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“Slaves can not play hockey.” Who would argue?
My favorite unique social protest group, the Ukrainian FEMEN, again in a collection of photos, this time in Zurich, Schweiz (the well known country for stealth banking and corporate wealth tax evasion), protesting the Hockey World Cup.
Their photographer has quite some talent.
A collection of photos taken of FEMEN, a unique Ukrainian social protest group, at the World Economic Forum in Davis, Schweiz, is here at Cryptome.
Do go there at once to see them full size and — ahem — in the flesh.
The Davos World Economic Forum is where all the parasites and arch-villains masters of the global economy and idea farm meet each year to discuss how things are to be messed up in the coming months.
I think you’ll agree, though, the action to not be missed was all outside and of more humble origin. It was good to be a policeman on that day.
The deluxe version comes with a year’s supply of injectable anabolic steroids in an on-board mini-fridge. Six gunports provide extra-clear fields of on-demand retaliatory fire.
Wha? Even local shires with no significant history of violent crime or threat try to get into the act. The Los Angeles Times informs today that South Pasadena, generally known for its population of swells, tree-lined streets and swank/genteel bungalow homes has acquired an urban combat vehicle for one dollar, sold off by Burbank, which is trading up on homeland security bucks.
You have to see the piece to believe it.
Reads the newspaper:
These days a dollar can buy a can of soda, a song on iTunes — or, in South Pasadena’s case, an armored vehicle.
Last week the city took delivery of a vehicle known as a Peacekeeper, paying Burbank $1 for the privilege. Burbank originally received the Peacekeeper as surplus from the U.S. Air Force …
The Peacekeeper saw no action during its Burbank years …
“Active shooter training is also a high priority for police officers that are facing a new type of terror threat as was seen in the Mumbai, India, terror attack,” [a South Pasadena city report on the Peacekeeper acquisition] said …
Burbank decided to sell the armored vehicle after it obtained a new BearCat SWAT vehicle in February 2009 through a $275,000 Homeland Security Department grant.
An advert for the Lenco BearCat is here. Grrrrr!
The Peacekeeper is made by arms manufacturer, Textron.
Population of South Pasadena: 25,000
Median home value: $600 — $700,000
Gus’s Barbecue in SouthPas, where I have eaten. Toggle the street view. A fine cigar shop is adjacent to Gus’s on the left.
Footnotes: Religious GOP extremism synonymous with being crazy AND unusually repellent.
Pennsylvania Governor Tom Corbett is married to a lady who came from the same neighborhood I did in Schuylkill Country. We lived on the same street, her sisters were acquaintances, one in my class, and I occasionally had been in their house.
Watch closely and you’ll see actual heevahavas. If you’re a longtime reader you know what it means. If not, check the definition. It’s from the old Crypt Newsletter. In this case, the heevahava is not a Pennsylvania Dutch farm hand but an Englishman in that part of the race horse industry devoted to furthering genetics.
Editorial heavy lifting — Pine View Farm.
The Mitt Romney Blues is the soundtrack and you had it here a couple weeks ago. And if it had been Jon Stewart who made it instead of me, you’d have told everyone you know to stick it in their iKit.
With a cynical little push from Newt Gingrich, the Republican voters who aren’t in the 1 percent are figuring out it’s easy to despise the vulture capitalist symbol-of-the-system who jokes about being unemployed, patronizingly insists corporations are people, likes firing people and hides his investment income in the Cayman Islands and Switzerland.
It’s a bounty of riches in SchadenFreude.
Image from this piece at DailyKos.
Choose one epic case of Unpleasant Crazy Scapegoater from column A …
Or the Guy Who Fired You and acts like the jokers in Damn It Feels Good to Be a Banksta, from B.
I like being able to fire people who provide services to me.
A mash-up of Mitt Romney’s “greatest hits” and Mose Allison’s Young Man Blues. — altered a bit to fit tone of national discussion on greed and vulture capitalism.
And, yeah, it’s funny. So laugh already.
Comic book word balloon funnies, too. Sort of like the old ads to buy stuff that would keep sand from getting kicked in your face at the beach.
