That's the new Chuck Prophet. Hey, guess what? American liberals dig drones, killing Muslim civilians: The sharpest edges of President Obama’s counterterrorism policy, including the use of drone aircraft to kill suspected terrorists abroad and keeping open the military prison at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, have broad public support, including from the left wing of the Democratic Party... But fully 77 percent of liberal Democrats endorse the use of drones, meaning that Obama is unlikely to suffer any political consequences as a result of his policy in this election year. This is the centerpiece of this post, but what the fuck is there to say? There's a new Fucked Up song at post's bottom. Here's a new poem on top of an old poem.
- At the threshold of memory.
- Politics and the internet.
- Awesome bleggalgaze.
- Privacy death stars.
- United States of Fear.
- Feel the excitement of a clear choice. Of course Obama's going to be reelected.
- Sequel server.
- Super savage Sunday.
- On Hedges.
- Against Hedges.
- Reading Marx's Capital Vol 2 class one, class two.
- Eagleton on Raine.
- On William Carlos Williams.
- Winter Trees.
- The super power of Lizst.
- Wotan returns.
- Hey! Seb's band:
DEATH GETS INTO THE SUBURBS
It sweats into the tongue and groove
of redwood decks with a Tahoe view.
It slides under the truck where some knuckles
are getting banged up on a stuck nut.
It whirls in the egg whites. Among blacks
and whites spread evenly. Inside the chicken
factory, the Falcon 7x, and under the bridge.
There’s death by taxi, by blood clot, by slippery rug.
Death by oops and flood, by drone and gun.
Death with honor derides death without.
Realpolitik and offshore accounts
are erased like a thumb drive lost in a fire.
And the friendly crow sets out walnuts to pop under tires.
So let’s walk the ruins, let’s walk along the ocean
and listen to death’s undying devotion.