Saturday, September 13, 2014

russia b flick

When I saw an obviously Russian contemporary flick in the Red Box it caught my eye, & it looked 2 me 2 B a remake of old Eisenstein's "Aleksandr Nevsky." And it kind of is, in a god-forsaken sort of way. I know Lenin & all those old hemorrhoids are on the outs over there, but I thought there'd be a little bit of reverence for the legacy of old Sergei E. Oh well.                        

I sure my opinion of this work will be obvious in the synopsis of the action, or lack of it, below.

We pick up about half way thru, when suddenly...


Look! It's that steaming, obsequious bivalve, sir douglas macGillivray. ButtBig-Al comes in and interrups his neferryous skeme.

"They put me up to it, Al," says the perplexed macgillervra. They threaten to shoot my humble person in both shoulders then the 4 head.

     Then macgilllivray goes to see the 2 oily monks. these munks r up 2 no good, as u shal soon c.

Ho-ho thatsuit; some buddy got nifed. Than, a berry small arroz poynt is gibbon to Alex Zander, which he examines w/ grate innerest...([cue music] prepare 4 montage) The story there in starts with the dead bare, and the poinson was somehow extracted from the arrowpoint witch kilt the beest and then deliberately gibbon 2 olive tham, xcept the idjit saved em by comitting sewer side.

    So he figure this all out with he pal, Pocky Bushbeerd, in the house with the red wax paper in the windows.

Now we R bak in the bankewett hall and some moran is trowing his long sleeveses about in some sort of idjit dance. But then he cornfess he sins just b 4 they killet him.

We are suddenly transported to the cort of tuvan shoat shiners where Big-Al is suddenly telescoped into the brohter'z hood. & there he offers to throw down with Ponytail Bob 2 his face, and also 2 that of the starry veck who'z PB's  side kiick.

You can tell you're watchin a badass product  wen the location starts to takeover from the acters. It's happening now, as the venue switches 2  Neuschwanstein castle over in Bavarrhoea and a series of 2-big empty rooms.

     And now we bak in roosia, land were houses are made of linkum logs, and BigAl wid  all the homies, but some r pretty pissed. but finally BigAlz-Badr has had enuff of their creeching, and kicks em out except for his inner src! & even there he encounters some resistenacne from Pocky Bushbeerd. 

Tis some sort of church, although it looks molike the subbasement of JC Penny's. Al is in deep eep deep really really deep deeep praiyers, and so are all he old homies of which Al is by far the youngest and only 1 you could vaguley call hansome.

Okeay now we out in the woods goin somewhere, (I hope - this movie has gone nowhere 4 the last hour), and Al is meeeting with Joe the hermit, [who really looks like hes on something.]
    Location change again (lord hep us) it look like morrow bay in calif and Viking long boats and bunch of hatchet men standing about approached stelthily by archers. uh ohs look out youse guys!!

OK all sneeky archers R in place, last few comin up and Big-Al gonna give the word      HIT IT!!!

Fire-tippet arroz setteth all they kingz boats on fire. Now the tutonic inwaders can't leave and all of em shot by arroz, large Big-Al sits there watchinalla wid a rilly rilly reallhy maddog hardass expression on face hole time.  &   then...& then, his novo goroddy infantry come up and finish the  job.

THE END (thank god or bog).

none so blind as those who will nazi

Durka durka, Muhammad jihad.

As is often the case, Jim Kunstler takes on the hydra we Call "US foreign policy" & slays it, fillets it, & lays it out for the world 2 C.

But will we C it?

There are none so blind as those who will nazi.

OK -- call for z question -- Will ISIS attack us over hia?

Kunstler says:

Then, of course, there is ISIS (or the Islamic State or the Caliphate), the most visible outcome of a decade of US foreign policy endeavors in Iraq and Syria. Good show, ladies and gentlemen! You have managed to give the world a political movement arguably more barbaric than even the Nazis. On Sunday, The New York Times stood back in breathless admiration for the accomplishments and skills of that organization in the headline: ISIS Displaying a Deft Command of Varied Media. Like a mad scientist in thrall to his own creation, the Times appears dazzled by the political Frankenstein monster we have loosed upon the world.

