This is the kind of response I live for

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Whenever I see a new e-mail address among the comments on my blog, my heart speeds up a little. Sometimes it’s in dread of a rude, nasty scolding (which a lot of my writings get, funnily enough; it’s what happens when you commit yourself to honesty and truth).

Other times, less frequently, it speeds up because I get to see things like this:

Sabina, I have to say that this was one of the most effective and beautiful blog posts I’ve read in a long time.

Because I’m 17, ubergeeky, overweight, antireligious, bisexual, and just plain weird to the kids I go to school with. Kentucky isn’t the state for me, and my town is one of the worst.

A guy got paid to dance with me at this year’s prom. I have been asked out at least three times as a joke.

Yeah, real funny guys. I’ll remember that when I’m your fucking boss.

Thank you for showing me that kids like me can grow up and gain elegance. Thank you.

In case you’re wondering where that appeared, it was here.

Thanks, Greylyn, for that inspiring feedback. It made my day.

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Music for a Sunday: When angry, reach for snarling guitars

All the burning of sea turtles by BP has me in an EXTREMELY rude mood, so I’m digging out the still-topical-after-all-these-years stuff.

First up, from Kingston, Ontario, the Hip, drinking something muddy from a fruit jar:

And then, the most appropriate thing ever to come from Down Under:

Crank your dials to 11, kiddies…and listen to the lyrics, too.

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Wankers of the Week: Vuvuzela edition

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In case you haven’t heard of it (or just plain heard it) yet, the above is a vuvuzela–South Africa’s official noisemaker of the World Cup. It looks like a traffic pylon, comes in plain or fancy colorations, and emits a loud, buzzy hoot when you blow razzberries into it. I had the unfortunate experience of hearing it before I saw it, since I tend to ignore TVs unless the news is on, and the World Cup is just one big racket to me (in both the auditory and the mafiosic sense). My ears are still in recovery.

First time I saw the name was on the tweeter, linked to sites dedicated to the fine art of kvetching about it, building anti-vuvuzela filters for your TV, toning it down if you have a Samsung TV, and calling for bans on it. At first I wondered what they all had against Venezuela. I mean sure, Hugo Chávez isn’t everyone’s cup of cafecito, but really–hating on a country? Then I took a closer look and caught on.

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Get together a big soccer stadium full of people with these, and it sounds like a swarm of drunken killer bees, getting their warpath on. Not pleasant, and I can see how people would kvetch about it or want it banned, if their real interest is in watching a soccer match. (Mine’s not soccer. Mine’s the leggy guys in shorts. But I digress.)

Know what’s more annoying than a vuvuzela? A wanker. And this week was full of them. Here they are, blowhards all, in no particular order:

1. Thilo Fucking Sarrazin. Yes, immigrants often do have lower levels of education than the natives of their new country. So what? Most people recognize that this condition is temporary, NOT “about 80 percent hereditary”, and is best helped by the public education system of the new country, as well as tolerant and open-minded citizens doing their bit to help the newcomers acclimatize.

Those are the intelligent ones, mind you. The other kind somehow make it all the way onto the board of directors of the German Bundesbank, where they kvetch and moan about how dirty and dumb all those new immigrants are–especially if they’re brown and have a tendency to walk around in baggy clothing and headscarves. Thus embarrassing the rest of the Bundesbank board mightily, and making Germany look pretty damn stupid in the process.

2. Mahmoud Fucking Abbas. Never mind Hamas and those silly toy rockets. And for a moment, let’s set aside all those Likudnik and Kahanist asswipes in Tel Aviv. What about the “respectable” leader of the Palestinian Authority, effectively aiding and abetting Israel in its illegal efforts to annex Gaza (and starve out its Palestinian denizens)? I guess he doesn’t like Hamas either, it being a rival faction and all, but why take it out on the hides of Gazans?

3. Dov Fucking Charney. Guess where I won’t be shopping anytime in the foreseeable future. Yes, American Apparel, I’m glaring at YOU. Retail jobs suck as it is; does a lookist hiring policy make them any better? Hell, NO. And neither does the nasty, rampant sexism of Dov Charney himself. Just because the company is “sweatshop free”, doesn’t mean its OTHER bad labor practices should get off scot-free. Here’s one small instance where I’ll advocate letting the market take care of the problem: Let’s put market forces to work AGAINST this sort of thing. Don’t apply, and don’t buy. Boycott, baby, boycott!

