Thankfully, George W's purpose on earth was finally fulfilled last November, when his Reign of Terror was finally seen for what it really was . . . and a majority of American voters - and the Electoral College - were so fed-up they elected our first African-American president.
Having fulfilled his destiny, it is now time for W to go to The Hague and stand for judgment before the International Criminal Court (ICC). But is it to be? When he was president, W was adamantly opposed to having U.S. military and political leaders, such as himself, Wolfowitz, Rumsfeld, and others, subject to the rules and standards of the ICC. Toward the end of his reign, the genocide practiced in Darfur seems to have softened Bush's stand against the ICC, but only in relation to other nations, not his own.
Rather than facing up to the torture and killings of suspected terrorists and the invasion of a sovereign country (Iraq) that led to the needless casualties of thousands of American servicemen and women as well as hundreds of thousands of Iraqi citizens, Bush and his henchmen claim immunity. After all, they believe they were well within their rights to wage war on Iraq. Their claim's foundation is a house of cards, but their exposure to the ICC is effectively hamstrung by the veto power of the U.S. at the United Nations.
So, the likelihood of the Bush Reign of Terror ever facing justice in this life is remote. But in the next life . . . well, let's just say, I would never want the acres of blood on my hands that they have.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Barbara Bush Gets Heart
Like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz, Barbara Bush was seriously lacking a heart. However, she got one recently, contributed by a pig, in an operation in Houston.
Although much of the evidence of her lifelong heartless behavior was hidden by the Bush family, she famously exhibited it during the ordeal suffered by New Orleans refugees who were forced to take shelter in Houston post-Katrina. After touring refugee centers in Houston, particularly the Astrodome, Dame Barbara said (paraphrasing), "So many of the people here were underprivileged anyway, so this is working very well for them." Ah, yes, if only a monumentally destructive hurricane could have wiped out their homes earlier . . . perhaps their lives could have been so much better sooner!
Pigs have been noted for having hearts somewhat similar to the humans who raise them lovingly, then slaughter them for meat. Pigs are intelligent, but despite their intelligence, they tend to trust the humans who are responsible for their demise. One wonders if Dame Barbara now shares these traits with her porcine cousins. But, of course, when you are a member of the American ruling class, you don't have to worry about befalling the same fate as the smart, trusting pig.
Still, it is yet to be seen if Dame Barbara will have the "heart" to eat pork during the 2009 holiday season. Oink, oink.
Although much of the evidence of her lifelong heartless behavior was hidden by the Bush family, she famously exhibited it during the ordeal suffered by New Orleans refugees who were forced to take shelter in Houston post-Katrina. After touring refugee centers in Houston, particularly the Astrodome, Dame Barbara said (paraphrasing), "So many of the people here were underprivileged anyway, so this is working very well for them." Ah, yes, if only a monumentally destructive hurricane could have wiped out their homes earlier . . . perhaps their lives could have been so much better sooner!
Pigs have been noted for having hearts somewhat similar to the humans who raise them lovingly, then slaughter them for meat. Pigs are intelligent, but despite their intelligence, they tend to trust the humans who are responsible for their demise. One wonders if Dame Barbara now shares these traits with her porcine cousins. But, of course, when you are a member of the American ruling class, you don't have to worry about befalling the same fate as the smart, trusting pig.
Still, it is yet to be seen if Dame Barbara will have the "heart" to eat pork during the 2009 holiday season. Oink, oink.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
What it's like to be a part of history
I went to the inauguration of the 44th president of the United States, Barack Obama, and I'm not sure how to put that experience into words. But I'll try. (I shot 80+ minutes of video, and I'll add a clip as soon as I have it edited.)
I've never been in a sea of people before. I've been in big crowds, but nothing like this. According to media reports, almost two million people attended. I have no idea, but everywhere you looked, there was the sea of humanity. And what was truly astounding was that I saw no meanness, no unkindness. I only saw people being polite and considerate. I saw people trying to help people who were infirm, making way for others in wheelchairs, being kind and gentle to other people's children.
