nobody's sorry

If the recent events in the Twin Cities have had a certain mephitic familiarity to them, well....


They aren't without precedent.

Oh, I'm sorry. Was that offsides? Too fucking bad.

Yes, the G.O.P. hasn't advocated the liquidation of undesirables...openly, but that doesn't mean that there aren't other parallels.

Claiming a monopoly on patriotism and love of country? Check.

Demonizing the opposition as traitors? Check.

Claiming alliance with the clean-leaving regular folks against the decadent elites? Check.

Stressing ignorance as a virtue? Check.

Sporting perpetual hard-ons for any and all things militaristic? Check.

Emphasis on creepy, necrophiliac rituals of martyrdom? Check.

Led by a jumped up ex-military man with a bad temper and hatful of hollow promises to win the masses over even as he plans to fuck them over? Check.

Still, I suppose that as long as folks aren't being shipped off to death camps, the rest of the disturbing similarties can be overlooked, especially if the bootheel to come rests more heavily on someone else's neck, be they women, gays, blacks, latinos, liberals, foreigners, and the like.

Subway Sect - Nobody's Scared (from a 1978 single) - The death rattle of rationality. I've said it before (in the context of the Dead Kennedys music): When the situation on the ground rivals -- nay, exceeds the most paranoiac of punk prophecies, then we're in dire straits indeed, comrades.

Edit: Before the anonymous faces in the peanut gallery again decide for some cheap point-scoring, I'd just like to say that Godwin's Law can go fuck itself.

I'll have one of those

I recently picked up the G.I. Joe 25th Anniversary two-pack featuring Tomax and Xamot, Cobra's resident Corsican twins and leaders of the elite Crimson Guard. Though my days of nerdy impulse purchases are largely behind me, I splurged on this particular pair of action figures in the spirit of brotherly bonding. My brother will get the Tomax figure and I'll hold on to the Xamot one (as we share the distinction of being the sibling with the facial scars).

Hey, it's cheaper and more sanitary than getting matching tattoos, all right?

While I was struggling to free the toys from their hermetically-sealed plastic sarcophagus, something on the back of the package caught me eye. It was an advertisement for a mail-in offer. The offer in itself wasn't remarkable, but rather its interestingly phrased title...

Unfortunate? Yes, but almost certainly unintentional, even given the country's ongoing slide into the reactionary grip of rampant militarism and social conservatism.

It got me to thinking, however, what role an "Operation: Rescue Doc" would play on the modern battlefield. Probably something similar to this...

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Were you aware that Snake Eyes was a dues-paying member of NARAL? Well, now you know, and as they say, knowing is half the battle.

Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon - Will the Fetus Be Aborted? (from Prairie Home Invasion, 1994) - YEE-EFFING-HAH!

The Mekons - Born to Choose (from Born to Choose, 1993) - "Protect the unborn, beat on a whore" -- a succinct and accurate summation of the inherent paradox that underlies anti-choice ideology. A bit on the reductive side, you say? Probably, but guess what? I don't give a flying fuck when it comes to those bigoted, hypocritical zealots. They can wallow in the stink of their own twisted dogma till even the flies drop dead from disgust, but they have no business dictating matters of public health or making individual personal decisions for the rest of us.