People who need to drop off the face of the Earth, NOW

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1. Daniel Fucking Cormier. The thing to do with a child you suspect was sexually abused is inform the authorities, right? Not according to this pervert, who thought the best thing to do was “marry” her in a bogus ceremony in a bogus church, of which he was conveniently the bogus pastor. His reasons? She “used every trick in the book” to seduce him–so sez he. Only problem is, she doesn’t think so; she says he sexually abused her from the age of 9 until she was 13 (she’s 19 now). Plus there’s the additional problem that she is not his only sexual abuse victim “bride”. And best of all, if you can read French, is the fact that this pervert has preached against homosexuality, calling it “unnatural”. I have a feeling he’s about to get really well acquainted with it in the federal pen. Hey Danny, don’t drop the soap!–No, on second thought, please DO. Maybe then you’ll understand how it feels to be the object of some, uh, unwanted attentions.

2. Bill Fucking Kristol. No, it’s NOT enough that the NY Whore Times sacked him; he just fell straight up and landed at the Washington Whore Post, where he will undoubtedly inflict more of the same fact-free, reality-challenged drivel on a sick and tired public. What does it take for a derelict neo-con ideologue to get blackballed from every press outlet there is, onaccounta he writes nothing but pure crap? Whatever it is, for the love of all that’s holy, let it catch up to The Bloody Kristol. PLEASE.

3. Alek Fucking Boyd. This crazy little Pinochetist shitweasel seriously thinks he’s a human rights activist. He also seriously thinks he can pwn Noam Chomsky. And funniest of all, he seriously doesn’t realize how hard he’s been pwned by…well, Noam Chomsky. Hey Alek, let us know when your butt starts hurting from all that full-throttle autocopulation, eh?

4. Manfredo Fucking Kempff. For playing into outdated stereotypes about Bolivian indigenous people, this one really takes the biscuit. Or the buttplug. I guess Manfredo doesn’t read, or he’d realize that there are no more illiterates left in Bolivia. Other than the likes of lily-white him, of course. And I agree, it certainly IS bordering on irresponsibility to let illiterates legislate. Considering that this guy served under an old military dictator who used to persecute indigenous people, I can see where he got that idea. And it’s very instructive to see that Bolivia was in a state of advanced decline when Kempff was in office, no? Sure does prove his point…although, sadly, not quite in the way he intended.

5. Hony Fucking Pierola. Perhaps someone should start a Facebook group to contract a sharpshooter to “liquidate” this piece of shit, instead of Evo? That would be nice, but you know what’s nicer? Getting his hate group hosed off of Facebook, and getting his name dragged through the otherwise whorish media. You know your shit stinks when even the AP just can’t bring itself to swallow it holus bolus. Now, all that’s needed is a Facebook ban for the cretin himself (and, come to think of it, a sweet little note to his ISP for violating their TOS), and the shit-flush will be complete.

6. International fucking banksters. What a sad statement about capitalism: Now it comes out that if it weren’t for illegal drugs and the vast amounts of money they generate (which the banks then launder), the privateering scow otherwise known as the S.S. Free Enterprise would have sunk even sooner than it already has. Logical upshot: Best reason for legalization ever.

7. Keith Fucking Luke. Way to prove what every antifascist already knows: White supremacist ideology is for loo-hoo-hoo-hoozers.

8. Branko Fucking Marinkovic. Oh noes, Evo won’t meet with him, or anyone else in the opposition, to water down the new constitution. Too bad, so sad, boo hoo, sniff sniff.

Oh, who am I kidding…

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Yo, Branko? Go blow an artery.

9. Leopoldo Fucking López. Riddle me this: How does the former mayor of the wealthy Chacao district of eastern Caracas end up wayyyyyy over in Táchira, a western Venezuelan state bordering on Colombia? And, more to the point: How does a mayor, whose job presumably entails keeping public peace and order, end up sponsoring “peaceful opposition student protests” like this one in Táchira?

It’s worth noting that police officers got injured in this riot, in which the nice widdle oppo kiddies can be seen firing guns. But since the injured officers are not from the Polichacao, I guess that’s neither here nor there with law’n'order Leo, who was recently feted in beautiful, democracy-free Dubai for some meaningless glitzy shit or other.

I also note, in passing, that all those flaming tires littering the street put the dirty lie to the notion that the opposition’s mayors are finally doing something about that garbage problem they campaigned so successfully on, along with all that law’n'order stuff. When will the opposition search its underwear for some gonads, man up, and take out THIS flaming, smoking, stinking heap of trash?

10. Banksters’ fucking molls. Poor widdle sugarbabies, now they have to break a nail and actually EARN a living, instead of just marrying it (or, even more pathetic, schtupping it on the side.) Life is so hard when you suddenly have to limit the number of designer
bags you buy on his credit card this year. Sigh…

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Sorry, girls, but my supply of crocodile tears dried up long before your sugardaddies’ bank accounts (and charisma) did. I spent it all on people more deserving. Now put down the sugary pink cocktails, knock off the gratuitous feminism-bashing, and get out there on the corner with the rest of your kind. If you’re lucky, you might even make enough not to have to hock your entire collection of Jimmy Choos.

