::the devil went down to georgia

9 08 2008

Georgia and Russia are still kind of bitter over that whole Stalin thing, I think.

So bitter that Georgia has declared a state of war on Russia.  For the Georgians, this is a step short of actually declaring war, but its a full scale shooting match no matter how you look at it.  The Russians are taking a page from Stalin’s (and Churchhill’s, Roosevelt’s and Eisenhower, and Bush’s) playbook, and directly targeting civilians in their gallant struggle to defend the peace loving North Ossetians from the barbaric hordes from South Ossetia.

Russia has a population of 146 million.  Georgia has 4.6 million.  Both have nukes collecting dust in old Soviet warehouses.

This should prove interesting.

Happy Saturday!

kisses,

jimbo

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::keep your war on.

19 03 2008

Five years of war in Iraq.

I remember very clearly watching the start of the war on television. Seeing infra-red footage from the hotel balconies of the hundreds of journalists in Baghdad, seeing the bombs explode and hearing unconfirmed reports of civilians dieing. Excited updates from the embedded reporters, talking about leads on hard targets and troops carrying playing cards with the most-wanted memebers of the Iraqi government on their faces.

My son Liam was a week out from being born. I remember the apprehension I felt wondering how this would change his life, and the lives of so many other children born during this time. I feared the world we would give him, invading and occupying two Middle-Eastern countries at the dawn of the 21st century.

The war has been in his reality his whole life. His uncle spent a year in Iraq, served with honor and came back unsure how to cope with domestic bliss. His grandmother, a Major in the Air Force Reserves, spent 6 months in Afghanistan. She wrote out greeting cards in advance to all of her children and grandchildren, for all the birthdays and holidays, and instructed her husband on when they were to be sent. She also served with honor, and came home with inexplicable crying fits and a distance between herself and everyone around her that, nearly a year later, is wider than ever.

He takes notice of it on the news now, as well, and has questions about the war and what it means. Sometimes he reminds me of that old commericial for the Time-Life books on the Vietnam War.

“…Not a child’s question, but a question a child might ask…”

Maybe we’ll be able to order books or DVDs or some shit for them on the subject some day, paying for it all in easy monthly payments.

Speaking of paying for it all, according to NationalPriorities.org, California residents alone have spent over 66 billion dollars on the war since it started. To give an example of how the money could be otherwise spent, that could send 9,947,258 students in college to California for free. Maybe more, since one of the other costs of the war has been the tanking of the US and world economy. Then again, maybe less, because as I’m sure our fine President would point out, that kind of money poured into education would only make the US more appealing to all those illegal immigrants who sneak across the border and steal our best jobs.

Zachary, my oldest, turns 13 on Easter Sunday. He’s always been aware of the war. He has played games at school reliving the invasion and the capture of Saddam Hussein. In between making jokes about our Lord and Savior turning into a brain-eating zombie for his birthday, and jokes about bacon crucifix and scone effigy centerpieces, he has asked how old he will be when he has to go off to war. The answer is one I’m not ashamed to tell him.

If McCain is elected, he won’t turn 15 as a US resident.

It is a luxury I realize I’m very lucky to have. How many Iraqi children have died instead of turning 5? How many have experienced the terror of soldiers bursting into their homes and shoving rifles in their faces? How many have lost their brothers and fathers and uncles to shouting monsters who steal them away in the middle of the night?

So happy birthday, America. And happy birthday, Iraq.

Make a wish.

kisses,

jimbo

p.s. – To the five or so of you wondering where the fuck I’ve been? Got hit by a truck, laid off, into therapy, looking for a job, loving my kids, rebuilding my marriage.

It was a wee bit overwhelming, so the blog fell by the wayside.





::9/11 Remodeled

11 09 2007

I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to write for this September 11th for a week or so now. I’m sick to death of politics lately, though, and I really didn’t care to have an entry centered around the Surge or the Senate hearings with General Petraeus, or the latest stupid thing Dubya’s handlers are shaking their heads over.

You can’t talk about September 11th, 2001 without talking about Iraq, no matter how linked they aren’t, and I think anyone who’s read more than two entries is probably pretty clear on how I feel about George dubya.

And what if we disregard Iraq completely and force it out of the conversation like the redheaded stepchild that it is? Then we are left with talking about the new fascism: wiretaps, detainments, deportations, Gitmo, no-fly lists, and whether or not breast milk is a dangerous liquid that should be banned from flights.

fuck.that.i.say.

So yeah, trying to think of something to say about 9/11 without talking about all that bullshit. Hadn’t really thought of anything.

I thought also about writing about how September 11th really effected me more than I thought it would in the months after that day. Like how every time I happen to look at the clock and see 9:11, I tense up and I feel a lump in my stomach. I don’t know the story behind that one.

