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delivery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Chairman Dean and my great friend Dick Durbin; and to all my fellow citizens of this great nation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With profound gratitude and great humility, I accept your nomination for the presidency of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Let me express my thanks to the historic slate of candidates who accompanied me on this journey, and especially the one who traveled the farthest - a champion for working Americans and an inspiration to my daughters and to yours -- Hillary Rodham Clinton. To President Clinton, who last night made the case for change as only he can make it; to Ted Kennedy, who embodies the spirit of service; and to the next Vice President of the United States, Joe Biden, I thank you. I am grateful to finish this journey with one of the finest statesmen of our time, a man at ease with everyone from world leaders to the conductors on the Amtrak train he still takes home every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the love of my life, our next First Lady, Michelle Obama, and to Sasha and Malia - I love you so much, and I'm so proud of all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, I stood before you and told you my story - of the brief union between a young man from Kenya and a young woman from Kansas who weren't well-off or well-known, but shared a belief that in America, their son could achieve whatever he put his mind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that promise that has always set this country apart - that through hard work and sacrifice, each of us can pursue our individual dreams but still come together as one American family, to ensure that the next generation can pursue their dreams as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I stand here tonight. Because for two hundred and thirty two years, at each moment when that promise was in jeopardy, ordinary men and women - students and soldiers, farmers and teachers, nurses and janitors -- found the courage to keep it alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet at one of those defining moments - a moment when our nation is at war, our economy is in turmoil, and the American promise has been threatened once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, more Americans are out of work and more are working harder for less. More of you have lost your homes and even more are watching your home values plummet. More of you have cars you can't afford to drive, credit card bills you can't afford to pay, and tuition that's beyond your reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These challenges are not all of government's making. But the failure to respond is a direct result of a broken politics in Washington and the failed policies of George W. Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, we are better than these last eight years. We are a better country than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country is more decent than one where a woman in Ohio, on the brink of retirement, finds herself one illness away from disaster after a lifetime of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country is more generous than one where a man in Indiana has to pack up the equipment he's worked on for twenty years and watch it shipped off to China, and then chokes up as he explains how he felt like a failure when he went home to tell his family the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are more compassionate than a government that lets veterans sleep on our streets and families slide into poverty; that sits on its hands while a major American city drowns before our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I say to the American people, to Democrats and Republicans and Independents across this great land - enough! This moment - this election - is our chance to keep, in the 21st century, the American promise alive. Because next week, in Minnesota, the same party that brought you two terms of George Bush and Dick Cheney will ask this country for a third. And we are here because we love this country too much to let the next four years look like the last eight. On November 4th, we must stand up and say: "Eight is enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let there be no doubt. The Republican nominee, John McCain, has worn the uniform of our country with bravery and distinction, and for that we owe him our gratitude and respect. And next week, we'll also hear about those occasions when he's broken with his party as evidence that he can deliver the change that we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the record's clear: John McCain has voted with George Bush ninety percent of the time. Senator McCain likes to talk about judgment, but really, what does it say about your judgment when you think George Bush has been right more than ninety percent of the time? I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to take a ten percent chance on change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, on issue after issue that would make a difference in your lives - on health care and education and the economy - Senator McCain has been anything but independent. He said that our economy has made "great progress" under this President. He said that the fundamentals of the economy are strong. And when one of his chief advisors - the man who wrote his economic plan - was talking about the anxiety Americans are feeling, he said that we were just suffering from a "mental recession," and that we've become, and I quote, "a nation of whiners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nation of whiners? Tell that to the proud auto workers at a Michigan plant who, after they found out it was closing, kept showing up every day and working as hard as ever, because they knew there were people who counted on the brakes that they made. Tell that to the military families who shoulder their burdens silently as they watch their loved ones leave for their third or fourth or fifth tour of duty. These are not whiners. They work hard and give back and keep going without complaint. These are the Americans that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't believe that Senator McCain doesn't care what's going on in the lives of Americans. I just think he doesn't know. Why else would he define middle-class as someone making under five million dollars a year? How else could he propose hundreds of billions in tax breaks for big corporations and oil companies but not one penny of tax relief to more than one hundred million Americans? How else could he offer a health care plan that would actually tax people's benefits, or an education plan that would do nothing to help families pay for college, or a plan that would privatize Social Security and gamble your retirement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because John McCain doesn't care. It's because John McCain doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over two decades, he's subscribed to that old, discredited Republican philosophy - give more and more to those with the most and hope that prosperity trickles down to everyone else. In Washington, they call this the Ownership Society, but what it really means is - you're on your own. Out of work? Tough luck. No health care? The market will fix it. Born into poverty? Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps - even if you don't have boots. You're on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time for them to own their failure. It's time for us to change America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we Democrats have a very different measure of what constitutes progress in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We measure progress by how many people can find a job that pays the mortgage; whether you can put a little extra money away at the end of each month so you can someday watch your child receive her college diploma. We measure progress in the 23 million new jobs that were created when Bill Clinton was President - when the average American family saw its income go up $7,500 instead of down $2,000 like it has under George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We measure the strength of our economy not by the number of billionaires we have or the profits of the Fortune 500, but by whether someone with a good idea can take a risk and start a new business, or whether the waitress who lives on tips can take a day off to look after a sick kid without losing her job - an economy that honors the dignity of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fundamentals we use to measure economic strength are whether we are living up to that fundamental promise that has made this country great - a promise that is the only reason I am standing here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in the faces of those young veterans who come back from Iraq and Afghanistan, I see my grandfather, who signed up after Pearl Harbor, marched in Patton's Army, and was rewarded by a grateful nation with the chance to go to college on the GI Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the face of that young student who sleeps just three hours before working the night shift, I think about my mom, who raised my sister and me on her own while she worked and earned her degree; who once turned to food stamps but was still able to send us to the best schools in the country with the help of student loans and scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I listen to another worker tell me that his factory has shut down, I remember all those men and women on the South Side of Chicago who I stood by and fought for two decades ago after the local steel plant closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I hear a woman talk about the difficulties of starting her own business, I think about my grandmother, who worked her way up from the secretarial pool to middle-management, despite years of being passed over for promotions because she was a woman. She's the one who taught me about hard work. She's the one who put off buying a new car or a new dress for herself so that I could have a better life. She poured everything she had into me. And although she can no longer travel, I know that she's watching tonight, and that tonight is her night as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what kind of lives John McCain thinks that celebrities lead, but this has been mine. These are my heroes. Theirs are the stories that shaped me. And it is on their behalf that I intend to win this election and keep our promise alive as President of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a promise that says each of us has the freedom to make of our own lives what we will, but that we also have the obligation to treat each other with dignity and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a promise that says the market should reward drive and innovation and generate growth, but that businesses should live up to their responsibilities to create American jobs, look out for American workers, and play by the rules of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours is a promise that says government cannot solve all our problems, but what it should do is that which we cannot do for ourselves - protect us from harm and provide every child a decent education; keep our water clean and our toys safe; invest in new schools and new roads and new science and technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our government should work for us, not against us. It should help us, not hurt us. It should ensure opportunity not just for those with the most money and influence, but for every American who's willing to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the promise of America - the idea that we are responsible for ourselves, but that we also rise or fall as one nation; the fundamental belief that I am my brother's keeper; I am my sister's keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the promise we need to keep. That's the change we need right now. So let me spell out exactly what that change would mean if I am President.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Change means a tax code that doesn't reward the lobbyists who wrote it, but the American workers and small businesses who deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike John McCain, I will stop giving tax breaks to corporations that ship jobs overseas, and I will start giving them to companies that create good jobs right here in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will eliminate capital gains taxes for the small businesses and the start-ups that will create the high-wage, high-tech jobs of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cut taxes - cut taxes - for 95% of all working families. Because in an economy like this, the last thing we should do is raise taxes on the middle-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the sake of our economy, our security, and the future of our planet, I will set a clear goal as President: in ten years, we will finally end our dependence on oil from the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington's been talking about our oil addiction for the last thirty years, and John McCain has been there for twenty-six of them. In that time, he's said no to higher fuel-efficiency standards for cars, no to investments in renewable energy, no to renewable fuels. And today, we import triple the amount of oil as the day that Senator McCain took office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to end this addiction, and to understand that drilling is a stop-gap measure, not a long-term solution. Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As President, I will tap our natural gas reserves, invest in clean coal technology, and find ways to safely harness nuclear power. I'll help our auto companies re-tool, so that the fuel-efficient cars of the future are built right here in America. I'll make it easier for the American people to afford these new cars. And I'll invest 150 billion dollars over the next decade in affordable, renewable sources of energy - wind power and solar power and the next generation of biofuels; an investment that will lead to new industries and five million new jobs that pay well and can't ever be outsourced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, now is not the time for small plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to finally meet our moral obligation to provide every child a world-class education, because it will take nothing less to compete in the global economy. Michelle and I are only here tonight because we were given a chance at an education. And I will not settle for an America where some kids don't have that chance. I'll invest in early childhood education. I'll recruit an army of new teachers, and pay them higher salaries and give them more support. And in exchange, I'll ask for higher standards and more accountability. And we will keep our promise to every young American - if you commit to serving your community or your country, we will make sure you can afford a college education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to finally keep the promise of affordable, accessible health care for every single American. If you have health care, my plan will lower your premiums. If you don't, you'll be able to get the same kind of coverage that members of Congress give themselves. And as someone who watched my mother argue with insurance companies while she lay in bed dying of cancer, I will make certain those companies stop discriminating against those who are sick and need care the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to help families with paid sick days and better family leave, because nobody in America should have to choose between keeping their jobs and caring for a sick child or ailing parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to change our bankruptcy laws, so that your pensions are protected ahead of CEO bonuses; and the time to protect Social Security for future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now is the time to keep the promise of equal pay for an equal day's work, because I want my daughters to have exactly the same opportunities as your sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, many of these plans will cost money, which is why I've laid out how I'll pay for every dime - by closing corporate loopholes and tax havens that don't help America grow. But I will also go through the federal budget, line by line, eliminating programs that no longer work and making the ones we do need work better and cost less - because we cannot meet twenty-first century challenges with a twentieth century bureaucracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Democrats, we must also admit that fulfilling America's promise will require more than just money. It will require a renewed sense of responsibility from each of us to recover what John F. Kennedy called our "intellectual and moral strength." Yes, government must lead on energy independence, but each of us must do our part to make our homes and businesses more efficient. Yes, we must provide more ladders to success for young men who fall into lives of crime and despair. But we must also admit that programs alone can't replace parents; that government can't turn off the television and make a child do her homework; that fathers must take more responsibility for providing the love and guidance their children need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual responsibility and mutual responsibility - that's the essence of America's promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as we keep our keep our promise to the next generation here at home, so must we keep America's promise abroad. If John McCain wants to have a debate about who has the temperament, and judgment, to serve as the next Commander-in-Chief, that's a debate I'm ready to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For while Senator McCain was turning his sights to Iraq just days after 9/11, I stood up and opposed this war, knowing that it would distract us from the real threats we face. When John McCain said we could just "muddle through" in Afghanistan, I argued for more resources and more troops to finish the fight against the terrorists who actually attacked us on 9/11, and made clear that we must take out Osama bin Laden and his lieutenants if we have them in our sights. John McCain likes to say that he'll follow bin Laden to the Gates of Hell - but he won't even go to the cave where he lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, as my call for a time frame to remove our troops from Iraq has been echoed by the Iraqi government and even the Bush Administration, even after we learned that Iraq has a $79 billion surplus while we're wallowing in deficits, John McCain stands alone in his stubborn refusal to end a misguided war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the judgment we need. That won't keep America safe. We need a President who can face the threats of the future, not keep grasping at the ideas of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't defeat a terrorist network that operates in eighty countries by occupying Iraq. You don't protect Israel and deter Iran just by talking tough in Washington. You can't truly stand up for Georgia when you've strained our oldest alliances. If John McCain wants to follow George Bush with more tough talk and bad strategy, that is his choice - but it is not the change we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the party of Roosevelt. We are the party of Kennedy. So don't tell me that Democrats won't defend this country. Don't tell me that Democrats won't keep us safe. The Bush-McCain foreign policy has squandered the legacy that generations of Americans -- Democrats and Republicans - have built, and we are here to restore that legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Commander-in-Chief, I will never hesitate to defend this nation, but I will only send our troops into harm's way with a clear mission and a sacred commitment to give them the equipment they need in battle and the care and benefits they deserve when they come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end this war in Iraq responsibly, and finish the fight against al Qaeda and the Taliban in Afghanistan. I will rebuild our military to meet future conflicts. But I will also renew the tough, direct diplomacy that can prevent Iran from obtaining nuclear weapons and curb Russian aggression. I will build new partnerships to defeat the threats of the 21st century: terrorism and nuclear proliferation; poverty and genocide; climate change and disease. And I will restore our moral standing, so that America is once again that last, best hope for all who are called to the cause of freedom, who long for lives of peace, and who yearn for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the policies I will pursue. And in the weeks ahead, I look forward to debating them with John McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I will not do is suggest that the Senator takes his positions for political purposes. Because one of the things that we have to change in our politics is the idea that people cannot disagree without challenging each other's character and patriotism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times are too serious, the stakes are too high for this same partisan playbook. So let us agree that patriotism has no party. I love this country, and so do you, and so does John McCain. The men and women who serve in our battlefields may be Democrats and Republicans and Independents, but they have fought together and bled together and some died together under the same proud flag. They have not served a Red America or a Blue America - they have served the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got news for you, John McCain. We all put our country first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, our work will not be easy. The challenges we face require tough choices, and Democrats as well as Republicans will need to cast off the worn-out ideas and politics of the past. For part of what has been lost these past eight years can't just be measured by lost wages or bigger trade deficits. What has also been lost is our sense of common purpose - our sense of higher purpose. And that's what we have to restore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not agree on abortion, but surely we can agree on reducing the number of unwanted pregnancies in this country. The reality of gun ownership may be different for hunters in rural Ohio than for those plagued by gang-violence in Cleveland, but don't tell me we can't uphold the Second Amendment while keeping AK-47s out of the hands of criminals. I know there are differences on same-sex marriage, but surely we can agree that our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters deserve to visit the person they love in the hospital and to live lives free of discrimination. Passions fly on immigration, but I don't know anyone who benefits when a mother is separated from her infant child or an employer undercuts American wages by hiring illegal workers. This too is part of America's promise - the promise of a democracy where we can find the strength and grace to bridge divides and unite in common effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are those who dismiss such beliefs as happy talk. They claim that our insistence on something larger, something firmer and more honest in our public life is just a Trojan Horse for higher taxes and the abandonment of traditional values. And that's to be expected. Because if you don't have any fresh ideas, then you use stale tactics to scare the voters. If you don't have a record to run on, then you paint your opponent as someone people should run from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a big election about small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what - it's worked before. Because it feeds into the cynicism we all have about government. When Washington doesn't work, all its promises seem empty. If your hopes have been dashed again and again, then it's best to stop hoping, and settle for what you already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it. I realize that I am not the likeliest candidate for this office. I don't fit the typical pedigree, and I haven't spent my career in the halls of Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stand before you tonight because all across America something is stirring. What the nay-sayers don't understand is that this election has never been about me. It's been about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eighteen long months, you have stood up, one by one, and said enough to the politics of the past. You understand that in this election, the greatest risk we can take is to try the same old politics with the same old players and expect a different result. You have shown what history teaches us - that at defining moments like this one, the change we need doesn't come from Washington. Change comes to Washington. Change happens because the American people demand it - because they rise up and insist on new ideas and new leadership, a new politics for a new time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, this is one of those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that as hard as it will be, the change we need is coming. Because I've seen it. Because I've lived it. I've seen it in Illinois, when we provided health care to more children and moved more families from welfare to work. I've seen it in Washington, when we worked across party lines to open up government and hold lobbyists more accountable, to give better care for our veterans and keep nuclear weapons out of terrorist hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen it in this campaign. In the young people who voted for the first time, and in those who got involved again after a very long time. In the Republicans who never thought they'd pick up a Democratic ballot, but did. I've seen it in the workers who would rather cut their hours back a day than see their friends lose their jobs, in the soldiers who re-enlist after losing a limb, in the good neighbors who take a stranger in when a hurricane strikes and the floodwaters rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country of ours has more wealth than any nation, but that's not what makes us rich. We have the most powerful military on Earth, but that's not what makes us strong. Our universities and our culture are the envy of the world, but that's not what keeps the world coming to our shores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, it is that American spirit - that American promise - that pushes us forward even when the path is uncertain; that binds us together in spite of our differences; that makes us fix our eye not on what is seen, but what is unseen, that better place around the bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That promise is our greatest inheritance. It's a promise I make to my daughters when I tuck them in at night, and a promise that you make to yours - a promise that has led immigrants to cross oceans and pioneers to travel west; a promise that led workers to picket lines, and women to reach for the ballot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is that promise that forty five years ago today, brought Americans from every corner of this land to stand together on a Mall in Washington, before Lincoln's Memorial, and hear a young preacher from Georgia speak of his dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men and women who gathered there could've heard many things. They could've heard words of anger and discord. They could've been told to succumb to the fear and frustration of so many dreams deferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the people heard instead - people of every creed and color, from every walk of life - is that in America, our destiny is inextricably linked. That together, our dreams can be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We cannot walk alone," the preacher cried. "And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, we cannot turn back. Not with so much work to be done. Not with so many children to educate, and so many veterans to care for. Not with an economy to fix and cities to rebuild and farms to save. Not with so many families to protect and so many lives to mend. America, we cannot turn back. We cannot walk alone. At this moment, in this election, we must pledge once more to march into the future. Let us keep that promise - that American promise - and in the words of Scripture hold firmly, without wavering, to the hope that we confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God Bless you, and God Bless the United States of America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-3710261757956813009?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3710261757956813009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=3710261757956813009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3710261757956813009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3710261757956813009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-finally-happened.html' title='It Finally Happened!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-1066523311108970260</id><published>2008-08-23T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:18:09.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivy League Grads on Food Stamps</title><content type='html'>A letter to MSNBC's Mike Barnicle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to you in reaction to you appearance on Morning Joe the day of Barack Obama's choice of Joe Biden as his running mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your analysis: the Biden pick will help deal with Obama's "elitism" problem. This frame about Democrats has been around since Nixon's campaign in 1968, but it is particularly ridiculous in the case of Barack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do of course know the facts: he grew up in single parent household and was on food stamps for a time. Hardly elitist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Obama, when I was growing up, my family was on food stamps for a short time; my father was always in and out of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I got a scholarship to Regis, an elite (all-scholarship) Jesuit high school in Manhattan, and among the best high schools in the United States, if not the best Catholic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Obama, I went to Columbia on grants and loans and held a job for expenses. An Ivy Leaguer, yes, but hardly an elitist. I even still live in the Queens neighborhood I grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE Starbucks, I used to un-ironically watch professional wrestling, I like Kentucky Fried Chicken. But I've also read Finegans Wake and know who Derrida is, though I think he's a poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is this: you have no idea what you are talking about and your identification with what you call "lunchpail Democrats" borders on the fraudulent, especially since the last time you had dirt on your fingernails was when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it would have been better if Obama had gone to Andover and "cleared brush" on his fake ranch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-1066523311108970260?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1066523311108970260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=1066523311108970260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/1066523311108970260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/1066523311108970260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2008/08/ivy-league-grads-on-food-stamps.html' title='Ivy League Grads on Food Stamps'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-2173526420838715238</id><published>2008-05-25T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:41:12.