More on the Alex Jones-like cult devotion to Ron Paul in 2011 tunes written for and about him. No one else, not even pop star celebrities, comes close. The best exude sly bits of humor in the lyrics, a rare commodity in the Paul legion. It’s a demographic so sincere in belief its default position is always closer to the dour than the joyful. Paul’s apocalyptic predictions of what will happen to the country also draw survivalists and end-timers. Like him, they strongly value the hoarding of precious metals and the building of bunkers.
This lady name checks “Aden-hauer” [sic] and Charles de Gaulle!
An tongue-in-cheek almost perfect adaptation of the old classic, “Downtown.”
Lyrics:
Ron Paul, he’s really not that old
Ron Paul, he’d rather pay with gold
Ron Paul, he’ll open up the fed
Ron Paul, drinkin’ raw milk in bed
This young fellah is trying out a poor man’s Woody Guthrie/Pete Seeger/Hank Williams soft sell approach. I like it.
Horribly unappreciated at 40-some views. If you sent them 10 dollars for every view it still wouldn’t pay for the love and money they’ve put into the Paul campaign.
Even death metal bands with Cookie Monster vocalists love the Constitution and sound money.
Lyric:
“When they’re talkin’ shit about Ron Paul, they’re walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me/I would suggest they shut their trap before they lose all their teeth …”
This appears absolutely true.
This is an adaptation of a Scottish fighting/dancing tune but, for the life of me, I can’t recall the title now. Check back later.
“I bet there is nobody singing about that douchebag Newt Gingrich,” writes one commenter under one of the many places it’s been uploaded to YouTube.
A rootsy hippie-ish folk lilt. Right now there’s probably someone singing something like this at a coffee house open mike near you. And I bet they’re mentioning freedom, liberty and something bad happening to the Fed. Go check, I’ll wait.
Whadda ya do if you’re corporate America and a gruesome news story has just run on people in the south who died from amoebas eating their brains, protozoa shot into their sinuses during use of “neti pots”?
Well, because you have no heart and are only worried about the bottom line, you immediately exploit. Take out an Internet ad campaign, like the one above, from which I snagged the screen snap.
Reads one news story from Louisiana:
Only distilled or sterile water should be used when irrigating the sinuses, the Missouri health department said today in an alert following the deaths of two people in Louisiana.
The deaths were caused by an organism called Naegleria fowleri that can lead to a brain infection called primary amebic meningoencephalitis. Both people had used tap water to flush water through their noses with a device known as a neti pot.
The organism travels to the brain through the nose, destroying tissue as it goes. It can not cause an infection by drinking water through the mouth …
The infections can occur when people swim in fresh water lakes and rivers and inhale water up their noses. In rare cases the cause has been linked to untreated swimming pools or tap water … There are about three cases of Naegleria fowleri infections a year in the U.S. according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
Tap water is sanitized by chlorination but not rendered sterile. That is,
most microbes — but not all, are killed. And in the case of Naegleria, if a couple of them are present in the tap — in areas where the water is taken from sources where they are found — shotgunning them into the sinus with a “neti pot” is … not so good.
Way way back in the day, when trying to pick Ph.D. research, I was interested in invasive microorganisms because of their potential production of proteolytic enzymes, catalysts which degrade connective tissue.
Because of this I occasionally browsed papers on Naegleria infections. They were always fatal. And in the years since not much progress has been made on Naegleria infection for two reasons: Its relative rarity and the fact it presents so late the patient is beyond hope and no treatments can be tested for efficacy.
As for use of “neti pots”? It’s a vile habit, old wive’s tale preventive scam medicine for stupid people in modern America.
I had allergies as a child. Many kids do and it’s no big deal.
However, with my parents all slight illnesses or infirmities were to be vigorously attacked, no matter the pain and cost involved.
So every other Saturday morning in the spring and summer for a couple years I was taken to an eye, ear, nose and throat man in the county seat for mechanical neti-potting treatments.
There I’d be strapped into a chair, my head restrained and my body tilted back. A nozzle would be stuck up my nose and a machine would begin pumping saline water through my sinuses for a few minutes.
Sh-pummm, sh-pummmm, sh-pummmm went the machine.
“Cough, ackkkk, gurgle-gurgle-gurgle!” went me.
When I could snatch a breath, I’d scream. It was kind of like being water-boarded, I suppose.
Now isn’t that a nice story?