Considering all the current mayhem in the Middle East, and the potential for mayhem in the Middle East, and the potential for deadly mischief from it spreading even into the US and western Europe, do we really have any business hassling Putin and Russia about its feckless, floundering next-door-neighbor, Ukraine? In fact, is any other nation in a better position to prevent Ukraine from descending into full-blown failure? Why don’t we just shut up and mind our own business?

realize this comes after 5 paragraphs of "deep backgound," but it does contain the money Question, i.e., will ISIS come here & cut off our heads? as well as the answer.

None of this would be happening if we would just shut up & mind our own businss. And we have more than enuff business to mind without creating foreign threats.

Maybe they DO realize they´re making new enemy soldiers faster than they can kill the old ones. Making more enemies provides the war dept. with job security. 

I really don´t know why they´re doing this, and possibly they don´t either.

If you haven´t seen Jeremy Scahill´s film Dirty Wars, it explains a lot.

Also, IsIs is a lot more likely 2 attak Putin / Russia than Obama / than US, according 2 IsIs spokes Person (I know, they lye, but in this case).

Now it seems 2 yr hummble narrator that Russian navy is reason 4 a lot of what goes on.

ISIS is mad at Putin cause he s Basher Assad´s / syrias only friend in world other than Shi'a Iran.

Russia´s only navy base on the Mediterranan is TaterUs in Syria. Their only warm water port in russ is Sebastapol, in crmea.

One of our local wingers were on here  another day tryna tell me russia don't need modern navy but they do as long as US has Ohio-Class Trident subs sneeking around god or bog knows where. And we do & that forces Vlad's naval status.

It's the old "balance of lunacy" deja vue all over again.

But I see possibilities here. Remember how Stalin stopped being monster / becomes Uncle Joe when fighting Hisler? Then when war is over he resumes monsterhood.

Think that could happen again with little ragtag army of IsIs? Probally not, cause Hisler had real war machine, while IsIs has only US leftovers.

Monday, September 08, 2014

анархия в СССР

What is this thing called the USA? All I can tell U is that it´s not remotely like the country I was born in 70 yrs ago. 

In that respect it´s very similar 2 our dear departed enema, the CCCP, which of coarse no longer exists.

                                         General Steamship

Or even our yoosta B BFF 4 eva the UK (Which also ain´t wot it yoosta B, neither).

                                  Sir John  Rotten

& if that´s too many acronyms 2 keep track of, you ain´t seen nuttin yet.
(It´s the only way 2 B)
Sung by Johnny Rotten

I am the Anti-Christ

I am an anarchist
Don´t know what I want
But I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer-by
Cause I wanna B anarchy.


What is this thing called the USA?

Is it a tea partay?

Is it anything like the CCCP?

Is it similar to the UK?

Or perhaps the UDA? (1)

Or possibly the MPLA? (2)

I thought it was in the USA,

Or maybe some other cuntree,

Some other council tenancy.

(adapted from, and with apologies to, Rotten, Johnny & the Sex Pistols, "Anarchy in the UK" [1975])

1) Ulster Defence Association

2) People´s Movement for the Liberation of Angola

Friday, September 05, 2014

there's your answer

                               Bix was a Vulcan.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

hitler of the weak

We all laugh today at people who are so naive, or badly-informed,or just stoopid, that they still believe in Saddam's WMD, and that they're still hidden away somewhere in the world.

But when friends reach that level of self-satisfacion, or to put even less positive spin on it, smugness, I invariably want to ask them if they learned anything. What I'm asking is "Does this mean that YOU won't be fooled again?"

And since just today, Little Annie Apple Tree did some classic  warmongering in the WaPo, and, among other things, announced the identity of the new Hitler, who of course we'll be looking at for a year or more during the daily two-minutes' hate, it's a good day to ask.

Under a headline which claims the idea of war in Europe is not hysterical, Ms. Applebaum opines a couple paragraphs in: "I realize that this question sounds hysterical, and foolishly apocalyptic, to U.S. or Western European readers. But hear me out..." then goes on to claim that Vlad Putin is the equivalent of Hitler.

Boy, always Hitler. I guess you could say he set the standard, for bad guys. The US has faced a whole string of Hitlers in recent years, each one  badder & more scarier than the last: Osama bin Laden, the untoppable Saddam, Ahmedinejad, and now Putin. It's gotten predictable the way they pop up, always with the same little mustache, the comically bad haircut, and the facial expression that betrays a sexually repressed, sick and twisted mentality. But enough about us -- let's talk about why attacking Putin's Russia is necessary!

