Iraqi Deputy Foreign Minister Mohammed al-Haj Hamood has a long fucking name.
In lieu of recent Iraqi-American discussions for troop pullout he and State Department spokesman Robert Wood said that they have established a well rounded idea/estimate/guess/approximation for a round-a-bout/ kind of local time frame in maybe possibly 2010 for a gradual, well placed, execution of a easy paced, icicle drip pullout of American Troops... in draft form of course.
I mean that's pretty good right?
Some motherfucker is thinking on his toes in that spin room... June 18th, 2008 The White House sent out a press release in accordance with an Iraqi OK (I mean have they ever said no? They're like bobble heads) to state the same thing in different words; hence the word play in the aforementioned paragraph.
"In the area of security cooperation, the president and the prime minister agreed that improving conditions should allow for the agreements now under negotiation to include a general time horizon for meeting aspirational goals,''
They said the troop withdrawal would occur in 2010 today.
Which, lucky for our returning troops, gives them two years before the The Mesoamerican Long Count calendar is said to tick its final tock.
Hey two years is better than one. And last time we were given a troop pullout estimation by the White House (e.g. Afghanistan) it turned into another war (i.e. Iraq).
But don't worry my fellow Americans...
As much as this seems real... It probably isn't.
And as much as it feels as though your loved ones will not be able return... there are always reinforcements
And if you think that this is the first piece of legitimate proof that we can preform a successful pullout... It's only a draft.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
As real as it gets...
The Jonas Brothers
The Montauk Monster
Bigfoot
A 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 second spotlight which burns out to satisfy our insatiable hunger for the ridiculous,
the freakish
and the straight up odd.
All we've been able to do with such pre·pos·ter·ous·ness is judge·laugh·and·question.
Bearing no real significance to everyday life, fantasy images are the adult fairy tales. That which we rip apart but hope so hard to be real
But to what end do we procure these photos if all we do is focus our attention on the socially crippling anyway?
Take exhibit A: The Jonas Brothers
The idea of alternative rock as a shield from stones of the N*SYNC bashers of yore. Such insanity; the debilitating and horror stricken faces of 3 young boys that just wanted to go to high school, now have their cocks force fed through leather pants and into the eyes and ears of sexually repressed Christian girls from the Mid-West.
Oh the brutality of child labor!
Such impertinent woe!
Yet a spectacle none-the-less...
Something for us to point at and question.
Exhibit C: Bigfoot
All I can say is how badly I wished all DNA tests would come back positive. A new species of animal. I said to my friend Phil last night that it would help me to believe in so much more. Aliens, God, Sea Monsters, all things frivolous would open up as possibly viable. I would question myself as a person and open my eyes to all sorts of things wondrous and unexplained.
For a moment I held faith in something.
Something un-reinforced
This is how some fanatics of religion must feel.
And even though the DNA report showed it to be part human and part opossum the hope I had for this to be a Georgian cash cow will far exceed the profits made off the Bigfoot Autopsy Tape that is surely going to be released in a few years time.
Some may say the similarities between the brothers Jonas and Harry aren't that great. I ask that you not feign digression. For they are both spectacles with a future ridden in latent enrichment, they both are timepieces of foresight. A form of fictitious prudence. We will look at these things as H.G Wells' 1938 radio broadcast of the martian landings. Ploys for commercialism. Our obsession with the unknown and our lack of content, contempt and contrition
The Montauk Monster
Bigfoot
Each just as controversial as the next.
A 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 second spotlight which burns out to satisfy our insatiable hunger for the ridiculous,
the freakish
and the straight up odd.
All we've been able to do with such pre·pos·ter·ous·ness is judge·laugh·and·question.
Bearing no real significance to everyday life, fantasy images are the adult fairy tales. That which we rip apart but hope so hard to be real
But to what end do we procure these photos if all we do is focus our attention on the socially crippling anyway?
Take exhibit A: The Jonas Brothers
The idea of alternative rock as a shield from stones of the N*SYNC bashers of yore. Such insanity; the debilitating and horror stricken faces of 3 young boys that just wanted to go to high school, now have their cocks force fed through leather pants and into the eyes and ears of sexually repressed Christian girls from the Mid-West.
Oh the brutality of child labor!
Such impertinent woe!
Yet a spectacle none-the-less...
Something for us to point at and question.
Exhibit C: Bigfoot
All I can say is how badly I wished all DNA tests would come back positive. A new species of animal. I said to my friend Phil last night that it would help me to believe in so much more. Aliens, God, Sea Monsters, all things frivolous would open up as possibly viable. I would question myself as a person and open my eyes to all sorts of things wondrous and unexplained.
For a moment I held faith in something.
Something un-reinforced
This is how some fanatics of religion must feel.
And even though the DNA report showed it to be part human and part opossum the hope I had for this to be a Georgian cash cow will far exceed the profits made off the Bigfoot Autopsy Tape that is surely going to be released in a few years time.
Some may say the similarities between the brothers Jonas and Harry aren't that great. I ask that you not feign digression. For they are both spectacles with a future ridden in latent enrichment, they both are timepieces of foresight. A form of fictitious prudence. We will look at these things as H.G Wells' 1938 radio broadcast of the martian landings. Ploys for commercialism. Our obsession with the unknown and our lack of content, contempt and contrition
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Postmark My Compass
Awaken.
Feel the body heat rise
Inept,
In-depth attempts
at broken, fearful, victimless eyes
Chastise for the masses
in harbored
over
-bearing
Channels of Grief
andtepidstepsofyournumbedprogressedassault.
funny... isn't it.
Feel the body heat rise
Inept,
In-depth attempts
at broken, fearful, victimless eyes
Chastise for the masses
in harbored
over
-bearing
Channels of Grief
andtepidstepsofyournumbedprogressedassault.
funny... isn't it.
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