Buh-Bye Bush

WORST PRESIDENT EVER

Is there anyone who’s not happy it’s the end of the Bush presidency? The only thing George was kind of good at was spinning the truth (a.k.a. lying). Now that reality can’t rain on his parade any more he has only history, which is a little more malleable, to contend with, and he’s already trying to spin that. It’s kind of sad to see him up there as the only person trying to pretend he was a good president, but with the passing of time, who knows, there might be some others. As usual his words are at an oblique angle to reality and I think it’s up to me and every other person who can bear witness to say that GEORGE W. BUSH WAS AN AWFUL PRESIDENT.

He claims that even his harshest critics (I’d be proud to be called that – I didn’t even like him when 90 percent of America did) will have to admit that he didn’t shirk from making the hard decisions. What a crock! Every president has to make decisions, that’s what the job is about, the question is were they the right ones. Invading Iraq was not a hard choice it was merely a stupid folly, one that was in the cards even before 9/11. As I’ve said before, even if we’re able to get out of there with any grace, the goals set before the invasion, either the bogus ones of the elimination of WMD’s and some kind of revenge for 9/11 or the semi-real one of creating a democratic, secular, capitalistic beacon of tolerance and hope in the Mideast have not or cannot be met and the most obvious result has been the growth of the power of Iran, which is something nobody wanted, not to mention the unnecessary slaughter of soldiers and civilians which doesn’t seem to bother George and company at all.

Another pathetic justification that you’ll actually hear from bonehead Quislings like Dennis Miller is that there hasn’t been a terrorist attack on American soil since 9/11. To me that doesn’t show the fantastic vigilance of the Bush crowd – why should they be any better at that than they are at any other form of governance? – but rather the weakness of the threat itself. The Islamic terrorists who Bush has so signally failed to get "dead or alive" seem to be more like Timothy McVeigh than Emperor Hirohito. The 9/11 crew took years to prepare and would have quite easily been spotted had Bush heeded any of the many warnings he’d been given. Some apologists darkly suggest that there are "things we don’t know," i.e. big attacks that have been foiled by Bush vigilance but can’t be disclosed for national security reasons. Baloney! Any administration that would out a functioning CIA agent (Valery Plame) for PR reasons wouldn’t hesitate for a second to trumpet their own successes, national security be damned.

No, the greatest contemporary threat to the Constitution and freedom in general has come from the Bush regime themselves, in their crusade for a one party system, a police state, torture, surveillance, executive autonomy and all the other fascist stuff they tried to ram up the butt of a hypnotized populace. But their failings were too obvious even to the "American Idol" audience. Bush is even trying to spin New Orleans as a federal triumph, but nobody (except maybe Sarah Palin) is that stupid.

Another thing to remember is that this administration has been the most consistently autocratic, right wing one on record, governed by the principles cobbled together by conservatives (mostly, it seems, on shouting "talk" shows). Governmental power both legal and financial was ceded to the rich and their corporations with unsurprisingly devastating results both for the economy and the populace at large. No other president has seen such dramatic failures in both foreign and domestic policy. Great job, George! At least you made your father’s administration look a little better in contrast. But in the end the lessons of the Bush regime are straight from Herodotus – hubris and pride lead to the ruination of great powers led by vain, shallow men. It’s a story told time and again by history, and the one that, despite all his spinning, will cling to George.

 

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Legacy

 

Legacy

 

At the old farmhouse

A bunch of kids drop by

Actual fans

We start work on a

Giant assemblage when

One of them comes in

And says Tekla’s outside

Yeah?

She won’t get out of the car

Really?

 

I walk out and climb in

She’s just sitting there

And won’t look at me

I want you to stop

Writing about me

She says finally

 

Oh, come on

I say

And give her my

Usual rap about

My work being

Her immortality

 

She argues saying

My students will

Be my legacy

 

Oh, come on

I say

They’re going to die

Too

 

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Rathskeller

A party in some big rathskeller, all women except (lucky) me. I mingle, methodically searching for Tekla from the front of the room to the back. I can’t find her, but there’s another woman who catches my eye, light, airy, graceful, a trifle unsubstantial even, wearing sunglasses and flirting amiably with me. There’s something very familiar about her, and I realize that she has a quality strongly reminiscent of Heather – vivacious was the word they used in her obituary – and we hit it off in a relaxed sort of way, and eventually, as things start to wind down, decide to go back to the house.

