Well at least someone is standing up

Mon 810 maize, a genetically modified frankenseed created by our old friends at Monsanto, has been knocked down by the French government.  Since a government ban on Mon 810 maize in 2008, the large Blackwater owning company has tried to push through French court a removal of the ban.  Finally, this year, Monsanto has announced that they will not be selling MON810 in France this year.  A year is not forever, but when the powers of genetic modifications starts to put their grip on you, it is hard to break their grip (Touch Me).

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courtesy of The Scottish Farmer

Republicans say the darndest things

These Republican debates have been amazing.  It is like they operate in the world circa 1968.  Someone should package these debates up and sell them for 19.95.  The comedy could compete with even the best of Johnny Carson.  The lies.  The false disgust.  The pure disregard for things that happen in the actual real world.  I watch the Daily Show often but rarely reference it because either you are a fan or not and there is really no reason to push to the converted or push against those that hate pompous New Yorkers but this time, rather than pretending I can sum things up better than them, I acquiesce to the best on your tv screen.  

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courtesy of huffingtonpost.com

Over there Over there

So, I live slightly to moderately fearful of the ever impending march to challenge Iran to see who has the bigger cock/finish taking out the entire power structure of the middle east so that we can...well, I do not want to conjecture so let us just say that we like war and Iran is slightly crazy so here we have arrived.  Now, I am aware and appreciative that many of the smartest minds on the topic have been saying war was inevitable starting in September and we are now in January so someone is a little off on predictions.  Hopefully we can all agree that being wrong on something like this is the best kind of wrong to be but I am afraid that they are only temporarily wrong and that eventually, a head will come and off to blow things up again we will be.  Maybe this time we will at least think of a new reason to go rather than this whole weapons of mass destruction thing we try last go around.  If we do try this again, how about we all just make sure to go back and watch what Leon Panetta had to say on this week’s Face the Nation.  Just to be clear, he says not.  Not developing.  Does this mean we can slow our roll just a little and try and figure out how to all just get along together in this whole wide patch of humanity.  Friends or at least rivals in agreement that we are tired of bombing, tired of pulling dead people from destroyed buildings.  Just maybe.

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source: www.rawstory.com

Book Club Time

A little exert from one of my most favorite books, The Secret Team by Fletcher Prouty.  Even though Oliver Stone did a good job of tainting the book, if even a fourth of the stories inside are accurate, well...that's the CIA for ya.  I highly recommending reading the book.  It's even available free online (Touch Me).  Enjoy the horror.


Some of these actions worked in strange ways. And some of these

actions were subject to the same irregularities that plagued the rest of the operations that were kept from the eyes of the public and from the controls normal to an open government. The irresponsible step in from time to time and get away with things that would be discovered in normal activities. 

At one overseas base heavily involved in air activities in support of the Agency and of the foreign nationals the Agency was assisting, there were a number of aircraft of doubtful ownership commingled with other aircraft that were on "loan" from the Air Force. These aircraft were flown and maintained for the most part by a civilian facility that had the appearance of being a civilian contract carrier; but there were also a number of Air Force and Navy personnel with the unit in various capacities. The primary base unit was under Navy cover and had been for years, as a result of an earlier mission. With such a mix of personnel and

equipment it was all but impossible, and certainly impractical, to attempt rigid controls in the manner customary on a real military base. 

One of the planes assigned to this unit was a small transport aircraft common to all three services and built by the Beech Aircraft Corporation.  This plane was flown by the officers of the staff and was used for shorter administrative flights. One of the pilots who flew it regularly came in to land in a bad crosswind one day and momentarily lost control of the plane

after it had touched the ground during landing, in what is called a "ground loop". He recovered in time to keep from doing very much damage and no one was hurt. The plane needed minor repairs to be as good as new.  However, this pilot, who also had maintenance authority at this conglomerate base, ordered that the plane be hauled out behind the main hangar and covered with a large protective tarpaulin. It was left there for months, and unknown to others on  the base, a report was filed to Washington that it would cost more to fix the plane than it was worth; so

the plane was scheduled for what the military calls "salvage". This means it is put up for sale to the highest bidder for scrap, or whatever. 