I saw the hopeful, happy faces on the old, the young, and the in-between. I saw happiness and joy. When I first entered a main artery of the District, I was shooting video, smiling like a maniac myself, in awe at the sea of people, and I was overcome with emotion. Tears trickled down my cheeks. I couldn't help myself, and I didn't want to. I was uncontrollably happy too.
I'm 60 years old. I didn't think I would experience such an event in my lifetime. It was more, much more, than an individual, blended African-American being sworn in to the highest position in my country - our country. This was America. This was the melting pot. This was democracy. THIS was the will of The People.
I arrived at Washington National in the afternoon of January 19, boarded the Metro (it was the only way to get around in the District), and found my way (with the help and kindness of a Washington business connection) to a hotel. I then went to the hotel's men's room, locked myself in a stall and changed into my tux so I could attend the Texas delegation's Black Tie and Boots Inaugural Ball. I re-boarded the Metro and went to another station where a shuttle was taking attendees to the ball (approximately 10,000 attended this event), which was being held at the gigantic Gaylord Resort and Conference Center. Sparkly surroundings, sparkly people. Numerous ballrooms, name entertainment, including Asleep at the Wheel, Gary P. Nunn, and many others.
I met another kind, considerate business connection at the Gaylord, and spent the night in her guest room of her house in Bethesda. The next morning, she took me to the nearest Metro stop. I had my suit bag with the tux and painful boots, a bag with a video camera, and a computer bag. These I planned to check at another hotel near the National Mall. The Metro was unbelievably crowded, but I shlepped the baggage, faltering only at the station near the hotel when I had to climb what seemed like hundreds of steps because the escalators were shut down. True to the spirit of the crowd, a thoughtful gentleman helped me get my baggage the rest of the way up the steps after my legs protested near the top.
After checking my bags, I started walking toward the mall, but I had made a false start. I had gotten a standing room ticket from one of my connections the night before, and I was walking in the opposite direction from my destination. Another kind person informed me of my error. I reversed direction and was finally on my way toward my designated checkpoint.
When I finally reached the checkpoint, I found - along with hundreds of others - that we were, inexplicably, being refused entrance by three authority figures. We waved our tickets and chanted, "We have tickets . . . let us in!" For comic relief, I began chanting "Attica, Attica!" Finally, I said to others around me, "I know what we would have done in the '60s - there are a lot more of us than there are of them." The next thing I knew we were doing just that . . . going for it. We broke through the flimsy barricades and wound up where we were supposed to be in the first place - standing on the shore of the reflecting pool, opposite the Capitol Building. We witnessed history that day. And we are all changed for it - in the best way imaginable.
I didn't even mind that I couldn't get out of D.C. until 8 p.m., missing my foolishly booked 3 p.m. flight. I found a place to stay - again, through the kindness of a stranger. The next day I successfully flew standby. I'm back home . . . and my life has been enriched in a way I never dreamed possible.
I've never been in a sea of people before. I've been in big crowds, but nothing like this. According to media reports, almost two million people attended. I have no idea, but everywhere you looked, there was the sea of humanity. And what was truly astounding was that I saw no meanness, no unkindness. I only saw people being polite and considerate. I saw people trying to help people who were infirm, making way for others in wheelchairs, being kind and gentle to other people's children.
I saw the hopeful, happy faces on the old, the young, and the in-between. I saw happiness and joy. When I first entered a main artery of the District, I was shooting video, smiling like a maniac myself, in awe at the sea of people, and I was overcome with emotion. Tears trickled down my cheeks. I couldn't help myself, and I didn't want to. I was uncontrollably happy too.
I'm 60 years old. I didn't think I would experience such an event in my lifetime. It was more, much more, than an individual, blended African-American being sworn in to the highest position in my country - our country. This was America. This was the melting pot. This was democracy. THIS was the will of The People.
