This article is like many others but I think maybe it will resonate with some of my audience a bit better. These are people like you and me, in the streets, living and dying. Their struggle is ours. They are us. They are each and everyone. We’d be wise to remember this.
Here’s the thing: When they do make cuts in military spending, the government doesn’t make fewer missiles and bombs, they either freeze or cut pay and benefits for soldiers, sailors and their families. The soldier’s quality of life is unfairly held hostage by the defense budget as a whole.
A story I may have told before:
When I was in college, I helped the Design Program Director carry some things to his office one time. In the office I saw a closet overflowing with Wacom tablets, Apple displays, external hard drives, and scanners.
"Sweet!" I exclaimed, "when do we start using these?"
He shrugged. “They’ve been sitting there for months.”
I was confused and, on some level, personally offended.
"Why? We need all this stuff in the lab."
"There’s no one to install it."
"Uhhh… I’ll do it!"
"No can do. Must be done by authorized service personnel, to guarantee maintenance support."
"So… Hire them!"
The Design Program Director sighed.
"There’s no money for that in the budget. As it is, our faculty are spread thin, handling way more classes than they really should. Here’s the thing: if I request thirty Mac Pros at the end of the year, they’ll buy them. But if I ask for a part-time lab assistant working 6 hours a week at $5.75/hr, they’ll make sour faces at me. See, the Mac Pro contract can go to someone’s cousin, and once they have these machines, they’re a great thing to brag about - "we added thirty state-of-the-art computers to the lab!" But ask for more personnel, or higher pay, or competitive benefits, and everyone sees CORPORATE WASTE, INEFFICIENCY, WASTED DOLLARS. So that’s why we don’t get to install all those awesome, shiny, brand-new electronics that are crowding my tiny office."
The Spanish have a surprising tendency to adopt all of the worst ideas that come out of the United States. Reality television and the obesity epidemic spring to mind as two examples of Bad Fucking Ideas We Got from the Yankees w
Read the rest to learn how America ruined Spain. (Avenging the Conquista, again).
“It is a frequent complaint among opinion makers in the United States that the global Muslim community does not condemn and prevent terrorism. New York Times columnist Thomas Friedman has even said that Islam needs a civil war similar to the one the United States fought in order to deal with its extremists. But the truth is that moderate and progressive Muslims all over the world are battling extremism. Here in the United States, one-third of al-Qaeda related terror plots have been broken up thanks to intelligence provided by Muslim Americans. It is up to the press to report these positive stories and not exaggerate the sway that extremists hold over the global Muslim community.”—Thousands Of Egyptian Muslims Show Up As ‘Human Shields’ To Defend Coptic Christians From Terrorism
“[F]orget those bums. This is the Best Rap list. There is no Drake. Other notable omissions include, but are not limited to: aging New Yorkers who have had more major deals than major hits; teenagers from Dallas or LA who keep giving different names to the same goddamn dances and won’t get off my lawn”—Noz Best Rap, 2010
I first met Dean not long after Tryscha and I hooked up. I had just gotten over a wicked fucking hangover that I won’t bother to talk about, except that it had something to do with a six-foot-five douchebag and a beer bong.
Of course my Alma mater gets called out in the opening Paragraph.
It’s hard to say how much this hurts. It’s understandable, Eastside has been dying a slow death. I don’t go any more. Except maybe to say hi to old friends. But still, I’m bummed.
Eastside carried my zines, they even bought them from me rather than selling them on commission. No body else even wanted them.
They supported me and some how these past years, I couldn’t be arsed to support them back. That wrecks me. Eastside’s death is a personal failing.
i find it so silly when someone asks me “what is the greatest thing on earth” and i answer, half jokingly, “books”, and they go into a huge spiel on how love is the greatest thing, that books can’t kiss you back or hold your hand in the morning, and nor can music or etc. i get disappointed…