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Dulce Et Decorum Est&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,&lt;br /&gt;Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,&lt;br /&gt;Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs&lt;br /&gt;And towards our distant rest began to trudge.&lt;br /&gt;Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots&lt;br /&gt;But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots&lt;br /&gt;Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!-An ecstasy of fumbling,&lt;br /&gt;Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;&lt;br /&gt;But someone still was yelling out and stumbling&lt;br /&gt;And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...&lt;br /&gt;Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,&lt;br /&gt;As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,&lt;br /&gt;He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in some smothering dreams you too could pace&lt;br /&gt;Behind the wagon that we flung him in,&lt;br /&gt;And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,&lt;br /&gt;His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;&lt;br /&gt;If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood&lt;br /&gt;Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,&lt;br /&gt;Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud&lt;br /&gt;Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-&lt;br /&gt;My friend, you would not tell with such high zest&lt;br /&gt;To children ardent for some desperate glory,&lt;br /&gt;The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est&lt;br /&gt;Pro patria mori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-2173526420838715238?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2173526420838715238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=2173526420838715238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2173526420838715238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2173526420838715238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-2554805157533505597</id><published>2008-01-27T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:19:28.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsatisfied</title><content type='html'>The Replacements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Then, tell me that I’m satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Are you satisfied? &lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Then, tell me that I’m satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Hey, are you satisfied? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes so slowly on&lt;br /&gt;Everything I’ve ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that I’m satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Were you satisfied? &lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Then, tell me that I’m satisfied&lt;br /&gt;And now are you satisfied? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes&lt;br /&gt;Well, anything goes all of the time&lt;br /&gt;Everything you dream of&lt;br /&gt;Is right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;And everything is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that I’m satisfed&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;I’m so, I’m so unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;I’m so dissatisfied&lt;br /&gt;I’m so, I’m so unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;I’m so unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;Well, i’m-a&lt;br /&gt;Well, i’m-a&lt;br /&gt;I’m so, I’m so unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;I’m so dissatis,dissattis...&lt;br /&gt;I’m so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-2554805157533505597?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2554805157533505597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=2554805157533505597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2554805157533505597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2554805157533505597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2008/01/unsatisfied.html' title='Unsatisfied'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-63737199945441209</id><published>2008-01-16T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:22:24.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Justice (Funniest Thing I Ever Wrote)</title><content type='html'>Question: But seriously - what is social justice to you and how is it to be implemented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: First, we should take everyone's guns away, invite Koffi Annan or the Chinese to run things, liquidate all private bank accounts, and create massively large re-education camps where the only reading material is Pravda clippings from 1978.  Plus, we should write a new national anthem and make psychotropics mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-63737199945441209?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/63737199945441209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=63737199945441209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/63737199945441209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/63737199945441209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2008/01/social-justice-funniest-thing-i-ever.html' title='Social Justice (Funniest Thing I Ever Wrote)'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-4254608628875651511</id><published>2008-01-06T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:08:22.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not?</title><content type='html'>Hope is the bedrock of this nation; the belief that our destiny will not be written for us, but by us; by all those men and women who are not content to settle for the world as it is; who have the courage to remake the world as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-4254608628875651511?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4254608628875651511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=4254608628875651511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/4254608628875651511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/4254608628875651511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-not.html' title='Why Not?'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-6616841148538392625</id><published>2008-01-03T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:24:31.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Wins Iowa Caucuses</title><content type='html'>"There are those that look at things the way they are, and ask, 'Why?' I dream of things that never were, and ask 'Why not?'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert F. Kennedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-6616841148538392625?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6616841148538392625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=6616841148538392625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6616841148538392625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6616841148538392625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2008/01/obama-wins-iowa-caucuses.html' title='Obama Wins Iowa Caucuses'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-3541887070125063978</id><published>2007-12-31T10:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:01:39.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace</title><content type='html'>CHRISTOPHER EDWARD JOSEPH ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY 11, 1967-DECEMBER 31, 2001 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REST IN PEACE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're packing a suitcase for a place none of has been/ &lt;br /&gt;A place that has to be believed to be seen/ &lt;br /&gt;You could have flown away/ &lt;br /&gt;A singing bird in open cage/ &lt;br /&gt;Who will only fly, only fly for freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's U2, from a song called Walk On. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and Death are only temporary, but freedom goes on forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my brother, written on a piece of paper I found with his stuff within the past couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Edward English. I have always liked that name. While most people called him Chris, I called him Christopher or Chris, interchangeably. When I was a little boy, Christopher proved too difficult to say, so I settled on Key-foo. Luckily, that didn't survive too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Edward English. I have known him for all his life, and lived with him for most of it, and I am not sure if I knew him that well at all, except for very recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I can really do is remember some things over the course of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first memory I have of him is in a stroller, on a trip to Florida. He was crying. When I was really young, all I thought he did was cry. I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when the family first thought he had epilepsy in 1968; I remember being really sad as he went up the elevator in the hospital, with gunk in his hair from the EEG test. I didn't know if I would see him again. I remember that our parents used to always get us the same exact toys for Christmas; we were, after all, only two years apart. I remember the two Parkomatic garages we got for our matchbox cars, and the identical toy buses. We did not always get the same toys; one Christmas, we got action figures--one had a beard, and one did not. We called the bearded one Old Action Jackson, and the unbearded one Young Action Jackson. Chris was, of course, Young Action Jackson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time Christopher and I were going to go to Manhattan with our parents. We were very excited and a little scared. So we invented a series of martial arts moves we called the "Techniques," just in case... . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I, like many brothers, had what was often a contentious relationship. In other words, we fought. We did not fight physically too much, though I remember one of us chipping the other's tooth. A friend's first memory of the both of us is me saying, "shut up, Chris," and Christopher replying with a word I cannot repeat directed at me. In later years, we mainly had what I would call friendly debates on issues of the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially at this time of year, I have a lot of memories. I remember the first real Christmas tree we got. Our Mom had passed away the year before, and it looked like we might not celebrate Christmas. He would have none of it. We found a beautiful Douglas fir and put it up on Christmas Eve. In fact, this year, after many years of searching, I found a douglas fir again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now call it Chris' tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was his sense of humor, and unique wit, and no bitterness. It was amazing to see, especially during the course of his illnesses. Three years ago, he had major brain surgery. Less than an hour after the surgery, my grandmother and I visited him in the recovery room. He cracked a couple of jokes; I told him that he was funnier than before, and, not missing a beat, he said: "Tommy, I'm just more polished!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months ago, the night before he fell into his coma, and he had become a little unreactive, he was laying in his bed, with that little urinal thing they give you in the hospital so you don't have to get up to go to the bathroom. I was a little worried, and he told me, "Don't worry, Tommy, it's pointing in the right direction!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, his sense of humor continued when he was the sickest. A week after he had fallen asleep, it looked like he was waking up. We were able to communicate by him clasping my hand after I asked him a Yes or No question. I asked him if he loved Nanny; he clasped my hand, very hard. I asked him if he loved his Uncle Bobby; he clasped my hand again. I felt very good. I asked him if he loved me. No clasp. I asked him if he wanted me to bring him some CDs the next day. Another clasp. You figure it out; I swear I felt him laughing, though I couldn't see it. What has been called a chuckle in the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Edward English. In many ways, I did not know him at all until his last illness. Though we could not talk to each other, I know we communicated. His Will was intense, and his Spirit was resilient. At times, even his doctors were amazed. He was his most inspirational to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He adored his Mom and his Grandmother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him very much, more than I can say, and to say does not even begin to do him justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bible verse that has given me solace. It is at the end of the Gospel of Matthew, after Jesus has told the gathered Apostles what they must do after he leaves them. In this passage, Jesus is talking about Himself, but I have always liked to think it applies to anyone who has left us: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know that I am with you always, until the end of the world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Chris is with me, always, he is free, in a place that has to be believed to be seen, and the Mets are always in the World Series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-3541887070125063978?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3541887070125063978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=3541887070125063978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3541887070125063978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3541887070125063978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/12/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in Peace'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-7924133300428332908</id><published>2007-12-25T09:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:16:33.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Virginia</title><content type='html'>We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Editor—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia O’Hanlon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-7924133300428332908?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7924133300428332908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=7924133300428332908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7924133300428332908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7924133300428332908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes-virginia.html' title='Yes, Virginia'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-3222292791220114216</id><published>2007-12-25T02:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T02:16:27.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In those days</title><content type='html'>a decree went out from Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration and was taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. All went to their own towns to be registered. Joseph also went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the city of David called Bethlehem, because he was descended from the house and family of David. He went to be registered with Mary, to whom he was engaged and who was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for her to deliver her child. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that region there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid; for see—I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people to you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, who is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger." And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Glory to God in the highest heaven,&lt;br /&gt;and on earth peace among those whom he favours!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us." So they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger. When they saw this, they made known what had been told them about this child: and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-3222292791220114216?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3222292791220114216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=3222292791220114216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3222292791220114216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3222292791220114216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-those-days.html' title='In those days'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-2393002781097722786</id><published>2007-12-24T15:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:02:57.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas The Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>or Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement Clarke Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;&lt;br /&gt;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were nestled all snug in their beds,&lt;br /&gt;While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;&lt;br /&gt;And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,&lt;br /&gt;Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Away to the window I flew like a flash,&lt;br /&gt;Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow&lt;br /&gt;Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,&lt;br /&gt;When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,&lt;br /&gt;But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little old driver, so lively and quick,&lt;br /&gt;I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.&lt;br /&gt;More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,&lt;br /&gt;And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!&lt;br /&gt;On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!&lt;br /&gt;To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!&lt;br /&gt;Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,&lt;br /&gt;When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,&lt;br /&gt;With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof&lt;br /&gt;The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.&lt;br /&gt;As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,&lt;br /&gt;Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,&lt;br /&gt;And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,&lt;br /&gt;And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!&lt;br /&gt;His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!&lt;br /&gt;His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,&lt;br /&gt;And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,&lt;br /&gt;And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;&lt;br /&gt;He had a broad face and a little round belly,&lt;br /&gt;That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;&lt;br /&gt;A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,&lt;br /&gt;Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,&lt;br /&gt;And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,&lt;br /&gt;And laying his finger aside of his nose,&lt;br /&gt;And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,&lt;br /&gt;And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.&lt;br /&gt;But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-2393002781097722786?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2393002781097722786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=2393002781097722786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2393002781097722786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2393002781097722786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='&apos;Twas The Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-7094627367121127236</id><published>2007-12-22T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T10:23:43.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Hardly Wait</title><content type='html'>The Replacements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you a letter tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can't hold a pen&lt;br /&gt;Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to blow the address again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights that flash in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;Through a crack in the drapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus rides beside me&lt;br /&gt;He never buys any smokes&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuff&lt;br /&gt;Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you're high and lonesome&lt;br /&gt;Try and try and try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights that flash in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;Through a hole in the drapes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home when I'm sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I can't hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Hardly wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-7094627367121127236?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7094627367121127236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=7094627367121127236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7094627367121127236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7094627367121127236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/12/cant-hardly-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Hardly Wait'/><author><name>Rex 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-6771927636758241244</id><published>2007-12-01T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:38:05.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time (Is Here Again)</title><content type='html'>Christmas Time (Is Here Again)&lt;br /&gt;(Lennon-McCartney-Harrison-Starr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't been round since you know when&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;O-U-T spells "out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't been round since you know when&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;O-U-T spells "out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't been round since you know when (Sucker!)&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This is Paul McCartney here,&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to wish you everything&lt;br /&gt;you wish yourself for Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is John Lennon saying on behalf of the Beatles,&lt;br /&gt;have a very Happy Christmas and a good New Year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(George Harrison speaking&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to take this opportunity to wish you&lt;br /&gt;a very Merry Christmas listeners everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is Ringo Starr and I'd just like to say&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a really&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all listeners)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And Christmas time is all,&lt;br /&gt;and your bonnie clay us through&lt;br /&gt;Happy breastling to you people&lt;br /&gt;all out best from me to you&lt;br /&gt;When the beasty brangom button&lt;br /&gt;to the heather and little inn&lt;br /&gt;And be strattened oot in matether&lt;br /&gt;to yer arms once back again&lt;br /&gt;Och away, ye bonnie.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-6771927636758241244?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6771927636758241244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=6771927636758241244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6771927636758241244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6771927636758241244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-time-is-here-again.html' title='Christmas Time (Is Here Again)'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-5764270192449753594</id><published>2007-11-17T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:27:37.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irene Jean Modini</title><content type='html'>December 16, 1915-November 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-5764270192449753594?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5764270192449753594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=5764270192449753594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/5764270192449753594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/5764270192449753594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/11/irene-jean-modini.html' title='Irene Jean Modini'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-8861989561534449009</id><published>2007-11-11T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:26:04.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans' Day</title><content type='html'>Dulce Et Decorum Est&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,&lt;br /&gt;Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,&lt;br /&gt;Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs&lt;br /&gt;And towards our distant rest began to trudge.&lt;br /&gt;Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots&lt;br /&gt;But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots&lt;br /&gt;Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!-An ecstasy of fumbling,&lt;br /&gt;Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;&lt;br /&gt;But someone still was yelling out and stumbling&lt;br /&gt;And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...&lt;br /&gt;Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,&lt;br /&gt;As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,&lt;br /&gt;He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in some smothering dreams you too could pace&lt;br /&gt;Behind the wagon that we flung him in,&lt;br /&gt;And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,&lt;br /&gt;His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;&lt;br /&gt;If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood&lt;br /&gt;Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,&lt;br /&gt;Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud&lt;br /&gt;Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-&lt;br /&gt;My friend, you would not tell with such high zest&lt;br /&gt;To children ardent for some desperate glory,&lt;br /&gt;The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est&lt;br /&gt;Pro patria mori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-8861989561534449009?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/8861989561534449009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=8861989561534449009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/8861989561534449009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/8861989561534449009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans&apos; Day'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-6956528212577189176</id><published>2007-10-29T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:26:15.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, Red Sox Nation!</title><content type='html'>It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Bartlett Giamatti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-6956528212577189176?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6956528212577189176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=6956528212577189176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6956528212577189176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6956528212577189176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/10/congratulations-red-sox-nation.html' title='Congratulations, Red Sox Nation!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-6543291036460434116</id><published>2007-09-13T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:01:17.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVE IRAQ NOW, MR. PRESIDENT!!!</title><content type='html'>Souls of the Departed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the road to Basra stood young Lieutenant Jimmy Bly&lt;br /&gt;Detailed to go through the clothes of the soldiers who died&lt;br /&gt;At night in dreams he sees their souls rise&lt;br /&gt;Like dark geese into the Oklahoma skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a prayer for the souls of the departed&lt;br /&gt;Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;This is a prayer for the souls of the departed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Raphael Rodriguez was just seven years old&lt;br /&gt;Shot down in a schoolyard by some East Compton Cholos&lt;br /&gt;His mamma cried "My beautiful boy is dead"&lt;br /&gt;In the hills the self-made men just sighed and shook their heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a prayer for the souls of the departed&lt;br /&gt;Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;Young lives over before they got started&lt;br /&gt;This is a prayer for the souls of the departed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I tuck my own son in bed&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of is what if it would've been him instead&lt;br /&gt;I want to build me a wall so high nothing can burn it down&lt;br /&gt;Right here on my own piece of dirty ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ply my trade in the land of king dollar&lt;br /&gt;Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor&lt;br /&gt;And all the hatred and dirty little lies&lt;br /&gt;Been written off the books and into decent men's eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-6543291036460434116?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6543291036460434116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=6543291036460434116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6543291036460434116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6543291036460434116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/09/leave-iraq-now-mr-president.html' title='LEAVE IRAQ NOW, MR. PRESIDENT!!!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-1998963401792543615</id><published>2007-09-11T00:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:02:46.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rising</title><content type='html'>Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see nothin' in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Can't see nothin' coming up behind&lt;br /&gt;I make my way through this darkness&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me&lt;br /&gt;Lost track of how far I've gone&lt;br /&gt;How far I've gone, how high I've climbed&lt;br /&gt;On my back's a sixty pound stone&lt;br /&gt;On my shoulder a half mile line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Com on up, lay your hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house this morning&lt;br /&gt;Bells ringing filled the air&lt;br /&gt;Wearin' the cross of my calling&lt;br /&gt;On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Come on up, lay your hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits above and behind me&lt;br /&gt;Faces gone, black eyes burnin' bright&lt;br /&gt;May their precious blood forever bind me&lt;br /&gt;Lord as I stand before your fiery light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you Mary in the garden&lt;br /&gt;In the garden of a thousand sighs&lt;br /&gt;There's holy pictures of our children&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' in a sky filled with light&lt;br /&gt;May I feel your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;May I feel your blood mix with mine&lt;br /&gt;A dream of life comes to me&lt;br /&gt;Like a catfish dancin' on the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky of blackness and sorrow ( a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Sky of glory and sadness ( a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Sky of mercy, sky of fear ( a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Sky of memory and shadow ( a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life ( a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Come on up, lay your hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-1998963401792543615?