No one on this base, which was  primarily managed by the CIA, gave this a thought, and after a while the plane was not even missed.  During this time the pilot, a major who was actually a career CIA employee serving in his Air Force reserve grade, was transferred back to an assignment in Washington at CIA headquarters. He had not been there long when he located the paperwork on that plane and made a bid in his own name and that of a friend to purchase the plane for scrap prices. Since

no one else even knew where the plane was (and even if they had they would not have wanted to go to that remote place to get it) and of course, since any other bidder would have believed that the plane was a total loss, there were no other bidders. The major bought the plane in a perfectly legal maneuver. 

He then applied for a brief vacation. Dashing back to the overseas station, where he was well known, he arranged with the local maintenance crews to have the plane fixed at very little expense to himself, and in no time he and his friend shipped it back to the United States. Their profit on the deal was many times more than the actual money they had invested, and no one ever knew about it because all of the records had been kept in

highly classified channels. Secrecy can be used for many purposes, and this was just one of the uses to which it can be put by those of the team who know how to get away with it.  

My new friend

I am sorry lady that I ran into at Grandy's today.  Not ran into so much, like a car into car parking lot incident, though, that would have been much more enjoyable.  No, I am talking about us running into each other, head to head, in a battle of stubborn wills.  At this time, I am still a little too into the situation to share the story but let me just say that if you have a loved one or family member that performs any kind of civic duty, do me a favor and never put them in the position where you ask them to come to your rescue when there is nothing to be rescued from.  That makes them not want to talk to you or answer their calls or spend time with you at the holidays.  I highly doubt they ever call you at your job and ask if they can get a large fry bump up for the price of a medium. Respect peoples work place.  Be a drain to them on their off hours.  

Its all happening

So, it has been a cantakerous day on the world wide.  The DOJ decided this morning (Touch Me) to take down and out megaupload.com.  The site and the creators.  No warning.  No, hey, take this down.  Just go directly to jail.  Well...(Touch Me).  Whats good for the goose seems appropriate here.  I put my full one person support behind Annoymous.  I'm not even sure if the other guys even know what the internet is (Touch Me).

leave us alone already

It is not even safe to keep Kleenex (tissues for those who do not want to use the brand name label that has taken over the lexicon) around the house anymore (Touch Me). I never remember if it is Bed Bath and other things or the other place I do not even know the name of that I get my smell good air fresheners from but if it is Bed Bath, even after this radioactive thing, I would still go there.  I am a man.  I have too many ways to smell up a house if I do not hide it behind the sweet smell of cinammon.
The LA Times says hold your horses on thinking we are past old diseases like tuberculosis (Touch Me).  What is old is new again.  We should probably start getting used to all kinds of diseases becoming drug-resistent because just as we evolve, so does our body attackers.  You don't think they would just sit around and rest on their laurels do you?
Some of the most popular sites of the world wide are down today protesting the governments uneducated interference with the wonders of the web (Link blocked in observance).  We all could rant and rave about the damage that will be done when the government finally gets around to regulating the internet but lets always remember that it is our decisions that will push the internet down the hole of corporations to never be seen from again.  I just hope my friends for the resistance get their satelites up and running so that maybe there will be hope that I can see every kind of porn ever created for my viewing pleasure.  I do not like it all but I live life a little better knowing that everything is an option.  I like to create my own sensibilities thank you very much.

There is a video to that

Somewhere out there exists two video tapes of incidents in which I never volunteer to participate in but still did them with fervor and zeal.  One, from many moons ago, was a little school special my classmates and I performed in the town square for our anti-drug week initiation.  The lessons took as you well know.  I still have the red ribbon we were given around here somewhere I'm sure.  I bet running around downtown with that on wouldn't bring me any type of confrontations at all.  This tape is somewhere out there in the ethos I'm certain but it still has not surfaced so I'm thinking it might never will.  The more recent event took place this last weekend and I am sure that unlike when the first thing happened back in the 80's, this one is easily uploadable to the work wide.  I will not go into full detail here, if the video finds it way to youtube I will not tell you where it is, but I can that I have now auditioned for a reality show with a skill that I only pull out every ten years but the last time I did it was in the rain and lead to a fantastic rest of the night so maybe I should do it more.  But my audition was judged as a no which disappoints me.  I thought maybe I did think I could dan...Anyway, watch the video and judge for yourself.  If you can find it suckers.  Happy Monday to all!

where have all the good cars gone

Tossing out a story for your pleasure.  If you like it and want more, send me a message and I'll send it over.

