From the inimitable Ellen Hawley, who publishes many wonderful things that you’ve unlikely encountered elsewhere. An excerpt:
“I can’t leave you without talking about the map of Ikea stores in Oosthuizen’s book. (It’s reproduced in the review. The link’s above.) She argues that future archeologists could mark a map with all the Ikea stores that are close to rivers leading to the North Sea, and from that theorize that Sweden colonized Britain in the late twentieth century.
They could back up the theory by pointing to the amount of Ikea furniture in people’s homes and decide that the 100,000 Swedes who lived in London in 2018 had moved there to work for Ikea.”
Until recently, if you asked who the Anglo-Saxons were the answer would’ve been that they were people from two northern European tribes who invaded England during the fifth and sixth centuries and then put down roots and stayed. They pushed the Britons (mostly Celts who’d been Romanized) to the corners of the island and formed a shifting set of small kingdoms in the island’s middle.
The kingdomlets eventually became one full-size kingdom, which was in turn overthrown by the Norman invasion in 1066.
Sic transit gloria mundi, which is Latin from Do whatever you like, in the end it all goes wrong anyway. It’s a run-on sentence, but you can blame the ancient Romans.
The Jutes and the complications
To complicate the picture (I can never resist a complication), you can also tell the traditional story so that there were three tribes, the Angles and the Saxons plus…
Recently, fellow friends of Palestine invited a Palestinian woman to a Major League baseball game, a sport that draws fans of all ages. The expression “as American as…” includes a proclivity to demonstrative force. The National Anthem represents just another way to blow a few things up, the celebration of explosions works to favor the celebration of ignorance as well. The American calendar is replete with noisy holidays. Some of this is going on as I type: the fireworks offered domestically and at a planetwide level . They are gathering at a baseball stadium to observe F-16s breaking silence. The Star-Spangled Banner recalls a hell on Earth in the form of War Birds bringing random deth to innocents around the Planet. The Palestinan woman at the Ballpark was not forewarned of the intervention of peace in the sky above. She sought a hiding place where she could hide and scream. PTSD is the everyday in Palestine, every day. We fund it and keep the insanity at a pandemic level. American bombs rip bodies into flaming pieces of nameless collateral victims of Pax Americana. The discipline of the Spartan members of our military state drops the “bombs bursting in air” to the children of Yemen. The object is to blow up bodies for the furtherance of fear and loathing in a military theater populated by drones. The inaptly named Department of Defense commands a disproportionate share of scientific progress. Drones were first used to drop death from a continent and an ocean away: job one. Using drones to drop Amazon orders had to wait, but capitalism is never far behind. The US Empire sells bright, gleaming works of art that get the job done with a sufficient body count to justify a war theater for our geopolitical friends in Israel and within the family of Saud. Explosions make customers happy. For each bomb exploded, a replacement order is cut. Munitions keep the merchants of death wealthy.
Freedom fighters who drop hell from a blue sky, making the world safe for capitalist hegemonies. A blue sky is chosen because it makes the tracking of innocents into more visible. The joystick may be in an F16 or some such death dispersal device. Or that joystick may be located in a bunker somewhere in a red State. It is dark outside the hole where a soldier sits with headphones and observes the details revealed by the Sun. It also makes it possible to read the fear on the faces that have been assigned death. I understand that the cameras available on a drone are capable of allowing the death dealer to look into the eyes of the target marked for death. PTSD is the most commonly reported response for the brain of the joystick holder. Freedom is not free, it requires the expenditure of many black and brown bodies.
Of course, these bunkers are also located at trusted purchaser sites. The largest of these bunkers is populated by Israeli Occupation Forces located at extremely militarily important geopolitical sites. They are also brought to the field where an “enemy” gets obliterated by projectiles of many forms. Mobile units are strategically located near an apartheid fence/wall/barrier/figment of the imagination. Teams of death dealers decide on the specific methods for delivering humiliation. One popular decision is to aim at a single knee of a young freedom fighter on the inconvenient side of a loathingly enforced apartheid barrier. Maim the young such that they live miserable existences and “stand” as examples for the Israeli Occupation Forces.
I have friends who had invited a Palestinian to a baseball game. As usual, sports and F-16s dropped through the sky to add some thrill to a Star-Spangled Banner that speaks of a hell that gets the expeced resuts for our patriotic War Birds, the gentlemen who bring random death to the most innocent among us.
