Saturday, November 8, 2008



a show like this where women just talked this way.. awesome.


By Jonathan Curley
from the November 3, 2008 edition

Charlotte, N.C. - There has been a lot of speculation that Barack Obama might win the election due to his better "ground game" and superior campaign organization.

I had the chance to view that organization up close this month when I canvassed for him. I'm not sure I learned much about his chances, but I learned a lot about myself and about this election.

Let me make it clear: I'm pretty conservative. I grew up in the suburbs. I voted for George H.W. Bush twice, and his son once. I was disappointed when Bill Clinton won, and disappointed he couldn't run again.

I encouraged my son to join the military. I was proud of him in Afghanistan, and happy when he came home, and angry when he was recalled because of the invasion of Iraq. I'm white, 55, I live in the South and I'm definitely going to get a bigger tax bill if Obama wins.

I am the dreaded swing voter.

So you can imagine my surprise when my wife suggested we spend a Saturday morning canvassing for Obama. I have never canvassed for any candidate. But I did, of course, what most middle-aged married men do: what I was told.

At the Obama headquarters, we stood in a group to receive our instructions. I wasn't the oldest, but close, and the youngest was maybe in high school. I watched a campaign organizer match up a young black man who looked to be college age with a white guy about my age to canvas together. It should not have been a big thing, but the beauty of the image did not escape me.

Instead of walking the tree-lined streets near our home, my wife and I were instructed to canvass a housing project. A middle-aged white couple with clipboards could not look more out of place in this predominantly black neighborhood.

We knocked on doors and voices from behind carefully locked doors shouted, "Who is it?"

"We're from the Obama campaign," we'd answer. And just like that doors opened and folks with wide smiles came out on the porch to talk.

Grandmothers kept one hand on their grandchildren and made sure they had all the information they needed for their son or daughter to vote for the first time.

Young people came to the door rubbing sleep from their eyes to find out where they could vote early, to make sure their vote got counted.

We knocked on every door we could find and checked off every name on our list. We did our job, but Obama may not have been the one who got the most out of the day's work.

I learned in just those three hours that this election is not about what we think of as the "big things."

It's not about taxes. I'm pretty sure mine are going to go up no matter who is elected.

It's not about foreign policy. I think we'll figure out a way to get out of Iraq and Afghanistan no matter which party controls the White House, mostly because the people who live there don't want us there anymore.

I don't see either of the candidates as having all the answers.

I've learned that this election is about the heart of America. It's about the young people who are losing hope and the old people who have been forgotten. It's about those who have worked all their lives and never fully realized the promise of America, but see that promise for their grandchildren in Barack Obama. The poor see a chance, when they often have few. I saw hope in the eyes and faces in those doorways.

My wife and I went out last weekend to knock on more doors. But this time, not because it was her idea. I don't know what it's going to do for the Obama campaign, but it's doing a lot for me.

Jonathan Curley is a banker. He voted for George H.W. Bush twice and George W. Bush once.

228.. 415.. 646..

China makes Taiwan plea to Obama

Barack Obama will take office as the new US president in January
China's government has urged America's new president-elect, Barack Obama, to oppose independence for Taiwan.
A foreign ministry spokesman said the issue was key to good relations.
The demand comes after Taiwan's President Ma Ying-jeou held a brief but historic meeting with a senior Chinese envoy in the Taiwanese capital, Taipei.
But the meeting was vehemently opposed by thousands of protesters, who object to the closer trade and economic ties agreed in a deal this week.
Taiwan has been ruled separately since the end of the Chinese civil in 1949; the defeated Kuomintang retreated to Taiwan to create a self-governing entity.
But Beijing sees the island as a breakaway province which should be reunified, by force if necessary.
The media's word particularities always cater to a One China bias. The KMT apparently "retreated to Taiwan to create a self-governing entity." The Rogue province status suggests that there is no legitimate reason why the country's developed such resistance. China still has 1,000 missiles aimed at Taiwan to reunify by force if necessary. And when they use the word retreat do they really mean "wiped out educated Taiwanese that could resist their false regime?" Ethnically, nobody is trying to say all Asians look different, because that might not be true. But they sure as shit aren't all fucking Communists. You can't erase the people's history no matter how many years go by. Wars change lives and post World War II was no exception either. Since the island is relatively small, the amount of families affected by the White Terror and 228 still actively protest the same shitty China that believes in censorship, poisoning the world with their shitty products, polluting the world with their shitty products, and oh yeah that little thing called NO FREEDOM FOR ANYONE. These people that vehemently protest this One China policy relentlessly do so to remember the real fucking history of China's aggressively imperialist nature towards Taiwan, Tibet, all the lives lost and families affected, and the fact they don't want to be called China. An issue of independence that clearly remains unresolved to this day.

