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30 April 2009

On an Investigation into the Politics of Torture

When people analyze Obama's first 100 days, talking about how well he is fulfilling his campaign promises, they mention concrete issues. He said he would set a timetable to leave Iraq. He said he would close Guantanamo. He seems to be keeping his promises, people say.

But what about the new America he has promised?

I grew up with an idealistic view of America. This was the land that gave us Raiders of the Lost Ark. This was Disneyland and Bonanza. This was Spiderman. With great power comes great responsibility, and all that.

But then I grew up some more, and America was also the country that invaded Vietnam, bombed Cambodia, and sent mercenaries to train death squads in Latin America. Cold War America was about being the lesser of two evils, the politics of the ends justifying the means.

People had a few alternatives. They could ignore what was being done. They could try to justify it and quiet their own conscience in the process. Or they could face it and say, "This is my country. This is my government. This will not be done in my name."

Obama ran as a new leader for a new nation. This was going to be a country that faced its dark side and collectively exorcised it.

Obama is doing a lot. I know. He is closing Guantanamo. He is saying America will not torture anymore.

He's also telling us to move on.

But as long as this country fails yet again to face its past horrors, there will be those who justify the horrors, and down the line, people who repeat them.

This country has failed to determine the necessity of the atomic bombs in World War II. This country treats Kissinger like a lovable elder statesman. And as for Bush, everything will soon be forgotten.

Obama has promised us a new America, a truly participatory Democracy. But instead, he is telling us to move along. The government is in control. We will not torture ever again, he says. Or at least not until the next administration comes along.

21 April 2009

Earth Day

vegan yellow ballsRemember I used to write meaningful stuff here? A lot of existential shit about what it meant to be a man or a human or an immigrant or a cool guy or a hunk (I wear many hats) in this big world.

But then I made a baby and now he's walking around, being cute, and the edge is gone.

How can I keep my readers? People used to come here to think! People used to come here with the chance of self-discovery. If I looked at something in a peculiar way and managed to convey those feelings in a way that made sense to others--in a way that made them rethink common sense! Well, is there anything better than that?

And now it's all about the baby.

This blog is now officially cute.

And you'll leave me soon...

Unless--

Unless I post a picture of a butt!

and I cannot lieI swear, I didn't even know it was there.


Flaming LipsThe Flaming Lips!


Chick MagnetQuick, before mommy gets back, tell them you're sad because mommy left you, and daddy is all alone.


Gaius Baltar?Nerdzzzz!

Gaius Baltar?


let' go home

13 April 2009

A Beautiful Day In My Neighborhood

Let me try to explain what my neighborhood is like.

This street in the picture below becomes at some point a Scenic Route. It's historical and it reaches Pennsylvania. But where I live, scenic means a lot of guys standing around with their shirts off. More than likely, they have neck tattoos.

shirtlessIf you go down a couple of blocks, you get to the 7-11.

dealerIn that corner, on these bricks, usually you'll find a guy sitting. Sometimes, when cars stop at the light, the drivers open the window, and the guy gives them stuff. I added him, just so you'll have a better idea.

dealer2And here's a Google Map image of a restaurant. (I added the BYE).

byeBut probably the best way to describe the neighborhood is to mention the Royal Farms, which is basically for people who find 7-11 too upscale. Now... if only there was a Google Map picture of a legless man sitting next to a trashcan. And in front of him there would be a man or a woman slumped on a bench, smoking a cigarette, of course. A cane resting on the knee could be a nice touch. Oh look!

hampdenBut is it a man or a woman?

hampden2Well H-E-L-L-O there!



I saw this website where you can quickly find houses for sale in the area, so of course I went there and looked at my next door neighbors' house.

Very nice. Let's go inside.

Oohh. Tasteful! Let's continue to the kitchen.

Look, a cat! Cozy! Let's go in the back.


Very nice. I'm almost convinced. Let's just look at one more picture of the house from the backyard.

doucheBeautiful. How much do you want? Oh. Sorry. Wait.

What's with the douchebag on the right? What's his problem?

douche2
(I swear, I don't just stand around like that. I'm not that creepy. Really. I was outside with the dogs, I think. And I must have been looking at them. Or maybe I am a creepy douche).

04 April 2009

La Fleur!

Sometimes my baby is so angry. It's ridiculous. Look at this picture. He's like a teenager.

angry babyEarlier today I actually took a well-deserved break from this guy and went to get a root canal.

I know I'm not the only one who falls asleep on the chair. It's like, the more shit they put in my mouth, the more sleepy I get. And all of a sudden I'm in a magical world, with trees and waterfalls. And look, it's a friendly tiger (is there any other kind?)

And then I woke up and there was frickin' smoke coming out of my mouth. And I wanted to ask if it was normal but I couldn't because obviously I had the entire enchanted forest in my mouth, which was now a volcano in Alaska. So I went back to sleep.

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Now here are my adventures in TV Escapism:

Hooray for Lost.
La Fleur!

And My Boys is back!

I think Diego's mom is cute, but it could be just the pain killers speaking.


Diego's mom
And here's a little something for my Honey:


Go Panthers
Okay okay. Here's a little something for Honey:


Go Panthers 2
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