That Palestinan woman at the Ballpark sought a hiding placewhere she could hide and scream. It is what happens when your entire life is peppered with expendable bombs to waste expendable human units. American bombs rip bodies into flaming portions of nameless collateral value the world over. These are in absurdedly disproportionate war theaters such as Yemen. There, they patriotically blow up bodies to serve as targets in a game called fear and loathing. The US Empire sells these bright, gleaming phallics to get the job done with zero possible retaliation. Black and brown bodies are cheap if you are a freedom fighter who drops hell from a blue sky, making the world safe for capitalist hegemons. A blue sky is chosen because it makes the tracking of innocents: the targets. The joystick may be in an F16 or some other death delivering device. A joystick may be located in a bunker somewhere in a red State. It may be dark outside the hole in which a soldier sits with headphones and observes the details revealed by the Sun that illuminates targets and improves the kill count. It makes it possible to read the fear on the faces that have been dealt a death card. I understand that the cameras available on a drone are capable of allowing the death dealer to look into the eyes of the target marked for death. PTSD is the most commonly reported response for the joystick holder. Of course, these bunkers are also located at trusted purchaser sites. The largest of these bunkers is populated by Israeli Occupation Forces located at geopolitically secure sites. They are brought to the field where an enemy gets assigned a highly probably projectile made in the USA. The mobile units are positioned near an apartheid fence/wall/barrier. Teams of death dealers may decide upon different methods of humiliation dealt to the Palestinians for 73 years and counting. One popular option is to aim at a single knee of a young freedom fighter at an apartheid barrier. Maim them young so that they live unfortunate existences. So far, this has not reduced the number of individuals marked for maiming. The US allocates $3.8 to keep the death-dance cadence. In Israel alone.
Being Volume IV of a multi-volume set of tomes assembled by apologists for American imperial ambitions in the latter decades of the 19th Century. I obtained this 415 page apology for US foreign relatios at a local discard sale for the price of $0.50. Hope you enjoy this book report.
I enjoy how the authors get branded at the subtitle level:
“BY THE MASTER HISTORIANS.”
Volume IV starts with the fictional sinking of the Maine, a plan to turn Havana into an American Naval station, it takes on the geopolitically significant islands of the Philipines, and ends with a justification for invading Hawaii and removing happy-go-lucky Hawaiians for their own good. Hawaii is described as being inhabited by lazy residents. They need to be rescued by means of well-armed American gunboats. Hawaii was to become a State in the same year that Alaska became State 49. Essentially, it is a tale of ambition that covers for the William McKinley administration that ended with McKinley’s assassination in 1901.
The United Fruit Company was actively promoting their brand in Central America, while simultaneously protected by US gunboats. Such extra-corporate activity gets viewed historically as “business as usual.”
To the question “have the natives been consulted?” Mr. James (one of the MASTER HISTORIANS) replies:
“No, but were the American Indians consulted inthe early days here, or the natives of Alaska in later times?”
The truth was available at the time, but only figures with the stature and popularity of Mark Twain could write about the activity of US gun boats protecting “national security interests” around the globe. The Monroe Doctrine is now interpreted as an honorable way to keep the American spirit alive, blast the interests of those governments we are so courteously protecting, and the doctrine of Pax Americana continues to be applied in the interest of national security and world peace. Our history books take the lead from “enlightened” authors who parrot the lies that keep the gun boats afloat.
Patriotic behavior is expected of every citizen of the US Empire, it has become the measure that seeks to equate critical thinking with a lack of appreciation for American values. Demonstrations are characterized as threats. BLM is viewed as a loose collection of radicals who threaten to disrupt peaceful adherence to the wishes of a law and order hegemony. Protest abroad get infiltrated by American goons, just to make certain that they know where the gunboats need to identify targets.
Full disclosure first — I am the green sheep in the family: one of “those vegans” who have the temerity to speak up for “others” — more similar to us than not — who have no voice in determining their own destiny. Today I focus on the multiple billions living in camps
By this time next year 70 billion will have lived from birth to death in one of those facilities. Factory friendly farms.
Well there must be a good reason then.
Many reasons, but each is specious, spurious and tawdry. We deny inalienable rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness to “the others.” Is that ethical behavior? Do animals volunteer their own destruction?
Bill, they outnumber us 10 to 1. So it looks like we are the ones endangered here. Do you call that fair? Let us tell you something. life isn’t fair and freedom…
Musicians of a certain kind find their way into your heart, the most relatable head for your soul. Recently, I learned a bit more than the tune and accompanying lyrics. It feels like getting a tad too close to a flame that you didn’t know existed.
Both of these souls created extraordinary art in the 1970s, a personally most formative time for this author. So I shall recount to my dear readers what appeared behind the scenes.
Perhaps I should mention that two of the muscians considered here were brought to an end at their own hand, and both by hanging.
The groups of artists are Badfinger and Jefferson Starship. Allow me to inform you that I am a member of a certain kinship: survivors of suicide. We don’t know that we belong to a rather large segment of the population, we also do not ordinarily carry membership notices on our sleeves. Please know as well that membership does not expire. However, growth is possible and is always welcome
Celebrities do not need to declare an association with our kinship, they don’t have the luxury of remaining anonymous.