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4. Rand Fucking Paul. Not board-certified to practise? You don’t say. I guess regulation of doctors, even if only by peers, is another bugaboo for this right-wing flibbertigibbertarian. Do you suppose it could be because he wouldn’t pass muster?

5. Sarah Fucking Palin. Why does it just so figure that she wants to meet Maggie Fucking Thatcher? On the bright side, Maggie is in an advanced state of senile dementia, so she and Sawah should get along just fine, if this meeting ever comes off.

6. Joe Fucking Weisenthal. Yeah, our Canadian army is getting massacred in Afghanistan so that you bizmedia blogtards can get all cute and flippant about why they’re over there. Jesus H. Christ!

7. Bill Fucking Kristol. Wow, who knew that machismo was a required presidential trait? And why is it that the most effete fucking wimps in the world, the same ones who would NEVER strap on a rifle and body armor to fight the wars they advocate, are the very ones pushing that ludicrous notion?

8. Chris Fucking Bryant. French is a “useless” language? Quoi? Quel imbécile! Considering how half the world still insists on speaking it, I’d say it’s Bryant who’s useless for failing to comprehend. Or to put it another way: Casse-toi, con de merde. Vas à baiser ma fesse!

9. Charles Fucking McVety. It’s not enough for the biggest Satanist in Ontario to get comprehensive sex-ed quashed here; no, now he wants to take over the world! Which is, of course, why he’s so bitter not to have been invited to the G-20 summit to lead the evil One World Government, no doubt in his capacity as Grand Imperial Poohbah of the Kuckoo Klox Klan.

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10. Erik Fucking Prince. Realizing that being a high-profile mercenary mafia boss is not as safe a gig as he’d thought, now he wants to sell Blackwater–oh sorry, Xe, or whatever its next lame name will be–and move to Dubai. Don’t anyone tell him that Dubai is crumbling, and all the mercenary moolah in the world won’t save it–in fact, the Burj Whatever is just begging to be the next big terrorist target, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they hit it. Here’s hoping the Prince of Darkness will be inside at just the right moment.

11. Eleanor Fucking Clitheroe. She’s now an Anglican minister, but hardly a poor church mouse–she’s drawing a $300,000+ yearly pension, based on her “work” (coughwheeze) as chief greedhead at Hydro One, and she STILL thinks that’s not enough to live on. Meanwhile, Ontarians who used to get b
y on much less are wondering why their own incomes aren’t enough to cover the costs of THEIR utilities anymore.

12. Candice Fucking Hoeppner. Oh joy, our summer is going to be a real silly season now–Candy is going on tour (on the public dime?) to promote legalized gun nuttery. Now, some people think the long-gun registry is a colossal waste of money, or a Liberal political pander, or some such rot. My response to them is this: Imagine someone going on tour to promote the notion that motor vehicle registration should be scrapped because it costs money to maintain a registry. I’m sure a lot of pickup truck owners would be pleased, but is this really fair to victims of aggressive drivers? Or the police, whose job it is to keep the roads safe, and who rely on motor-vehicle registries to help them do so?

13. Rush Fucking Limbaugh. Bristol Palin is a precious little lamb who is off limits for criticism, but Malia Obama is a nasty ghetto bitch eager to “shake down” that poor, beleaguered BP man who was just walking innocently down the street in Harlem when his oil well blew. No, of course you’re not racist, Rush…you’re just a “serious, serious”-ly fugly old white slug who hates everything and everybody. And that bulging artery inside your brain can’t blow out soon enough.

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14. Carl-Henric Fucking Svanberg. Too late to apologize. You let slip no more than what you really think of the overwhelming majority of people. Those “small people” won’t seem so small when they’re coming for you and the rest of the incompetent moronic greedheads at BP with pitchforks, torches, tar (from the Gulf of Mexico!) and feathers, rest assured.

15. Lindsay Fucking Blackett. If Canadian culture is shit, why are you a culture minister? Oh wait–you’re from Alberta. That explains a lot. What does YOUR culture consist of, again? Whining about the rest of Canada and how inferior to the US it is. Yeah, that’s pretty shitty, all right.

16. Fucking Monsanto. Not content to monopolize North America with its Frankencrops, now it’s gunning for Europe, where GMO shit is largely banned. First stop, Germany. ¡No pasaran! Korporationsnazis raus!