This is a guy yelling at this Chinese envoy insisting that Taiwan is not a part of China. I feel kinda bad for the dude getting pushed around. But shit, if you're trying to label a country of non-Communists, essentially Communists, then you got another thing coming. I thought I saw my dad jumping on an envoy's car but my dad doesn't wear dress slacks. He prefers light denim.

The 228 Incident (traditional Chinese: 二二八事件; pinyin: èr èr bā shìjiàn; Pe̍h-ōe-jī: Jī-jī-pat sū-kiāⁿ) also known as the 228 Massacre (traditional Chinese: 二二八大屠殺; simplified Chinese: 二二八大屠杀; pinyin: èr èr bā dàtúshā) was an anti-government, anti-Chinese uprising in Taiwan that began on February 28, 1947 that was violently suppressed by the Kuomintang (KMT) government resulting in many civilian deaths. Estimates of the number of deaths vary widely from under one thousand to tens of thousands or more.[1][2] The Incident marked the beginning of the White Terror period in Taiwan in which thousands more Taiwanese vanished, were killed, or imprisoned. The number "228" refers to the day the massacre began, February 28 (1947-02-28).
Taiwan, after 50 years of rule by Japan, had been placed under the administrative control of the Republic of China (ROC) in 1945 by the United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Administration (UNRRA). Two years of administration by the Kuomintang led to the widespread impression among Taiwanese that it was plagued by nepotism, corruption, and economic failure. Tensions increased between Taiwanese and the ROC administration. The flashpoint came on February 27, 1947 in Taipei when a dispute between a female cigarette vendor and an officer of the Office of Monopoly triggered civil disorder and open rebellion that would last for days. The uprising was violently put down by the military of the Republic of China.
On the anniversary of the event in 1995 President Lee Teng-hui opened the subject for the first time. The subject is now openly commemorated and discussed. Details of the event remain the subject of investigation. This event is now commemorated in Taiwan as Peace Memorial Day (traditional Chinese: 和平紀念日; simplified Chinese: 和平纪念日; pinyin: hépíng jìniànrì). Monuments and memorial parks to the victims of 2-28 have been erected in a number of Taiwan's cities, including Kaohsiung and Taipei. Taiwan's president gathers with other officials every February 28 to ring a commemorative bell in memory of the victims. The president bows to family members of 2-28 victims and gives each one a certificate officially declaring the family innocent of any crime.

Friday, November 7, 2008


Some friends and I went to go see Bad Brains Wednesday Night. We arrived early and collectively decided not to see Killing Time. Instead, we opted for drinks next door to Irving Plaza. Upon entering the bar, the bartender behind the counter instantly came across as remarkably tense; everything he did, he did with an almost alienating, combative vigor.

Maria ordered us Budwesiers and left the bar a generous tip. It was slightly drizzling outside, and despite the meager steps it took to get to the bar from the venue the winds had been formidably strong. With a potentially shitty rest of the night lurk situation at hand, I decided to continue my warpath of whiskey shots. I ordered one, immediately scrounging for the singles I knew I had bunched up in different pockets. The bartender said " $7 ", and hawkishly waited for me to cough it up. I saw a $20 but resorted to utilizing the orphaned singles I knew I had. Reaching into old reciepts, dirty change, and my show ticket, I still came up with $7. I had to find a tip. Obviously cramping the bartender's minutely tread, he scurried away to attend to another patron.

Not a few moments later he came back to collect the tab. " Okay, you fucking harsh asshole, " I thought to myself, as I reached over the bar to give him a pile of ones. His exceedingly annoying power bartending behavior began to make me question why I was putting so much effort into giving this douschebag a dollar. He took the wad, indifferent to my deliberate efforts to find him money. Turning to Maria to see if she had a buck, I hear the register slam with obvious disappointment.