After Apple Records folded in 1973, Badfinger struggled with a host of legal, managerial and financial issues, leading Ham to commit suicide in 1975. Over the next three years, the surviving members struggled to rebuild their personal and professional lives against a backdrop of lawsuits, which tied up the songwriters’ royalty payments for years. Their subsequent albums floundered, as Molland and Evans alternated between cooperation and conflict in their attempts to revive and capitalise on the Badfinger legacy. In 1983, Evans also committed suicide.
With their current album suddenly withdrawn and their follow-up rejected, Badfinger spent the early months of 1975 trying to figure out how to proceed under the unclear legal situation. Their March 1975 salary cheques did not clear, and the April cheques never arrived. Panic set in, especially for Ham, who had recently bought a £30,000 house in Woking, Surrey, and whose girlfriend was expecting a child.
According to Jackson, the band tried to continue without Polley’s involvement by contacting booking agents and prospective managers throughout London, but they were routinely declined because of their restrictive contracts with Polley and impending legal actions. Ham reportedly tried on many occasions to contact Polley by telephone during the early months of 1975, but was never able to reach him.
Recently, I discovered that a rock group that abrubtly disappeard owned a backstory that I found among the comments on YouTube: the comprehensive chronicler of our days and ways. The commenters were nearly of one in regard to the disdain they felt for the manager who more than skimmed the group’s bank account, he drained nearly every penny into his private coffer and went on to live off the blood money until he quietly expired at age 81.
Desperate and overwhelmed, Pete Ham hung himself in April 1975, after a night of drinking with his long-time bandmate Tom Evans. He cited Badfinger’s manager by name in the suicide note: “I will not be allowed to love and trust everybody. This is better.” Then, “P.S. Stan Polley is a soulless bastard. I will take him with me.”
The next artist I consider here, Marty Balin, was brutalized (to be kind) by a US teams of medical criminals. I know of these kind of people because the serial criminals found brutish ways to mistreat someone who is likely familiar with readers of this blog: Lisa. You don’t know just how badly a medical professional can “treat” a patient until you witness their dark deeds first hand. There are multiple volumes that could be written on Lisa alone. I proceed.
Marty Balin was attacked at the very source of his genius, his voice. Marty walked into a hospital in basically good health, he left as were he multiply wounded by medical professionals as well. We live in a society that does not believe in stopping medical maltreatment whenever the criminals who make their way into the system wreak havoc and walk away clean.
The 2018 legal complaint accused the hospital and one of its specialists of negligently performing a tracheotomy on Balin following the heart surgery. That procedure caused him to lose half his tongue and suffer a paralysed vocal chord, the lawsuit claimed. Further negligence, it then said, resulted in a hand injury and the musician’s left thumb being amputated.
Please consider watching this very poignant review of “Hearts”, particularly if you are unfamiliar with Marty Balin.
The lawsuit stated: “Mr Balin walked into the hospital able to speak and with a fully functional left hand. By the time Mr Balin was finally released from the hospital, he had lost half his tongue, so that he cannot speak or eat properly; he also has a paralysed vocal cord; he [has] a necrotic left hand and has lost his left thumb; he had become totally disabled and has never recovered properly”.
I simply ask you to listen to fellow members of humanity who have become victims of high crimes and misdemeanors. Knowing something of what they met at the prime of their lives includes you as a witness to what should never havve occurred.
One of the most rewarding benefits of free-form sketching is creating fanciful characters who inhabit an alternate world inhabited by creatures of great diversity and lively behavior. Individual agents in an imagined society.
Sketching style is as individual as handwriting, I think that it is quite unique to the individual creator. Here are a few more depictions of my beings, curious sort of characters that no one has drawn before, yet they are all recognizable as the kind of folks and friends that might be found in a dreamscape. Hoping you enjoy the panoply of participants!
All there’s room to sketch upon the back of an envelope. I am calling it a self-referential study of the characters who seek to measure the confines of their world.
It’s about yay long…or is it about yeigh long?
I like to start a sketch by landing a squiggle, from that point it lets me know how to proceed by itself in some fashion. This one began with the eyes of the fellow to the right. Somehow, he became enclosed by a house-like thing that was too narrow. His hands burst through the wall in such a way that his left arm must be longer than the right. This led to another character who has her hand passing through the wall. There appear to be individual beings who make eye contact with various things in their proximity. The theme evolves from each pencil stroke.
The body counts and the sheer number of dead and wounded cannot be overestimated, this is a full-throttle engagement and the Israeli Occupying Forces are ruthless, the willingness of those occupiers to ethnically cleanse every square centimeter of stolen land knows no limit. Once again, settlers who had not qualms about stealing Palestine property, bulldozing every home. They kill at will and without compunction. They enjoy the fireworks from a convenient distance and celebrate each death. It is all a game to those without a moral compass and Zionism is just another European colonial project that they enjoy with relish. Please note that power and position is reserved for the Zionists who have always wielded the force. Power, force, and position are all guaranteed by the full faith investments of US imperial interests. The military hegemony alone rakes in $3.8 billion per year, geopolitical interests do not recognize the existence of a people who have occupied Palestine continuously for thousands of years.