11. and 12. Fucking Harpo and Fucking Iggy. Christ. Why don’t you two just get a room and stop swapping saliva all over Parliament Hill? And why can’t the rest of us have a democratic opposition worthy of the name?

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Sorry, no LOLcat. I don’t feel like LOLing about this, ‘kay?

13. And finally, all the usual suspects–the Polite Language Police. You know what you can do to yourselves. Now go do it.

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Festive Left Friday Blogging: Karaoke night at the World Social Forum

So who said all this democratic socialist leadership stuff was all serious, all the time? Not these guys:

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Evo: “Here, Lugo, it’s YOUR turn to sing with Chavecito now. Quit laughing, it’s contagious!”

For those who don’t mind being bored by the biographical…

Here are 25 random things about me, from my Facebook page:

1. I’m multilingual; my first language was German. Counting all the “dead” languages I’ve studied, I’ve got about a dozen under my belt.

2. My first complete sentence in English was “I like the pink ones too.” I was not quite two years old, and it was in reference to some salmon-pink gladioli my mom and aunt were discussing in the garden.

3. I majored in English Lit at university. Pulled down a solid B average, and aced the linguistic courses involving Old Norse, Anglo-Saxon and Middle English. My overall average would have been higher if I hadn’t switched majors (from Life Sciences) after a nervous breakdown and the first failed courses of my entire education (university chem and physics, twice each.) Not bad for someone who only speaks English as a second language, eh?

4. I still like the pink gladdies, too.

5. I’ve begun writing snippets of poetry in Spanish. It’s actually easier to rhyme, assonate or consonate in than English! Now, if only I could get a complete poem together. Oh well, next things next.

6. I narrowly survived being hit by a car at 14. One step further back, and I’d probably be in a wheelchair; two steps back, and I’d probably be in a coffin. But since I was quick on my feet, I left a nine-inch-deep dent in the careless driver’s left headlight, and was back at school, walking normally, six weeks later. Best of all, I got out of gym class for the rest of the year.

7. I still don’t have a driver’s licence. The day I was supposed to take my test, I had a panic attack.

8. Yes, I think the two above are somehow related.

9. I’ve never gone a winter without having at least one bad cold.

10. I’ve never spent a winter down south, either. But after two unusually harsh winters in a row, I’m seriously thinking of moving to Venezuela!

11. I’ve been drunk a few times (I can count ‘em on one hand), but I’ve never had a hangover. At least, nothing that matched the description. I’ve also never vomited or passed out after too many drinks; I can’t hold enough alcohol to make me do either. And I can hold a LOT of it. (Figure that one out.)

12. I was made yearbook editor in the eighth grade, despite having no related experience. My English teacher thought I’d have an aptitude for it. She was right.

13. She also told me I should be a writer, not a doctor (as was my ambition at the time). Again, she was right.

14. I was always more popular with my teachers than with my peers. Might it have had something to do with my being the quietest and brainiest kid in the class?

15. I’m rarely, if ever, the life of the party. So what? Parties aren’t the life of me, either.

16. I’m an introvert and a night owl. Good thing I’m not a dyslexic agnostic, too, or I’d lie awake all night wondering if there really was a Dog.

17. I’ve been doing yoga since I was six years old. I consider Madonna a n00b.

18. One of my grandfathers was a deserter, and the other was a prisoner of war in Scotland for three years.

19. My dad somehow managed to get away with not joining the Hitlerjugend. After the war, he sometimes poached for food and bootlegged schnapps for a living. I probably get my independent streak from him.

20. My mom was a refugee from a German enclave in northern Yugoslavia. She lost her baby sister to the diseases of war and poverty: malnutrition and dysentery. I didn’t find out about that until I was 12 years old, when she finally got around to telling me about Gerdi. I’ve been a peacenik pretty much ever since.

21. My mom’s grandfather, who died in a displaced persons camp, locked up his home-made wine in a hillside cellar before fleeing Yugoslavia in 1944. He never saw it again, but he was damned if he’d let the invading Russians get it.

22. I probably got my multilingualism from my mom’s father (who was the PoW). He spoke three languages: German, Hungarian and Serbo-Croatian. Which, along with his height (six feet even), made him valuable to the SS; they conscripted him for a prison-camp guard. After the war’s end, he didn’t know where to report for demobilization, because the German armed forces were kaputt. So he reported to the Brits instead. That’s how he wound up in Scotland.

23. My other grandpa was smarter; he deserted as soon as the British front passed over northern Germany. He’d been a horse-cart driver for the Kriegsmarine, and his horses bolted and ran away when the guns got too close. He ended up surviving a shelling by burying himself in a manure pile. Afterwards, he knew it was pointless to go back to war. He got some work clothes from a farmer, buried his uniform and military papers in a field, and simply walked home.