  

BMW.  Mercedes.  Cadillac El Dorado.  Luxury cars.  Perfect targets for the perfect plan.  People with such cars buy up lots of insurance then go drinking at bars and that’s why I am back here lurking.  Waiting.    Knowing that it only takes one sucker to hit me then bang!  Nothing more than some bumps and bruises to get me into a better financial bracket.  Go ahead and write that insurance check out to me.  Risk/reward I’m willing to take.

“Hey,” a female voice calls out from somewhere behind me, further back in the darkness of the parking lot, “yeah you, hey.”  I turn to welcome a group of girls, lead by the loud one out front.  “You got a light?”

I glance over towards the front door of the bar.  Check to make sure I do not miss an exiting opportunity.  All clear.  I pull out my lighter and set flames to four Virginia Slims. 

“Are you back here getting high too?”  The question sends the gals into fits of laughter.  The giggles make me realize how much this visit could interfere with my evening’s goal.  I try to sneak away from the pack.  The loud girl, the one out front, grabs me by the arm.  Stares into my eyes.

“Are you getting high, man?”  The serious tone in her voice silences her friends cackling.  I readjust my own demeanor.  Afraid I’ve been caught in the act.  They have the numbers on me but I’m pretty sure if I move quickly, I can out speed them.  Back in my car.  Never come back to this place again.  The girl can only hold it in for so long.  She dies laughing.  Her friends join along. 

“You caught me girls,” I smile along, “but I caught you too.”  We all laugh together then return to the bar, arm in arm.  If I am not going to be successful getting run down by a car for some insurance money then I might as well have a few good moments with some pretty ladies.  Girls that do drugs.  After I succeed with my plot, I might just need something extra to take the pain away.

“So…what’s your story,” the leader of group, I have learned that her name is Andrea, asks me.  We are all a few shots more inebriated; one round bought by each person in our party, another by a couple of guys at the bar.  I got mine included by hiding under a wig one of the girls had stored in her purse, “always got to have a back up” she explained.  It comes in handy again when the guys tried to join us at our table ending the visit feeling like a man feels flipping to the back of the Observer and falling in love with someone before realizing he turned to the tranny listings. 

“Story?  Oh, I don’t really have one.”

“Everyone’s got one.  Except pedo’s and serial killers.  Which one are you?”

“Well I guess maybe you will have to find out.”  As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize the implications by my smooth talk.  “I mean, not find out.  I guess you wouldn’t really ever find out if I was a pedophile, you know,” I stutter, “since you are a woman and don’t fit into that category.”

“Are you calling me old?”  I am lost for words.  “I’m kidding,” she says, “I get what you are saying but maybe you should stop trying to say it and tell me something else.  How about what was your favorite shirt when you were eleven?”

My Texas Rangers jersey with Mcdowell stitched into the back of course.  We talk for a while longer.  Continue to drink.  Long enough for Andrea to be comfortable coming home with me and me being comfortable enough allowing it.  

Well that's a good enough reason I guess

Palm Beach (in the worst state in the world)- Some guest of a fancy pants restaurant in the armpit of everywhere, Florida, decided he wanted the check until he didn't want the check anymore in which case he decided that he did not want the check so much, it was enough to break the waiters finger.  Or two.  Good enough reason you ask.  Good enough for that waiter to sue the crap out of said gentleman because this is the ideal situation for a court to award a million dollar settlement and I wouldn't say a word.  Certainly a better reason than hot coffee to the lap at least.

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Giant mess of dark matter

Austin- Scientists have created the largest scale rendering of dark matter across the universe, revealing a picture of the invisible stuff thought to represent 98 percent of all matter in the universe.

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I got an idea

Thinking about starting another blog so I will.  Been going through lots of old records and seeing some of the most beautiful, wonderful, scary, creepy, and all around weird images I ever did see.  So, it's old inappropriate record covers blog (which will have a better name) and it starts this week so look out team.  Now I've got two things to procrastinate on and not do. Here's a preview.