What about those body counts and arsenals, are they equal in any way? The propaganda mills in Israel maintain that Gaza “forces” have fired 3,000 missiles into southern Israel. Hamas counts their weapons (armaments that are comprised of WWI level mortars) as 200. Where is the disconnect? Do the Israeli Occupiers observe that the fireworks propelled from Gaza seldom land anywhere near occupied neighborhoods, those neighborhoods being the homes of Palestinians before they were stolen in 1948.
As always, the NY Times, NPR…any media giant that does not cover the facts on the ground ignore any mention that even slightly criticizes the thousands of victims tabulated over the last 73 years. The system is not only gamed, the game extends along nearly every media source. Read them at face value and you will continue to live in a media bubble that focuses merely upon the interplay of bread and circuses. No bloody details do they cover, and nearly all the blood spilled is on the side of the occupied. Protest the most moral army in the world and you’ll be cut down at the knee. Hence the number of amputees you see among the youth who take on the beacon from their parents because Palestine is forever.
As the most-recent enormously disproportionate bombing by Israeli Occupation Forces starts up again for a new administration but same rubber-stamping in Washington, I am gearing up to cover what transpires and what outrages Zionists wish to advance under a cloud of cluster bombings. Your best source for information is Stanley Cohen, he has been a friend to Palestine for many decades. He is the William Kunstler of our time; in fact, he worked for Mr Kunstler in the day. Please know that he is the greatest bearer of truth about the Zionist occupation to date, I intend to bring Mr. Cohen’s thoughts to my pages as I stand with so many in solidarity with each occupied Palestinian.
I have written a great deal on this injustice, but sadly not frequently enough. If you would like to read any of my blog contributions to the struggle in Palestinian, please visit my older articles.
Thank you for all support. Up the rebels.
I make a small contribution to the fight, but am trying to improve on punctuality as the war crimes of the US Empire and their toadies continues apace. Here are a few additional places on Twitter where you may find insight and wisdom on 73 years of bitter occupation:
Although I am hoping that the news from the front brings an unexpected relief from those who support the enemies of justice, I am also planning to continue the much more likely outcome of further outrage.
Although a vegan for many years now, I cannot name a single person whom I have persuaded to adopt a vegan lifestyle. Why is veganism so thoroughly resisted?
Roman Catholics still consider fish to be a healthy choice for a no-meat pro-life diet. How can a faith with such an ostensibly large membership not see the eyes on a no-meat, Lenten-friendly fish-fry fish with their own eyes? These are persons who consider themselves to be enlightened agents operating for good on a shared planet. Has anyone ever asked a self-identified enlightened person why they continue to eat meat? Is personal enlightenment such an exclusionary process?
Animal sacrifices to a deity of choice is an act of faith, a personal sacrifice, and a thank-you gesture for every participant but the sentient being who gets to enter a dead state of existence due to diet choices. Animals were already identified as “live stock” in the Book of Genesis. Presumably, they were popped into stocks at their instant of creation.
There is no other being “created” by a god who wants to be loved so much that he will waste the flesh of tasty individuals by the million in the name of love. We are absolutely the only ones who have such a self-generated sense of entitlement. Yet a vegan choice is an unthinkable, dreadful, disgusting, and demeaning option.
Sport is often a metaphor for sacrifice. Even after leaving football with multiple deadly injuries to their brain, players get identified as heroes. No attendee in a stadium or arena is brought to a permanent state of hell, PTSD, and suicide. They just cannot stay away from a sport that offers them unlimited opportunity to murder opponents at the command of a coach. Getting a player back on the playing field is the prime directive.
The last extinction event came at an instant when hit by a six-mile-thick rock from outer space wiped out nearly all life on Earth. The current extinction event is already predicted to occur during the lifetimes of Earth dwellers. A pandemic is not enough to convince self-denying people that a change of lifestyle is not an option. We can’t seem to resist airports enough. No sacrifice is enough of a sacrifice for a member of homo sapiens.
Earth’s population has quadrupled since I was born, but the yearning of some of its holiest members — particularly the Catholic Christians — is enough to state that a 400% increase on their only planet is not enough. How many of the sacred unborn would have created more offspring of highly entitled humans by now. Yet, it would seem to be the only vital alternative for these most wealthy and resource-hungry Earthlings.
The Catholic Church is essentially a one-issue religion, and they voted for a political party that did not have a single issue on their platform in 2020. They are awful people and they need to be identified as such. They voted for Trump, his wishes as emperor god were enough to satisfy the qualifications that make a president Great. Great!