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Demonstrating its illogical editorial policies, the NYTimes once again, on Dec 11,  declined to post most items I’d written in response to OpEd items, but did print one.  Here’s the censored items:

Reply to an Editorial on our bloated Pentagon and cutting its budget (a little bit):

America spends more on militarism annually than all the rest of the world combined. It does so in part because it has morphed into an over-extended and reviled empire; it does so in part because it is very profitable for a narrow sector of the population, usually called “war profiteers” in history books. It does so in part because the military-industrial complex hi-jacked the nation back when former General and Republican President Eisenhower forewarned us of what was happening. He was correct and our military-industrial complex has inflicted on the nation all the ills which he sagely predicted. Go read his Farewell Speech.

Ironically this editorial is an example of the damage, this mincing around this massive ugly problem as if it were a sacred totem instead of an evil burden.

We can cut the Pentagon down by 4/5ths and it would not only do no damage, it would be a blessing on the nation in more ways than we can count.

But we won’t do it because we are terminally ill and our military-industrial complex is a major component of that illness.

And then a silly Maureen Dowd item on the even more silly Newt Gingrich:

Ms Dowd unleashes a massive missive of meandering metaphors, carefully constructed in binaries, but unlike Kierkegaard’s Either/Or which enlightens, Maureen’s sinks under the weightlessness of her wit. Too clever by far, just like what I just scribbled. Sunday morning gruel.

And then a reply to another rather inane item by Ross Douthat:

I think most of the country, as say in the electoral stats of 2008, – ( i.e., that actually “liberal” majority which our pundits insist doesn’t exist in lieu of their “America is basically conservative” mantra) – what most of America wants from Republicans is that either they go away, or they magically turn themselves back into some variant of the last sane ones, like Eisenhower (who would be reviled by today’s version as some kind of commie for his Farewell Speech). They are not going to voluntarily go away, though they do appear to have voluntarily reported themselves into the loony bin, which even Mr Douthat hints at in his despair. And they most certainly are not going to morph into the reasonableness of Ike.

Obama is already a few steps to the right of Ike, however, so there’s not much solace to be found in having him beat Newt or anybody else.

Why these can’t be printed I don’t know, especially since other writers say essentially the same things.  Some kind of secret black-list perhaps…. Oh, those conspiracies.

UPDATE, December 18:

Once again, the scissors at the Times came out, yesterday, 12/17, and the following was unpublished:

By Gail Mitt’s-Dog-On-Roof Collins, on the National Defense Authorization Act signing by the inimitable Obama-bot.

The most important element you weave into this story (sorry, dog) is Mr Obama’s signing of the bill which demolishes what is left of the Constitution, and gives him (and future President’s) the right to call someone, an American someone, “a terrorist” and have them locked up indefinitely without a trial. King George should have such a dream! But here we are, doing it. (Do you imagine the warped Supreme Court would deem this “unconstitutional?”). Mr Obama is doing this, following his usual pattern of vaguely liberal feints, and then doing whatever the corporate military-industrial overlords have requested. Mr Obama is one slick Harvard trained Stepn’Fetchit, with a special talent for a dazzling tap-dance just before he says “yes, massa.”

Meantime in the broader world the Euro continues to be the focus of politicians and economists, and, well, frankly under attack by “the markets.”  Today Moody’s rating agency, a tool of “the markets” huffed and puffed about downgrading the AAA ratings of France and Germany.   Curiously this attack of the bankers, for that is what it is, has produced Europe’s new odd couple:

Merkel and Sarkozy cozy up in defense of the Euro

Every other day there seems, as there was today, to be yet another ominous report on the state of the Euro and the state of Europe: some countries are tilting towards authoritarian regimes (Hungary);  others, under economic stress have voted in conservative/rightist governments (Portugal, Spain) as if somehow the parties which produced their problems would magically become their opposite.  And others, in a bit of backroom banker’s maneuvers have been given newly appointed heads: in Greece a “technocrat” was not elected, but appointed.  He is of the banking community and was installed to impose “austerity.”   In Italy the odious Silvio Berlusconi was pushed out in a kind of coup engineered by, well, bankers.  And he was replaced with another so-called “technocrat,” a banker who once worked for, would you ever guess, Goldman Sachs.

Basically the minuet in Europe is one in which sovereign nations are being supplanted by the ever mysterious hidden hands of “the market.”   Of course we are not allowed to actually name names or actually define just what is “the market.”  Our conservative ideologues might call that “class warfare” or something, and we can’t have that.  And John Mills, whose words have been twisted beyond recognition by the corporate powers which are steadily engaged in a trans-Atlantic coup d’etat, would not likely approve of how his philosophy of “the hidden hand of the market” has been bent to the service of oligarchs.

One Euro pizza in Madrid

Meantime, back in the USA, the police have broken up almost all Occupy camps and the media, run by our wonderful corporate masters, have delegated their movement to the back pages, if not to oblivion or Foxxy ridicule.   Though the truth is Occupy continues to exist and grow, and has impacted the American political arena in ways far deeper than the faux Tea Party, despite not being supported with millions in Koch money.  It is, instead, supported by tens of millions of Americans who share their multi-faceted views and admire their willingness to stand up and be counted.

Occupy in Portland, Oregon

And in Russia, following a parliamentary election in which Putin’s United Russia party was found transparently rigging the vote with the usual ballot box stuffing and similar things, but was caught on cell-phone videos doing so (the old guard apparently is too old to realize that almost everyone has some kind of camera and video, and the means to upload it to the world).   And in turn, even in Russia there’s a Spring in December going on.

Protesters in Moscow

On a global level there appears to be something of a generational struggle in process, in which the entrenched powers that be, where ever and what ever ideology they claim, are being besieged by the young (and some of the old), whose futures have been robbed by a globalized transnational oligarchic system that developed since the Cold War began in the late 1940’s and mutated into a more harshly corporatized entity since the fall of the Soviet Union.  We note that in many areas of the world half the population is under 25 years of age.

Lottery ticket seller in RomeThe latest front-runner for the Republican nomination in USAFrom George Landow’s On the Marriage Broker Joke as Cited by Sigmund Freud in Wit and its Relation to the Unconscious or Can the Avant-Garde Artist Be Wholed?

A few weeks back I chanced into a brief notice that George Landow, a.k.a Owen Land, and if I recall properly a few other name changes during his life, had been found dead in his apartment in Los Angeles in June. I guess I must have missed earlier notice as I was traveling in Europe then.  I recall visiting him in his apartment, shared with John Schofill (who also changed his name to Luther something), at the time a hot-shot cinema avant gardist , sometime in the early or mid 1970’s in Chicago, where both were teaching at the Art Institute.   I recall George being a rather weird guy, which fit perfectly well with his rather weird films.    John was a self-appointed genius, and when showing me clips of his upcoming “masterpiece” one sensed one should sit on knees before the screen in religious silence and awe, and comment accordingly.  I found his footage nothing special and failed to behave as expected (I found similar behavior in Stan Brakhage, who had servile acolytes at his feet and seemed to require it – I never found his work all that wonderful and failed to kiss his toes either).   John seemed insulted by my failure to genuflect at the altar of his genius, and George seemed uptight.  I do remember finding it all a bit too much, and finally giving Landow a big bear hug, lifting him off his feet and perhaps suggesting he loosen up a bit.    Some decades later I think, but my memory is hazy here, that I bumped into the new Owen Land in Los Angeles, at some film something. He said he was trying to make a movie there, which from what I read, apparently he did:   Dialogues, or A Waist Is A Terrible Thing To Mind

Owen Land, 1944 – 2011

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