24. I probably got my smart mouth from my dad’s father. He actually dared to say he’d never voted for Hitler, and didn’t know anyone else who had, either. He got called on the carpet by the Gestapo for it once. They shut him up by threatening his four kids.

25. Because of my family’s wartime experiences, I’m a firm believer in learning from history. And that’s why I’m appalled at those who are doomed to repeat it–and those who only think they are free.

Dubya vs. Hopey, Iconic Photographs Division

Evo phones in

Listeners of Chavecito’s radio show in Venezuela got a treat yesterday:

Chavecito got Evo on the horn to congratulate him on the big constitutional referendum victory.

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Extraordinary rendition: what really happens to the victims

A half-hour documentary featuring the stories of two victims: Khaled el-Masri, a Lebanese-German kidnapped and taken to Afghanistan; and Binyam Mohamed, a British Muslim still languishing at Gitmo.

The Little Injun That Could

Heeeere’s Evo…

…thanking the people of Bolivia for a rockum-sockum victory of 61.96% Yes on their new constitution, which goes into effect immediately.

Naturally, the English-language media have all gone gaga over this, interpreting it as either a loss of ground for Evo (whose popularity rating sits at 67%), or some ooky racial thing (as though there were no white Bolivians who agreed that it was time for a change from the old days of selling off the country to foreign capital.) BoRev has some hilarious deets (although he may want to change the numbers in the title of his piece).

Speaking of weird-ass racial things, El Duderino wonders who in Rancho Cucamonga is reading him, and whether they have trouble seeing through the eyeholes in their satin sheet.

I don’t know who “they” are, but I suspect their problem with Evo (and that of the whore media, too) looks something like this:

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PS: Holy shit, talk about people with racism problems…get a load of what El Duderino has also found. Someone please inform that old has-been that (a) illiterates didn’t write the constitution, because illiterates can’t write (no duh!), and (b) the people that used to be illiterate in Bolivia aren’t illiterate anymore. No thanks, I might add, to the ex-politico who uttered that drivel. Now we know why he’s an ex, eh?

PPS: Aporrea now has the Yes count at 63%. As the elevator guy used to say, back in the days when they had elevator guys…”Going UP!”

Barquisimeto loves Chavecito

A student march in favor of Chavecito’s latest constitutional reform, one which would allow him to run for president as often as the people will vote for him. As you can see, they filled the downtown core with happy, bouncy spirit. Ska-P provided the background music with their tribute to Chavecito, “El Libertador”.

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Chavecito kick-ass, Venezuelan oppos lame-ass

A little video that says a lot, eh…

Chavecito and his “Yes” campaign for the constitutional amendment abolishing term limits. Get a load of the reception he gets, and the size of the audience for his speech in the second video. Then feast your eyes on the opposition’s “No” campaign, and see the charming arguments THEY have to offer. They actually pray to Alberto Federico Ravell (the vendepatria media baron of Globovisión) to save them! And the best they can do is soak a flag in blood (or something that looks like it.) Which actually, subconsciously, reflects just the sort of people they are.

Meanwhile, Chavecito’s having fun mocking them: “Do you think it will rain? ‘No is no!’ Do you want coffee? ‘No is no!’” Whatever question you ask them, that’s all the answer you’ll get. Which says something equally pathetic about them…and makes me certain that Chavecito’s in for a major, MAJOR valentine next month.

The ugly truth about the Bolivian opposition

El Duderino and El Gaviero have both been busy blogging the sugary propaganda videos of the “No” side in tomorrow’s Bolivian constitutional referendum. Judging strictly the commercials and music videos, you’d assume that the opposition were a nice, harmless bunch of dissenters who care about freedom and democracy, and for that reason don’t want the new constitution to pass. The truth, however, is a lot uglier:

Four-part documentary video in Spanish, showing the Porvenir massacre of September 11 of last year in detail. The trouble began when a campesino group supporting Evo tried to march to the town hall in Cobija to demonstrate for land rights. They were met at a roadblock by a group of oppos, who had dug a trench across the road. Rather than engage in dialogue, the oppos told the campesinos to go back, or else. A computer simulation shows the oppos, in green, chasing the indigenous campesinos, in white, into the woods. Then the campesinos stop, round on their pursuers, and a confrontation takes place–a very unequal one, since the oppos have guns and the campesinos don’t. There are numerous killings, as well as torture and terrorism inflicted by the oppos on the campesinos. The shooting only stops when a second campesino contingent arrives from the opposite direction, riding trucks and tractors; then the oppos make a run for it, with the campesinos chasing them. But the confrontation doesn’t end there; a group of armed oppos chase some unarmed campesinos to the river, forcing them to make a swim for it. And then they take shots at them while they’re in the water. Several more campesinos were killed this way. Since the river is infested with piranhas, there are several missing bodies which have not been found. The official count is something like 16 to 18, but the actual death count is much higher.

If you wonder why the opposition side, the “No” to the constitution, is going to lose big-time tomorrow, your answer is above. They are violent punks, and they have a major hate-on for democracy. Especially when it leads to progress for indigenous campesinos like the people they abused and killed in the video above.