The argument boils down to  the threat that Putin poses for all of Europe, bein as how he's lookin for empire, means we gotta be ready to intervene militarily. Because it's like, that's achieved such fantastic results wherever we've been doing it in the world. We've improved life so much in the  Mideast; now it's Europe's turn.

There's one more thing I need to point out about this article: Anne Appelbaum is also Mrs. Radek Sikorska, for she is married to Poland's foreign minister, and became a Polish citizen last year. That makes her a partisan and a participant in one of the oldest European tribal conflicts. I would think the unwritten rules of full disclosure would require the Washington Post to tell us these things, & that failure to reveal them looks very, very bad, as if Applebaum and the Post both have something to hide.

Anyway, the last thing we need right now is another foreign war.We got a few things to settle right here at home, such as determining who it is, exactly, our local cops protect & serve. And suppose old Vlad IS planning an Eastern European "empire?" So how is that different from the Monroe Doctrine?

deep blues

The St. Louis Blues is 100 yrs old.

Composed and arranged by WC Handy in 1914, the song is touted on its original sheet music cover as "The first successful blues published" as well as "The most widely known ragtime composition."

For modern music lovers, that's a confusing blurb, since blues and ragtime sound nothing alike. Yet this strange piece does have elements of blues, mixed with raggy interludes and even a little plagiarism (I recognized "Tuck me to sleep in my old Kaintucky home") among the various themes and modes in the 1914 recording by Handy's orchestra.

"St. Louis" followed Handy's "Memphis Blues" and the "Dallas Blues" by a white composer, Wand Hart. Both were published in 1912, and both are great songs, but neither is actually a blues. Even though Hart attempts a blues-like structure in Dallas's chorus, like Handy's Memphis Blues it remains essentially a fox trot.

The blues -- a series of rhymed couplets in iambic pentameter, with the first line in each stanza repeated, appears prominently for the first time in Handy's pastiche of blues, rags, and pop tunes and lends the song an authenticity earlier efforts lacked. Blues is otherwise noteworthy for its utter lack and total ignorance of romanticism & sentimentality, the characteristics of 19th-century music & culture that cause modern listeners to squirm.

Cultural assimilation is glacially slow. After 1914, 16 years went by  before genuine blues patterns entered the musical mainstream, and another 30 years elapsed before white Americans were ready in large numbers for the "real thing," rural blues from the Mississippi Delta, sung 30 years earlier by Robert Johnson.

It would be impossible to overestimate the effect of the release of the first Robert Johnson LP (Columbia, 1961) had on pop music. The record caused Eric Clapton to retire from the scene for over a year and retool his approach to guitar, incorporating a bottleneck slide.

Once Robert Johnson was a pop sensation, the door was opened for the public to assimilate and appreciate other country blues icons, all long dead but not forgotten: Blind Willie McTell, Blind Lemon Jefferson, and Charlie Patton, the latter of whom I think of as the absolute heart of Darkness.

It all started 100 yrs ago with "I hate to see the evenin sun go down."

Friday, August 29, 2014

Thursday, August 28, 2014

привет Москва, до свидания Бирмингем

Not very many people worldwide read this blog. On a good day it might get 100 looks, which isn´t going to  set any records.

The thing is, on a day when catboxx gets 100 looks, 55 or 60 of them are in Russia, not the US.

This surprises me & warms my heart. But why? Maybe it´s because I´ve alwys been annoyed by cold-warism, by teachers telling us those Godless atheistic commies are gonna come over here & eat us. Somehow in my childish wisdom, I knew them Russkis were soft human beings, like us.

And now our masters in the Pentagon are trying to reanimate the corpse of the CCCP, but that's going over like a lead fart mostly. Americans are a little smarter than they yoosta B.

But I digress. What I wanted to ask is whether anyone there might consider dropping me a line, perhaps helping to explain to me why I have a disproportionate number of readers in the land of ice and snow. If it´s in Russian, that´s cool, I can translate. I know Google makes it nearly imposible to leave a comment here, so you can email or touch up on Facebook, where I´m Dave Brice.

And I want u to know Moscow and P'Burg are on my bucket list. Have to be in the summertime though, since my honey and I are allergic to snow and cold.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

program notes

You can´t tell which players are which without a program, and you don't know where you're going without a road map.

A map of the US today would show two regions: Upper U.S. and Whompon U.S.

Upper U.S. is the suburb. It´s Bellevue, or Upper Arlington, or San Anselmo, or any of the places where the men get in cars 
5 days out of 7 and drive a long, tedious commute to "work," while their women stay home, get the kids off to "school" (day prison), then sit around watching daytime TV and making gay potholders out of their husbands old socks.