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1998963401792543615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=1998963401792543615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/1998963401792543615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/1998963401792543615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/09/rising.html' title='The Rising'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-7680790346599505760</id><published>2007-08-08T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:07:30.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it morning?  I think I hear whiskey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-7680790346599505760?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7680790346599505760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=7680790346599505760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7680790346599505760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7680790346599505760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-it-morning-i-think-i-hear-whiskey.html' title='Is it morning?  I think I hear whiskey!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-1705744339044283747</id><published>2007-07-20T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:06:53.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Changed Not Taken Away</title><content type='html'>They only hit until you cry&lt;br /&gt;After that you don't ask why...&lt;br /&gt;The little loss (of this morning)&lt;br /&gt;Is subsumed by the greater loss (of yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;Always looking for her; A pale imitation of Her.&lt;br /&gt;It's a jagged and deep cut that you had forgotten&lt;br /&gt;But when you are there&lt;br /&gt;It's 6:00 on that day.&lt;br /&gt;"She's on her way out..." the nurse said&lt;br /&gt;The milk helped a little and the sun shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written at St. Raymond's Cemetery&lt;br /&gt;July 20, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-1705744339044283747?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1705744339044283747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=1705744339044283747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/1705744339044283747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/1705744339044283747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-changed-not-taken-away.html' title='Life Is Changed Not Taken Away'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-3136583041342261048</id><published>2007-07-19T15:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T15:54:45.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diane Marie English</title><content type='html'>Rest in Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 4, 1941-July 20, 1987&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-3136583041342261048?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3136583041342261048/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-4338840206475504244</id><published>2007-07-12T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:43:57.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heinrich Maneuver</title><content type='html'>Interpol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are things on the west coast?&lt;br /&gt;I hear you're moving real fine&lt;br /&gt;You wear those shoes like a dove&lt;br /&gt;Now strut those shoes we go roaming in the night&lt;br /&gt;Well how are things on the west coast?&lt;br /&gt;You keep it moving to your soul's delight&lt;br /&gt;Now I've tried the brakes&lt;br /&gt;I tried but you know it's a lonely ride&lt;br /&gt;How are things the west coast?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'd move heaven behind those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my heart swings&lt;br /&gt;Yeah today my heart swings&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to take your heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a piece of history&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to read your thoughts anymore&lt;br /&gt;My god&lt;br /&gt;'Cause today my heart swings&lt;br /&gt;Yeah today my heart swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are things on the west coast?&lt;br /&gt;Hear you're moving real fine tonight&lt;br /&gt;You wear those shoes side to side&lt;br /&gt;Ah, strut those shoes&lt;br /&gt;We'll go roaming in the night&lt;br /&gt;Well how are things on the west coast?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but you're an actress&lt;br /&gt;I don't identify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my heart swings&lt;br /&gt;Yeah today my heart swings &lt;br /&gt;Say it&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to play the part&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a taste of victory&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to read your thoughts anymore,&lt;br /&gt;My God&lt;br /&gt;'Cause today my heart swings&lt;br /&gt;Yeah today my heart swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it &lt;br /&gt;'Cause today my heart swings &lt;br /&gt;Yeah today my heart swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it come &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a chance for a sweet sane life&lt;br /&gt;I said I've got a dance and you'll do just fine&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got a plan with forward in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let it come. &lt;br /&gt;Well I've got a chance for a sweet sane life&lt;br /&gt;said I've got a dance&lt;br /&gt;it moves into the night&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got a plan with forward in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today my heart swings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-4338840206475504244?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4338840206475504244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=4338840206475504244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/4338840206475504244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/4338840206475504244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/07/heinrich-maneuver.html' title='Heinrich Maneuver'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-6721910960675629943</id><published>2007-07-04T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:33:40.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resign!</title><content type='html'>Olbermann last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally tonight, as promised, a Special Comment on what is, in everything but name, George Bush’s pardon of Scooter Libby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t vote for him,” an American once said, “But he’s my president, and I hope he does a good job.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That — on this eve of the 4th of July — is the essence of this democracy, in seventeen words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what President Bush threw away yesterday in commuting the sentence of Lewis “Scooter” Libby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who said those seventeen words — improbably enough — was the actor John Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wayne, an ultra-conservative, said them, when he learned of the hair’s-breadth election of John F. Kennedy instead of his personal favorite, Richard Nixon in 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t vote for him but he’s my president, and I hope he does a good job.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentiment was doubtlessly expressed earlier. But there is something especially appropriate about hearing it, now, in Wayne’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crisp matter-of-fact acknowledgement that we have survived, even though for nearly two centuries now, our Commander-in-Chief has also served, simultaneously, as the head of one political party and often the scourge of all others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as citizens must, at some point, ignore a president’s partisanship. Not that we may “prosper” as a nation, not that we may “achieve”, not that we may “lead the world” — but merely that we may “function.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as essential to the seventeen words of John Wayne is an implicit trust — a sacred trust:That the president for whom so many did not vote, can in turn suspend his political self long enough, and for matters imperative enough, to conduct himself solely for the benefit of the entire Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our generation’s willingness to state “we didn’t vote for him, but he’s our president, and we hope he does a good job,” was tested in the crucible of history, and far earlier than most. And in circumstances more tragic and threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we did that with which history tasked us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enveloped “our” President in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who did not believe he should have been elected — indeed, those who did not believe he had been elected — willingly lowered their voices and assented to the sacred oath of non-partisanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And George W. Bush took our assent, and re-configured it, and honed it, and sharpened it to a razor-sharp point, and stabbed this nation in the back with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were there any remaining lingering doubt otherwise, or any remaining lingering hope, it ended yesterday when Mr. Bush commuted the prison sentence of one of his own staffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did so even before the appeals process was complete…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did so without as much as a courtesy consultation with the Department of Justice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did so despite what James Madison –at the Constitutional Convention — said about impeaching any president who pardoned or sheltered those who had committed crimes “advised by” that president…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did so without the slightest concern that even the most detached of citizens must look at the chain of events and wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what degree was Mr. Libby told: break the law however you wish — the President will keep you out of prison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, Mr. Bush, you broke that fundamental compact between yourself and the majority of this nation’s citizens — the ones who did not cast votes for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, Mr. Bush, you ceased to be the President of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, Mr. Bush, you became merely the President… of a rabid and irresponsible corner of the Republican Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is too important a time, sir, to have a Commander-in-Chief who puts party over nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been, of course, the gathering legacy of this Administration. Few of its decisions have escaped the stain of politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extraordinary Karl Rove has spoken of “a permanent Republican majority,” as if such a thing — or a permanent Democratic majority — is not antithetical to that upon which rests: our country, our history, our revolution, our freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet our democracy has survived shrewder men than Karl Rove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has survived the frequent stain of politics upon the fabric of government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this administration, with ever-increasing insistence and almost theocratic zealotry, has turned that stain… into a massive oil spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The protection of the environment is turned over to those of one political party, who will financially benefit from the rape of the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The protections of the Constitution are turned over to those of one political party, who believe those protections unnecessary and extravagant and “quaint.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enforcement of the laws is turned over to those of one political party, who will swear beforehand that they will not enforce those laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice between war and peace is turned over to those of one political party, who stand to gain vast wealth by ensuring that there is never peace, but only war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, when just one cooked book gets corrected by an honest auditor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When just one trampling of the inherent and inviolable “fairness” of government is rejected by an impartial judge…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When just one wild-eyed partisan is stopped by the figure of blind justice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This President decides that he, and not the law, must prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accuse you, Mr. Bush, of lying this country into war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accuse you of fabricating in the minds of your own people, a false implied link between Saddam Hussein and 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accuse you of firing the generals who told you that the plans for Iraq were disastrously insufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accuse you of causing in Iraq the needless deaths of 3,586 of our brothers and sons, and sisters and daughters, and friends and neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accuse you of subverting the Constitution, not in some misguided but sincerely-motivated struggle to combat terrorists, but instead to stifle dissent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accuse you of fomenting fear among your own people, of creating the very terror you claim to have fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accuse you of exploiting that unreasoning fear, the natural fear of your own people who just want to live their lives in peace, as a political tool to slander your critics and libel your opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accuse you of handing part of this republic over to a Vice President who is without conscience, and letting him run roughshod over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I accuse you now, Mr. Bush, of giving, through that Vice President, carte blanche to Mr. Libby, to help defame Ambassador Joseph Wilson by any means necessary, to lie to Grand Juries and Special Counsel and before a court, in order to protect the mechanisms and particulars of that defamation, with your guarantee that Libby would never see prison, and, in so doing, as Ambassador Wilson himself phrased it here last night, of you becoming an accessory to the obstruction of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When President Nixon ordered the firing of the Watergate special prosecutor Archibald Cox during the infamous “Saturday Night Massacre” on October 20th, 1973, Mr. Cox initially responded tersely, and ominously:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whether ours shall be a government of laws and not of men, is now for Congress, and ultimately, the American people.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Nixon did not understand how he had crystallized the issue of Watergate for the American people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been about the obscure meaning behind an attempt to break in to a rival party’s headquarters; and the labyrinthine effort to cover-up that break-in and the related crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in one night, Nixon transformed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watergate — instantaneously — became a simpler issue: a President overruling the inexorable march of the law. Of insisting — in a way that resonated viscerally with millions who had not previously understood — that he was the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just - Mr. Bush - as you did, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twists and turns of Plame-Gate, your precise and intricate lies that sent us into this bottomless pit of Iraq; your lies upon the lies to discredit Joe Wilson; your lies upon the lies upon the lies to throw the sand at the “referee” of Prosecutor Fitzgerald’s analogy… these are complex and often painful to follow, and too much, perhaps, for the average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when other citizens render a verdict against your man, Mr. Bush — and then you spit in the faces of those jurors and that judge and the judges who were yet to hear the appeal — the average citizen understands that, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the fixed ballgame and the rigged casino and the pre-arranged lottery all rolled into one — and it stinks. And they know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon’s mistake, the last and most fatal of them, the firing of Archibald Cox, was enough to cost him the presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, even Richard Nixon could say he could not put this nation through an impeachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was far too late for it to matter then, but as the decades unfold, that single final gesture of non-partisanship, of acknowledged responsibility not to self, not to party, not to “base,” but to country, echoes loudly into history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Richard Nixon knew it was time to resign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would that you could say that, Mr. Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that you could say it for Mr. Cheney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both crossed the Rubicon yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of you chose the route, no longer matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the ventriloquist, and which the dummy, is irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that you have twisted the machinery of government into nothing more than a tawdry machine of politics, is the only fact that remains relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nearly July 4th, Mr. Bush, the commemoration of the moment we Americans decided that rather than live under a King who made up the laws, or erased them, or ignored them — or commuted the sentences of those rightly convicted under them — we would force our independence, and regain our sacred freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We of this time — and our leaders in Congress, of both parties — must now live up to those standards which echo through our history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressure, negotiate, impeach — get you, Mr. Bush, and Mr. Cheney, two men who are now perilous to our Democracy, away from its helm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you, Mr. Bush, and for Mr. Cheney, there is a lesser task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need merely achieve a very low threshold indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Display just that iota of patriotism which Richard Nixon showed, on August 9th, 1974.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And give us someone — anyone – about whom all of us might yet be able to quote John Wayne, and say, “I didn’t vote for him, but he’s my president, and I hope he does a good job.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, and good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/2007/07/03/keith-olbermanns-special-comment-you-ceased-to-be-the-president-of-the-united-states/"&gt;See the video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-6721910960675629943?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6721910960675629943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=6721910960675629943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6721910960675629943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6721910960675629943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/07/resign.html' title='Resign!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-3055601309083633107</id><published>2007-07-02T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:16:06.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitz on the Disgrace</title><content type='html'>We fully recognize that the Constitution provides that commutation decisions are a matter of presidential prerogative and we do not comment on the exercise of that prerogative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We comment only on the statement in which the President termed the sentence imposed by the judge as “excessive.” The sentence in this case was imposed pursuant to the laws governing sentencings which occur every day throughout this country. In this case, an experienced federal judge considered extensive argument from the parties and then imposed a sentence consistent with the applicable laws. It is fundamental to the rule of law that all citizens stand before the bar of justice as equals. That principle guided the judge during both the trial and the sentencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the President’s decision eliminates Mr. Libby’s sentence of imprisonment, Mr. Libby remains convicted by a jury of serious felonies, and we will continue to seek to preserve those convictions through the appeals process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-3055601309083633107?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3055601309083633107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=3055601309083633107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3055601309083633107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3055601309083633107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/07/fitz-on-disgrace.html' title='Fitz on the Disgrace'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-2832934878440536551</id><published>2007-06-20T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:26:13.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel Rebel</title><content type='html'>Bowie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo (3 times)&lt;br /&gt;You've got your mother in a whirl&lt;br /&gt;She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl&lt;br /&gt;Hey babe, your hair's alright&lt;br /&gt;Hey babe, let's go out tonight&lt;br /&gt;You like me, and I like it all&lt;br /&gt;We like dancing and we look divine&lt;br /&gt;You love bands when they're playing hard&lt;br /&gt;You want more and you want it fast&lt;br /&gt;They put you down, they say I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;You tacky thing, you put them on&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress&lt;br /&gt;Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess&lt;br /&gt;Rebel Rebel, how could they know?&lt;br /&gt;Hot tramp, I love you so!&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya?&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you're a boy or a girl&lt;br /&gt;Hey babe, your hair's alright&lt;br /&gt;Hey babe, let's stay out tonight&lt;br /&gt;You like me, and I like it all&lt;br /&gt;We like dancing and we look divine&lt;br /&gt;You love bands when they're playing hard&lt;br /&gt;You want more and you want it fast&lt;br /&gt;They put you down, they say I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;You tacky thing, you put them on&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya?&lt;br /&gt;Oh?&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo (2 times)&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;You've torn your dress, your face is a mess&lt;br /&gt;You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test&lt;br /&gt;You've got your transmission and your live wire&lt;br /&gt;You got your cue line and a handful of ludes&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be there when they count up the dudes&lt;br /&gt;And I love your dress&lt;br /&gt;You're a juvenile success&lt;br /&gt;Because your face is a mess&lt;br /&gt;So how could they know?&lt;br /&gt;I said, how could they know?&lt;br /&gt;So what you wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you wanna go?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you've torn your dress&lt;br /&gt;And your face is a mess&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, your face is a mess&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, eh, how could they know?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-2832934878440536551?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2832934878440536551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=2832934878440536551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2832934878440536551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2832934878440536551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/06/rebel-rebel.html' title='Rebel Rebel'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-5543054732650546355</id><published>2007-06-17T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:36:20.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging From Union Square Park, New York</title><content type='html'>The best public-works-type thing that's happened in the past two years in NYC--public Wi-Fi!!  Thank you Mike Bloomberg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful Sunday in New York, people out and about, and a light breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like Mike Bloomberg, except for the fact that he's kinda semi-fascist when it comes to free speech and Republican National Conventions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-5543054732650546355?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5543054732650546355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=5543054732650546355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/5543054732650546355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/5543054732650546355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogging-from-union-square-park-new.html' title='Blogging From Union Square Park, New York'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-6226339516526769326</id><published>2007-06-16T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:56:03.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Inherit The Earth</title><content type='html'>The Replacements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shocking how nothing shocks anymore,"&lt;br /&gt;The message read as it washed ashore&lt;br /&gt;Skies turn black as my eyes look down&lt;br /&gt;Written on the back are these words i've found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we'll inherit the earth but we don't want it&lt;br /&gt;It's been ours since birth, what'cha doin' on it?&lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but we don't want it&lt;br /&gt;Layin' claim at birth, what'cha doin' on it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterfalls of grain flow through our hands&lt;br /&gt;We're too weak to stand and too weak to stray&lt;br /&gt;Big trees sway and the air is still&lt;br /&gt;Lovers climb at the top of a hill and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we'll inherit the earth but we don't want it&lt;br /&gt;It's been ours since birth, what'cha doin' on it?&lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but we don't want it&lt;br /&gt;Laid our claim at birth, what'cha doin' on it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch the world from the padded cell&lt;br /&gt;And our eyes scream what our lips must quell&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{i've been told that the light shines darkness}&lt;br /&gt;{...it ain't quite the same}&lt;br /&gt;{the dark gales} {if i was off the wall then it's you i bring}&lt;br /&gt;{remains} {they're all frustration whales}&lt;br /&gt;Last bundle of twigs grew strong and young&lt;br /&gt;We can't hold our tongues at the top of our lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but don't tell anybody&lt;br /&gt;It's been ours since birth, and it's ours already&lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but don't tell anybody&lt;br /&gt;It's been ours since birth, and it's ours already&lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but don't tell anybody&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell a soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{mumble}&lt;br /&gt;I got my hands in my pockets and i'm waiting for the day to come&lt;br /&gt;(inherit the earth&lt;br /&gt;Inherit the earth...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-6226339516526769326?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6226339516526769326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=6226339516526769326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6226339516526769326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6226339516526769326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-inherit-earth.html' title='We&apos;ll Inherit The Earth'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-6143935825605385867</id><published>2007-06-11T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T15:45:44.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Stop Believing</title><content type='html'>For a split second, I thought my cable had gone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you could easily imagine Tony's family (except Meadow) being whacked, you have to wonder how that would happen. Sure, there's that guy going into the bathroom (to get a gun??) like Godfather II, but then Phil's gone and who would have ordered it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But--what I think Chase is doing is saying you don't really need to see punishment on the screen for you to realize Tony was evil; he's evil whether or not he pays for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found myself as a viewer wanting him to pay for it, and since I didn't see it happen, it makes me feel complicit for rooting for him all these years. In other words, if I had seen him paying for his misdeeds, I'd feel less guilty for sympathizing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just because he might not pay for his life here, doesn't mean he won't--remember Paulie's vision of the Virgin at the Bing??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-6143935825605385867?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6143935825605385867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=6143935825605385867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6143935825605385867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6143935825605385867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-stop-believing.