Friday, May 11, 2018

Suppose it were Friday cliv: A fixer's payroll

Casual Friday brings out the paddle
player-hero in all of us, to the ex-
tent that all we have to wear on our
sleeve to distinguish ourselves are
the testimonials of prior conquests.
Yolanda, Liz, the redoubtable Erica.

And, one keeps looking for the name,
in that realm, but how soon we for-
get the roster of our vanquished as

Sascha Schneider

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

What do "they" care?

Untrammeled play in the fields
of the lord does not very ac-
curately describe the range of
possible gestures, even in the
most liberated state, available
to the practitioner of speech.
In surfing, we have long known
that the gods conduct a monitor-
ing of behavior, which we have
lately learned our corporations
and other manipulators maintain,
to anticipate and shape the arc
of our play. Every time we ven-
ture into a discernibly oblique
convergence with currents in the
New American Government, the lis-
tening posts of Russia leap into
the acutest concentration, al-
though whether for that nation's
policies or for this one's, one
couldn't possibly claim to know.

This is the consumption pattern
of the first 36 hours of the pre-
vious posting, on the NAG's em-
brace of a torture administratrix
to supervise a widely known unit
of our secret intelligence service.
Yet, all with no mention of Russia.
Given the NAG's affection for the
government of Russia, one could 
hardly attribute this interest to
any apprehension of mistreatment
of its citizens. Of whom, then;
for whom are "Russians" reading?

Upon coincidences of much less
persistence, the paranoia sustain-
ing the NAG continues to be fed.
Why not the curiosity of occasion-
al critics, condemned to be read?

iii  Willy Ronis


Monday, May 7, 2018

The Gina Haspel obscenity

Stalwart fellow, always willing 
to support his underlings, and 
lead them in the service of the 
Nation as defined by his superi-
ors. Extraordinarily experienced 
and demonstrably devoted servant 
of the American people. Show the
threat, and turn your gaze away.

This impeccably impregnable
claptrap for any abuse of the
Constitution of the United 
States is on offer once again,
this week, in the frantic ef-
forts of the New American Gov-
ernment to expose the humanity
of its dissidents. One has to
count oneself among them, simp-
ly to breathe a better air. As
our entertainment, the NAG now
offers, at phenomenal hazard of
discovery, a lady to navigate
the gates of its Trojan horses.

If told to, this servant of a
finer civilization will claw at
captive throats, submerge them
indefinitely in water, and make
sure no bruises are discovered.
the imagination of the infant
upstairs, as much as Clarence
Thomas struck George Bush the
Elder as the finest legal mind
of his time. They are loyal.

Such prohibitive affronts to the
dignity of self-government, itself,
illuminate the constant agenda of
ostensible Conservatism today: to
break the will of the People to up-
hold restraints upon self-dealing.
The NAG, in its zeal to debauch 
every value won in the nation’s
evolving aspirations, has select-
ed a frantic grifter to ruin the 
Environment, an ignoramus to shep-
herd Education, a constellation of
bigots to tear down the Lincoln 
Memorial, and Orwellian stooges to 
mop up the entrails of their fes-
tive savagery. Now, openly to pro-
tect viciousness, itself, from any 
risk of resistance, it has anointed 
a female to stand as torture’s own 
shield, against every humane notice.
Seldom has moral capitulation gath-
ered such surpassing negotiability.