The first floor is crowded with people who have come over too, all talking, laughing and drinking wine. We hang out for a while and then head upstairs to my room in the attic. On the landing a maintenance man stops me and tells me in very technical and unfamiliar terms that when I get up there I should connect two things together. I tell him I have no idea what he’s talking about, and then he says Wait, are you the guy that’s getting married today?

Yeah, sure I say, laughing, trying to play along.

Then don’t worry about it, he says. I’ll take care of everything. (Only now do I start to think that the whole exchange was some kind of a dirty joke.)

 

Fine. You do that.

I hold the woman’s hand and lead her up the stairs, but I still can’t seem to take this fey, charming creature seriously – I suppose it’s that I don’t know who she really is. There are even more chattering females here and she walks through them and perches on my bed – and then suddenly, seeing her there I realize that she is Heather after all and just because she’s gone in the “real” world doesn’t mean that she’s gone from the dreamtime or anywhere else – unfortunately by now it’s getting late and we don’t have much time, and I’m absolutely furious at myself for not recognizing her earlier.

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Quote Bag: Feral Innocence

 

I would like the morning to announce itself on her fair forehead before the sky dyes itself in pink, and as the day gradually wanes, for the shadow of evening to become denser between her eyelashes before it does so on the leaves, on the stones, and on the clouds.

She would have a feral innocence, and the human side of her nature, that which is always human even in the noblest woman, would have the significance of an accident, of chance, it would be purely fortuitous.

– Curzio Malaparte

 

By dint of studying the girl, I observed in her, as in every woman whom we make our ruling thought, a variety of good qualities; she was clean and neat; she was handsome, I need not say; she soon was possessed of every charm that desire can lend to a woman in whatever rank of life.

– Honore de Balzac

 

Without lace, satin, or powder, she might indeed have seemed one of those beautiful, proud nymphs fabled to appear to appear to mortals in the depths of the forest or upon the solitary mountainsides only to drive them mad with passion and regret.

– George Sand

 

I was young then, and the Syrian women stirred all my senses to response. Their ruddy lips, their liquid eyes that shone in the shade, their sleepy gaze pierced me to the very marrow. Painted and stained, smelling of nard and myrrh, steeped in odors, their physical attractions are both rare and delightful.

With what languorous grace they dance, those Syrian women! I knew a Jewess at Jerusalem who used to dance in a poky little room, on a threadbare carpet, by the light of one smokey little lamp, waving her arms as she clanged her cymbals. Her loins arched, her head thrown back, and, as it were, dragged down by the weight of her heavy red hair, her eyes swimming with voluptuousness, eager, languishing, compliant, she would have made Cleopatra herself grow pale with envy. I was in love with her barbaric dances, her voice – a little raucous and yet so sweet – her atmosphere of incense, the semi-somnambulant state in which she seemed to live. I followed her everywhere. I mixed with the vile rabble of soldiers, conjurers, and extortioners with which she was surrounded.

– Anatole France

 

Then he suddenly felt, felt by a kind of intuition, that this grand creature was not merely a being destined to perpetuate his race, but the strange and mysterious product of all the complicated desires which had been accumulating in us for centuries but which have been turned aside from their primitive and divine object, and which have wandered after a mystic, imperfectly seen and intangible beauty. There are some women like that, women who blossom only for our dreams, adorned with every poetical attribute of civilization, with that ideal luxury, coquetry, and aesthetic charm which should surround the living statue who brightens our life.

– Guy de Maupassant

 

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This Morning’s Paper

 

Ah, the morning paper! For as long as I can remember it’s been a part of my life, and the few times that it hasn’t been delivered or I’ve been in an uncivilized place that doesn’t provide one I’ve been at a lost at how to start my day without it and a strong cup of tea. I suppose I appreciate it even more now that print journalism is going the way of the Great Auk and the Dodo. A world that relies on news from the likes of Rush Limbaugh and Mark Maynard is one in which UBU himself would crave extinction.

One of the glories of the paper is its ability to raise one’s blood pressure to the level necessary to insure a proper flow to the brain. There were several items that I wanted to respond to in today’s Detroit Free Press, and , with the reader’s indulgence I shall proceed do so.

