoats," Mann wrote to Ryder. Mann said that Mike McCurry, President Bill Clinton's press secretary, was predicting "a full-blown P.R. disaster-scandal" for Bush by the weekend and that Clinton FEMA chief James Lee Witt was offering to help Blanco. Witt was hired the next day.
With all that in the background, by the night of Sept. 2, relations between the Bush and Blanco teams were tense. At 11:20 p.m., Blanco received a fax from the White House asking that she sign a letter requesting a federal takeover. Bush Chief of Staff Andrew H. Card Jr. said the president planned a news conference to announce the changes the next morning.

At 8:56 a.m., just before Bush stepped onto the White House lawn, Blanco called Card and aides faxed a rejection letter.

The president did not mention the dispute with Blanco in his remarks, and deployed troops using existing command structures.

Blanco aides remained convinced that the White House was trying to take credit for a situation in New Orleans that had by then improved. In hindsight, Blanco spokeswoman Denise Bottcher said, the lesson to states is that they must be ready to take care of themselves and "not rely on anyone else."

But Vitter took another lesson, saying that in catastrophic incidents the legal and practical problems of calling in active-duty military must be straightened out "so people don't mess around for three days and then come to some understanding, which is what essentially happened here."

Primping Amidst the Deluge

Documents Show Katrina's Political Storm

By CONNIE MABIN

Associated Press Writer 1 hour, 7 minutes ago [12/03/05]

NEW ORLEANS - As Hurricane Katrina roared ashore and began its assault on homes and lives across Louisiana, a political storm was brewing in the Louisiana governor's office and the White House, newly released documents show.


Memos, handwritten notes, e-mails and phone logs turned over late Friday to congressional committees investigating failures in the government's disaster response shed more light on what happened behind the scenes in the frantic days surrounding the Aug. 29 storm.
Katrina stranded thousands of people in homes, on rooftops and in the Superdome for days, flooded neighborhoods and killed over 1,000 people in Louisiana alone.

Gov. Kathleen Blanco and others blamed the federal government for a slow response. The White House said that the governor was slow to ask for troops and that state and local officials were unorganized and indecisive.

The 100,000 pages of documents that Blanco sent to Congress on Friday include a series of letters starting with one Blanco sent
President Bush' name a day before the hurricane hit.

"I have determined that this incident will be of such severity and magnitude that effective response will be beyond the capabilities of the state and the affected local governments and that supplementary federal assistance will be necessary," Blanco wrote.

Three days after the storm, Blanco wrote Bush asking that the 256th Louisiana National Guard Brigade be sent home from
Iraq to help. The governor also asked for more generators, medicine, health care workers and mortuaries.

Five days later, Bush assistant Maggie Grant e-mailed Blanco aide Paine Gowen to say that the White House did not receive the letter.

"We found it on the governor's Web site but we need 'an original,' for our staff secretary to formally process the requests she is making," Grant wrote. "We are on the job but appreciate your help with a technical request. Tnx!"

The stack of documents also includes a timeline put together by Blanco's staff detailing the state response; notes expressing frustration about missing items such as a communications center for police and rescuers promised by the Federal Emergency Management Agency; and e-mails working out logistics for New Orleans visits from Bush and cabinet members.

White House spokeswoman Dana Perino said Saturday that she hadn't seen the documents.

"There are many reviews underway to look back and review how the events unfolded during that week and all levels of government have to take stock of what happened, act on that and make sure that it doesn't happen again," Perino said.

Other exchanges between the governor's staff and the White House show public relations was a priority for both administrations.

Grant, Bush's aide, e-mailed Gowen Sep. 13 asking if Blanco would be attending a Washington, D.C., service marking the president's "National Day of Prayer." If she didn't, Grant wrote, "We'd love to have someone like Homeland Security Secretary (Michael) Chertoff attend a service with her."

For the state's part, Blanco's chief of staff Andy Kopplin e-mailed employees Sept. 4 saying they needed to get national supporters to say "that the federal response was anemic" and asked them to point out budget cuts to levee programs.

While Blanco's office wanted to blame the federal government, the documents show that her staff didn't want it to appear as if the federal government was seizing state power.

When Bush visited New Orleans on Sept. 5 Blanco was initially supposed to visit evacuees in Houston, but Blanco spokeswoman Denise Bottcher didn't like the idea of Bush being in the state when the governor wasn't.

"Reinforces the notion that she's not in charge and LA needs to be federalized," she e-mailed Kopplin.

Blanco's communication's director Bob Mann agreed, the documents show, and Blanco stayed to meet Bush.

The Democratic governor's staff also griped that Republicans were attacking Blanco.

"Rove is on the prowl," says one unexplained Sept. 3 message from Kopplin to Mann, a reference to Bush adviser Karl Rove.


Folks suffering and dying, and what response from our bi-partisan "leaders"?

They're jockeying for public-relations position, avidly attempting to spin the scenario and place themselves in the most profitable media light.

These are the very same people and political parties constantly jabbering about morality, family values, personal responsibility and -- worst of all -- their twisted versions of "Christianity."

It's beyond pathetic: it's criminal, and illustrates the devolution of America. While southern Louisiana floats away before their eyes, the man and woman chiefly responsible for attending to the citizenry's needs masturbate their egos and attempt to capitalize on the disaster.

My dogs have more developed senses of honor, duty, and commitment than these Republicraps. Behind our backs they dance with glee, count our money, and betray our trust, shitting on the good name this country once had.

The cynicism of these people is matched only by their hypocrisy.

They send Americn boys across the world to be mutilated and blown up, while they jerk each other off and primp for the cameras.

I live near a small town with a handful of gas stations. One of them is an old-style, three-pump station, owned and operated by a grizzle-faced coot in his late-fifties or early-sixties. I think he's been there for decades.

Just to survive, he has to charge a few pennies more than the nearby mega-stations. His profit-margin is infinitesimal. He does not drive a Humvee.

Today the average temperature was about fifteen degrees. Yet there he was at 6:30 a.m. -- just like every other frozen morning -- wrenching on rigs and bustling about his shop like it was summer in Acapulco.

He won't let you pump your own gas. He'd never mention it, but it's more than a business-edge: it's obviously a point-of-honor also. He's fairly taciturn, but always ready with a kind word or a brief exchange of pleasantries. If you drive past and honk, he stops what he's doing and waves.

He doesn't know me from Adam. But you think I ain't going to bat for him?

Think again.

Yesterday, we stood in the snow while he pumped my gas. I commented on the cold and mini-blizzard. His remark was "We need it. Every little bit helps."

Perhaps this vignette helps explain why, when I read news accounts like the above, my radiator boils over.

Mere incompetence can be overcome. But no matter how many cops you have, no matter how many laws, no matter how much Homeland "Security," no nation can survive the willful dereliction of duty of marginal-humans like Blanco and Bush. Our "leadership" is not merely ineffective, it's traitorous . . . not to mention a mockery of the "God" they claim to "worship."

Down with them all. That station-owner probably didn't finish high-school. But he's the salt of this nation, infinitely more qualified for high office than the thieves -- and worse -- that "lead" this country.

No-one is asking scum like Bush and Blanco to love the people they putatively serve. I don't think either one of them is capable of love. But it sure would be nice if our mistresses and masters didn't actively ignore the interests of the citizenry.

With (mis)leadership like theirs, America needs no enemies.