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east side blog
8.09.2007
 

Nothing


What a dismal summer surf so far. Not too long ago I was bantering topics like crowds, kooks running me down, pros taking over, surf schools, and my general discomfort with the summer masses. To continue on these topics would require surf - a slim commodity. Sure, I've had my share of SB ankle snappers and the LB cruise - it was all so "fun", but fuckin' A, my patience is wearing thin. The way things are now - I have nothing to say about surf anything - not schools, kooks, pros, crashes, dings, T-bones, Tiburones, Steps, Hot Dog, the Pack of Hot Dogs, Terry, DQ, Flytrap, Penguin, surfing elsewhere, swell direction, water temp - anything to do with the surf. It's been flat, piss-ant, lame, wanting, small, weak - all those things and more. Got a new stick from Bert - but who cares - can't ride it. By the way Penguin, it's clear. On the bright side, I hear Penguin graciously left his house in SoCal to the Mayor for a Summer of Love anniversary party. Cover-bands (the originals are all old or dead now), free drugs (Advil), and free love (porn from caveporn.com). Forty years ago, the blight of the conservative movement ripped through our country - peace, love, and harmony - not the words a war profiteer wants to hear. Free love (not sex idiot), acid tests, music, art, and the environment. The Mayor has visions of bringing back 1967. Peter Max, Andy Worhal, Hendrix, Greatful Dead, Griffin, Airplane, Dylan, Rachel Carson (Silent Spring), Alan Watts, Huxley, sexual liberation, hash, LSD, 'rooms, livin' in the Islands on nothing, war protests, the draft, vote at 18, Kent State, shortboards---------. My gosh - what are we leaving behind now? There were down times too, but I was young and everything was a trip - literally. Flower Power!

Where are we now? Here are two milestones. One, Ms. Lice, our illustrious SofS suggests that we now face the single most important single-country challenge to US interests in the Middle East and "to the kind of Middle East we want to see". Our solution - sell arms to our "friends". This benefits the WarCorps and keeps everybody looking over their shoulder. And as in Iraq, arming our friends will in turn allow us the pretense to attack our friends once they turn their weapons on us. Of course, if we give weapons to Arab states, we must double what we already doubly give Israel. Here's the break down: $30 billion for Israel (on top of our already over zealous funding of their military), $13 billion for Egypt, and $20 billion for Saudi, Qatar, Bahrain, Oman, and the UAE. The idea is that all these countries need to fear, and thus protect themselves, from Iran - a country that has never acted aggressively toward the Arab states or Israel. Again - milestone one. Click on the figure above for more info on the weapons trade.

Milestone two - three coequal branches of government merge into one executive imperial unitary WarCorpGov. Proof - Supposedly, since we can't figure out where phone data, or any other edata originate from (this we are told is because of new tech routing stations located in the US), the WarCorpGov must spy on everyone and everything to keep us safe. The bother of going to court for a warrant could result in an attack - hence, no warrant, no probable cause - we are all to be watched and those whom we entrust will protect us - no mistake. Congress voted for it, the executive wanted it and signed it, and the Supreme Court - who already installed Bush to begin with, will likely 5 to 4 any trouble. Trust no one.

Happy Birthday Mom - I'm thinking of you. You're not missing anything important - I'm sure this shit would just piss you off. But, I wouldn't mind having you around.

Truth is life. Truth is death. Without death there is no life, no truth. Against the backdrop of death is life. How bright is life against the backdrop of death, burning on our mind's eye the truth becomes clear. 
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