The first is an article about a book that the frequent UBUite will know that I have personal knowledge of, having been fortunate enough to be present at its colossal world kickoff in what, it is said, is the finest bookstore in that world. The book is A Slaying in the Suburbs: The Tara Grant Murder by Steve Miller and Andrea Billups and the title of the article is Hackel criticizes book on murder: It lashes out about Grant case, he says. In it Macomb County Sheriff Mark Hackel claims his less than flattering portrayal in the book is the result of his refusal to grant an interview with the authors. First let me say that I spent an enjoyable evening with said authors (who Hackel obviously has never met) and found them to be responsible, very intelligent and compassionate journalists, hardly the type to "lash out" mindlessly at someone in revenge for not cooperating. I have also read the book, which I found to be a thorough, well written and meticulously researched account of the case. It’s not "lashing out," but damning fact that while executing the search warrant that revealed Tara Grant’s severed torso in a Rubbermaid container, Sheriff Hackel’s men allowed murderer Stephen Grant to simply wander away from the crime scene, thus beginning his flight from justice. Similarly Barney Fife is the fact that while under "intermittent surveillance" prime suspect Grant was able to schlep various body parts to and from various hiding place undetected. Hackel’s unfine whine is akin to your kid telling you they failed the test they didn’t study for because the teacher didn’t like them. I’ve long had a problem with the way that even good true crime authors like Ann Rule tend to make all the victims and their families angels and the involved lawmen equally perfect. Nobody’s perfect (not even, I’m sorry to reveal, UBU) and I thought it was a great strength of A Slaying in the Suburbs that the victim and her sister were portrayed as believable humans, warts and all, and both the mistakes and the successes of the Sheriff and his posse were delineated. I’m sure media whore Hackel’s outburst will only sell more copies of this fine book.

Next on my list is the so called "Kid Rock," though he is certainly neither a kid nor rock. Perhaps "Greasy Creep Country Rapper" would be a more appropriate moniker, although I will use his birth name Robert James Ritchie. Richie has also lashed out at someone with the temerity to criticize his wonderful self, in his case (literally) the judge who sentenced him after his heroic scuffle in an Atlanta Waffle House. Consigned to 80 hours of community service, Richie is annoyed that the judge won’t give him credit for something he was going to do anyway, give concerts for the troops in Iraq. How giving a concert would be punishment remains unexplained – who does he think he is, Keith Richards? Instead of making any kind of sense, Ritchie, noted for his moronic conservative opinions, chooses instead to practice character assassination on the judge (not a good idea in UBU’s mind) suggesting that "if he’s so badass" he should go over and practice law in Iraq. That nonsensical nature of this statement (Law? Iraq? Didn’t the exuberance of freedom do away with that?) rivals that of his fellow moron Sarah Palin, but it also reveals the pathological right wing obsession with toughness and being hard, in the conservative mind qualities best expressed by sending our young men overseas to kill the inhabitants of other countries on flimsy pretexts. Rock on! Ritchie further states in his proudly ignorant fashion: "There ain’t no bigger community service than going to play in front of soldiers who protect the freedom for you to put your camera on me right now." Perhaps he can tell the world of a totalitarian state where filming ultra-nationalistic two bit performers is outlawed – certainly it isn’t in the Middle East – but what I’d really like to know is how the insurgents in Iraq threaten our freedom of speech. The apologists for the war in Iraq, even the most disingenuous, didn’t mention anyone there planning to take over our country in order to void the Bill of Rights. No, that document was most imperilled by those very apologists in the Bush regime who decided it didn’t pertain to those who disagreed with them. My advice to you, Kid Idiot, is to get out there and start picking up some trash, and don’t forget to put on your orange vest in case a fellow miscreant attempts to pick YOU up and put you where you belong.

My next item is along the same lines – the permanent retardation of the conservative mind. Already the right seems to have conveniently forgotten that their darling of seven and a half years, George Bush, along with his Congressional Republican punks, governed the country in complete accord with conservative principles, the application of which led to complete failure. They had their chance to run things their way, so, try as they might, there’s no blaming the current disasters on the Democrats. Yet many firmly cling to the wheel of the Titanic, trying to force it ever rightward. The latest ploy of these knuckleheads is to use the very nonsensical "logic" that shipwrecked our republic to criticize Barack Obama. Witness this letter by one John L. Lengemann, the George F. Will of Imlay City, Michigan, "gateway to the Thumb," who took time from the feverish preparations for the blueberry festival to share his thoughts on the nomination of Leon Panetta for director of the CIA. In Mr. Lengemann’s mind those darn liberals don’t seem to understand that we’re in a cosmic struggle against the Islamic terrorists who seek to deprive of us the pleasure of watching Kid Rock share his opinions, and what we need now in the CIA is a guy firmly entrenched in the so-called intelligence community. You know, somebody like George Tenet, the intelligence gatherer lauded by George Bush who failed to pick up on the 9/11 attacks or the fact that there were no WMD’s in Iraq – that’s the kind of guy. The lessons of the past mean nothing to the committed fanatic, but even in that Lengemann misses the point. The problem with the CIA that Panetta will address is not the incredible intelligence lapses but the human rights violations, the torture and rendition, the absolute flouting of all national and international standards by an agency that, emboldened by a cowboy regime, held itself accountable to no one. This is the America you conservatives claim to love so much, and we stand for something more than a flag pin. The era of an attempted one party system, wars without cause and torture is over. You better get on the bus or be trash on the side of the road.