" Are you American?" The bartender rhetorically approaches me. The bar is not that noisy, so his negative words stab freely into friendly conversations around me. I stood there, being honestly blown away at such an offensive tip tactic I imagine especially devised for arrogant tourists and foreigners that impatient bartenders slogan around Union Square. There were so many things I wanted to do, including but not limited to, throwing everything on the bar at the fucking bartender in his fucking rude piece of shit face. I didn't react as much as I could have, I already knew I wanted to see Bad Brains at all costs. And I knew if I let myself to my own vengeful devices, I'd somehow get into a shitload of drama.

"Because in what country do you not tip?" He followed up. The situation seemed so forcefully rehearsed that it was obvious he had used these lines on people before. His delivery awkwardly distasteful while following his damaged mental tele-prompter.

I don't remember what I said to him. But it ended with me crunching a dollar bill into a shot glass full of untouched well liquor and me flipping it over on the bar, causing a display of rare passive aggressiveness. It might have been the lack of dinner and that previous drinking I had done up until that point that caused my brain to haze. But one thing I can always rely on is that I can always count on the mediocrity of people to outshine it's own self-seeking, tasteless, tactless, fuckery. And for my nationality, the way I look, to always hold a common place in the broadcasted ignorance of those who find it easier to judge me in this way, life can be some dissappointing bullshit. But then again I think, hey, at least Obama won. And that to me is still surreal, that despite how much we think we all know about each other and ourselves, somehow we are all still able to transcend the momentary pettiness of what a harshly stinging reality we can sometimes live in.


Rare, unseen, hoverboard conspiracy leader footage finally leaked!!

And you know, just for good measure, the memorable pizza hydrator scene.

Anyways, Hoverboards are fuckin' whatevz compared to this sketchy jetpack. This guy looks like his backpack ran out of crucial electrons and now he's just momentarily suspended thousands of feet above the earth with nothing more than bruce lee's workout suit, casual walking shoes, and invisible joysticks to hold onto. This dude is so fucked


Nick Cave
Soundsuit 2007

"The truth is that life is hard and dangerous; that those who seek their own happiness do not find it; that those who are weak must suffer; that those who demand love will be disappointed; that those who are greedy will not be fed; that those who seek peace will find strife; that truth is only for the brave; that joy is only for those who do not fear to be alone; that life is only for the one who is not afraid to die." Joyce Cary

Tuesday, November 4, 2008


better than a pollak..


In its short-lived attempt at existence, the US state of Absaroka (pronounced ab-SOR-ka) managed to acquire quite a few trappings of statehood: a governor and capital were selected, Absarokan car license plates issued, and there even was a Miss Absaroka 1939 (the first and only one). The King of Norway also visited, apparently – although he might not have suspected that it was a state visit.

Absaroka means ‘children of the large-beaked bird’ and is the name given to the Crow Indians by their relatives, the Hidatsa. It also is the name of a local mountain range. Which is ironic, as the state’s unifying characteristic would have been its rancher culture, which obviously owes more on the horizontality of prairie than the verticality of mountains.

On another continent or in another era, all this might have qualified Absaroka for total independence. But alas, in 1930s America, with its by then well-established administrative divisions, even statehood proved to be beyond the Absarokans’ grasp. And the fledgling state might have faded from history entirely, had it not been recorded by the Federal Writers’ Project, eager to include it as an example of cowboyin’ couleur locale.
can somebody explain why a dog gets to vote and my missing california absentee ballot is making me a non voter today?

Man's dog gets card to vote
Published: Oct. 30, 2008 at 5:01 PM
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ALBUQUERQUE, Oct. 30 (UPI) -- An Albuquerque man said he was shocked to receive a voter registration card for his dog after he jokingly filled out a form at Wal-Mart.

Don Pizzolato said he filled out a voter registration form for his dog, Tuckup Koepke, with a phony birth date and Social Security number, the Albuquerque Journal reported Thursday.

However, Pizzolato said he never expected the form to result in an actual voter registration for his dog. He received a card for the canine only weeks after filling out the form.

"I fully expected the form to be returned to me," Pizzolato said.

He said he feared the situation was symptomatic of a larger problem that could lead to voter fraud.

"I just have one data point to go off of, but in my opinion, if it's this easy to thwart the system, I'm sure it's not an isolated case," he said.

Pizzolato said Tuckup Koepke will not be voting in the upcoming election.

Sunday, November 2, 2008


Since when did Joaquin Phoenix start partying at Pop's?


