Marcella Midget Queen Data Mime

I have indicated certain dark sympathies for people like Dorner, and many presume this to be a false alarm amid contradictory bias, but idiots, regardless of their superficial ethic differences, provide undue founts of justified pleasure for my cynicism. The reemergence of NSA data mining confuses me because it was already revealed at the close of the Bush Administration. It is not as if we did not know, regardless of the legal sword hanging over Snowden's head (and he confuses me more).

1. I do not have any faith in this kind of electronic surveillance;
2. It did not stop the Tsarnaev brothers;
3. It will be abused;
4. We need to start thinking about what kind of personal autonomy will remain at the end of this century.

If a minority excavator can kill six people because he was an oppressed drug addict deemed untouchable due to his civil rights (and lax oversight by city regulators) and a two bit industry actress can turn herself into a national security threat out of spite, then I guess we're finished. This center engages in illegal acts against a substantial minority of its staff, its clientele base, and my pain over what it and the activists around it did to me supposedly puts me outside the normal realm because I was not emotionally fit in the time frame the events occurred to go through the rigor of litigation, and the regulators with the power to reign in a bad system with a bad mandate will sit on their asses until the culture vomits out a Benschop or Richardson of its own.

Self interest and its blinding impact, incompetence, and the metrical creation of homogeneous compliance. Rulers of the universe.

Wicked Men

Dear Joanne,
Thank you for contacting my office. I appreciate your taking the time to share your thoughts about current issues. Please be assured that constituent correspondence will receive a reply in the near future. Pat Toomey

Thursday evening a crisis ensued with cupboard bare of tins, and when I returned Friday morning at nine lady iguana leapt onto my thigh and stood, in need of reassurance against abandon, and I cursed my heart, one that loves these children too much and yet after a lifetime of dead felines and an inability to save myself perhaps coming down the turn off on Baltimore Pike, underneath all this I am a regular smoe that mourns her few authentic friendships. They are gone, and all I have left is a battle that takes a bull headed obstinacy to wage, an embarrassment at my temper, an exposure to more indignity, like Biden repeating "pubic hair in a coke" in the Anita Hill fiasco. 

I never understood Hill then, but I understand the pain of hostile environments, friends and colleagues belittling, turning on you with snide and disparaging epithets. Castro is our newest pariah, the new "monster." But these residential imprisonments are common among the lowest urban social castes. Sordid, like little Affleck tearing down Morgan Freeman one plank at a time. Oh, even I shut Ariel off, and debate donating to the women in their trauma, but it is exactly through the process of not being willing to open your eyes that notorious horrors like this happen. Castro will be murdered in prison if not in due process of justice, but he is human. The worst kind, sadistic, devoid and beyond redemption.

When I wrote "I wanted Christopher Dorner to win," I understood the 31 page views, the gawk, is she really crippled?  How can she mean that? Like a raw, vibrating lash, and yes, even through he was wrong, and seriously eroded his own case by killing the daughter, I had hoped to see in him a defiant liberator, victorious against a modern malaise represented by filth like Castro. Tamerlan Tsarnaev, by contrast, was a cosmetic zealot in the vein that Biden meant it during his speech for the fallen officer, and crashed American psychoses with bad manners; fine tuning my dark discriminations.

Mrs. Iselin, Stockholm Perfectionist

Zamyatin's detractors in the Soviet Union might have been wicked men, but they were not stupid, and no one believed that a Russian We had been reconstituted out of a Czech translation..." Clarence Brown, translator, kindle location 120

Evan Perez, in the heat of the moment, does not care to reflect on when the Federal Bureau of Investigation cared to follow the letter of the law? Under the biracial nanny czar, if rumored revisionists are to be believed? Mueller made a few missteps with both anthrax suspects after 9/11, leading Hatfill to a nearly three million dollar settlement, and then miscalculating Dr. Ivins durability to the point that the public will never have criminal veracity tested through due process.

Granted, Hatfill and Ivin were both beneficiaries of western knowledge production, and had dangerous levels of expertise. Tamerlan was someone generated out of Stalinist oppression, whether or not he was aware of it before he struck out at an American liberalism that tried to give him a chance in a more free flowing society that is only free to those able to drive, those able to maintain geographical mobility, those able to generate income.

Whatever Hoover had buried in terms of personal secrets, he would not have allowed Tamarlan Tsarnaev back into the United States, and this is the level of difference we seemingly have forgotten how to determine. It may have been unkind to revoke his Visa, or pull his passport, but it would not have amounted to torture, not while we parried with Alexander's agents to get them to show their cards, and they had cards to play.

A waking nightmare about Obama being targeted by a black woman wearing a wig started me thinking about when a candidate is in charge and when they aren't. I do not take such dreams literally, but do not ignore them either, and Condon's late century thriller about stand ins and doubles was no doubt a slap in the face to Hoover's paranoia, but what was Mrs. Iselin's portraiture, really? Communist? Right wing?

What she is amounts to the certainty of conviction that runs so deep it frightens, and in the right hands, perhaps fascinates, and necessitated that the film adaptation was so rigidly schematic, because, much like other late Ike era narratives, the anxiety over the line between American muscle against Marxist radical leveling made people uneasy, and even Sinatra couldn't sanitize those who would be forever altered by Stockholm syndromes. Not quite brain washing, but certainly a psychological indoctrination of the kind that leaves deep scars. 

Amore and Hairy Monsters

"B+-- you seem to despair of the whole process." An intuitive foreign policy instructor

Alejandro González Iñárritu is the only Latin American leftist to whom I concede my argument, and I would luxuriate in your stunned silence over this admission, except that I do not believe in it. Babel should not be viewed on network television. These idiots butchered the full extent of the film and its implications with their edits and jump cuts to commercial, and I am going to hiss at them in protest. 

My critical faculties scatter to the wind with every viewing, and upon reassembly, I cannot recall which post it was I wrote that I have not been able to offer Alejandro's work justice, but the assertion remains as true today as when I wrote it into archive; I can stitch together a few threads. The police intervene in each of the three arcs of the film, with tragic consequences in the Moroccan  and US border segment. The Japanese police more or less waltz in on a denouement that began before the film started, with the death of Chieko's mother, and it is only the Jones couple who are not assisted by authorities after the mother is shot.

To the extent that I am able to enter into the posture Inarritu seems to demand, he is right, but that little bird of a cautionary tale fluttering so charmingly around the halo of Barack Obama, led to the botched investigation that gave us the Boston marathon bombing. I am super pissed off at both the FBI and what remnants seemingly remain of the KGB. Am I ashamed of the former attorney general Ashcroft, the CIA and military intelligence under Rumsfeld for water boarding and Jose Padillla? Yes.

Their replacement is a Harvard Constitutional scholar, killing the children of militants with UAV's in our blind spot, and with his other hand, he scratches Chechens behind the ears for that warm fuzzy feeling. Most liberals who have known me over the years, in our online projections, ward me off. Spastic is rude. Spastic is in pain, so much pain. Even if I throw you a challenge flag on the field as it relates to self-delusion, let me offer Mueller a few keen insights on what he can learn from a developmental brain injury:

"Gee, Russian security services send us a red flag over Tamerlan Tsarnaev. We cannot find anything, but let's hold him in Russia for the time being and get him on a watch list. Bush may have had constipation on civil liberties but this in Chechnya we're talking about."

Fucking assholes. I am never voting for another President. Ever. Period.