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop Believing'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-4284620742814781612</id><published>2007-06-08T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T17:15:09.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2007/06/08/msnbc-cuts-away-from-pent_n_51315.html"&gt;What a country we live in&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-4284620742814781612?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/4284620742814781612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=4284620742814781612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/4284620742814781612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/4284620742814781612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/06/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-1875178521667541688</id><published>2007-06-05T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:37:32.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert F. Kennedy, R.I.P. (1925-1968)</title><content type='html'>"There are those that look at things the way they are, and ask, 'Why?' I dream of things that never were, and ask 'Why not?'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-1875178521667541688?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1875178521667541688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=1875178521667541688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/1875178521667541688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/1875178521667541688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/06/robert-f-kennedy-rip-1925-1968.html' title='Robert F. Kennedy, R.I.P. (1925-1968)'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-113738548359567400</id><published>2007-06-02T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:18:02.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Albums Straight Through</title><content type='html'>Yup, what with iTunes and MP3s, albums are probably almost dead.  Why listen to filler when you can make your own album of the best??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yup, it's the 40th anniversary of Sgt. Pepper, which has got me to reassess the album.  Thinking I was cool, and "individual," I have mainly always said my favorite Beatles albums were/are Revolver and Rubber Soul.  They still are.  But as I was thinking a bit more, even though I like Revolver more than Rubber Soul (by a hair), I find myself listening to Rubber Soul straight through a lot more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost always listen to Pepper all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a question for you--which albums do you (almost always) listen to all the way through??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sgt. Pepper  (The Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  A Hard Day's Night  (The Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Rubber Soul  (The Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The White Album (The Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Born to Run (Bruce Springsteen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Nebraska  (Bruce Springsteen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The Rising (Bruce Springsteen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  London Calling (The Clash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Murmur (R.E.M.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Lifes Rich Pageant (R.E.M.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Raising Hell (Run-D.M.C.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Beauty And The Beat (The Go-Go's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Girlfriend (Matthew Sweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Tim (The Replacements)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-113738548359567400?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/113738548359567400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=113738548359567400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/113738548359567400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/113738548359567400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/06/albums-straight-through.html' title='Albums Straight Through'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-7087705708442870489</id><published>2007-06-02T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:46:35.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Sgt. Pepper!!</title><content type='html'>Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was twenty years ago today &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play &lt;br /&gt;They've been going in and out of style &lt;br /&gt;But they're guaranteed to raise a smile &lt;br /&gt;So may I introduce to you &lt;br /&gt;the act you've know for all these years &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band &lt;br /&gt;We hope you will enjoy the show &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band &lt;br /&gt;Sit back and let the evening go &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band &lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful to be here &lt;br /&gt;It's certainly a thrill &lt;br /&gt;You're such a lovely audience &lt;br /&gt;We'd like to take you home with us &lt;br /&gt;We'd love to take you home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to stop the show &lt;br /&gt;But I thought you might like to know &lt;br /&gt;that the singers going to sing a some &lt;br /&gt;And he wants you all the sing along &lt;br /&gt;So may I introduce to you &lt;br /&gt;The one and only Billy Shears &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With A Little Help from My Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you think if I sang out of tune &lt;br /&gt;Would you stand up and walk out on me &lt;br /&gt;Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song &lt;br /&gt;And I'll try not o sing out of key &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when my love is away &lt;br /&gt;Does it worry you to be alone? &lt;br /&gt;How do I feel by the end of the day &lt;br /&gt;Are you sad because you're on your own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I get by with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need anybody &lt;br /&gt;I need somebody to love &lt;br /&gt;Could it be anybody &lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe in a love at first sight &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time &lt;br /&gt;What do you see when you turn out the light &lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you but I know it's mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need anybody &lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to love &lt;br /&gt;Could it be anybody &lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;Yes I get by with a little help from my friends &lt;br /&gt;With a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture yourself on a boat on a river &lt;br /&gt;With tangerine trees and marmalade skies &lt;br /&gt;Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly &lt;br /&gt;A girl with kaleidoscope eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellophane flowers of yellow and green &lt;br /&gt;Towering over your head &lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes &lt;br /&gt;and she's gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds &lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds &lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain &lt;br /&gt;Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies &lt;br /&gt;Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers &lt;br /&gt;that grow so incredibly high &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper taxies appear on the shores &lt;br /&gt;Waiting to take you away &lt;br /&gt;Climb in the back with your head in the clouds &lt;br /&gt;and you're gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds &lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds &lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture yourself in a train in a station &lt;br /&gt;With plasticine porters with looking glass ties &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile &lt;br /&gt;The girl with kaleidoscope eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds &lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds &lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah &lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds &lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds &lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time &lt;br /&gt;I used to get mad at my school &lt;br /&gt;The teachers that taught me weren't cool &lt;br /&gt;You're holding me down &lt;br /&gt;Burning me round &lt;br /&gt;filling me up with the rules &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit it's getting better &lt;br /&gt;a little better all the time &lt;br /&gt;I have to admit it's getting better &lt;br /&gt;it's getting better since you've been mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me used to be angry young man &lt;br /&gt;Me hiding me head in the sand &lt;br /&gt;You gave m the word &lt;br /&gt;I finally heard &lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the best that I can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit it's getting better &lt;br /&gt;a little better all the time &lt;br /&gt;I have to admit it's getting better &lt;br /&gt;it's getting better since you've been mine &lt;br /&gt;getting so much better all the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time &lt;br /&gt;better, better, better &lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time &lt;br /&gt;better, better, better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be cruel to my woman I beat her &lt;br /&gt;and kept her apart from the things that she loved &lt;br /&gt;Man, I was mean but I'm changing my scene&lt;br /&gt;and I'm doing the best that I can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit it's getting better &lt;br /&gt;a little better all the time &lt;br /&gt;Yes, admit it's getting better &lt;br /&gt;it's getting better since you've been mine &lt;br /&gt;getting so much better all the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time &lt;br /&gt;better, better, better &lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time &lt;br /&gt;better, better, better &lt;br /&gt;Getting so much better all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixing A Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in &lt;br /&gt;and stops my mind from wandering &lt;br /&gt;where it will go &lt;br /&gt;I'm filling the cracks that ran though the door &lt;br /&gt;and kept my mind from wandering &lt;br /&gt;where it will go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong &lt;br /&gt;I'm right where I belong &lt;br /&gt;I'm right where I belong &lt;br /&gt;See the people standing there &lt;br /&gt;who disagree and never win &lt;br /&gt;and wonder why they don't get in my door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm painting my room in a colorful way, &lt;br /&gt;and when my mind is wandering &lt;br /&gt;there I will go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong &lt;br /&gt;I'm right where I belong &lt;br /&gt;I'm right where I belong &lt;br /&gt;Silly people run around &lt;br /&gt;they worry me and never ask me &lt;br /&gt;why they don't get past my door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking my time for a number of things &lt;br /&gt;that weren't important yesterday &lt;br /&gt;and I still go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in &lt;br /&gt;and stops my mind from wandering &lt;br /&gt;where it will go &lt;br /&gt;where it will go &lt;br /&gt;I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in &lt;br /&gt;and stops my mind from wandering &lt;br /&gt;where it will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's Leaving Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning at five o'clock &lt;br /&gt;as the day begins &lt;br /&gt;Silently closing her bedroom door &lt;br /&gt;Leaving the note that she hoped would say more &lt;br /&gt;She goes downstairs to the kitchen &lt;br /&gt;clutching her handkerchief &lt;br /&gt;Quietly turning the back door key &lt;br /&gt;Stepping outside she is free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She (we gave her most of our lives) &lt;br /&gt;is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives) &lt;br /&gt;home (we gave her everything money could buy) &lt;br /&gt;She's leaving home after living alone for &lt;br /&gt;so many years (bye bye) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown &lt;br /&gt;Picks up the letter that's lying there &lt;br /&gt;Standing alone at the top of the stairs &lt;br /&gt;She breaks down and cries to her husband &lt;br /&gt;Daddy our baby's gone &lt;br /&gt;Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly &lt;br /&gt;How could she do this to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She (We never thought of ourselves) &lt;br /&gt;is leaving (never a thought for ourselves) &lt;br /&gt;home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by) &lt;br /&gt;She's leaving home after living alone for &lt;br /&gt;so many years (bye bye) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away &lt;br /&gt;Waiting to keep the appointment she made &lt;br /&gt;Meeting a man from the motor trade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She (what did we do that was wrong) &lt;br /&gt;is having (we didn't know it was wrong) &lt;br /&gt;fun (fun is the one thing that money can't buy) &lt;br /&gt;Something inside that was always denied for &lt;br /&gt;so many years (bye bye) &lt;br /&gt;She's leaving home (bye bye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being For The Benefit of Mr. Kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefit of Mr. Kite &lt;br /&gt;there will be a show tonight on trampoline &lt;br /&gt;The Hendersons will all be there &lt;br /&gt;late of Pablo Fanques'fair, what a scene &lt;br /&gt;Over men and horses hoops and garters &lt;br /&gt;and lastly through a hogshead of real fire &lt;br /&gt;In this way Mr. K will challenge the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebrated Mr. K &lt;br /&gt;performs his feats on Saturday at Bishopsgate &lt;br /&gt;The Hendersons will dance and sing &lt;br /&gt;as Mr. Kite flies through the ring, don't be late &lt;br /&gt;Messers K. and H. assure the public &lt;br /&gt;their production will be second to none &lt;br /&gt;And of course Henry the Horse dances the waltz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band begins at ten to six &lt;br /&gt;when Mr. K performs his tricks without a sound &lt;br /&gt;And Mr. H will demonstrate &lt;br /&gt;ten somersets he'll undertake on solid ground &lt;br /&gt;Having been some days in preparation &lt;br /&gt;a splendid time is guaranteed for all &lt;br /&gt;And tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within You Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking &lt;br /&gt;about the space between us all &lt;br /&gt;and people who hide themselves &lt;br /&gt;behind a wall of illusion &lt;br /&gt;never glimpse the truth &lt;br /&gt;then it's far too late &lt;br /&gt;when they pass away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking &lt;br /&gt;about the love we all could share &lt;br /&gt;When we find it &lt;br /&gt;to try our best to hold it there &lt;br /&gt;with our love, with our love &lt;br /&gt;we could save the world &lt;br /&gt;if they only knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to realize it's all within yourself &lt;br /&gt;no one else can make you change &lt;br /&gt;And to see you're really only very small &lt;br /&gt;and life flows on within you and without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking &lt;br /&gt;about the love that's gone so cold &lt;br /&gt;and the people who gain the world &lt;br /&gt;and lose their soul &lt;br /&gt;They don't know, they can't see &lt;br /&gt;Are you one of them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've seen beyond yourself &lt;br /&gt;then you may find &lt;br /&gt;peace of mind is waiting there &lt;br /&gt;And the time will come &lt;br /&gt;when you see we're all one &lt;br /&gt;and life flows on within you and without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm Sixty-Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older losing my hair &lt;br /&gt;many years from now &lt;br /&gt;will you still be sending me a valentine &lt;br /&gt;birthday greeting, bottle of wine &lt;br /&gt;If I'd been out till quarter to three &lt;br /&gt;would you lock the door &lt;br /&gt;Will you still need me &lt;br /&gt;Will you still feed me &lt;br /&gt;When I'm sixty-four &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be older too &lt;br /&gt;And if you say the word &lt;br /&gt;I could stay with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be handy mending a fuse &lt;br /&gt;when your light have gone &lt;br /&gt;You can knit a sweater by the fireside &lt;br /&gt;Sunday mornings, go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;Doing the garden, digging the weeds &lt;br /&gt;Who could ask for more &lt;br /&gt;Will you still need me &lt;br /&gt;Will you still feed me &lt;br /&gt;When I'm sixty-four &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every summer we can rent a cottage on the &lt;br /&gt;Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear &lt;br /&gt;We shall scrimp and save &lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren on your knee &lt;br /&gt;Vera, Chuck, and Dave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me a postcard, drop me a line &lt;br /&gt;stating point of view &lt;br /&gt;indicate precisely what you mean to say &lt;br /&gt;yours sincerely wasting away &lt;br /&gt;Give me your answer fill in a form &lt;br /&gt;mine forever more &lt;br /&gt;Will you still need me &lt;br /&gt;Will you still feed me &lt;br /&gt;When I'm sixty-four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Rita meter maid &lt;br /&gt;nothing can come between us &lt;br /&gt;When it gets dark I tow your heart away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by a parking meter &lt;br /&gt;when I caught a glimpse of Rita &lt;br /&gt;Filling in a ticket in her little white book &lt;br /&gt;In a cap she looked much older &lt;br /&gt;And the bag across her shoulder &lt;br /&gt;Made her look a little like a military man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Rita meter maid &lt;br /&gt;may I inquire discreetly &lt;br /&gt;When are you free to take some tea with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took her out and tried to win her &lt;br /&gt;had a laugh and over dinner &lt;br /&gt;Told her I would really like to see her again &lt;br /&gt;Got the bill and Rita paid it &lt;br /&gt;Took her home and nearly made it &lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a sofa with a sister or two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Rita meter maid &lt;br /&gt;where would I be without you &lt;br /&gt;give us a wink and make me think of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely meter maid &lt;br /&gt;Rita meter maid &lt;br /&gt;oh, Lovely Rita meter, meter maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning Good Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning good morning &lt;br /&gt;good morning good morning &lt;br /&gt;good morning, a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do to save his life &lt;br /&gt;call his wife in &lt;br /&gt;Nothing say but what a day &lt;br /&gt;how's your boy been &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do, it's up to you &lt;br /&gt;I've got noting to say but it's O.K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning good morning &lt;br /&gt;good morning a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to work don't want to go &lt;br /&gt;feeling low down &lt;br /&gt;Heading for home you start to roam &lt;br /&gt;then you're in town &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows there's nothing doing &lt;br /&gt;Everything is closed, it's like a ruin &lt;br /&gt;Everyone you see is half asleep &lt;br /&gt;And you're on your own, you're in the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while you start to smile &lt;br /&gt;now you feel cool &lt;br /&gt;Then you decide to take a walk by the old school &lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed it's still the same &lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to say but it's O.K. &lt;br /&gt;Good morning good morning &lt;br /&gt;good morning a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People running 'round it's five o'clock &lt;br /&gt;Everywhere in town it's getting dark &lt;br /&gt;Everyone you see is full of life &lt;br /&gt;It's time for tea and meet the wife &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs to know the time &lt;br /&gt;glad that I'm here &lt;br /&gt;Watching the skirts you start to flirt &lt;br /&gt;no you're in gear &lt;br /&gt;Go to a show you hope she goes &lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to say but it's O.K. &lt;br /&gt;Good morning good morning &lt;br /&gt;good morning good morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (Reprise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band &lt;br /&gt;we hope you have enjoyed the show &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band &lt;br /&gt;We're sorry but it's time to go &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band &lt;br /&gt;We'd like to thank you once again &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's one and only Lonely Heart's Club Band &lt;br /&gt;It's getting very near the end &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely &lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Day In The Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the news today oh, boy &lt;br /&gt;About a lucky man who made the grade &lt;br /&gt;And though the news was rather sad &lt;br /&gt;Well, I just had to laugh &lt;br /&gt;I saw the photograph &lt;br /&gt;He blew his mind out in a car &lt;br /&gt;He didn't notice that the lights had changed&lt;br /&gt;A crowd of people stood and stared &lt;br /&gt;They'd seen his face before &lt;br /&gt;Nobody was really sure &lt;br /&gt;if he was from the House of Lords &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a film today oh, boy &lt;br /&gt;The English army had just won the war &lt;br /&gt;A crowd of people turned away &lt;br /&gt;But I just had to look &lt;br /&gt;Having read the book &lt;br /&gt;I'd love to turn you on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, got out of bed &lt;br /&gt;dragged a comb across my head &lt;br /&gt;Found my way downstairs and drank a cup &lt;br /&gt;and looking up, I noticed I was late &lt;br /&gt;Found my coat and grabbed my hat &lt;br /&gt;Made the bus in seconds flat &lt;br /&gt;Found my way upstairs and had a smoke &lt;br /&gt;Somebody spoke and I went into a dream &lt;br /&gt;Ah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the news today oh, boy &lt;br /&gt;Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire &lt;br /&gt;And though the holes were rather small &lt;br /&gt;They had to count them all &lt;br /&gt;Now they know how many holes &lt;br /&gt;it takes to fill the Albert Hall &lt;br /&gt;I'd love to turn you on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-7087705708442870489?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7087705708442870489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=7087705708442870489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7087705708442870489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7087705708442870489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-sgt-pepper.html' title='Happy Birthday, Sgt. Pepper!!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-7847893721137089766</id><published>2007-05-26T08:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:51:52.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Dulce Et Decorum Est&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,&lt;br /&gt;Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,&lt;br /&gt;Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs&lt;br /&gt;And towards our distant rest began to trudge.&lt;br /&gt;Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots&lt;br /&gt;But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots&lt;br /&gt;Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!-An ecstasy of fumbling,&lt;br /&gt;Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;&lt;br /&gt;But someone still was yelling out and stumbling&lt;br /&gt;And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...&lt;br /&gt;Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,&lt;br /&gt;As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,&lt;br /&gt;He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in some smothering dreams you too could pace&lt;br /&gt;Behind the wagon that we flung him in,&lt;br /&gt;And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,&lt;br /&gt;His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;&lt;br /&gt;If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood&lt;br /&gt;Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,&lt;br /&gt;Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud&lt;br /&gt;Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-&lt;br /&gt;My friend, you would not tell with such high zest&lt;br /&gt;To children ardent for some desperate glory,&lt;br /&gt;The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est&lt;br /&gt;Pro patria mori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-7847893721137089766?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7847893721137089766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=7847893721137089766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7847893721137089766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7847893721137089766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-5211409560808523959</id><published>2007-05-20T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:10:50.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yes--Happy Mission Accomplished Month!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/2007/05/19/war-pigs-the-iraq-video-remix/"&gt;This one's&lt;/a&gt; for you, Red Scare!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-5211409560808523959?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5211409560808523959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=5211409560808523959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/5211409560808523959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/5211409560808523959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-yes-happy-mission-accomplished-month.html' title='Oh Yes--Happy Mission Accomplished Month!!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-2082357864921152639</id><published>2007-05-15T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:15:40.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Guitar</title><content type='html'>Red Scare took me up on my "Rex Saxi, Your Way" &lt;a href="http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/05/rex-saxi-your-way.html"&gt;blogging challenge&lt;/a&gt;; here's my post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all guys who love music but can't really play, I love the air guitar.  Even though I can't play, I consider myself pretty musical (I was in the church choir in Catholic grammar school) and I can still carry a tune and identify chord changes when I listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, unlike the parents of most of my friends, didn't believe in forcing musical lessons on us.  While my friend Ivan took piano listens (which he hated), I spent the time outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, whenever I listen to music, I try to identify the different parts as I listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite air instrument to play is actually the drums--I like Ringo's fills on I Feel Fine and A Day in the Life.  EVERY time I hear Our Lips Are Sealed by The Go-Go's, I MUST do the little drum roll between 1:48 and 1:50.  Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like the backbeat so much, when I DO play air guitar, it's usually the bass.  The bass line is my favorite part of a song; I love the way that a good bassist will weave in and out of the drumming.  I even taught myself the blues scale 15 years ago on a real bass, but quit when my fingers started getting raw and sore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the coolest songs to play bass to are 1966-era Beatles (the guitar songs on Revolver, Paperback Writer, Rain, etc.), and any song from any era with a booming and heavy bass line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like the bass because bassists are SO cool!  Think of how they present themselves to the world--Bill Wyman, John Paul Jones--as calm as calm could be while managing the chaos around them.  (OK, OK, Paul McCartney is an exception, but he was a Beatle and had a lot to smile about for goodness sake!).  My technique??  I play my air bass (a Hofner, of course), with the first two fingers of my right hand pointing downwards (I'm right-handed), in a moderately funky style while fingering the fretboard with my left hand.  I RARELY play chords when I play my air bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear a song by The Ramones, it's rhythm guitar, and it's all about the chords and the changes, and strumming as hard and as fast as I can.  For me the hardest (and most gratifying) songs to play air guitar to are Led Zeppelin's; Jimmy Page plays both lead and rhythm and he's hard to keep up with.  My favorite song to play is Bring It On Home.  When I play lead, I pick each note with the thumb and first finger of my right hand, and fret with my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other kinds of music, I have to admit I can't really play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration.  When I was in school, I transcribed Rock Box (by Run-D.M.C. (rest in peace, Jam Master J!), and lip-synched to it in a video I created.  There is a scratch solo in the middle of the song which I did, so I guess I know how to be an air rap DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT more to learn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-2082357864921152639?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2082357864921152639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=2082357864921152639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2082357864921152639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2082357864921152639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/05/air-guitar.html' title='Air Guitar'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-7974729876774015668</id><published>2007-05-10T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:25:56.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rex Saxi, Your Way</title><content type='html'>A challenge to the four or five loyal readers of this blog (I know you are out there)--I will blog on a topic of your choosing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, non-spam, non-natural enhancement commenter will get a blog entry of his or her choosing within a day of the comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First come, first serve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-7974729876774015668?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7974729876774015668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=7974729876774015668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7974729876774015668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/7974729876774015668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/05/rex-saxi-your-way.html' title='Rex Saxi, Your Way'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-6839813424681740137</id><published>2007-05-10T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:10:20.