17. The Fucking San Francisco Chronicle. Firing Robert Scheer–a Jew–for saying Palestinians should be treated like Jews by the Israelis? I suppose they’re going to claim he meant gas them and shove them into crematory ovens at Auschwitz. He didn’t. Whatever excuse they make is gonna stink to high heaven. Just like the crematoria at Auschwitz. Or the white phosphorus Israel dumped on Gaza.

18. Rick Fucking Barber. What’s funnier: this dumb goober running for the US Congress, or this dumb goober claiming that the IRS “forces business owners to spy on themselves” and that the people “have no representation”? Um, dude–if the people have no representation, why are you running for the House of Representatives?

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19. and 20. Terry Fucking Tremaine and Paul Fucking Fromm. The one can’t stop wanking out his racism and antisemitism over the Internets; the other isn’t clear on the concept of what the Internets are for. Sheer comedy gold from the Goofus and Gallant of the Canadian far-right.

21. Faytene Fucking Kryskow, AGAIN. Speaking of the Canadian far-right, did you know this crazy Christer is a closet racist? It’s true! Just ask the aboriginal dignitaries who were unfortunate enough to take her up on her invites to the lamb-slaughters which her group of fundie wackos likes to throw now and again. Something tells me they won’t make that mistake twice.

22. Sharron Fucking Angle. If you thought #21 was an obscene theocrat, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. This one, from south of our border, wants to take away everything except Jeebus and guns. (The real Jesus would kick her to the curb on sight. As he would anyone who’s a follower of R.J. Fucking Rushdoony.)

23. Zach Fucking Wamp. No doubt he’s descended from the original Mug Wump, and, like a true mugwump, changed the name only to avoid recognition. Didn’t work; we’re onto him.

24. Adrian Fucking Lamo, again. Last week’s suspicion is now confirmed. This wanker turned in a heroic leaker just for the egoboo. Well, his ego deserves a boo, all right…and a hiss, and a loud razzberry, blown through the world’s biggest fucking vuvuzela.

25. The Fucking Canada-Israel Committee. Why?

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That’s why. Not even bothering to attempt a gaywash, they go straight for apartheid AND homophobia in the same breathless tweet. That’s a lot of wankage in just 140 keystrokes (or less)!

26. Gary Fucking Bass. Essentially, not apologizing on behalf of the RCFuckingMP for tasering a poor confused Polish immigrant to death. If that’s not the height of wankitude, I don’t know what is.

27. Michelle Fucking Bachmann. Just when you figured she’d hit the limit for batshit craziness, she totally redraws that line in the oil-soaked sand. Way to go, bitch. You make BP turtleburners happy.

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28. Haley Fucking Barbour. See above, and add profits before people, ecology or endangered species. Way to go, BP turtleburner SOB.

29. Victoria Fucking Jackson. Unfunny Miami teabagger is too dumb to do anything but count calories, and I wouldn’t trust her even to get THAT right. BTW, here’s another thing she got wrong: Bill Clinton’s second term was already up when sh
e “voted him out”.
Oh wait–she confesses she didn’t vote for anyone, EVER, she was too dumb “Christian” to register. Never mind vote for anyone with an R beside their name “because it’s closest to the Bible”. How does this insanely stupid woman manage to go on breathing?

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And finally, to whoever the hell came up with the vuvufuckingzela. What a wanker you are, unknown sir. I bet you masturbate in yours every night while counting your profits. May your schlong get stuck in it, and may the hospital not have enough K-Y jelly to extricate you.

Good night, and get fucked.

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Reflections on the (still ongoing) War on Terra

With apologies to Franklin Pierce Adams.

Gulf War II is an awful farce.

We like it.

Dick Cheney pulled it out his arse.

We like it.

There’s so much there to knock and slam;

The bloody thing is one big sham.

It can’t fight terror worth a damn.

Nevertheless, we fight it.

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Festive Left Friday Blogging: Che Guevara remembered

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“Aprendimos a quererte desde la historica altura…”

–Carlos Puebla, “Hasta Siempre Comandante”

The statue to Che at Santa Clara, Cuba–the scene of a decisive battle in the Cuban Revolution, which was won by Che’s column.

This week marks the 82nd anniversary of Che Guevara’s official birthday. I say “official” because the date is given on his birth certificate as June 14, 1928, but was actually one month earlier. According to Jon Lee Anderson’s bio, Che’s parents changed the date because he was conceived three months before their marriage, and they had to pretend he was premature. A not uncommon trick, used wherever there is a stigma on children conceived out of wedlock to make sure they don’t bring down malicious gossip on their families.