And here’s my favorite image from today’s edition, quickly UBUized for your protection!

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The book of the Goddess edited by Carl Olson

 

This is another book I snagged at the library sale while ostensibly looking for something else. It’s meant to be a collection of essays about world goddesses for use in an introductory woman’s studies survey course. Although in general I’m wary of new age touchie feelie goddess efforts, The Book of The Goddess is a fairly levelheaded work of popular scholarship and, one or two entries excepted, largely free of annoying feminist cant. I quite enjoyed working my way through it and learned a lot, especially about the non-Western goddesses. It’s always quite stimulating to be surrounded by the sacred feminine – and if there’s a theme to these quotes that struck me it’s that re-sacralizing the female sex would mean re-sacralizing sex itself:

Unclothed, her very body seemed to have an efficacy. Often – but not always – she was big-breasted, and her hands were frequently placed under her breasts as if to display them.

Then again, she may be slender, the emphasis falling not on her procreative potency but on her sexual powers.

But regardless of manifestation or setting, it is clear she was seen as a chief magical source of power, both spiritual and material.

The goddess is faceless, usually naked, sometimes covered with a robe. She may be shown as a maiden (that is, not pregnant) who is running or dancing and whirling, her hair streaming behind her in the wind.

– Anne L. Barstow

 

The notion of divine incest or illegitimacy as pejorative was foreign to the ancient mind; divine sexuality was considered normal, and female sexuality in particular was most often considered beneficial in its consequences for the human community; divine "body" and "spirit" were not dichotomized or valued differently.

In its many reenactments, a king, representing Dumuzi, had sexual intercourse with "the goddess," consummated in an elaborately ceremonial and public setting, the temple of Inanna.

What is common to all of the sacred-marriage literature is the dominance of the goddess, who selects the ruler privileged to cohabit with her, and actively and explicitly enjoys him sexually.

Thus the sacred-marriage texts rapturously portray the active sexuality of the goddess as purely good, as yielding blessings for the king and the whole community. At least with reference to divine female sexuality, it held no connotations of evil or danger to the pursuit of righteousness by men. The goddess’s sexuality was celebrated as nonmonogamous, extra familial, and not linked to their reproductive capacity. The heart of the sacred-marriage rite resided in Inanna/Ishtar’s great power over fertility, war, and the destiny of peoples and cultures; in her commanding role in actively choosing and sexually enjoying the king; in the energizing and beneficent nature of her sexuality in her aspect as goddess of love and fertility, and in the consequent good fortune for the human community which it, in turn, fervently commemorated.

– Judith Ochshorn

 

The goddess was known to become wrathful at times and needed to be pacified by intoxicants.

– C.J. Bleeker

 

One cannot understand Gaia simply in human or psychological terms. Nevertheless, she is nature moving toward emergence in personal form.

– Christine Downing

 

Sophia’s marginality to both the heavenly world and this one suggests that Gnosticism exploits that sense of religious transcendence often found in "liminal" situations.

Whichever sociological hypothesis one adopts, Sophia’s liminal situation reflects the tensions and ambiguities of the Gnostic, who was both caught in this world and superior to its authorities.

The cosmological function of the divine female principle necessarily involves her in the lower world, but her divinity necessitates some form of ascent above that world.

As so often happens, Gnostic rhetoric has intensified the paradox inherent in the situation of a universal wisdom goddess who goes unrecognized by most of humanity. Yet she is clearly the source of salvation for the person who heeds her call.

– Pheme Perkins

 

The latter two poets emphasized the unconventional love between Krishna and Radha unbounded by the accepted standards of conjugal love. This unconventional, illicit love was transformed into a model of love between human beings and the divine.