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ARE These People???</title><content type='html'>Tristero on the 28%:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Five drivers are hurtling your way every ten minutes that are so batshit crazy they actually approve of George W. Bush. Five drivers every ten minutes who can't (or won't) meet the most basic requirements of consensual reality - such as evaluating the performance of the worst president ever, let alone agreeing to drive on the right side of road! Five drivers every ten minutes whose cognitive and moral judgment is so impaired they might create a head-on collision just for kicks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/bushs-approval-remains-ridiculously.html"&gt;Yikes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-6839813424681740137?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6839813424681740137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=6839813424681740137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6839813424681740137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/6839813424681740137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-are-these-people.html' title='Who ARE These People???'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-3087368560510720670</id><published>2007-05-10T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:00:53.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moral Obligation to Lose The War</title><content type='html'>"The problem with the Iraq War is not that we are losing it and that we need a better strategy. The problem is that we have no moral right to win it. As bad as the colossal mismanagement, greed and corruption are, they are not the true issue. Betrayal of the public trust is the issue. Pre-meditated murder is the issue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's right, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2007/05/10/1106/"&gt;rest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-3087368560510720670?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3087368560510720670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=3087368560510720670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3087368560510720670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3087368560510720670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/05/moral-obligation-to-lose-war.html' title='The Moral Obligation to Lose The War'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-9202096646469980701</id><published>2007-05-08T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:25:35.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Be Actively Blogging Soon</title><content type='html'>...just wanted to let you all know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-9202096646469980701?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/9202096646469980701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=9202096646469980701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/9202096646469980701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/9202096646469980701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-will-be-actively-blogging-soon.html' title='I Will Be Actively Blogging Soon'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-3914223572324736673</id><published>2007-05-07T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:45:24.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neutral</title><content type='html'>Sonic Youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not a dreamer or a schemer,&lt;br /&gt;running away from me&lt;br /&gt;He's not a singer, an entertainer&lt;br /&gt;with no follow thru&lt;br /&gt;He's not a poet or a mystic&lt;br /&gt;with his cgarette unglued&lt;br /&gt;He just neutral, and he's weary&lt;br /&gt;not even brand new.&lt;br /&gt;It's a perfect sin&lt;br /&gt;close yr eyes and loose the rest&lt;br /&gt;It's a perfect sin&lt;br /&gt;close yr mind and feel the best&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a headache&lt;br /&gt;imprecise , hard to cure&lt;br /&gt;Got a shake it, what ails you&lt;br /&gt;the lines are a blur&lt;br /&gt;Is it a pain in her heart&lt;br /&gt;dark and gray from the start&lt;br /&gt;You won't seduce me, or attract&lt;br /&gt;just cause yr a stray&lt;br /&gt;It's a perfect sin&lt;br /&gt;close yr eyes and loose the rest&lt;br /&gt;It's a perfect sin&lt;br /&gt;close yr mind and feel the best&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you tell me what's inside yr head&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you show me yr secret bed, secret bed?&lt;br /&gt;he's not a dreamer or a schemer&lt;br /&gt;running away from you&lt;br /&gt;He's not a singer, an entertainer&lt;br /&gt;with no follow thru&lt;br /&gt;He's not a poet or a mystic&lt;br /&gt;with his cigarette unglued&lt;br /&gt;he 's not a cowboy or a loner with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;he's neutral yeah he's weary,&lt;br /&gt;not even brand&lt;br /&gt;he's neutral yea he's weary&lt;br /&gt;and he's so in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-3914223572324736673?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/3914223572324736673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=3914223572324736673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3914223572324736673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/3914223572324736673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/05/neutral.html' title='The Neutral'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-2604087649372114728</id><published>2007-03-01T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T08:10:30.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here It Comes</title><content type='html'>For as far back as I can remember, I have always listened to Here Comes the Sun on March 1st. The Winter is almost over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Comes The Sun&lt;br /&gt;George Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;It's all right, it's all right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-2604087649372114728?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2604087649372114728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=2604087649372114728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2604087649372114728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/2604087649372114728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-it-comes.html' title='Here It Comes'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116978414411855704</id><published>2007-01-25T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:23:11.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.unitedforpeace.org"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.unitedforpeace.org/img/original/web_banner_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116978414411855704?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116978414411855704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116978414411855704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116978414411855704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116978414411855704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116889912862991951</id><published>2007-01-15T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T17:13:21.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MLK Speech at Riverside Church, April 1967</title><content type='html'>OVER THE PAST TWO YEARS, as I have moved to break the betrayal of my own silences and to speak from the burnings of my own heart, as I have called for radical departures from the destruction of Vietnam, many persons have questioned me about the wisdom of my path. At the heart of their concerns this query has often loomed large and loud: Why are you speaking about the war, Dr. King? Why are you joining the voices of dissent? Peace and civil rights don't mix, they say. Aren't you hurting the cause of your people, they ask. And when I hear them, though I often understand the source of their concern, I am nevertheless greatly saddened, for such questions mean that the inquirers have not really known me, my commitment or my calling. Indeed, their questions suggest that they do not know the world in which they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of such tragic misunderstanding, I deem it of signal importance to try to state clearly why I believe that the path from Dexter Avenue Baptist Church, the church in Montgomery, Alabama, where I began my pastorage, leads clearly to this sanctuary tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to this platform to make a passionate plea to my beloved nation. This speech is not addressed to Hanoi or to the National Liberation Front. It is not addressed to China or to Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor is it an attempt to overlook the ambiguity of the total situation and the need for a collective solution to the tragedy of Vietnam. Neither is it an attempt to make North Vietnam or the National Liberation Front paragons of virtue, nor to overlook the role they can play in a successful resolution of the problem. While they both may have justifiable reasons to be suspicious of the good faith of the United States, life and history give eloquent testimony to the fact that conflicts are never resolved without trustful give and take on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, however, I wish not to speak with Hanoi and the NLF, but rather to my fellow Americans who, with me, bear the greatest responsibility in ending a conflict that has exacted a heavy price on both continents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am a preacher by trade, I suppose it is not surprising that I have seven major reasons for bringing Vietnam into the field of my moral vision. There is at the outset a very obvious and almost facile connection between the war in Vietnam and the struggle, and others, have been waging in America. A few years ago there was a shining moment in that struggle. It seemed as if there was a real promise of hope for the poor - both black and white - through the Poverty Program. Then came the build-up in Vietnam, and I watched the program broken and eviscerated as if it were some idle political play thing of a society gone mad on war, and I knew that America would never invest the necessary funds or energies in rehabilitation of its poor so long as Vietnam continued to draw men and skills and money like some demonic, destructive suction tube. So I was increasingly compelled to see the war as an enemy of the poor and to attack it as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the more tragic recognition of reality took place when it became clear to me that the war was doing far more than devastating the hopes of the poor at home. It was sending their sons and their brothers and their husbands to fight and to die in extraordinarily high proportions relative to the rest of the population. We were taking the young black men who had been crippled by our society and sending them 8000 miles away to guarantee liberties in Southeast Asia which they had not found in Southwest Georgia and East Harlem. So we have been repeatedly faced with the cruel irony of watching Negro and white boys on TV screens as they kill and die together for a nation that has been unable to seat them together in the same schools. So we watch them in brutal solidarity burning the huts of a poor village, but we realize that they would never live on the same block in Detroit. I could not be silent in the face of such cruel manipulation of the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third reason grows out of my experience in the ghettos of the North over the last three years - especially the last three summers. As I have walked among the desperate, rejected and angry young men, I have told them that Molotov cocktails and rifles would not solve their problems. I have tried to offer them my deepest compassion while maintaining my conviction that social change comes most meaningfully through non-violent action. But, they asked, what about Vietnam? They asked if our own nation wasn't using massive doses of violence to solve its problems, to bring about the changes it wanted. Their questions hit home, and I knew that I could never again raise my voice against the violence of the oppressed in the ghettos without having first spoken clearly to the greatest purveyor of violence in the world today, my own government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who ask the question, "Aren't you a Civil Rights leader?" and thereby mean to exclude me from the movement for peace, I have this further answer. In 1957 when a group of us formed the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, we chose as our motto: "To save the soul of America." We were convinced that we could not limit our vision to certain rights for black people, but instead affirmed the conviction that America would never be free or saved from itself unless the descendants of its slaves were loosed from the shackles they still wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it should be incandescently clear that no one who has any concern for the integrity and life of America today can ignore the present war. If America's soul becomes totally poisoned, part of the autopsy must read "Vietnam." It can never be saved so long as it destroys the deepest hopes of men the world over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the weight of such a commitment to the life and health of America were not enough, another burden of responsibility was placed upon me in 1964; and I cannot forget that the Nobel Prize for Peace was also a commission, a commission to work harder than I had ever worked before for the "brotherhood of man." This is a calling that takes me beyond national allegiances, but even if it were not present I would yet have to live with the meaning of my commitment to the ministry of Jesus Christ. To me the relationship of this ministry to the making of peace is so obvious that I sometimes marvel at those who ask me why I am speaking against the war. Could it be that they do not know that the good news was meant or all men, for communist and capitalist, for their children and ours, for black and white, for revolutionary and conservative? Have they forgotten that my ministry is in obedience to the One who loved His enemies so fully that He died for hem? What then can I say to the Viet Cong or to Castro or to Mao as a faithful minister of this One? Can I threaten them with death, or must I not share with hem my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I ponder the madness of Vietnam, my mind goes constantly to the people of that peninsula. I speak now not of the soldiers of each side, not of the junta in Saigon, but simply of the people who have been living under the curse of war for almost three continuous decades. I think of them, too, because it is clear to me that there will be no meaningful solution there until some attempt is made to know them and their broken cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must see Americans as strange liberators. The Vietnamese proclaimed their own independence in 1945 after a combined French and Japanese occupation and before the communist revolution in China. Even though they quoted the American Declaration of Independence in their own document of freedom, we refused to recognize them. Instead, we decided to support France in its re-conquest of her former colony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our government felt then that the Vietnamese people were not "ready" for independence, and we again fell victim to the deadly Western arrogance that has poisoned the international atmosphere for so long. With that tragic decision, we rejected a revolutionary government seeking self-determination, and a government that had been established not by China (for whom the Vietnamese have no great love) but by clearly indigenous forces that included some communists. For the peasants, this new government meant real land reform, one of the most important needs in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nine years following 1945 we denied the people of Vietnam the right of independence. For nine years we vigorously supported the French in their abortive effort to re-colonize Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the end of the war we were meeting 80 per cent of the French war costs. Even before the French were defeated at Dien Bien Phu, they began to despair of their reckless action, but we did not. We encouraged them with our huge financial and military supplies to continue the war even after they had lost the will to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the French were defeated it looked as if independence and land reform would come again through the Geneva agreements. But instead there came the United States, determined that Ho should not unify the temporarily divided nation, and the peasants watched again as we supported one of the most vicious modern dictators, our chosen man, Premier Diem. The peasants watched and cringed as Diem ruthlessly routed out all opposition, supported their extortionist landlords and refused even to discuss reunification with the North. The peasants watched as all this was presided over by U.S. influence and then by increasing numbers of U.S. troops who came to help quell the insurgency that Diem's methods had aroused. When Diem was overthrown they may have been happy, but the long line of military dictatorships seemed to offer no real change, especially in terms of their need for land and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only change came from America as we increased our troop commitments in support of governments which were singularly corrupt, inept and without popular support. All the while, the people read our leaflets and received regular promises of peace and democracy, and land reform. Now they languish under our bombs and consider us, not their fellow Vietnamese, the real enemy. They move sadly and apathetically as we herd them off the land of their fathers into concentration camps where minimal social needs are rarely met. They know they must move or be destroyed by our bombs. So they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watch as we poison their water, as we kill a million acres of their crops. They must weep as the bulldozers destroy their precious trees. They wander into the hospitals, with at least 20 casualties from American firepower for each Viet Cong-inflicted injury. So far we may have killed a million of them, mostly children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do the peasants think as we ally ourselves with the landlords and as we refuse to put any action into our many words concerning land reform? What do they think as we test out our latest weapons on them, just as the Germans tested out new medicine and new tortures in the concentration camps of Europe? Where are the roots of the independent Vietnam we claim to be building?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is little left to build on, save bitterness. Soon the only solid physical foundations remaining will be found at our military bases and in the concrete of the concentration camps we call "fortified hamlets." The peasants may well wonder if we plan to build our new Vietnam on such grounds as these. Could we blame them for such thoughts'? We must speak for them and raise the questions they cannot raise. These too are our brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the more difficult but no less necessary task is to speak for those who have been designated as our enemies. What of the NLF, that strangely anonymous group we call VC or communists? What must they think of us in America when they realize that we permitted the repression and cruelty of Diem which helped to bring them into being as a resistance group in the South? How can they believe in our integrity when now we speak of "aggression from the North" as if there were nothing more essential to the war? How can they trust us when now we charge them with violence after the murderous reign of Diem, and charge them with violence while we pour new weapons of death into their land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they judge us when our officials know that their membership is less than 25 per cent communist and yet insist on giving them the blanket name? What must they be thinking when they know that we are aware of their control of major sections of Vietnam and yet we appear ready to allow national elections in which this highly organized political parallel government will have no part? They ask how we can speak of free elections when the Saigon press is censored and controlled by the military junta. And they are surely right to wonder what kind of new government we plan to help form without them, the only party in real touch with the peasants. They question our political goals and they deny the reality of a peace settlement from which they will be excluded. Their questions are frighteningly relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the true meaning and value of compassion and non-violence, when it helps us to see the enemy's point of view, to hear his questions, to know of his assessment of ourselves. For from his view we may indeed see the basic weaknesses of our own condition, and if we are mature, we may learn and grow and profit from the wisdom of the brothers who are called the opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, too, with Hanoi. In the North, where our bombs now pummel the land, and our mines endanger the waterways, we are met by a deep but understandable mistrust. In Hanoi are the men who led the nation to independence against the Japanese and the French, the men who sought membership in the French commonwealth and were betrayed by the weakness of Paris and the willfulness of the colonial armies. It was they who led a second struggle against French domination at tremendous costs, and then were persuaded at Geneva to give up, as a temporary measure, the land they controlled between the 13th and 17th parallels. After 1954 they watched us conspire with Diem to prevent elections which would have surely brought Ho Chi Minh to power over a united Vietnam, and they realized they had been betrayed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we ask why they do not leap to negotiate, these things must be remembered. Also, it must be clear that the leaders of Hanoi considered the presence of American troops in support of the Diem regime to have been the initial military breach of the Geneva Agreements concerning foreign troops, and they remind us that they did not begin to send in any large number of supplies or men until American forces had moved into the tens of thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanoi remembers how our leaders refused to tell us the truth about the earlier North Vietnamese overtures for peace, how the President claimed that none existed when they had clearly been made. Ho Chi Minh has watched as America has spoken of peace and built up its forces, and now he has surely heard the increasing international rumors of American plans for an invasion of the North. Perhaps only his sense of humor and irony can save him when he hears the most powerful nation of the world speaking of aggression as it drops thousands of bombs on a poor, weak nation more than 8000 miles from its shores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I should make it clear that while I have tried here to give a voice to the voiceless of Vietnam and to understand the arguments of those who are called enemy, I am as deeply concerned about our own troops there as anything else. For it occurs to me that what we are submitting them to in Vietnam is not simply the brutalizing process that goes on in any war where armies face each other and seek to destroy. We are adding cynicism to the process of death, for our troops must know after a short period there that none of the things we claim to be fighting for are really involved. Before long they must know that their government has sent them into a struggle among Vietnamese, and the more sophisticated surely realize that we are on the side of the wealthy and the secure while we create a hell for the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this madness must cease. I speak as a child of God and brother to the suffering poor of Vietnam and the poor of America who are paying the double price of smashed hopes at home and death and corruption in Vietnam. I speak as a citizen of the world, for the world as it stands aghast at the path we have taken. I speak as an American to the leaders of my own nation. The great initiative in this war is ours. The initiative to stop must be ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the message of the great Buddhist leaders of Vietnam. Recently, one of them wrote these words: "Each day the war goes on the hatred increases in the hearts of the Vietnamese and in the hearts of those of humanitarian instinct. The Americans are forcing even their friends into becoming their enemies. It is curious that the Americans, who calculate so carefully on the possibilities of military victory do not realize that in the process they are incurring deep psychological and political defeat. The image of America will never again be the image of revolution, freedom and democracy, but the image of violence and militarism."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we continue, there will be no doubt in my mind and in the mind of the world that we have no honorable intentions in Vietnam. It' will become clear that our minimal expectation is to occupy it as an American colony, and men will not refrain from thinking that our maximum hope is to goad China into a war so that we may bomb her nuclear installations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world now demands a maturity of America that we may not be able to achieve. It demands that we admit that we have been wrong from the beginning of our adventure in Vietnam, that we have been detrimental to the life of her people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to atone for our sins and errors in Vietnam, we should take the initiative in bringing the war to a halt. I would like to suggest five concrete things that our government should do immediately to begin the long and difficult process of extricating ourselves from this nightmare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. End all bombing in North and South Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Declare a unilateral cease-fire in the hope that such action will create the atmosphere for negotiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Take immediate steps to prevent other battlegrounds in Southeast Asia by curtailing our military build-up in Thailand and our interference in Laos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Realistically accept the fact that the National Liberation Front has substantial support in South Vietnam and must thereby play a role in any meaningful negotiations and in any future Vietnam government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Set a date on which we will remove all foreign troops from Vietnam in accordance with the 1954 Geneva Agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of our ongoing commitment might well express itself in an offer to grant asylum to any Vietnamese who fears for his life under a new regime which included the NLF. Then we must make what reparations we can for the damage we have done. We must provide the medical aid that is badly needed, in this country if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we in the churches and synagogues have a continuing task while we urge our government to disengage itself from a disgraceful commitment. We must be prepared to match actions with words by seeking out every creative means of protest possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we counsel young men concerning military service we must clarify for them our nation's role in Vietnam and challenge them with the alternative of conscientious objection. I am pleased to say that this is the path now being chosen by more than 70 students at my own Alma Mater, Morehouse College, and I recommend it to all who find the American course in Vietnam a dishonorable and unjust one. Moreover, I would encourage all ministers of draft age to give up their ministerial exemptions and seek status as conscientious objectors. Every man of humane convictions must decide on the protest that best suits his convictions, but we must all protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something seductively tempting about stopping there and sending us all off on what in some circles has become a popular crusade against the war in Vietnam. I say we must enter that struggle, but I wish to go on now to say something even more disturbing. The war in Vietnam is but a symptom of a far deeper malady within the American spirit, and if we ignore this sobering reality we will find ourselves organizing clergy, and laymen-concerned committees for the next generation. We will be marching and attending rallies without end unless there is a significant and profound change in American life and policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1957 a sensitive American official overseas said that it seemed to him that our nation was on the wrong side of a world revolution. During the past ten years we have seen emerge a pattern of suppression which now has justified the presence of U.S. military "advisors" in Venezuela. The need to maintain social stability for our investments accounts for the counterrevolutionary action of American forces in Guatemala. It tells why American helicopters are being used against guerrillas in Colombia and why American napalm and green beret forces have already been active against rebels in Peru. With such activity in mind, the words of John F. Kennedy come back to haunt us. Five years ago he said, "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable." Increasingly, by choice or by accident, this is the role our nation has taken, by refusing to give up the privileges and the pleasures that come from the immense profits of overseas investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that if we are to get on the right side of the world revolution, we as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. When machines and computers, profit and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true revolution of values will soon cause us to question the fairness and justice of many of our past and present policies. True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar; it is not haphazard and superficial. It comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring. A true revolution of values will soon look easily on the glaring contrast of poverty and wealth. With righteous indignation, it will look across the seas and see individual capitalists of the West investing huge sums of money in Asia, Africa and South America, only to take the profits out with no concern for the social betterment of the countries, and say: This is not just." It will look at our alliance with the landed gentry of Latin America and say: " This is not just." The Western arrogance of feeling that it has everything to teach others and nothing to learn from them is not just. A true revolution of values will lay hands on the world order and say of war: "This way of settling differences is not just." This business of burning human beings with napalm, of filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into the veins of peoples normally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice, and love. A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, the richest and most powerful nation in the world, can well lead the way in this revolution of values. There is nothing, except a tragic death wish, to prevent us from re-ordering our priorities, so that the pursuit of peace will take precedence over the pursuit of war. There is nothing to keep us from molding a recalcitrant status quo until we have fashioned it into a brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of positive revolution of values is our best defense against communism. War is not the answer. Communism will never be defeated by the use of atomic bombs or nuclear weapons. Let us not join those who shout war and through their misguided passions urge the United States to relinquish its participation in the United Nations. These are the days which demand wise restraint and calm reasonableness. We must not call everyone a communist or an appeaser who advocates the seating of Red China in the United Nations and who recognizes that hate and hysteria are not the final answers to the problem of these turbulent days. We must not engage in a negative anti-communism, but rather in a positive thrust for democracy, realizing that our greatest defense against communism is to take: offensive action in behalf of justice. We must with positive action seek to remove those conditions of poverty, insecurity and injustice which are the fertile soil in which the seed of communism grows and develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are revolutionary times. All over the globe men are revolting against old systems of exploitation and oppression, and out of the wombs of a frail world, new systems of justice and equality are being born. The shirtless and barefoot people of the land are rising up as never before. "The people who sat in darkness have seen a great light." We in the West must support these revolutions. It is a sad fact that, because of comfort, complacency, a morbid fear of communism, and our proneness to ad just to injustice, the Western nations that initiated so much of the revolutionary spirit of the modern world have now become the arch anti-revolutionaries. This has driven many to feel that only Marxism has the revolutionary spirit. Therefore, communism is a judgment against our failure to make democracy real and follow through on the revolutions that we initiated. Our only hope today lies in our ability to recapture the revolutionary spirit and go out into a sometimes hostile world declaring eternal hostility to poverty, racism, and militarism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must move past indecision to action. We must find new ways to speak for peace in Vietnam and justice throughout the developing world, a world that borders on our doors. If we do not act we shall surely be dragged down the long, dark and shameful corridors of time reserved for those who possess power without compassion, might without morality, and strength without sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us begin. Now let us re-dedicate ourselves to the long and bitter, but beautiful, struggle for a new world. This is the calling of the sons of God, and our brothers wait eagerly for our response. Shall we say the odds are too great? Shall we tell them the struggle is too hard? Will our message be that the forces of American life militate against their arrival as full men, and we send our deepest regrets? Or will there be another message, of longing, of hope, of solidarity with their yearnings, of commitment to their cause, whatever the cost? The choice is ours, and though we might prefer it otherwise we must choose in this crucial moment of human history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116889912862991951?