But regardless of his actual birthday, Che got his due honors on VTV this week, as several documentaries on his life and his far-reaching influence were aired. Here are the links to them (all videos in Spanish):

“When I think of Che”–Fidel Castro’s reminiscences on his friend and revolutionary comrade.

“Che, the man without a death”

“Che everywhere, forty years after his death”

As you can grasp by the tone of the documentaries, Che is more alive now than ever. Surely the last thing his enemies wanted when they killed him at La Higuera and posed for photos with his corpse in the laundry-house at the Vallegrande hospital, before scratching him an unmarked grave and building an airstrip over top of it. The ruse, as we all now know, was an epic fail. And his killers, who thought they would go down in history as heroes–where are they today? And why are none of their faces on t-shirts?

Rhetorical question. We all know the answer.

Happy 82nd, Che…the immortal who is everywhere.

“Aquí se queda la clara

La entrañable transparencia

De tú querida presencia,

Comandante Che Guevara…”

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Gaza Roundup 18: In which Ms. Manx gets snippy with Israel

Yes, folks, this one’s a Short ‘n’ Stubby! You know what that means, don’t you?

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Yep, Queen ‘Bina trots out the stump-tailed kitty.

So. Here we go, in no particular order:

First up, Ms. Manx (and National Geographic) would like you to know that Israel did not start out as a Jewish state, but a pagan one. Horrifying to the ultra-Orthodox types, no doubt, but something we Witches take totally for granted, along with evolution.

And didja know that until just very recently (like, oh, around the attack on the Mavi Marmara on the 31st of last month), Israel loved Turkey so much it suppressed all discussion of the Armenian genocide? And that, since the attack, it’s been doing the opposite, calling the Turks islamofascist and all? It’s true!

And here’s something else that’s ugly but true:

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Which makes this shrieeeeeky press release unexpectedly funny. “We Con the World” (which you can see here) is made by a group which is not only projecting its own intentions big-time, but might as well call itself “USA for Israel”.

And finally, if you want to blame someone for all those goddamned vuvuzelas, look no further.

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Dear islamophobic shrieeeeeekers…

You know how you’re always shrieeeeeking at us feminists because we’re not shrieeeeeeeking along with you about the evils and horrors of Mooooooozlim (or Mawwwwwwwzlem) “honor” killings coming to these shores, along with those brown immigrants?

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Well, you can stop shrieeeeeeeking now. Because two of those people you’re so frightened of, and always shrieeeeeeeeking about, have finally admitted their guilt and are going to prison for the rest of their lives.

Yes, the murder of 16-year-old Aqsa Parvez was horrifying. How could a father and brother, who ought to have been nurturing and protecting her, put their hands around their daughter/sister’s throat and strangle her instead? The rationale for their crime is culture-based, and yes, horrible, but let’s be honest, it is neither foreign nor far removed from that of other domestic femicides in North America:

Media in Toronto and around the world immediately reported and continues to report that Aqsa was killed because she refused to wear the hijab. But it was much more complicated than that.

Parvez felt like he was losing control of a daughter who was failing most of her Grade 11 subjects at Applewood Heights Secondary School. He believed she would be better off attending an Islamic high school.

But at a meeting with her father and school officials on Sept. 17, 2007, she told them she wanted to stay where she was.

A day after the school meeting, Aqsa ran away from home for the first time. Her clandestine exit from her school was orchestrated by school officials and a social worker from Indian Rainbow, a non-profit agency for immigrants. They arranged for her to stay in a shelter.

The familial problems had been obvious a year earlier, when the local Children’s Aid Society (CAS) had been brought into speak with her father, once school officials became aware of growing cultural clash between Aqsa and her father, a taxi driver. Life after they had moved to Canada in 2001 was much different than the small village of Pur Miana in the Punjab area of Pakistan.

She told officials she feared she would be beaten, perhaps even killed, if she told her father she didn’t want to wear traditional clothing anymore to school, especially her hijab.

Now, after spending several days in a Mississauga shelter, she returned home after receiving a letter from Irim, telling her that her father would give her whatever she wanted so long as she returned home.

For a few weeks, things worked out. But the trouble started again.

During a second round of family mediation in November 2007, Parvez said it would be better for her to quit school and stay home.