Besides the commencement of the erotic and violent love in the spring Jayadeva writes that Radha surreptitiously meets with Krishna at night. The darkness of night obstructs prying eyes and forms a dark cloak over the lovers. This springtime, nighttime love takes place apart from the mundane world; it occurs in an ideal world of continual joy and bliss.

In other words, their love turns the world upside-down by overturning social conventions and accepted norms of behavior. In fact, their love laughs as social conventions. Their mutual amorous laughter is the mirth of the madness of their love as both participants find themselves beyond themselves. Their sexual union obliterates time, enabling an evening to become a moment.

The circle dance brings the lovers to an ecstatic state, enabling them to transcend their bodies and ascend to a spiritual union.

–Carl Olson

 

In her maturity Oshun’s cheerful gaiety blossoms into enchanting attraction. Men are overcome with the lushness of her figure and the way her hips sway so that her every movement is like the slow rolling of the river. As a woman of extraordinary sensuousness Oshun embodies the divine spark in the erotic life in human beings. She is truly an orisha , for it is in her form that the erotic mystery is recognized and venerated. The devotees of Oshun see her as a beautiful woman who reveals to them the wisdom of pleasure.

– Joseph M. Murphy

 

The goddess in her capacity as birth goddess may, through her sexual union with the sky father, give impetus to the idea of creation through emanation.

– Ake Hultkrantz

 

This seems somewhat strange, and the strangeness is significantly enhanced when one realizes that, while anthropomorphic symbol systems are quite common in the world religions, only the symbol system of Western monotheism has ever attempted or valued the expulsion of feminine symbolism.

The final suggestion about the meaning of the goddess – the reintroduction of sexuality as a significant religious metaphor – seems to me to be commonplace and obvious by now, especially since, like the coincidence of opposites and the life-giving properties of the female, sexuality is stressed in the symbolism of the ancient goddess. However, I consistently find this set of images involved in re-imagining the goddess. The reluctance or relief with which people respond to the notion of sexuality as religious metaphor reveals much about a lingering uncomfortableness about our embodied condition. Therefore, the reintroduction of the goddess, which demands the reintroduction of sexual metaphors, represents a basically sane and healthy turn of events, helping us to move beyond the lingering body-spirit dichotomy and consequent hatred of the body. The resultant coincidence of sexuality and spirituality has much to offer.

– Rita M. Gross

All excerpts from The Book of the Goddess, Past and Present: An Introduction to Her Religion edited by Carl Olson

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A Slaying in the Suburbs: The Tara Grant Murder

 

I approached the stump area and inspected in a hole under the stump. When I laid down and looked into the hole, I saw what appeared to be human hair. After using a flashlight to look into the stump area, I confirmed it was a human head.

– Reserve Deputy Conrad Maday II

from A Slaying in the Suburbs: The Tara Grant Murder by Steve Miller and Andrea Billups

 

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Strange Things Are Happening Every Day

 

A concatenation of puzzling results from an alphabet soup of satellites and experiments has led a growing number of astronomers and physicists to suspect that they are getting signals from a shadow universe of dark matter that makes up a quarter of creation but has eluded direct detection until now.

– Dennis Overbye

 

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Important Holiday Advice

 

Offer hugs, not gunfire

Hug a loved one this New Year’s Eve instead of firing a gun into the air.

That’s the message Detroit Police and the Neighborhood Services Organization/Youth Initiatives Project are sending as they plan their fifth annual Hugs, Not Bullets antigun violence news conference.

"Every year, innocent victims are injured or killed by falling bulleys that were merrily fired into the air and intended to celebrate this special moment," the Detroit Police Department said in a statement.

The news conference is 10 a.m. Tuesday in front of the Spirit of Detroit statue at Woodward and Jefferson.

By Ben Schmitt

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Crime Beat: Ypsilanti Township Tourism

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Armed thieves rob 3 women

Three women were robbed outside an Ypsilanti Township apartment complex Sunday morning, officials said.

A 19-year-old Ypsilanti Township woman told police she took two friends to the 5000 block of Bosuns Way about 2:30 a.m. to show them the scene of a previous shooting, Washtenaw County Sheriff’s Cmdr. Dave Egeler said.

Two men approached their car and one flashed a semi-automatic handgun and demanded their cell phones and money. The woman and her friends, both 20, handed over their phones, cash and photo identification, and the men ran off.

No one was injured.

 

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