Buck Owens-Live at the Nugget: As ppulido points on rateyourmusic.com, Buck only plays six of the songs on the album but the whole shebang ends with Johnny B Goode so it's fine by me.  The weirdness level is fair but tempered by the fact that the Nugget, John Ascuaga's Nugget to be exact, most certainly had easy access to an elephant whose loyalty and affection need only to be bought by a bag of peanuts and a scotch.  Buck looks slightly terrified as he hangs on for dear life on the girdle around Bertha's head but he's putting on a lovely fake smile that warms the heart.  Random Rating: 4.3 which is a 3.8 with an added bump for the Billy Brown boots Buck is sporting.  Hell, maybe Billy even stole them.  Who is to say.

It's Friday so...

Let's give you a few of the newest stories for 2012, the last year we will be alive (jokes, I got jokes).  Let's start with the government's new cloaking device idea that doesn't invisible just a person or a place but rather an entire event (Touch Me).  I wish I could cloak every Tuesday.  I don't like them.  Ever.
Hey, we also had a little caucus voting down (or up) there in Iowa.  What a great time that was had by all.  What is also fantastic is that even with a record caucus turnout, only 8 percent of Iowans came out to cast their hand raise ballot.  Here is where that link would go but I can't seem to find it right now so you just have to believe me on this one.  Or not.  It will not hurt my feelings.
Here is another link host that I never thought I would share.  Fox had a great story this week about sea creatures living on the sea floor living off of chemicals from black smoke created volcanic hot vents beneath the ocean where temperatures can reach over 700 degrees (Touch Me).  Just one of those little things that might make you wonder why we don't turn a government agency (yes, this is a fight with NASA) down under water instead of always in the sky.  Underwater, that is the future.  Says me.
How about a little trip to space to watch the Earth rise up from behind the moon (Touch Me).  Ah, things that make you feel so minuscule in the grand scheme of things (and that is okay cause we are. Calm down with all the we are so important thing.  Down a notch or two).

Look at me

Alright, my twitter has now joined us on all my page of pizana so enjoy that too.  What more could you ask for from me?  Except nudie pictures but I shall not do that until I get 300,000 followers, I mean dollars.  Followers aren't paying for me to get away.  In the mean while, share my desktop photo with me. It's pretty, no?

The things we believe when we are told it is true

James Corbett always does a great job researching and finding facts on all things secret.  Please visit his site http://www.corbettreport.com/ just remember that it is not going to be uplifting.  These are the things we have to live with sometimes.  My favorite part of his reporting is a segment he does telling the real history of some the stories of our time.  The history of the taliban, events around September 11th (not crazy ideas of the events of the day.  Just all the scumbagery that was going on around at the time), and so on.  This week, it is the story of how we, the American people, get bamboozled into war.  Ah, the wonderful world of the war machine.

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Last year for us

Here we are 2012.  The year that the highly respectable National Enquirer has been saying the world was going to end (as far back as I can remember at the very least.  I always read them standing in the grocery store line.  Sometimes I need to know which celebrity as cellulite hanging out at the beach).  (Second note, I kid the NE. They did break the John Edwards story which also reminded me that I will never ever never think that a trial lawyer is a decent human being ever again).  There were good stories in 2011.  There were great stories in 2011.  Most importantly, I think that 2011 was the year that the turnaround for rich people doing devious stuff and us finding out about it is nearing instant and that is just about the best thing that could happen to try to keep some of those mofo's in check.  Now, don't get me wrong.  Since 2008, one group of Americans has made a bid to steal everything that isn't nailed down (and been very successful) so when things collapse, they will have more green paper to burn for kindling I guess but we know about this already.  It would have been nice to get angry beforehand and maybe stop some of the money going to people who don't need it but better late than never.  2011 was also the year that we got Fast and Furious program, a drunken used car salesman from Houston was accused of being an Iranian hitman, and to end the year, our fearless leader (our if you are a banker) decided to "with great reservation" approve the indefinite detention of American citizens if they are dubbed a "threat".  The problem with great reservation is that even if Obama doesn't abuse the law, what about the next guy or the one after that.  Constitutionalists crow about laws been written that go against the things the Founding Fathers had set forth.  That usually isn't true.  This time it is.  So, 2012, the end of the world (just to be clear, this is completely a joke. I'm not putting my eggs in the world's gonna end basket just yet) let's see if we can make it through.  Good luck.