She contemplated leaving home again but told a couple of her close friends in November that if “she ever messed up again,” her father would “kill me.”

She began to cry. “No, he swore on the Qur’an,” Aqsa said. “He said he’d kill me if I ever ran away again.”

Aqsa left home for the final time on Nov. 29, 2007, and settled in with a Pakistani family, who had a daughter Amal Tahir, friends with her sister Irim. The Tahir household was far less strict than her own home, and she felt safe there.

To her siblings, Aqsa’s actions were shocking. Running away from home was unheard of in a Pakistani household, they testified.

In a chilling police interview on the day Aqsa was killed, her mother crying and talking out loud to herself, was recorded as saying she thought her husband was only going to “break legs and arms,” but instead “killed her straight away.”

“Oh God, Oh God. . . Oh my Aqsa, you should have listened,” Anwar Jan said in a police interview room. “Everyone tried to make you understand. Everyone begged you, but you did not listen. . .”

When she asked her husband why he killed her, he told her: “This is my insult. My community will say you have not been able to control your daughter. This is my insult. She is making me naked.”

“…you have not been able to control your daughter. This is my insult. She is making me naked.”

That’s all this boils down to. Aqsa’s father was embarrassed because his youngest child, of all people, had decided, just two years shy of legal majority, that she did not want to be so strictly controlled. For a while and in some ways he loosened that grip, but when he saw her making a bid for more freedom, he tightened it again…the final time, right around her neck.

And Mother blames the victim: “Oh my Aqsa, you should have listened…” As though she had not. As though it were only her fault, and not that of her killers–her father, her brother.

It seems to me that Aqsa was the one trying to be heard, and the others were not listening to her. Even her sisters, who obediently said they had “heard nothing” when their baby sister was struggling against the death grip of father and brother!

We can try to blame these things on the Parvez family’s foreign origins, but that ultimately won’t wash. Patriarchy is pervasive all over the globe. Yes, even here. When a woman gets sexually assaulted, we often hear the question: What was she wearing? Funny how that is never said about men. Does a man with a bulging wallet, one whose outline can be seen through the back of his pants pocket, ever get blamed for being mugged? Should he be? No? Then why women?

I’ll tell you why. It’s because our society, like that from which the Parvez family came, is still very patriarchal. Women are seen as property, to be traded and controlled. When a young woman marries, does she walk down the church aisle alone? No. Her father escorts her. He “gives her away” to her husband-to-be. The handing over of control, along with the change of surnames, is so blatantly obvious. In our society, women are still, symbolically and in fact, chattel. No muezzins or minarets required.

And yet, the shrieeeeekers who want us feminists to castigate Muslim immigrants for honor killings, take all this patriarchy of their own as perfectly natural. They take it for granted. They do not even see it as patriarchy; or if they do, they say it can’t be as bad as what Those People do. Those People force their daughters to wear hijabs, oh noes!

It’s always Those People. It’s never OUR people.

And when something bad happens among Our People–when an abused white Christian wife asks for a divorce, say, and her husband takes out the shotgun and gives her both barrels in front of the kids, before perhaps taking their lives and/or his own–those same shrieeeeekers are out there, blaming her, claiming she “asked for it”, maybe huffing that if she didn’t get out sooner it must have been her fault. Those same no doubt are also grumbling about the liberalization of our divorce laws and the existence of a long-gun registry, and what uncontrollable, mouthy jezebels all these teenage girls are nowadays, thanks to comprehensive sex education, condoms and Gardasil shots, and blah blah blabbity blah blah.

And we are supposed to view the Parvez family as some kind of cultural anomaly, some foreign threat, to be kept out by special exclusion laws, no doubt?

No, shrieeeeeekers, it doesn’t work that way. Because honor killings are not a Muslim thing. They’re a tribal thing, and our own tribe has them too. Only we don’t label them as such, because our patriarchy is something we are too deep in denial about to openly admit, discuss and demolish. We call it “stability”, “law-abiding”, “morality” and many other false, inaccurate things. We even call it “natural order”, although we go to unnatu
ral lengths to codify it, institutionalize it and enforce it.

How far do we go? Far enough to blame the victim of domestic violence, just as Aqsa’s mother blamed her.

And sometimes, far enough to kill the victim. Or send her back to her abuser, who eventually kills her, and call that “preserving family integrity”. It is the same thing; either way we look at it, it results in her death.

