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Tell them what.

Here’s an open letter to voters and caucus-goers in New Hampshire and Iowa. (Hey, it’s Christmas – what the hell, right?) More than anybody anywhere in this vast country, your now have the ability to call the major party candidates on just about any topic, whether it’s torture of detainees, the war in Iraq, health care, whatever. What’s more, you have the opportunity to make a greater political impact than that of much larger populations in New York, California, and other major states. How so? Well, for one thing, you can choose from among nearly the entire field of candidates – by the time the race gets to New York, for instance, it will essentially be over. Sure, there may not be a lot of variety there, but it’s better than a ballot of one. And you – particularly those folks in Iowa – can stand in a not-too-crowded living room with one of these fuckers, challenge them with non pre-fabricated questions, and go mano-a-mano politically with ordinarily very isolated and well protected politicians.

Frankly, I’m a bit discouraged by the comments I’ve heard from your fellows in recent weeks. Too many are taken in by the atmospherics of the campaigns. They want you to waste your time thinking about whether or not Hillary Clinton is “likeable” – don’t indulge them. Let them find their own marketing opportunities. And just to make your task a little simple, I’ve come up with some all-purpose questions you can adopt your own. Toss these suckers at any candidate, blue or red, and watch them turn a whole different color.

Q1: In as much as the administration started this war under false pretenses and has plainly indicated that they envision a long-term U.S. military presence in Iraq, are you prepared to pledge that you will a) withdraw all U.S. forces from Iraq, b) abandon any plans for permanent bases in that country, and c) pay reparations for the crime we’ve committed against the Iraqi nation at a level of expenditure that at least approaches the amount it took to destroy that nation?

Q2: Do you intend to put a halt to the current orgy of human rights abuses that our government has embarked upon since 9/11/2001 and to withdraw support from anti-democratic regimes that have invoked our excesses to justify their own with our avid encouragement (both political and financial)?

Q3: Will you become a part of the growing movement to take health care out of the hands of profiteering corporations and start treating it like a public good by aggressively advocating National Health Insurance along the lines of what has worked for decades in Canada, Britain, and other civilized countries?

I got more, but even Christmas has its limits. You can probably do better than this yourselves. Just corner ’em and nail ’em down – it’s up to you, folks.

luv u,

jp

Over here.

Back it up a bit. Bit more. Bit more. Good, good, that’s it. Now make it smaller… much smaller. No, not that way. I mean by material transmogrification. No, I did not make that up. Just ‘cuz you don’t know how

Bickering, bickering. Seems like that’s all we ever do these days. That and sleep. No more oldies, though – we’re off that particular plantation, thanks to the somewhat blurry-minded ingenuity of one sFshzenKlyrn, the creature from Zenon and Big Green‘s perennial sit-in guitarist. How did we get him to use his enormous etheric brain? Elementary use of flapjacks – quite simple, really. Read last week’s blog entry. Finished with it? Take your time. How about now? Jeezus, you read slow! Too much Internet, young lady – it’s rotting your brain! Got it now? Good, good. That’s right – I threatened, and then I delivered on the threat. Our sFshzenKlyrn got a tall stack of buckwheat flapjacks just after I posted. Am I a liar? Huh?

What happened next? Well, I’m gon’ tell yuh. All hell broke loose, that’s what. Old sFshzenKlyrn reared up like an angry elephant, his eyes (or rather, protuberances that might be mistaken for eyes) flaring like torches, his voice a deafening lash of white sound, his pseudopods pounding the tarmac until it splintered like early winter’s ice on a marsh pond. Then something unusual happened (truth is, that’s what sFshzenKlyrn always does when he gets good grub – irks the shit out of the neighbors back home). Our Zenite friend floated off towards the remains of our space craft and began making himself useful. Quite unusual. Of course, he had to displace Marvin (my personal robot assistant), who had been mounting a quixotic effort to repair the ship by himself. (Trouble is, Marvin doesn’t have super powers. I should leave him outdoors in lighting storms more often. What doesn’t kill you gives you super powers.)