I watched Flight 93 on cable the other night. I haven’t cried during a movie in years. Years, I tell you. And not because I try to be some tough guy jagoff who claims to not cry in movies, either. Wanna know something? I cry during TV weddings. Real weddings, too. Even if I don’t like one or more of the people doing the deed. But TV weddings get me too, every time. I don’t have to like them either.

Anyway, Flight 93. I cried, and I really, really didn’t expect to. I didn’t expect there to be such a portrayal of the fear and bravery and simple humanity of those people. I didn’t expect the terrorists to be somewhat human, and they were. To see their own fear of what they were doing was as painful as it was to see everyone else’s fear of what was being done.

I’ve rambled this far and all I’ve really said is that I can’t think of what to say and terrorism is bad.

So anyway.

I got home from work, and went out into the front yard with the two little boys to give The Missus a break for a little while, and all of a sudden Liam decided he wanted to ride his bike. We got him a bike back in March for his 4th birthday, and he’s been a little intimidated by it. He’s only ridden it 2 or 3 times. I don’t want to force the issue and make him learn to ride it. There’s no fun in that. And learning to ride your bike should be fun, so he’ll do it as his own pace.

But today he wanted to ride his bike. So we got it out and washed off the dust and cobwebs, cleaned the helmet and pumped up the tires. Off we went down the street and around the block.

He was very tentative at first, not wanting me to take my hands off the handlebars, and letting out a little whimper with each teeter onto the training wheels. I convinced him he needed to take his eyes off his feet and look where he was going shortly before we got to the corner. Which, being able to see it, he rounded like a pro.

He got a little further, sped up to the point where I let go but stuck close, and then suddenly shouted out, “Yeah for me! I’m doing it! I’m steering!”

I gave him some encouragement of some kind, and then, he said it.

What did he say, you ask?

Almost shaking on the bike with excitement and frothing at the mouth, Liam said:

TODAY IS THE BEST DAY EVER!

And I’ll be damned if he’s wrong.

We continue loops around the block for over an hour, with him sometimes having as much as half a block lead on me on looking back.

So fuck September 11th, 2001 and all of it’s tragedy and fascism and machismo and death.

September 11, 2007 is the day my kid decided to learn how to ride his bike.

and

the best day ever.

kisses,

jimbo





::look at the crazy lady

12 08 2007

running for Congress.

In a completely inexplicable move that has eliminated what could be her greatest ally in Congress, Cindy Sheehan has proven once and for all that she is nothing more than a sad footnote in the anti-war movement in this country.

I was hoping she would finally go home and grieve for the son she lost.

Maybe later.

kisses,

jimbo.





::hitting the nail on the head

4 02 2007

Okay, so this is old news, and maybe just about everyone else on the Interweb has read this dozens of times over. Maybe it’s like the email the Nigerian oil minister sends out every now and then that still fools my mom. (Not really. But the one about Bill Gates giving giving everyone who reads his email a million dollars gets her.)

But I heard it for the first time this morning on Beat the Press or Fuck the Nation or whatever, and it blew me away. It blew me away that some political nobody, at the time an Illinois State Senator, would be this ballsy. It blew me away that a statement like this from someone like him wouldn’t completely discredit him and kill his influence in his own party. It blew me away just how right on he was.

What the hell am I talking about?

This:

“I know that even a successful war against Iraq will require a U.S. occupation of undetermined length, at undetermined cost, with undetermined consequences. I know that an invasion of Iraq without a clear rationale and without strong international support will only fan the flames of the Middle East, and encourage the worst, rather than best, impulses of the Arab world, and strengthen the recruitment arm of al-Qaeda.

I am not opposed to all wars. I’m opposed to dumb wars.”

 

Barak Obama

 

October 26, 2002

 

 

He called that shit better than Nostradamas could have ever hoped to.

Maybe Barak Obama, and you have to work with me here for a minute, is the Anti-Christ.  Maybe he will sweep into victory in his bid for the Whitehouse, end the war, bring peace to the Middle East, and bring about the End of Days.

It could happen.

But he’s got my vote, even so.  I think it’s going to come down to Barak Obama or Hillary Clinton with the Democratic nomination, and if the California primaries mean anything, which they never have because they are too late in the season, he will have my vote.

And in November of ’08, my vote will go to either one of them.

But this guy.  This guy has balls.

kisses,

jimbo





::reminder for 2007

1 01 2007

We found the weapons of mass destruction. We found biological laboratories … And we’ll find more weapons as time goes on. But for those who say we haven’t found the banned manufacturing devices or banned weapons, they’re wrong, we found them.
–George w. Bush

Washington, DC
05/29/2003
in an interview with Polish television

i forgot about that.

kisses,

jimbo





::justice denied

30 12 2006

I hope the world doesn’t see the speedy execution of the criminal Saddam as some illusion of justice being served.

A criminal Saddam Hussein may have been, but he was no worse than others that the United States has fostered and continues to foster throughout the world.  No doubt the criminal George is pretty proud of himself these days.

kisses,

jimbo.