And either way we look at it, that’s a murder to be prosecuted under the existing laws of the land. No special immigration laws–really, exclusion laws–required.

The death of Aqsa Parvez made it to the news precisely because it is so anomalous. The entire Pakistani-Canadian community is not rife with unremarked honor killings of women and girls. Murders are comparatively rare in Canada. This is not a place where the authorities turn a blind eye when someone is killed. Our grasp of patriarchy may be shaky, but the law is clear at least on what constitutes a murder.

And “honor”, that fuzzy concept that varies from person to person and place to place, is not considered an exculpatory factor. Fathers and brothers don’t get off here for claiming they could not control a wayward sister-daughter. The law applies to them.

And most imams here exhort their congregations to obey the laws of the land. Which most Muslims do. They even voted against sharia as a potential legal basis for divorce arbitration, which should tell us something: Muslim Canadians want to be part of mainstream society, not outsiders. They want to live by the same laws as we do. They don’t want to take us over, outbreed us, or force their laws and religion upon us. They overwhelmingly accept our way of life, our laws, as part of the conditions for living here in Canada. The case of Aqsa Parvez is the exception that very clearly proves the rule.

And that is nothing to shrieeeeek about.

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Gaza Roundup 17: The hijacking of the MV Rachel Corrie

Another video that deserves to go viral. Note the hypocrisy and flagrant lawbreaking of the Israelis, and the at times amusing nonviolent resistance from the Irish vessel.

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Chavecito bests a Beeber

Stephen Sackur of the BBC asks some stupid questions, gets some unexpected answers…and his pompous ass handed very nicely back to him on a silver platter by the president of Venezuela.

Note Sackur’s trotting out of every single stupid anglo media meme, as promoted by the international right-wing. Chavecito gets back at him subtly, by calling him tu, like a kid, instead of the more formal, respectful usted. And Sackur has it coming; his questions really are idiotic. He actually dares to ask if socialism can really be democratic. Has he ever asked if capitalists are or can be democratic? Has he gone looking for traces of democracy in any major corporation, or even minor ones? If so, he’d be appalled at the realization that they are none of them, by definition, democracies–all are petty fiefdoms and/or oligarchies, if not outright dictatorships. (Holding stock in any corporation is not a “one man, one vote” thing–it’s a “man with most stock, gets most votes” thing.) Nope, it’s safe to say he hasn’t peeped at the underbelly of “democratic” capitalism. He is, after all, a corporate yes-man himself. Only Chavecito is too polite to turn the question around and tell him so.

Especially funny is the question about the corrupt Raúl Baduel, who is in jail right now for a multimillion-dollar fraud. If you visited here often, you would know all about him already, and also his sudden wealth and his insta-ranch, and how he only jumped the fence to the opposition right before his scam hit the fan. Suffice to say that Baduel only became an oppo when he started making his ill-gotten boodle like an oppo, instead of being content with his healthy salary as a general and Venezuela’s defence minister. Baduel felt it better to betray his old friend than give up a quick and easy cash infusion from the nation’s enemy. Sackur, obviously, doesn’t get out enough. (Chavecito should have asked him if he’d heard about Pa’Julio Rivas, and the “democratic” youth group JAVU, with its obvious anti-government violence and terrorism. That would have been a hoot.)

Sackur sounds plummy and literate, though he’s no more so than your average anglo media whore when it comes to Venezuela; hence the trotting-out of the tired old same-old-same-old. He’s got nothing better, and certainly nothing new. But he had the hilarious temerity to make out that HE had the upper hand here. Even when Chavecito laughs at him, he thinks he’s the smart one. All he can do is change tack. And even that doesn’t help him; Chavecito comes back with concrete proof that he’s wrong on every front. And in the end, it’s Chavecito’s sincerity and genuineness that come across, in spite of all the mud-flinging from the corporate news flunky, who was obviously sent to put him on the spot, and ended up in a muddle himself. Very, very sad Sackur.

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Economics for Dummies: Rodríguez Zapatero’s new socialism

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“We’re socializing the crisis so the IMF can capitalize its gains!”

This, no doubt, to stave off in Spain what happened to Greece yesterday. Defy the IMF, get downgraded to junk-bond status. National pride? Sovereignty? Shit, what are those next to the almighty fickle finger of Moody’s? Never cross the IMF mafia, little countries, lest you too find a horse’s head on YOUR pillow.

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