Strong word of advice – never let a Zenite guitarist work unattended, especially when he’s speeding along on flapjacks. We thought we’d take an hour or so to stroll into town and, I don’t know, watch the denizens of Cancri 55.3 go about their lives. We became particularly engrossed in a display of lava lamps in a shop window, and by the time we returned, sFshzenKlyrn had grown to the size of a large-ish house… or a small-ish office building. Predictable side-effect of the flapjacks, of course. Trouble was, he had been so focused on his work that he had actually busted through the ceiling bulkhead of the spacecraft, having ballooned to forty times his normal size. Still working though. Oh sure, he wrecked our ship again, but you gotta’ admit – he’s a professional. (And as you know, professionals come in all shapes and sizes.)

Okay, but listen… that isn’t even the weirdest thing that happened to us this week. Just this past Tuesday, Lincoln and anti-Lincoln somehow got themselves on the Jack Parr show. Very popular in this corner of the universe, along with other sixties pop culture items. Gotta ask how they managed it… when they get back from the Monterey Pops Festival…

Stress positions

Been watching the amazing caveman race-to-the-bottom that is election 2008, have you? Probably more than you like. In a way, it reminds me of that classic board game, Clue, where there are three groups of cards – suspects, weapons, and locations – and at the start of the game one card from each group is taken out and secreted away; ultimately the winner is the first one to surmise which cards they are. Colonel Mustard did it in the Parlor with the Candlestick Holder, right? Well, particularly on the Republican side, you’ve got maybe three issues that all the major candidates demagogue about, based on G.O.P. polling data – say, immigration, detainee abuse, and the broader “war on terror”. So Rudy, Mitt, Fred, and Huck range about trying to guess what the winning positions will be. (Hmmm…. the Undocumented Mexican Gardener did it in the Anbar Awakening Council with Stress Positions.) They try to outdo each other to the point where it gets pretty ugly. Thus are major national policies born.

Take torture (please). Now I ask you, what is more lame than Romney’s comment that, yes, he’s against torture, but he will not discuss specific techniques because he doesn’t want “the people we capture to know what things we are able to do and what things we are not able to do”? This is essentially the same line Bush has been handing out for a couple of years, and it amazes me still. Does anyone anywhere believe that the people we identify as terrorists have never heard of waterboarding or any of the other methods our interrogators so gleefully employ? There’s nothing new about torture, particularly… just variations on a theme. And enough people have been in and out of U.S. custody over the last few years for word to get around, trust me. (Let alone the fact that many of these detainees come from countries where torture is routinely applied on detainees, such as U.S. ally Saudi Arabia.) Mitt and some of the others on that stage are signaling that the current regime will continue, quite probably get worse on their watch. Their reassurance to the concerned among us? Trust us.

Mitt’s crib on this topic comes from Cofer Black, former C.I.A. official and head of counter terrorism at the Agency (for 3 years, not 30, as Jeremy Scahill has usefully pointed out), now top management at Blackwater International, the mercenary army that has been benefiting very richly from lucrative contracts proffered by the Pentagon, the State Department, Homeland Security, and more. Black is a nasty piece of work – a fact amply reflected by his career choices – and there appears little doubt that he is serving as an important part of Mitt’s virtual brain on national security matters. One can imagine Black playing an important role in a Romney administration, perhaps assuming a major cabinet position. (I can already see him taking softball questions from the Pentagon press corps – maybe they’ll make a sex symbol out of him, as they attempted to do with Rumsfeld early on…… yes, Rumsfeld…). The problem is much bigger than Mitt, though. Every administration sets precedents. Torture has long been a part of our foreign policy (domestic policy too – see Chicago, New Orleans), but Bush has made it a much more open option. If this is seen as tolerated by the majority of Americans, that will be bad in a whole lot of ways.

Stand up, folks – get out of that stress position and tell these idiots that we won’t tolerate torture, no matter how they define it.

luv u,

jp