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116889912862991951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116889912862991951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116889912862991951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116889912862991951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/01/mlk-speech-at-riverside-church-april.html' title='MLK Speech at Riverside Church, April 1967'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116763166968341152</id><published>2007-01-01T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:07:49.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace</title><content type='html'>CHRISTOPHER EDWARD JOSEPH ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY 11, 1967-DECEMBER 31, 2001 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REST IN PEACE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're packing a suitcase for a place none of has been/ &lt;br /&gt;A place that has to be believed to be seen/ &lt;br /&gt;You could have flown away/ &lt;br /&gt;A singing bird in open cage/ &lt;br /&gt;Who will only fly, only fly for freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's U2, from a song called Walk On. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and Death are only temporary, but freedom goes on forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my brother, written on a piece of paper I found with his stuff within the past couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Edward English. I have always liked that name. While most people called him Chris, I called him Christopher or Chris, interchangeably. When I was a little boy, Christopher proved too difficult to say, so I settled on Key-foo. Luckily, that didn't survive too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Edward English. I have known him for all his life, and lived with him for most of it, and I am not sure if I knew him that well at all, except for very recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I can really do is remember some things over the course of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first memory I have of him is in a stroller, on a trip to Florida. He was crying. When I was really young, all I thought he did was cry. I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when the family first thought he had epilepsy in 1968; I remember being really sad as he went up the elevator in the hospital, with gunk in his hair from the EEG test. I didn't know if I would see him again. I remember that our parents used to always get us the same exact toys for Christmas; we were, after all, only two years apart. I remember the two Parkomatic garages we got for our matchbox cars, and the identical toy buses. We did not always get the same toys; one Christmas, we got action figures--one had a beard, and one did not. We called the bearded one Old Action Jackson, and the unbearded one Young Action Jackson. Chris was, of course, Young Action Jackson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time Christopher and I were going to go to Manhattan with our parents. We were very excited and a little scared. So we invented a series of martial arts moves we called the "Techniques," just in case... . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I, like many brothers, had what was often a contentious relationship. In other words, we fought. We did not fight physically too much, though I remember one of us chipping the other's tooth. A friend's first memory of the both of us is me saying, "shut up, Chris," and Christopher replying with a word I cannot repeat directed at me. In later years, we mainly had what I would call friendly debates on issues of the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially at this time of year, I have a lot of memories. I remember the first real Christmas tree we got. Our Mom had passed away the year before, and it looked like we might not celebrate Christmas. He would have none of it. We found a beautiful Douglas fir and put it up on Christmas Eve. In fact, this year, after many years of searching, I found a douglas fir again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now call it Chris' tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was his sense of humor, and unique wit, and no bitterness. It was amazing to see, especially during the course of his illnesses. Three years ago, he had major brain surgery. Less than an hour after the surgery, my grandmother and I visited him in the recovery room. He cracked a couple of jokes; I told him that he was funnier than before, and, not missing a beat, he said: "Tommy, I'm just more polished!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months ago, the night before he fell into his coma, and he had become a little unreactive, he was laying in his bed, with that little urinal thing they give you in the hospital so you don't have to get up to go to the bathroom. I was a little worried, and he told me, "Don't worry, Tommy, it's pointing in the right direction!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, his sense of humor continued when he was the sickest. A week after he had fallen asleep, it looked like he was waking up. We were able to communicate by him clasping my hand after I asked him a Yes or No question. I asked him if he loved Nanny; he clasped my hand, very hard. I asked him if he loved his Uncle Bobby; he clasped my hand again. I felt very good. I asked him if he loved me. No clasp. I asked him if he wanted me to bring him some CDs the next day. Another clasp. You figure it out; I swear I felt him laughing, though I couldn't see it. What has been called a chuckle in the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Edward English. In many ways, I did not know him at all until his last illness. Though we could not talk to each other, I know we communicated. His Will was intense, and his Spirit was resilient. At times, even his doctors were amazed. He was his most inspirational to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He adored his Mom and his Grandmother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him very much, more than I can say, and to say does not even begin to do him justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bible verse that has given me solace. It is at the end of the Gospel of Matthew, after Jesus has told the gathered Apostles what they must do after he leaves them. In this passage, Jesus is talking about Himself, but I have always liked to think it applies to anyone who has left us: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know that I am with you always, until the end of the world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Chris is with me, always, he is free, in a place that has to be believed to be seen, and the Mets are always in the World Series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116763166968341152?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116763166968341152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116763166968341152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116763166968341152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116763166968341152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2007/01/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in Peace'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116753846018398366</id><published>2006-12-30T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:15:34.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Thing I Have Ever Seen on the Internets</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kF18fxhKb68"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kF18fxhKb68" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116753846018398366?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116753846018398366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116753846018398366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116753846018398366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116753846018398366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/12/funniest-thing-i-have-ever-seen-on.html' title='Funniest Thing I Have Ever Seen on the Internets'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116705883449241620</id><published>2006-12-25T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T10:00:34.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Virginia</title><content type='html'>We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Editor—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia O’Hanlon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116705883449241620?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116705883449241620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116705883449241620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116705883449241620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116705883449241620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/12/yes-virginia.html' title='Yes, Virginia'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116702846890391446</id><published>2006-12-25T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:34:28.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In those days</title><content type='html'>a decree went out from Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration and was taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. All went to their own towns to be registered. Joseph also went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the city of David called Bethlehem, because he was descended from the house and family of David. He went to be registered with Mary, to whom he was engaged and who was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for her to deliver her child. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that region there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid; for see—I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people to you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, who is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger." And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Glory to God in the highest heaven,&lt;br /&gt;and on earth peace among those whom he favours!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us." So they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger. When they saw this, they made known what had been told them about this child: and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116702846890391446?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116702846890391446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116702846890391446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116702846890391446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116702846890391446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-those-days.html' title='In those days'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116697355750559844</id><published>2006-12-24T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:19:17.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Twas The Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>or Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement Clarke Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;&lt;br /&gt;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were nestled all snug in their beds,&lt;br /&gt;While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;&lt;br /&gt;And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,&lt;br /&gt;Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Away to the window I flew like a flash,&lt;br /&gt;Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow&lt;br /&gt;Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,&lt;br /&gt;When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,&lt;br /&gt;But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little old driver, so lively and quick,&lt;br /&gt;I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.&lt;br /&gt;More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,&lt;br /&gt;And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!&lt;br /&gt;On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!&lt;br /&gt;To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!&lt;br /&gt;Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,&lt;br /&gt;When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,&lt;br /&gt;With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof&lt;br /&gt;The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.&lt;br /&gt;As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,&lt;br /&gt;Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,&lt;br /&gt;And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,&lt;br /&gt;And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!&lt;br /&gt;His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!&lt;br /&gt;His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,&lt;br /&gt;And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,&lt;br /&gt;And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;&lt;br /&gt;He had a broad face and a little round belly,&lt;br /&gt;That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;&lt;br /&gt;A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,&lt;br /&gt;Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,&lt;br /&gt;And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,&lt;br /&gt;And laying his finger aside of his nose,&lt;br /&gt;And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,&lt;br /&gt;And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.&lt;br /&gt;But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116697355750559844?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116697355750559844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116697355750559844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116697355750559844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116697355750559844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='&quot;Twas The Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116494971948970110</id><published>2006-12-01T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:08:39.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time (Is Here Again)</title><content type='html'>Christmas Time (Is Here Again)&lt;br /&gt;(Lennon-McCartney-Harrison-Starr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't been round since you know when&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;O-U-T spells "out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't been round since you know when&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;O-U-T spells "out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't been round since you know when (Sucker!)&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This is Paul McCartney here,&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to wish you everything&lt;br /&gt;you wish yourself for Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is John Lennon saying on behalf of the Beatles,&lt;br /&gt;have a very Happy Christmas and a good New Year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(George Harrison speaking&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to take this opportunity to wish you&lt;br /&gt;a very Merry Christmas listeners everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is Ringo Starr and I'd just like to say&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a really&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all listeners)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And Christmas time is all,&lt;br /&gt;and your bonnie clay us through&lt;br /&gt;Happy breastling to you people&lt;br /&gt;all out best from me to you&lt;br /&gt;When the beasty brangom button&lt;br /&gt;to the heather and little inn&lt;br /&gt;And be strattened oot in matether&lt;br /&gt;to yer arms once back again&lt;br /&gt;Och away, ye bonnie.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116494971948970110?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116494971948970110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I bought &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/o/ASIN/B000JJS8TM/ref=pd_rvi_gw_1/002-6628660-9759235"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt; the day it came out, and it's very interesting.  Some of the mash-ups are great--for example, the melody/vocal track of Within You Without You backed by the rhythm/drums of Tomorrow Never Knows.  Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds is backed with something I don't quite recognize yet, but it sounds great, too.  Also, the demo vocal of While My Guitar Gently Weeps (which appeared in the Anthology) with additional orchestration by George Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the idea was preposterous when I heard about it about a month ago.  Then I heard the four tracks available online (Octopus's Garden, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Lady Madonna, and Strawberry Fields Forever) and the Drive My Car/The Word/What You're Doing mash-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all I've been listening to since the day it came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the regular CD, because I have only "above average" speakers, but for those with "home entertainment system speakers," I would buy the special two-disk set with DVD audio.  From everything I've read, the Dolby 5.1 mix is AMAZING!  Which all argues for a complete re-mastering of the whole Beatles catalog by EMI.  (The Beatles catalog was originally mastered for CD in 1987 and 1988, with some re-mastering done for the new versions of Yellow Submarine, Let It Be...Naked, 1, and the American albums boxed sets.)  It's sorely needed, and lets hope George Martin stays alive long enough to do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116451466893801813?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116451466893801813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116451466893801813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116451466893801813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116451466893801813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116327410989816174</id><published>2006-11-11T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:49.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans' Day</title><content type='html'>Dulce Et Decorum Est&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,&lt;br /&gt;Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,&lt;br /&gt;Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs&lt;br /&gt;And towards our distant rest began to trudge.&lt;br /&gt;Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots&lt;br /&gt;But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots&lt;br /&gt;Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!-An ecstasy of fumbling,&lt;br /&gt;Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;&lt;br /&gt;But someone still was yelling out and stumbling&lt;br /&gt;And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...&lt;br /&gt;Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,&lt;br /&gt;As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,&lt;br /&gt;He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in some smothering dreams you too could pace&lt;br /&gt;Behind the wagon that we flung him in,&lt;br /&gt;And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,&lt;br /&gt;His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;&lt;br /&gt;If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood&lt;br /&gt;Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,&lt;br /&gt;Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud&lt;br /&gt;Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-&lt;br /&gt;My friend, you would not tell with such high zest&lt;br /&gt;To children ardent for some desperate glory,&lt;br /&gt;The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est&lt;br /&gt;Pro patria mori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116327410989816174?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116327410989816174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116327410989816174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116327410989816174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116327410989816174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans&apos; Day'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116295984829138476</id><published>2006-11-07T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:24:08.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will Be the First Adminstration Official to Be Subpoenaed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116295984829138476?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116295984829138476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116286750702828750</id><published>2006-11-06T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:45:07.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote Against Evil</title><content type='html'>Vote Democratic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116286750702828750?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116286750702828750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116286750702828750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116286750702828750'/><link rel='self' 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complain)&lt;br /&gt;You're holding me down &lt;br /&gt;Turning me round &lt;br /&gt;filling me up with your rules &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit it's getting better &lt;br /&gt;a little better all the time (it can't get no worse)&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit it's getting better &lt;br /&gt;it's getting better since you've been mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me used to be angry young man &lt;br /&gt;Me hiding me head in the sand &lt;br /&gt;You gave me the word &lt;br /&gt;I finally heard &lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the best that I can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit it's getting better &lt;br /&gt;a little better all the time (it can't get no worse)&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit it's getting better&lt;br /&gt;it's getting better since you've been mine &lt;br /&gt;getting so much better all the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time &lt;br /&gt;better, better, better &lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time &lt;br /&gt;better, better, better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be cruel to my woman I beat her &lt;br /&gt;and kept her apart from the things that she loved &lt;br /&gt;Man, I was mean but I'm changing my scene &lt;br /&gt;and I'm doing the best that I can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it's getting better &lt;br /&gt;a little better all the time (it can't get no worse)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, admit it's getting better &lt;br /&gt;it's getting better since you've been mine &lt;br /&gt;getting so much better all the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time &lt;br /&gt;better, better, better &lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time &lt;br /&gt;better, better, better &lt;br /&gt;Getting so much better all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116155683413887636?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116086952767705374</id><published>2006-10-14T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T19:54:26.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>Cheap Trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you.&lt;br /&gt;She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch."&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I heard a soldier falling off some Indonesian junk that's going round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father says, "Your mother's right, she's really up on things."&lt;br /&gt;"Before we married, Mommy served in the WACS in the Philippines."&lt;br /&gt;Now, I had heard the WACS recruited old maids for the war.&lt;br /&gt;But mommy isn't one of those, I've known her all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up, Mom and Dad are rolling on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;Rolling numbers, rock and rolling, got my Kiss records out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away.&lt;br /&gt;Away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116086952767705374?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116061792241289811</id><published>2006-10-11T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:54:09.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>655,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thelancet.com/webfiles/images/journals/lancet/s0140673606694919.pdf"&gt; 655,000 excess deaths since the illegal invasion of Iraq&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Go to the story--the hyperlink is to a pdf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boringdiatribe.blogspot.com/2006/10/655000.html"&gt;Antonius says it far better than I can&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116061792241289811?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116054192794872378</id><published>2006-10-11T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:45:27.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for Buffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116054192794872378?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116054192794872378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116054192794872378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116054192794872378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116054192794872378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-pray-for-buffy.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dailykos.com/story/2006/10/10/20568/014&quot;&gt;Please pray for Buffy&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116041030146642116</id><published>2006-10-09T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:11:41.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Avert North Korea Nuclear Crisis</title><content type='html'>Kim Jong-il has a penchant for kidnapping Japanese movie stars and forcing them to appear in his films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say we render Tom Cruise and send him to North Korea in exchange for the cessation of nuclear weapons production.  Hopefully, it will take a while for Kim Jong-il  to notice that Cruise is only a B-level star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116041030146642116?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116041030146642116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116041030146642116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116041030146642116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116041030146642116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-to-avert-north-korea-nuclear.html' title='How to Avert North Korea Nuclear Crisis'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116040958849810386</id><published>2006-10-09T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T11:59:48.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>North Korea!!