Whompon U.S. is another story. People tend to spend more time on the streets there, because dwellings are crowded and there´s nowhere else to go. This is inner suburbs, or the parts of big cites that are neither rich nor gentrified...yet. There´s little regular employment except for shit jobs, and Whompon, U.S. can be occupied at a moment´s notice by an army which, though composed of fellow Americans, might as well be from Bulgaria, or Outer Mongolia, or Lower Slobbovia, or Tierra del Locos.

There is no contact and little understanding between the regions of the dis-U.S. of America. And it´s the same between the army which periodically occupies Whompon U.S., and the occupied.

BUT...the reality is that we are all in the trenches.

At a time like this, when Ferguson, Missouri, located, of course, in the Whompon region, is invested by a hostile army, we think of the victims of the occupation as the front line troops in a struggle for democracy and freedom. But the reality is that due to the nature of modern war, we are all, rich and poor, residents of Upper U.S. as well as denizens of Whompon, in the trenches.

If the local police have overpowering weapons such as armoured vehicles, rocket-propelled grenade launchers, machine guns, warfare-grade gases, flash grenades, rubber bullets and wooden discs, how much more powerful are the weapons of the national police force, i.e., the standing military?

Even though the entire world is in the front lines of any nuclear exchange, we tend to never think about the meaning of nuclear weapons, because actually using them is literally unthinkable.

But we need to think about them, because this is reality. And survival.

The Calculus of Destruction

Little Boy, the bomb with which the U.S. destroyed Hiroshima 69 years ago, yielded 13 to 18 kilotons of explosive force. So let´s say a 15 kiloton bomb, which is 15,000 tons of TNT = 15,000 x 2,000 = 30 million pounds of fresh dynamite, less than a pound of which (one stick) would blow a good-size hole in the house you're sitting in right now.

                                                                           LittleBoy / Fat Man

The Fat Man bomb, dropped on Nagasaki a couple days after we nuked hiroshima, yielded a harvest of 21 kilotons, somewhat larger than the previous one. However, these were both tiny little nukes compared to the big boys of our own generation. The smallest warhead carried today by our fleet of Trident Nuclear submarines is the 100-kiloton W76, while the W88 tips the scale at 450 kilotons. A single W88 warhead is 30 times the size of the bomb that leveled Nagasaki, shown here the day after it was destroyed by a lone aircraft dropping a single bomb.

We tend not to think about those earlier bombings too much because they happened "a long time" ago. Few of us ever reflect that even thinking about using those earlier, comparatively tiny weapons was  brash, unwholesome, and awesomely perverted. But Harry Truman went further, and actually pulled the trigger. This also set a horrible precedent; henceforth no one could pretend that there was no one in the world crazy enough to actually use nuclear weapons.

The Pentagon, in its mission to protect and serve the citizens of the U.S., is currently deploying 22 Ohio-class nuclear submarines, powered by nuclear generators, enabling them to stay submerged at sea for months at a time. Each is armed with up to 24 Trident missiles; each of these missiles carries up to four independently-targetable re-entry vehicles, and each of these is tipped with a nuclear warhead with a "yield" of between 100 and 450 kilotons, each many times the size of Little Boy and Fat Man.

We could go on to multiply the number of warheads per ship (up to 96) times the number of boats (22), and factor in the total kilotonnage and megatonnage, but that would be depressing, and we already know enough to know what must be done.

The only way most of us are able to deal with this information is to put it our of our minds, but that´s no answer. The biggest monsters have already been defanged -- at one time the U.S. deployed weapons with "yields" of 9,000 kilotons, one of which might have been suficient to bring on nuclear winter. We backed away from that cliff, at least -- all of the super-nukes were decomissioned some time back. But anyone who thinks that our systems are fail-safe, ad there won´t ever be a catastrophic accident with these fkng things is makng like Pollyanna. We've already come way too close way too many times, and the only good thing about such an occurrence is that the survivors would finally be forced to wake up to the reality caused by complacency, which plays us very false.

But we don´t have to wait. Kos ran an article yesterday which detailed how the residents of Ferguson,  Missouri, if they got their shit together and worked united, could fire the entire police force of their town, and hire a new one. We could get rid of nuclear weapons tomorrow, if most of us simply decided it was going to happen. We really don´t have to live this way.