Hiroo Onoda
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Hiroo Onoda
March 19, 1922 –

Place of birth Kainan, Wakayama Prefecture Japan
Allegiance Empire of Japan
Service/branch Imperial Japanese Army
Years of service 1941 - 1974
Rank Second Lieutenant
Other work Cattle Farmer
Second Lieutenant Hiroo Onoda (小野田 寛郎 Onoda Hirō; born March 19, 1922) is a former Japanese army intelligence officer who fought in World War II, and did not surrender until 1974.

Onoda was trained as an intelligence officer by the Nakano School, and on 26 December 1944 was sent to Lubang Island in the Philippines. He was ordered to do all that he could to hamper enemy attacks on the island, including destroying the airstrip and the pier at the harbor, his orders also stating that under no circumstances was he to surrender or take his own life.

When Onoda landed on the island, he linked up with a group of Japanese soldiers who had been sent there previously. The officers in the group outranked Onoda and prevented him from carrying out his assignment, which made it easier for US forces to liberate the island when they landed on 28 February 1945. Within a short time of the landing, all but Onoda and three other soldiers had either died or surrendered and Onoda, who had been promoted to Lieutenant, ordered the men to take to the hills.

Time in hiding
Onoda continued his campaign, initially living in the mountains with three fellow soldiers (Yuichi Akatsu, Corporal Siochi Shimada and Kinshichi Kozuka). The first time they saw a leaflet which claimed that the war was over in October 1945; another cell had killed a cow and found a leaflet left behind by islanders which read: "The war ended on August 15. Come down from the mountains!"[1] However, they mistrusted the leaflet, since another cell had been fired upon a few days previous. Why would they still be attacked if the war were over? They concluded that the leaflet was Allied propaganda.

Towards the end of 1945 leaflets were dropped by air with a surrender order printed on them from General Tomoyuki Yamashita of the Fourteenth Area Army. Having already been in hiding for a year, and the only proof of the end of the war being this leaflet, Onoda and the others scrutinized every letter and every word on this piece of paper. One sentence in particular seemed suspicious; it said that those who surrendered would receive "hygienic succor" and be "hauled" to Japan. Again, they concluded it was an Allied hoax.

One of the four, Yuichi Akatsu, walked away from the others in September 1949 and surrendered to Filipino forces in 1950 after six months on his own. To the other three this seemed like a security leak and they became even more careful of their position.

In 1952 letters and family pictures were dropped from aircraft urging them to surrender, but the three soldiers concluded that this was a hoax. Shimada was shot in the leg during a shoot-out with local fishermen in June 1953, following which Onoda nursed him back to health, and on 7 May 1954 was killed by a shot fired by a search party looking for the men.
Kozuka was killed by two shots fired by local police on 19 October 1972, when he and Onoda burned rice that had been collected by farmers, as part of their guerilla activities, leaving Onoda alone. Though Onoda had been officially declared dead in December 1959, this event suggested that it was likely he was still alive and search parties were sent out, though none were successful.

On 20 February 1974, Onoda met a Japanese college dropout, Norio Suzuki, who was traveling the world and had told his friends that he was "going to look for Lieutenant Onoda, a panda, and the Abominable Snowman, in that order." Onoda and Suzuki became friends, but Onoda still refused to surrender, saying that he was waiting for orders from a superior officer.
Suzuki returned to Japan with photographs of himself and Onoda as proof of their encounter, and in 1974 the Japanese government located Onoda's commanding officer, Major Taniguchi, who had since become a bookseller. He flew to Lubang and on 9 March 1974 informed Onoda of the defeat of Japan in WWII and ordered him to lay down his arms.

Lieutenant Onoda emerged from the jungle 29 years after the end of World War II, and accepted the commanding officer's order of surrender in his uniform and sword, with his Arisaka Type 99 rifle still in operating condition, 500 rounds of ammunition and several hand grenades. This makes him the second-to-last fighting Japanese soldier of World War II, before
Teruo Nakamura. Although many sources in modern culture poke fun at Onoda for "not believing the war was over," the primary motivation related to his devout belief in military discipline and honor: he had been ordered to never leave his post until he received a specific order enabling him to do so. Those orders did not arrive until 1974.

Though he had killed some thirty Philippine inhabitants of the island and engaged in several shootouts with the police, the circumstances of these events were taken into consideration, and Onoda received a pardon from President Ferdinand Marcos.