</title><content type='html'>Joshua Micah Marshall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawks and Bush sycophants will claim that North Korea is an outlaw regime. And no one should romanticize or ignore the fact that it is one of the most repressive regimes in the world with a history of belligerence, terrorist bombing, missile proliferation and a lot else. They'll also claim that the North Koreans were breaking the spirit if not the letter of the 1994 agreement by pursuing a covert uranium enrichment program. And that's probably true too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But facts are stubborn things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bomb-grade plutonium that was on ice from 1994 to 2002 is now actual bombs. Try as you might it is difficult to imagine a policy -- any policy -- which would have yielded a worse result than the one we will face Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking tough is great if you can make it stick and back it up; it is always and necessarily cleaner and less compromising than sitting down and dealing with bad actors. Talking tough and then folding your cards doesn't just show weakness it invites contempt. And that is what we have here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/010275.php"&gt;The rest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn Greenwald:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent of all of that, we have plainly created an incentive system where every rational leader -- not crazed, Hitleresque, world-domination-seeking leaders -- but every rational leader, would assess that it is in his country's interest to acquire a nuclear capability. Of the three "axis of evil" members, the one which was, by far, the weakest militarily was the one we invaded and shattered. But with the strongest of the three, North Korea, we have proceeded very gingerly, issuing plainly empty threats and bellicose rhetoric but doing little else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message we have sent with our foreign policy is clear -- if you are a militarily weak nation, we may invade you or bomb you at will, but if you arm yourselves or, better still, acquire nuclear capability, we will not. That has become the incentive scheme produced by having the world's only superpower announce to the world that it has the right to preemptively invade other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://glenngreenwald.blogspot.com/2006/10/worlds-most-dangerous-regimes-with.html"&gt;The rest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116040958849810386?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116040958849810386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116040958849810386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116040958849810386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116040958849810386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/10/north-korea.html' title='North Korea!!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116036625065625530</id><published>2006-10-08T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:57:30.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictions, and Analysis of Mets-Cards</title><content type='html'>Tigers sweep A's, 4-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mets beat Cards in 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigers win World Series over the Mets in 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this team is a LOT better than the 2000 Mets, and even though I have never liked Valentine personally, I think he did a brilliant job of managing them that year and had them play over their heads.  This team is not playing over their heads, though I think Willie is managing every bit as brilliantly as Valentine.  The Mets are a MUCH better team than the Cardinals, and I think the overall balance of their offense will make up for the instability of their starting pitching.  This is I think true regardless of whether or not they play six or seven games.  The Mets did after all win 14 more games than the Cardinals.  That DOES mean something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's why I think they will lose to the Tigers.  The Tigers had as good a season as the Mets did and their starting pitching is good and healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116036625065625530?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116036625065625530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116036625065625530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116036625065625530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116036625065625530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/10/predictions-and-analysis-of-mets-cards.html' title='Predictions, and Analysis of Mets-Cards'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-116028138079697885</id><published>2006-10-08T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:23:00.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mets Sweep!!</title><content type='html'>See you at Shea for the NLCS on Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go Mets!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-116028138079697885?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/116028138079697885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=116028138079697885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116028138079697885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/116028138079697885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/10/mets-sweep.html' title='Mets Sweep!!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115997652258521633</id><published>2006-10-04T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T11:54:28.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyosha on Torture</title><content type='html'>Asked by his brother Ivan, in The Brothers Karamazov, which I am currently rereading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end, giving them peace and rest at last, but that it was essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature -- that baby beating its breast, for instance -- and to found that edifice on its unavenged tears, would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me, and tell the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I wouldn't consent," said Alyosha softly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115997652258521633?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115997652258521633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115997652258521633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115997652258521633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115997652258521633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/10/alyosha-on-torture.html' title='Alyosha on Torture'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115949687656425618</id><published>2006-09-28T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:27:56.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Detainee" Adoption Program</title><content type='html'>I think everybody who supports the torture bill (and that includes citizens) should be assigned an prisoner for whom they have the responsibility to torture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115949687656425618?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115949687656425618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115949687656425618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115949687656425618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115949687656425618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/detainee-adoption-program.html' title='&quot;Detainee&quot; Adoption Program'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115949633162790414</id><published>2006-09-28T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:18:51.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Letter to the Anchoress</title><content type='html'>(A conservative blogger who I have corresponded with in the past):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Anchoress,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I am extremely disappointed by your "agnosticism" on the question of torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When push came to shove, McCain et al voted AGAINST an amendment that would have put habeas protection back into the bill. Without habeas corpus, any rights are useless, because they can't be reviewed/vindicated in court (to even challenge the FACTUAL basis of the detention).  There is a very sad and depressing article in last month's Harpers called American Gulag (it's not online, but I am sure you can find it in a library), which outlines the cases of dozens of people who were disappeared in Iraq and Afghanistan, kept without charges for months, and tortured, ALL innocent.  There was also the instance of a 12-year old boy who was detained with his father.  Luckily, the little boy wasn't tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other odious thing about this bill is that it gives to the President and the Defense Department the right to declare as enemy combatants even US citizens who "materially support" enemies of ALLIES of the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, theoretically, if you give money to a charity that, unbeknownst to you, passes that money on to enemies of the US or its allies, you could be declared an enemy combatant, a decision purportedly unreviewable by any court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty Lederman's analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most of the attention in the press has focused on subsection (i) of the definition, which would designate as an UEC any "person who has engaged in hostilities or who has purposefully and materially supported hostilities against the United States or its co-belligerents who is not a lawful enemy combatant (including a person who is part of the Taliban, al Qaeda, or associated forces)." And that subsection is, indeed, broad, and fairly indeterminate, depending on how "materially supported hostilities" is interpreted (something that the Administration apparently could do without much or any judicial review).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the really breathtaking subsection is subsection (ii), which would provide that UEC is defined to include any person "who, before, on, or after the date of the enactment of the Military Commissions Act of 2006, has been determined to be an unlawful enemy combatant by a Combatant Status Review Tribunal or another competent tribunal established under the authority of the President or the Secretary of Defense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read literally, this means that if the Pentagon says you're an unlawful enemy combatant -- using whatever criteria they wish -- then as far as Congress, and U.S. law, is concerned, you are one, whether or not you have had any connection to "hostilities" at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://balkin.blogspot.com/2006/09/imagine-giving-donald-rumsfeld.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So EVERYONE, including you and I, are at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what water-boarding, which we have used, and may still be legal looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/david-corn/this-is-what-waterboardin_b_30480.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a fellow Christian and American, I must re-state that I am extremely disappointed by your agnosticism on torture and support of the bill that was passed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for your and America's soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom English&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Heights&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115949633162790414?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115949633162790414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115949633162790414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115949633162790414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115949633162790414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-letter-to-anchoress.html' title='My Letter to the Anchoress'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115949060280823843</id><published>2006-09-28T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:21:11.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Waterboarding</title><content type='html'>From HuffPost, David Corn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crux of the issue before Congress can be boiled down to a simple question: Is waterboarding torture? Anybody who considers this practice to be "torture lite" or merely a "tough technique" might want to take a trip to Phnom Penh. The Khymer Rouge were adept at torture, and there was nothing "lite" about their methods. Incidentally, the waterboard in these photo wasn't merely one among many torture devices highlighted at the prison museum. It was one of only two devices singled out for highlighting (the other was another form of water-torture--a tank that could be filled with water or other liquids; I have photos of that too.) There was an outdoor device as well, one the Khymer Rouge didn't have to construct: chin up bars. (The prison where the museum is located had been a school before the Khymer Rouge took over). These bars were used for "stress positions"-- another practice employed under current US guidelines. At the Khymer Rouge prison, there is a tank of water next to the bars. It was used to revive prisoners for more torture when they passed out after being placed in stress positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The similarity between practices used by the Khymer Rouge and those currently being debated by Congress isn't a coincidence. As has been amply documented ("The New Yorker" had an excellent piece, and there have been others), many of the "enhanced techniques" came to the CIA and military interrogators via the SERE [Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape]schools, where US military personnel are trained to resist torture if they are captured by the enemy. The specific types of abuse they're taught to withstand are those that were used by our Cold War adversaries. Why is this relevant to the current debate? Because the torture techniques of North Korea, North Vietnam, the Soviet Union and its proxies--the states where US  military personnel might have faced torture--were NOT designed to elicit truthful information. These techniques were designed to elicit CONFESSIONS. That's what the Khymer Rouge et al were after with their waterboarding, not truthful information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/david-corn/this-is-what-waterboardin_b_30480.html"&gt;The rest, with pictures&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115949060280823843?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115949060280823843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115949060280823843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115949060280823843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115949060280823843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-on-waterboarding.html' title='More on Waterboarding'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115948282430194481</id><published>2006-09-28T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:46:20.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterboarding</title><content type='html'>From Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modern practice of waterboarding, characterized in 2005 by former CIA director Porter J. Goss as a "professional interrogation technique," involves tying the victim to a board with the head lower than the feet so that he or she is unable to move. A piece of cloth is held tightly over the face, and water is poured onto the cloth. Breathing is extremely difficult and the victim will be in fear of imminent death by asphyxiation. Journalists Brian Ross and Richard Esposito described the CIA's waterboarding technique as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prisoner is bound to an inclined board, feet raised and head slightly below the feet. Cellophane is wrapped over the prisoner's face and water is poured over him. Unavoidably, the gag reflex kicks in and a terrifying fear of drowning leads to almost instant pleas to bring the treatment to a halt. According to the sources, CIA officers who subjected themselves to the water boarding technique lasted an average of 14 seconds before caving in. They said al Qaeda's toughest prisoner, Khalid Sheik Mohammed, won the admiration of interrogators when he was able to last over two minutes before begging to confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the United States, military personnel are taught this technique, to demonstrate how to resist enemy interrogations in the event of capture. According to Salon.com, SERE instructors shared their techniques with interrogators at the Guantanamo Bay detainment camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Allen Keller, the director of the Bellevue/N.Y.U. Program for Survivors of Torture, has treated "a number of people" who had been subjected to forms of near-asphyxiation, including waterboarding. An interview for The New Yorker states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dr. Keller] argued that it was indeed torture. Some victims were still traumatized years later, he said. One patient couldn't take showers, and panicked when it rained. "The fear of being killed is a terrifying experience," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 6, 2006, the United States Department of Defense released a revised Army Field Manual entitled Human Intelligence Collector Operations that prohibits the use of waterboarding by U.S. military personnel. The revised manual was adopted amid widespread criticism of U.S. handling of prisoners in the War on Terrorism, and prohibits other practices in addition to waterboarding. The revised manual applies to U.S. military personnel, and as such does not apply to the practices of the CIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115948282430194481?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115948282430194481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115948282430194481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115948282430194481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115948282430194481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/waterboarding.html' title='Waterboarding'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115915730342127456</id><published>2006-09-25T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:08:23.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble On</title><content type='html'>Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are fallin' all around, time I was on my way&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay&lt;br /&gt;but now it's time for me to go, the autumn moon lights my way&lt;br /&gt;for now I smell the rain, and with it, pain&lt;br /&gt;and it's headin' my way&lt;br /&gt;Aw, sometimes I grow so tired&lt;br /&gt;but I know I've got one thing I got to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-ramble on, and now's the time, the time is now&lt;br /&gt;Sing my song, I'm goin' 'round the world, I gotta find my girl&lt;br /&gt;On my way, I've been this way ten years to the day&lt;br /&gt;Ramble on, gotta find the queen of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got no time for spreadin' roots, the time has come to be gone&lt;br /&gt;And though our health we drank a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;it's time to ramble on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-ramble on, and now's the time, the time is now&lt;br /&gt;Sing my song, I'm goin' 'round the world&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta find my girl&lt;br /&gt;On my way, I've been this way ten years to the day&lt;br /&gt;I gotta ramble on, I gotta find the queen of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I tell you no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's a tale that can't be told, my freedom I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;How years ago in days of old when magic filled the air&lt;br /&gt;'twas in the darkest depths of Mordor, mm-I met a girl so fair&lt;br /&gt;but Gollum and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her&lt;br /&gt;her, her, yeah, yeah, and ain't nothin' I can do, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll keep on ramblin', I'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;Sing my song/Sh-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, I've gotta find my baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ramble on, sing my song&lt;br /&gt;Gonna work my way all around the world&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby/Ramble on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-do-do-n-do-n-do-n-do, my baby/Baby&lt;br /&gt;A-ramble on, baby&lt;br /&gt;A-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-de-do-de-do-de-do-de-do-de, yeah, yeah/&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop this feelin' in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I feel I will leave, I really gotta part&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep searchin' for my baby/&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, babe&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta keep a-searchin' for my baby&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my, my, my, my, my baby/&lt;br /&gt;Yeah-yeah, a-yeah-yeah, a-yeah-yeah&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my, my, my, my baby/&lt;br /&gt;Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, my, my, my-my, my-my, my-my, yeah/&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my bluebird, I'd listen to my bluebird sing&lt;br /&gt;but I, I can't find my bluebird&lt;br /&gt;I keep a-ramblin' baby/Ah, ah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I keep a-ramblin', baby/I keep, keep, keep, keep, keep&lt;br /&gt;Babe, babe, babe, babe/&lt;br /&gt;I keep a-ramblin', baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby/&lt;br /&gt;My, my babe&lt;br /&gt;Bay-ay-by/A-goodbye, goodbye, a-goodbye, baby&lt;br /&gt;Well, something's wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115915730342127456?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115915730342127456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115915730342127456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115901997566582272</id><published>2006-09-23T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:59:35.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Digby Nails It on American Torture</title><content type='html'>People and societies don't just wake up one morning to find they no longer recognize themselves. It's a process. And we are in the process in this country of "defining deviancy down" in ways I never thought possible. We are legitimizing torture and indefinite detention --- saying that we will only do this to the people who really deserve it. One cannot help but wonder what "really deserves it" will mean in the years to come as we fight our endless war against terror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, right now it's just a bunch of foreigners and I guess we don't feel foreigners are entitled to basic human rights. They must not be human --- or at least not as human as "we" are. In fact, it not even "we." Right wingers make millions of dollars writing books about how liberals are godless, death-loving, traitors within. Many people who read those books probably believe these liberals are only one step away from being sub-human too ---- they are, after all, godless traitors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_digbysblog_archive.html#115898810938213828"&gt;rest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115901997566582272?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115901997566582272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115901997566582272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115901997566582272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115901997566582272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/digby-nails-it-on-american-torture.html' title='Digby Nails It on American Torture'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115898612437438039</id><published>2006-09-23T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:36:58.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing the Rubicon</title><content type='html'>The new torture "compromise" represents our final slide into the category of rogue nation.  We are now officially a nation that legalizes torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "compromise" eliminates habeas review of "enemy combatant" detentions (who the President can determine very broadly), it amends and modifies the War Crimes Act so CIA officials are immune from prosecution from violations of Geneva from 1997 until now, and it also modifies the War Crimes Act so we could only prosecute "grave" violations of Geneva Common Article 3.  Guess who determines what's grave??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did the Democrats do when our Nation's character was in the balance??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the water-boarding continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boringdiatribe.blogspot.com/2006/09/dear-democrats.html"&gt;Antonius&lt;/a&gt; describes exactly how I feel, other than kicking the gang of thugs in the balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm non-violent, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the devil came here yesterday. Yesterday the devil came here. Right here.  And it smells of sulfur still today."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115898612437438039?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115898612437438039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115898612437438039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115898612437438039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115898612437438039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/crossing-rubicon.html' title='Crossing the Rubicon'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115864797352741850</id><published>2006-09-19T02:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:39:33.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, New York Mets!!</title><content type='html'>2006 National League East Champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, say Hi to Casey and Gil for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115864797352741850?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115864797352741850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115864797352741850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115864797352741850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115864797352741850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/congratulations-new-york-mets.html' title='Congratulations, New York Mets!!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115853422666422765</id><published>2006-09-17T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:03:46.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Email to John Yoo</title><content type='html'>Dr. Yoo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with great sadness that I read your Op-Ed in today's Times, "How the Presidency Regained Its Balance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even sure what Constitution you read in law school; it must have been missing a few pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially depressing was your gloss about official US torture:  "It has detained terrorists without formal charges, interrogating some harshly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably spending a lot of time in your office in Washington, and at Berkeley, you don't really know what that sentence means.  It's not available online, but I suggest some good reading material for you this month is an article in this month's Harper's called "American Gulag."  One of the specific cases it relates is of a man who was arrested (along with his 12-year old son), tortured, and released, because he (and presumably his son) hadn't done anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to rehearse the arguments against torture, but as one of the legal architects of our torture policy, I can only hope that some brave magistrate, in a country with universal jurisdiction over war crimes, serves you with process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a direct line from your pen to water-boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Heights&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The power of the Executive to cast a man into prison without formulating any charge known to the law, and particularly to deny him the judgement of his peers, is in the highest degree odious and is the foundation of all totalitarian government whether Nazi or Communist."&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115853422666422765?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115853422666422765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115853422666422765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115853422666422765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115853422666422765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-email-to-john-yoo.html' title='My Email to John Yoo'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115812252786956518</id><published>2006-09-13T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:42:07.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Treadmills!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/utrTwJ6p0Jg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/utrTwJ6p0Jg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115812252786956518?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115812252786956518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115812252786956518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115812252786956518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115812252786956518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/treadmills.html' title='Treadmills!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115803087609851534</id><published>2006-09-11T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:23:35.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We have not forgotten, Mr. President. May this country forgive you.</title><content type='html'>Olbermann, again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly tonight a Special Comment on why we are here. Half a lifetime ago, I worked in this now-empty space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for 40 days after the attacks, I worked here again, trying to make sense of what happened, and was yet to happen, as a reporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the time, I knew that the very air I breathed contained the remains of thousands of people, including four of my friends, two in the planes and — as I discovered from those "missing posters" seared still into my soul — two more in the Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew too, that this was the pyre for hundreds of New York policemen and firemen, of whom my family can claim half a dozen or more, as our ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belabor this to emphasize that, for me… this was, and is, and always shall be, personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who claims that I and others like me are "soft", or have "forgotten" the lessons of what happened here — is at best a grasping, opportunistic, dilettante — and at worst, an idiot — whether he is a commentator, or a Vice President, or a President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. Of all the things those of us who were here five years ago could have forecast — of all the nightmares that unfolded before our eyes, and the others that unfolded only in our minds… none of us could have predicted… this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later this space… is still empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later there is no Memorial to the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later there is no building rising to show with proud defiance that we would not have our America wrung from us, by cowards and criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later this country’s wound is still open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years… later this country’s mass grave is still unmarked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later… this is still… just a background for a photo-op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beyond shameful.