program note

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blog sucks lately, and i apologize--dreary posts and unanswered comments abound.  what can i say, i'm not in a good space these days.

and not for the reason you might think--i start my new job next week, so no worries there [unless the background-check folks find this blog, of course].

no--the sad truth is, mkf does not handle big stretches of unstructured time well.

i can sorta come close to imagining what normal people with the capacity to enjoy shit would do if they suddenly found themselves at loose ends in sunny southern california with a month of free time between gigs and a big pocket full o' severance cash--but only barely.

me?  it just gave me more time to brood, consult my doomsday indicators and shake my head in helpless wonder at all my oblivious fellow americans out there happily walking around spending money and living their lives as if the world as they've always known it isn't about to end.

oh, yeah--and more time to drink.

problem is, these days the vodka's not producing the kinda high-quality posts it could once be reliably counted on to dredge up outta my twisted psyche, so i'm thinking there's only one healthy way to deal with this alcoholic dead end:

switch to tequila.

i'll let you know how that goes.

why i pay no attention to the mainstream media

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two weeks ago:

today:

awhile back, a regular reader took me to task for my alarmist, harebrained views and suggested i might want to look to more "respected" sources for my news.

like the one above, faithful reader?  god only knows how many poor saps were lured back into the market by that cheery, calculated, corporate-sponsored drivel--just in time for the fleecing.

this one's for anybody out there who's still unclear about whether or not the terrorists have won

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see that big, pretty building up there with all those steps leading up its majestic entrance?

for 75 years, petitioners of the supreme court of the united states of america have boldly and freely trod those marble steps, passed between the eight mighty columns supporting an architrave upon which is carved "equal justice for all," and entered through its tall bronze doors that most exalted and sacrosanct chamber of american jurisprudence.

yeah well, no more--the front doors of our national court have now been sealed; henceforth, if you're a civilian who wishes to enter this building, you'll have to take off your shoes, empty your pockets, hunch your shoulders and cravenly sneak through an ignominious, newly-constructed [but oh-so-safe] side entrance.

kudos to justices ginsburg and breyer for being the only two on the court with the cojones to oppose this atrocity--and, while i'm at it, kudos to the state of israel for long ago demonstrating to the modern world its understanding that the possibility of occasional civilian bloodshed is a small price for a nation to pay in order to retain its freedom.

confessions of a conspiracy theorist

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back when i was a sophomore in high school, somebody handed me a taylor caldwell bestseller entitled captains and the kings, a sweeping historical saga notable not merely because it was a damned good read, but, more importantly, because this single, seminal book exposed the young, impressionable mind of mkf for the first time to the idea of a shadow government behind all the show-governments everybody thinks run the world.

it was fantastic:  this fantastically-talented woman painted eloquent word pictures of smoky drawing rooms full of rich bankers--she daringly called them "the committee of foreign relations"--casually deciding the start dates and durations of world wars, revolutions and financial crises, all with the ultimate and eventual goal of one world government ruled by--guess who?  the bankers.

while i loved the book, i mostly dismissed its politics as batshit-crazy and moved on to bigger and better things--but, try as i might, i couldn't forget it.

a few years later, an incomparably superb professor of american history would hold my freshman college class spellbound as he explained in great, dispassionate detail how a young british naval intelligence officer named winston churchill engineered the german sinking of the lusitania in order to draw the united states into world war I.


and then 25 years later, as prime minister of great britain, this same guy would assist franklin roosevelt in instigating the japanese attack on pearl harbor--allowing just enough damage to the american fleet, but not too much--that would draw the united states into world war II.


 but i digress.

and then, over the next 38 years, i've sat back and watched as, one by one, pretty much every one of ms. caldwell's batshit-crazy predictions have come to pass.

for those of you who still don't get what's happening, i offer up the following recent headline:

the above was a buried story, nowhere to be found in the mainstream american press [and if you don't know what the european central bank is, it's basically their equivalent of the american federal reserve bank.  and if you don't know what the council on foreign relations is, go back up and read the second paragraph of this post--and then you might wanna do a little googling].

scary thing is, these bastards aren't even trying to hide their global ambitions anymore.

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drunken update:  this one wasn't anywhere near ready for prime time, but, as sometimes happens when i'm really shitfaced, i hit the wrong button and rss did the rest.  i hope it at least halfway makes sense--god knows i'm in no condition to know.

because apparently it's only bad if you do it to illegals in arizona

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so at the same time--and i mean, the EXACT same time--that the left is self-righteously wringing its collective hands over arizona's new "show me your papers" law, the democratic leadership has suddenly decided it's time to push forward with a chillingly dangerous idea that i thought had died a righteous death a couple years back; namely, the national ID card--complete with biometric identifiers, RFID tracking chips and god only knows what else.

at first, of course, we'll only need it to get a job, but one of these days we'll need it to get a cup of coffee--with this single step, we really are talking about the beginning of the end of freedom as we know it.

and senate democratic whip dick durban apparently thinks that we americans have been so completely beaten into submission by PATRIOT-Act intrusions upon our civil liberties over the last eight years that we'll accept this final indignity without a whimper.  his actual quote (in case you think i'm lying):

For a long time [the national ID card] was resisted by many groups, but now we live in a world where we take off our shoes at the airport and pull out our identification.

sad thing is, motherfucker's probably right.