An Act of War

On June 8, 1967, Israeli air and naval forces attacked America’s most advanced spy ship, the U.S.S. Liberty, killing 34 of its crew and wounding 174. Fifty years on, thanks to the complicity of the mainstream media, the cover up ordered by President Johnson is still in place.

What Defenders of Tariffs Do Not Understand

Gary North is absolutely correct on this: Defenders of tariffs basically do not understand economics. They really are economic ignoramuses. They do not understand economic cause-and-effect. They do not understand the fact that consumers are being hurt by the tariffs. They call for these discriminatory taxes, and they do it in the name of liberty. […]

“Law” by Charles Bukowski

[One of my favorite Bukowski poems.] “Look,” he told me, “all those little children dying in the trees.” And I said, “What?” He said, “look.” And I went to the window and sure enough, there they were hanging in the trees, dead and dying. And I said, “What does it mean?” He said, “I don’t […]

Bob Dylan is a Zionist

Sad to say, but he went over to the Dark Side. That’s where the money’s at, ya know. Not that he needs it, But that’s where the power is also. That’s where the elite hobnob. That’s where you go if you really want to feel important. How do you get from here to there, you […]

The Impossible Distance

On the TV I watched them marching toward the border row upon row of them in the hot bright sun they marched without guns without tanks and missiles although some like the shepherd boy David did pick up a few rocks to hurl into the impossible distance I watched them stream down the green hill […]

Pushing Freedom

“We” are pushing freedom to the world and daring them to oppose it and bribing them kindly to accept it and dropping death on those who refuse it. Ours is but a dumbed-down imperial culture that doesn’t want to come to terms with the systemic and structural reasons for its decline. Language is an invention […]

In Memory of Jerry

Before me lies the man I have killed. What did I kill him for? He lies there dead and gory. What fate had cast him here? Who is he? Perhaps he, too, like me, has an old mother. How long will she sit on the doorstep of her squalid little stick shack in the evenings, […]