Later life
Onoda was so popular following his return to Japan that some Japanese urged him to run for the Diet. He also released an autobiography, No Surrender: My Thirty-Year War, shortly after his surrender, which detailed his life as a guerrilla fighter in a war that was long over. However, Onoda was reportedly unhappy being the subject of so much attention and troubled by what he saw as the withering of traditional Japanese virtues such as patriotism and in April 1975 he followed the example of his elder brother Tadao and left Japan for Brazil, where he raised cattle. He married in 1976, and assumed a leading role in the local Japanese community.

In 1980, after reading of a Japanese teenager who had murdered his parents, Onoda returned to Japan in 1984 and established the Onoda Shizen Juku ("Onoda Nature School") educational camp for young people, which is held at various different locations in Japan.

Onoda revisited Lubang Island in 1996, donating $10,000 for the local school on Lubang. His wife, Machie Onoda, became the head of the conservative Japan Women's Association in 2006.[3] He currently spends three months of the year in Brazil.
He is an assenter of The Truth about Nanjing movie.[citation needed]

Teruo Nakamura
Place of birth Taiwan
Place of death Taiwan
Allegiance Empire of Japan
Service/branch Imperial Japanese Army
Years of service 1943–1974
Rank Private
Unit 4th Takasago Volunteer Unit 高砂義勇隊
Battles/wars Battle of Morotai
Private Teruo Nakamura (Japanese 中村輝夫 Nakamura Teruo) was a Taiwan-born soldier of the Imperial Japanese Army who fought for Japan in World War II and did not surrender until 1974.
His name in his native language appears to have been Attun Palalin. The Taiwanese press referred to him as Lee Guang-Hui 李光輝, a name of which he learned only after his repatriation in 1975.

Nakamura was an aborigine, probably Amis, from Japanese-colonized Taiwan. Born in 1919, he was conscripted into a Takasago Volunteer Unit of the Imperial Japanese army in November 1943. He was stationed on Morotai Island in Indonesia shortly before the island was overrun by the Allies in September 1944 in the Battle of Morotai. He was declared dead in March 1945.

After the capture of the island, it appears that Nakamura lived with other stragglers on the island until well into the 1950s, whilst going off for extended periods of time on his own. In 1956, he apparently decided to relinquish his allegiance with the other remaining holdouts on the island and set off to construct a small camp of his own, consisting of a small hut in a 20-by-30 meter fenced field. When asked for the reason why he left the others, Nakamura claimed that other holdouts had tried to kill him, however this claim was denied by three other stragglers from his group who had been discovered in the 1950s.

Nakamura's hut was discovered accidentally by a pilot in mid-1974. In November 1974, the Japanese Embassy to Indonesia in Jakarta requested the assistance of the Indonesian government in organising a search mission, which was conducted by the Indonesian Air Force on Morotai and led to his arrest by Indonesian soldiers on December 18, 1974. He was flown to Jakarta and hospitalized there. News of his discovery reached Japan on December 27, 1974. Nakamura decided to be repatriated straight to Taiwan, bypassing Japan, and died there of lung cancer five years later in 1979.

Nakamura's repatriation and his perception in the Japanese public at the time differed considerably from that of earlier holdouts, such as Hiroo Onoda who had been discovered only a few months earlier. One reason for this was the question of his nationality. Born on Taiwan, Nakamura was ethnically Amis and legally stateless; questions of nationality were of considerable importance in the Japanese public at the time, and while the Japanese embassy in Jakarta offered to repatriate him, there were also diplomatic questions over how to treat him in case he wanted to go back to Taiwan.

At the time of his capture, he spoke neither Japanese nor Chinese (in fact it was doubted whether he could speak at all after twenty years of solitude). Secondly, while Onoda had been an officer, Nakamura's rank as a conscripted private from a Japanese colony did not incite the public imagination and was likely to raise questions about the role of Japanese colonialism during the war instead. Another sensitive issue was the question of back pay of his soldier's pension.

As a conscripted private, Nakamura was not entitled to pensions after a 1953 change in the law on pensions, and thus received only a minimal sum of ¥68,000 (US$227.59 at the time).[1] This raised a considerable outcry in the press, motivating the government to donate a larger sum similar to what had been given to Onoda, which in turn generated questions by earlier Taiwanese holdouts and led to considerable public discussion of the differences in treatment of Japanese and Taiwanese holdouts by the government.