I arrived at Washington National in the afternoon of January 19, boarded the Metro (it was the only way to get around in the District), and found my way (with the help and kindness of a Washington business connection) to a hotel. I then went to the hotel's men's room, locked myself in a stall and changed into my tux so I could attend the Texas delegation's Black Tie and Boots Inaugural Ball. I re-boarded the Metro and went to another station where a shuttle was taking attendees to the ball (approximately 10,000 attended this event), which was being held at the gigantic Gaylord Resort and Conference Center. Sparkly surroundings, sparkly people. Numerous ballrooms, name entertainment, including Asleep at the Wheel, Gary P. Nunn, and many others.
I met another kind, considerate business connection at the Gaylord, and spent the night in her guest room of her house in Bethesda. The next morning, she took me to the nearest Metro stop. I had my suit bag with the tux and painful boots, a bag with a video camera, and a computer bag. These I planned to check at another hotel near the National Mall. The Metro was unbelievably crowded, but I shlepped the baggage, faltering only at the station near the hotel when I had to climb what seemed like hundreds of steps because the escalators were shut down. True to the spirit of the crowd, a thoughtful gentleman helped me get my baggage the rest of the way up the steps after my legs protested near the top.
After checking my bags, I started walking toward the mall, but I had made a false start. I had gotten a standing room ticket from one of my connections the night before, and I was walking in the opposite direction from my destination. Another kind person informed me of my error. I reversed direction and was finally on my way toward my designated checkpoint.
When I finally reached the checkpoint, I found - along with hundreds of others - that we were, inexplicably, being refused entrance by three authority figures. We waved our tickets and chanted, "We have tickets . . . let us in!" For comic relief, I began chanting "Attica, Attica!" Finally, I said to others around me, "I know what we would have done in the '60s - there are a lot more of us than there are of them." The next thing I knew we were doing just that . . . going for it. We broke through the flimsy barricades and wound up where we were supposed to be in the first place - standing on the shore of the reflecting pool, opposite the Capitol Building. We witnessed history that day. And we are all changed for it - in the best way imaginable.
I didn't even mind that I couldn't get out of D.C. until 8 p.m., missing my foolishly booked 3 p.m. flight. I found a place to stay - again, through the kindness of a stranger. The next day I successfully flew standby. I'm back home . . . and my life has been enriched in a way I never dreamed possible.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
AC/DC, Australian Pink Floyd, Black Queen Speaks & Troublemaker
It's been a long, dry spell for posts but not for excellent music!
I've been very fortunate to be entertained in the past three months by AC/DC, Australian Pink Floyd, Black Queen Speaks and Troublemaker. The latter two groups are local to the Houston area.
Black Queen Speaks (BQS) features this blog's designer, Gabe Lopez, on bass, and three other outstandingly talented performers on guitar, drums, and guitar/vocals. Mike, the vocalist, sneaks up on you: he is handsome, clean-cut, and resembles the guy who rode up to your house on a bike, bearing witness for the Mormons. Consistent with his nice guy image, Mike is the most considerate musician making heavy music - when I saw BQS at Bohemeo's in Houston (an intimate poetry, art and music venue), he passed out earplugs to everyone in the audience. But what issues from his larynx is nothing short of a clarion cry about what's happening on the street. The boy is hot . . . and his lyrics are all-adult. BQS performs all original compositions that will remind you musically of classic rock anthems . . . fused with totally up-to-date rhythms. Catch this excellent act at Rudyard's on Waugh Dr. on Thursday, January 22, or at many other venues throughout 2009!
Troublemaker features frontwoman Kat (Kathy) James, owner of Kat's Guitars in The Woodlands (contained in All Pawn, owned by Kat's hubby, on I-45 North near Sawdust). Kat and Troublemaker put on an exciting show, which I took in at the 19th Hole on Sawdust Road. The first set consisted of great covers - AC/DC, Metallica, the Black Crows, etc. The second set was Kat's trademark tribute to Janis Joplin - Janis on the Rocks. Kat plays lead and rhythm guitar like Joan Jett and sings like Janis. And that Jack Daniels growl is authentic - Jack Black is the band's official beverage. Catch this great act at clubs all over the Houston area.
AC/DC put on the most amazing show at Toyota Center I've seen since the days of Alice Cooper. It was a rock extravaganza, complete with animated, sex-soaked movie clips, a huge, inflated Whole Lotta Rosie, and Angus in his usual rare form. It's hard to believe these guys are moving into senior citizen-hood . . . they were more energetic than most of the young fans who were brought to the concert by their parents! It was my first time to attend an AC/DC concert, but Sensei Deddy Mansyur, who accompanied me, had seen them a couple of years after he arrived in the U.S., in 1979. I asked him which show was the more impressive . . . he didn't hesitate: "This is better," he said, with a gleam in his eye!
And Australian Pink Floyd brought something to the Verizon Wireless Theater that transcended the meaning of "tribute band." The group is composed of tremendously talented musicians in their own right. The Aussies have been at it for 20-plus years, and they have honed the music, vocals and theater into a fine representation of Gilmour, Waters, Wright and Mason . . . not to mention the three outstanding women backup vocalists. The morning after, I genuinely felt like I had been to a Pink Floyd concert the night before. All in all, it was all the bricks in The Wall!
I've been very fortunate to be entertained in the past three months by AC/DC, Australian Pink Floyd, Black Queen Speaks and Troublemaker. The latter two groups are local to the Houston area.
Black Queen Speaks (BQS) features this blog's designer, Gabe Lopez, on bass, and three other outstandingly talented performers on guitar, drums, and guitar/vocals. Mike, the vocalist, sneaks up on you: he is handsome, clean-cut, and resembles the guy who rode up to your house on a bike, bearing witness for the Mormons. Consistent with his nice guy image, Mike is the most considerate musician making heavy music - when I saw BQS at Bohemeo's in Houston (an intimate poetry, art and music venue), he passed out earplugs to everyone in the audience. But what issues from his larynx is nothing short of a clarion cry about what's happening on the street. The boy is hot . . . and his lyrics are all-adult. BQS performs all original compositions that will remind you musically of classic rock anthems . . . fused with totally up-to-date rhythms. Catch this excellent act at Rudyard's on Waugh Dr. on Thursday, January 22, or at many other venues throughout 2009!
Troublemaker features frontwoman Kat (Kathy) James, owner of Kat's Guitars in The Woodlands (contained in All Pawn, owned by Kat's hubby, on I-45 North near Sawdust). Kat and Troublemaker put on an exciting show, which I took in at the 19th Hole on Sawdust Road. The first set consisted of great covers - AC/DC, Metallica, the Black Crows, etc. The second set was Kat's trademark tribute to Janis Joplin - Janis on the Rocks. Kat plays lead and rhythm guitar like Joan Jett and sings like Janis. And that Jack Daniels growl is authentic - Jack Black is the band's official beverage. Catch this great act at clubs all over the Houston area.
AC/DC put on the most amazing show at Toyota Center I've seen since the days of Alice Cooper. It was a rock extravaganza, complete with animated, sex-soaked movie clips, a huge, inflated Whole Lotta Rosie, and Angus in his usual rare form. It's hard to believe these guys are moving into senior citizen-hood . . . they were more energetic than most of the young fans who were brought to the concert by their parents! It was my first time to attend an AC/DC concert, but Sensei Deddy Mansyur, who accompanied me, had seen them a couple of years after he arrived in the U.S., in 1979. I asked him which show was the more impressive . . . he didn't hesitate: "This is better," he said, with a gleam in his eye!
And Australian Pink Floyd brought something to the Verizon Wireless Theater that transcended the meaning of "tribute band." The group is composed of tremendously talented musicians in their own right. The Aussies have been at it for 20-plus years, and they have honed the music, vocals and theater into a fine representation of Gilmour, Waters, Wright and Mason . . . not to mention the three outstanding women backup vocalists. The morning after, I genuinely felt like I had been to a Pink Floyd concert the night before. All in all, it was all the bricks in The Wall!
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