&lt;br /&gt;      —&lt;br /&gt;At the dedication of the Gettysburg Memorial — barely four months after the last soldier staggered from another Pennsylvania field, Mr. Lincoln said "we can not dedicate - we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lincoln used those words to immortalize their sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our leaders could use those same words to rationalize their reprehensible inaction. "We can nto dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground." So we won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead they bicker and buck-pass. They thwart private efforts, and jostle to claim credit for initiatives that go nowhere. They spend the money on irrelevant wars, and elaborate self-congratulations, and buying off columnists to write how good a job they’re doing — instead of doing any job at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later, Mr. Bush… we are still fighting the terrorists on these streets. And look carefully, sir — on these 16 empty acres, the terrorists… are clearly, still winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in a crime against every victim here and every patriotic sentiment you mouthed but did not enact, you have done nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;      —&lt;br /&gt;And there is something worse still than this vast gaping hole in this city, and in the fabric of our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, its symbolism — of the promise unfulfilled, the urgent oath, reduced to lazy execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only positive on 9/11 and the days and weeks that so slowly and painfully followed it… was the unanimous humanity, here, and throughout the country. The government, the President in particular, was given every possible measure of support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who did not belong to his party — tabled that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who doubted the mechanics of his election — ignored that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who wondered of his qualifications — forgot that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; History teaches us that nearly unanimous support of a government cannot be taken away from that government, by its critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can only be squandered by those who use it not to heal a nation’s wounds, but to take political advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorists did not come and steal our newly-regained sense of being American first, and political, fiftieth. Nor did the Democrats. Nor did the media. Nor did the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President — and those around him — did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They promised bi-partisanship, and then showed that to them, "bi-partisanship" meant that their party would rule and the rest would have to follow, or be branded, with ever-escalating hysteria, as morally or intellectually confused; as appeasers; as those who, in the Vice President’s words yesterday, "validate the strategy of the terrorists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They promised protection, and then showed that to them "protection" meant going to war against a despot whose hand they had once shaken… a despot who we now learn from our own Senate Intelligence Committee, hated Al-Qaeda as much as we did.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;The polite phrase for how so many of us were duped into supporting a war, on the false premise that it had ’something to do’ with 9/11, is "lying by implication."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;The impolite phrase, is "impeachable offense."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Not once in now five years has this President ever offered to assume responsibility for the failures that led to this empty space… and to this, the current, curdled, version of our beloved country.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Still, there is a last snapping flame from a final candle of respect and fairness: even his most virulent critics have never suggested he alone bears the full brunt of the blame for 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Half the time, in fact, this President has been so gently treated, that he has seemed not even to be the man most responsible — for anything — in his own administration.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Yet what is happening this very night?&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;A mini-series, created, influenced — possibly financed by — the most radical and cold of domestic political Machiavellis, continues to be televised into our homes.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;The documented truths of the last fifteen years are replaced by bald-faced lies; the talking points of the current regime parroted; the whole sorry story blurred, by spin, to make the party out of office seem vacillating and impotent, and the party in office, seem like the only option.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;How dare you, Mr. President, after taking cynical advantage of the unanimity and love, and transmuting it into fraudulent war and needless death… after monstrously transforming it into fear and suspicion and turning that fear into the campaign slogan of three elections… how dare you or those around you… ever "spin" 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;       —&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Just as the terrorists have succeeded — are still succeeding — as long as there is no memorial and no construction here at Ground Zero…&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;So too have they succeeded, and are still succeeding — as long as this government uses 9/11 as a wedge to pit Americans against Americans.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;This is an odd point to cite a television program, especially one from March of 1960. But as Disney’s continuing sell-out of the truth (and this country) suggests, even television programs can be powerful things.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;And long ago, a series called "The Twilight Zone" broadcast a riveting episode entitled "The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;In brief: a meteor sparks rumors of an invasion by extra-terrestrials disguised as humans. The electricity goes out. A neighbor pleads for calm.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly his car — and only his car — starts. Someone suggests he must be the alien. Then another man’s lights go on.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;As charges and suspicion and panic overtake the street, guns are inevitably produced.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;An "alien" is shot — but he turns out to be just another neighbor, returning from going for help.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;The camera pulls back to a near-by hill, where two extra-terrestrials areseen, manipulating a small device that can jam electricity. The veteran tells his novice that there’s no need to actually attack, that you just turn off a few of the human machines and then, "they pick the most dangerous enemy they can find, and it’s themselves."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;And then, in perhaps his finest piece of writing, Rod Serling sums it up with words of remarkable prescience, given where we find ourselves tonight.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;"The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices - to be found only in the minds of men.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;"For the record, prejudices can kill and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all its own — for the children, and the children yet unborn."&lt;br /&gt;       —&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;When those who dissent are told time and time again — as we will be, if not tonight by the President, then tomorrow by his portable public chorus — that he is preserving our freedom, but that if we use any of it, we are somehow un-American…&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;When we are scolded, that if we merely question, we have "forgotten the lessons of 9/11"… look into this empty space behind me and the bi-partisanship upon which this administration also did not build, and tell me:&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Who has left this hole in the ground?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;We have not forgotten, Mr. President.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;You have.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;May this country forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/2006/09/11/keith-olbermanns-special-commnet-on-bush-who-has-left-this-hole-in-the-ground-we-have-not-forgotten-mr-president-you-have-may-this-country-forgive-you/"&gt;Video here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115803087609851534?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115803087609851534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115803087609851534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115803087609851534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115803087609851534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-have-not-forgotten-mr-president-may.html' title='We have not forgotten, Mr. President. May this country forgive you.'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115794871934573213</id><published>2006-09-11T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:25:19.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rising</title><content type='html'>Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see nothin' in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Can't see nothin' coming up behind&lt;br /&gt;I make my way through this darkness&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me&lt;br /&gt;Lost track of how far I've gone&lt;br /&gt;How far I've gone, how high I've climbed&lt;br /&gt;On my back's a sixty pound stone&lt;br /&gt;On my shoulder a half mile line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Com on up, lay your hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house this morning&lt;br /&gt;Bells ringing filled the air&lt;br /&gt;Wearin' the cross of my calling&lt;br /&gt;On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Come on up, lay your hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits above and behind me&lt;br /&gt;Faces gone, black eyes burnin' bright&lt;br /&gt;May their precious blood forever bind me&lt;br /&gt;Lord as I stand before your fiery light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you Mary in the garden&lt;br /&gt;In the garden of a thousand sighs&lt;br /&gt;There's holy pictures of our children&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' in a sky filled with light&lt;br /&gt;May I feel your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;May I feel your blood mix with mine&lt;br /&gt;A dream of life comes to me&lt;br /&gt;Like a catfish dancin' on the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky of blackness and sorrow ( a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Sky of glory and sadness ( a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Sky of mercy, sky of fear ( a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Sky of memory and shadow ( a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life ( a dream of life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Come on up, lay your hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising&lt;br /&gt;Come on up for the rising tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115794871934573213?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115794871934573213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115794871934573213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115794871934573213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115794871934573213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/rising.html' title='The Rising'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115759809526639837</id><published>2006-09-06T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:26:52.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Led Zeppelin</title><content type='html'>So...it's been a VERY long time since I've posted any truly original content on this blog, and I know I can't skate by on reposting stuff I wrote almost five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The political situation has changed for the worse since I have actively blogged, and to be honest, I have had a real temptation to despair.  Things just seem SO overwhelming, and it's not just politics, it's the killing and bloodshed my tax money pays for, the blood on my hands.  I try to remain engaged, but sometimes I just get SO tired.  (My personal life is fine--I just take the ideals of my country seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So--what have I been doing lately??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been rediscovering Led Zeppelin, the first band I was ever into.  Back almost 30 years ago, I bought my first two rock albums.  They were &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Led-Zeppelin-IV-aka-ZOSO/dp/B000002J09/sr=1-1/qid=1157597303/ref=sr_1_1/002-3744099-3148011?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music"&gt;Led Zeppelin IV&lt;/a&gt; (Zoso, Untitled) and Love Gun, by Kiss (which had a cardboard "love gun" included).  I was in seventh grade in Catholic school, and I remember my homeroom teacher, a 1970s nun, played Stairway to Heaven for us in class, and gave us a very Christian interpretation of the lyrics.  As the lyrics are vaguely universalist, sure, that interpretation is plausible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents did not give me a LOT of crap about my taste in music, yet, nonetheless, I felt a little embarrassed that the noise coming out of the speakers was mine, that I was ALLOWED to have my own tastes.  (By the time I was in HS, I had gotten over that "fear" of "taste independence," and was confidently interested in what I was interested in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000002JSN/ref=m_art_pr_6/002-3744099-3148011?ie=UTF8"&gt;Physical Graffiti&lt;/a&gt; about the time it came out, and I think &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000002J0B/ref=m_art_pr_4/002-3744099-3148011?ie=UTF8"&gt;Houses of the Holy&lt;/a&gt;. I always thought it was weird that the song Houses of the Holy was on Physical Graffiti, and not on Houses of the Holy.  My favorite song on Physical Graffiti was In the Light.  Just WEIRD and cool stuff.  And a week before I started HS, I bought &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000002JSP/ref=m_art_pr_8/002-3744099-3148011?ie=UTF8"&gt;In Through The Out Door&lt;/a&gt;, Zep's last studio album.  In HS, though I didn't get into the rest of their catalog, it really was the background noise for many of those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for a fairly long time, I just lost interest, and, I guess, in theory, I kind of hated them.  They represent(ed) everything I don't like in music--long, long (sometimes bloated) songs.  And I was never much for cock rock--I fancy myself a lover of power pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That changed earlier this year, when I picked up IV; it's always been their most accessible album.  I was pleasantly surprised when I picked up Physical Graffiti--it still sounded STRANGE, but I remembered all the songs and liked most of them.  On a friend's recommendation, I picked up &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00008OWZC/ref=m_art_pr_12/002-3744099-3148011?ie=UTF8"&gt;How The West Was Won&lt;/a&gt;, and, yes, I know this is cliched, I was blown away, and, through the miracle of the same friend's MP3 collection, have been spending the past few days rediscovering their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music always brings back strong memories, and I'm having fun reacquainting myself with my 15-year old self.  With the benefit of 25 years of music listening, I can now see influences, and listen to things I've never listened to before in the recordings.  Hammer of the Gods, indeed!  And this time, I GET and LOVE Zep's presposterouness and occasional bloat.  They are the kings of blooz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valhalla, I am coming!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115759809526639837?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115759809526639837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115759809526639837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115759809526639837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115759809526639837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/led-zeppelin.html' title='Led Zeppelin'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115750377732434547</id><published>2006-09-05T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:49:37.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You No Sense of Decency, Sir??</title><content type='html'>Olbermann nails it again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is to our deep national shame—and ultimately it will be to the President’s deep personal regret—that he has followed his Secretary of Defense down the path of trying to tie those loyal Americans who disagree with his policies—or even question their effectiveness or execution—to the Nazis of the past, and the al Qaeda of the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in the same subtle terms in which Mr. Bush and his colleagues muddied the clear line separating Iraq and 9/11 -- without ever actually saying so—the President quoted a purported Osama Bin Laden letter that spoke of launching, “a media campaign to create a wedge between the American people and their government.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake here—the intent of that is to get us to confuse the psychotic scheming of an international terrorist, with that familiar bogeyman of the right, the “media.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President and the Vice President and others have often attacked freedom of speech, and freedom of dissent, and freedom of the press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Mr. Bush has signaled that his unparalleled and unprincipled attack on reporting has a new and venomous side angle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attempt to link, by the simple expediency of one word—“media”—the honest, patriotic, and indeed vital questions and questioning from American reporters, with the evil of Al-Qaeda propaganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That linkage is more than just indefensible. It is un-American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bush and his colleagues have led us before to such waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not drink again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the President’s re-writing and sanitizing of history, so it fits the expediencies of domestic politics, is just as false, and just as scurrilous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In the 1920’s a failed Austrian painter published a book in which he explained his intention to build an Aryan super-state in Germany and take revenge on Europe and eradicate the Jews,” President Bush said today, “the world ignored Hitler’s words, and paid a terrible price.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the true nature of al Qaeda and other international terrorist threats, to ceaselessly compare them to the Nazi State of Germany serves only to embolden them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More over, Mr. Bush, you are accomplishing in part what Osama Bin Laden and others seek—a fearful American populace, easily manipulated, and willing to throw away any measure of restraint, any loyalty to our own ideals and freedoms, for the comforting illusion of safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It thus becomes necessary to remind the President that his administration’s recent Nazi “kick” is an awful and cynical thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it becomes necessary to reach back into our history, for yet another quote, from yet another time and to ask it of Mr. Bush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you no sense of decency, sir?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115750377732434547?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115750377732434547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115750377732434547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115750377732434547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115750377732434547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-no-sense-of-decency-sir.html' title='Have You No Sense of Decency, Sir??'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115742615718919894</id><published>2006-09-04T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:15:57.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wrote This Four Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>...In response to a friend's email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had been wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 22, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Why would Iraq be concerned with justification one way &lt;br /&gt;or another? Did Hussein wait for justification before &lt;br /&gt;he took Kuwait? Or is Arab unification sufficient &lt;br /&gt;justification? &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's not like Bush II is waiting for any justification to "take Saddam out." This has been a policy in search of a justification for the past ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is a choice between ONE little Iraqi girl dying from American bombs or lower oil prices and the "honor" of the Bush family (which is what this has ALWAYS been about) I will choose the girl's life EVERY time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember that Bush I's State Department essentially gave Saddam the green light to invade Kuwait (do an Internet search on April Glaspie)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the evidence? We hear the phrase "weapons of mass destruction" every day. The argument, right now is this: "We know this Saddam guy is a really bad guy, and he is very keen to have weapons of mass destruction. We think he is probably doing a whole lot of research on them, though we are not sure how far along the research is or even if he has them. Did we mention that he &lt;br /&gt;wants them? And there is that Osama guy. We haven't caught him yet, but (I know this is a long sentence, but bear with me, it's War!) he (if he is still alive) and Al-Quaeda would really love to have some anthrax, maybe a portable nuclear device, or some smallpox, or maybe even a Scud (or two). Once Saddam has completed creating his weapons of mass destruction which we are sure he &lt;br /&gt;is making, he will get Osama on the horn (if he is still alive) and give Osama what he wants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when asked, how come we cannot bomb from the air, and why do we need an invasion force of 250,000, Rumsfeld chimes in: "these guys are so sneaky--even though we don't have complete evidence that Mr. Hussein has these weapons of mass destruction, it's because they are hidden and only a ground force will do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above speculation and non-evidence neglects the fact that Saddam, a secular Persian dictator, wants nothing to do with Osama and the Islamists.  (Though if we do invade, it actually makes it MORE likely Saddam and Osama will put their differences aside and become fast friends. It also makes it MORE likely that Saddam will use these weapons (if he has them).)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say, "But Tom, he has used gas on his own people." And I will say back at you that "he committed this war crime (which it was) when he was a U.S. client."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the debate? Unfortunately I could not watch Mr. Senator Biden's hearings on Iraq this week, though I read a lot about them in the paper. On one hand, I am happy that at least some of this stuff is being talked about in public; on the other hand, the hearings seem to be a little bit of a charade. The only point of view that was represented was the one that had already decided that Saddam must be removed and that some sort of invasion &lt;br /&gt;was inevitable. There was no-one there to refute that assumption. I really would have liked to have seen Scott Ritter (http://www.cnn.com/2002/WORLD/meast/07/17/saddam.ritter.cnna/), the former UN weapons inspector testify. Instead, the hearings were just about means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Bush and the Administration want out of this? Just Saddam dead? A pro-US (pro Big Oil) puppet? Parliamentary democracy? There is no sign that they have done any thinking about what a post-Saddam Iraq region would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are many dangers. Turkey, a US ally (which just abolished the death penalty the other day) doesn't want the Iraqi Kurds getting too much freedom; their own Kurds might start getting some ideas. Not to worry--Mr. Cheney visited Turkey last month to give the Turkish government assurances that we don't really give a damn about the Kurds. But I though Mr. Bush was clear that one of the reasons for war is Saddam's treatment of the Kurds... . (I guess the only conclusion is that we'll use the Kurds to say Saddam killed a bunch of them, but when push comes to shove... .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dangers--besides a likely collapse of the region into instability, there are other things to think about. What will Iran do? It's (at least rhetorically) part of the "Axis of Evil." At the very least, it might want some Iraqi territory. I do not know if that means it will enter what could very well become a general regional war, but I am sure the Administration knows, that's their job. What about Russia? Even though we won the Cold War, and are the only Hyper Power (I wish I had invented the term, but, alas, I did not! (http://www.wordspy.com/words/hyper-power.asp) left, Russia still has designs on the area. They have been building nuclear plants for Iran (though this week Putin said they might be stopping). What will they do? I am sure the Administration has figured that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things have to be discussed, IN PUBLIC, before we can even think about committing the country to a war like this. No-one in public life is asking or answering these questions. And whatever one thinks about the underlying issue(s), the Congress must not abdicate its power to declare war. We are not repelling an attack. Since the drumbeats of war have been beating at least since March, we have time, at the very least, for Congress to invoke the War Powers Act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (as citizens) have to ask: Is this war just? (Though I am not even sure if I buy just war theory anymore!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really all comes back to that girl and many like her who will die from bombs paid for by my tax dollars. I cannot, and I will never, support that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am complaining, so be it. I could not live with myself if I didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115742615718919894?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115742615718919894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115742615718919894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115742615718919894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115742615718919894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wrote-this-four-years-ago.html' title='I Wrote This Four Years Ago...'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115699069731748705</id><published>2006-08-30T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:18:17.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olbermann on Fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/2006/08/30/keith-olbermann-delivers-one-hell-of-a-commentary-on-rumsfeld/"&gt;Video at Crooks and Liars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who sees absolutes, where all other men see nuances and shades of meaning, is either a prophet, or a quack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald H. Rumsfeld is not a prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rumsfeld’s remarkable speech to the American Legion yesterday demands the deep analysis—and the sober contemplation—of every American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it did not merely serve to impugn the morality or intelligence -- indeed, the loyalty -- of the majority of Americans who oppose the transient occupants of the highest offices in the land. Worse, still, it credits those same transient occupants -- our employees -- with a total omniscience; a total omniscience which neither common sense, nor this administration’s track record at home or abroad, suggests they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissent and disagreement with government is the life’s blood of human freedom; and not merely because it is the first roadblock against the kind of tyranny the men Mr. Rumsfeld likes to think of as “his” troops still fight, this very evening, in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also essential. Because just every once in awhile it is right and the power to which it speaks, is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small irony, however, Mr. Rumsfeld’s speechwriter was adroit in invoking the memory of the appeasement of the Nazis. For in their time, there was another government faced with true peril—with a growing evil—powerful and remorseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That government, like Mr. Rumsfeld’s, had a monopoly on all the facts. It, too, had the “secret information.” It alone had the true picture of the threat. It too dismissed and insulted its critics in terms like Mr. Rumsfeld’s -- questioning their intellect and their morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That government was England’s, in the 1930’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It knew Hitler posed no true threat to Europe, let alone England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It knew Germany was not re-arming, in violation of all treaties and accords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It knew that the hard evidence it received, which contradicted its own policies, its own conclusions — its own omniscience -- needed to be dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English government of Neville Chamberlain already knew the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relevant of all — it “knew” that its staunchest critics needed to be marginalized and isolated. In fact, it portrayed the foremost of them as a blood-thirsty war-monger who was, if not truly senile, at best morally or intellectually confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That critic’s name was Winston Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we have no Winston Churchills evident among us this evening. We have only Donald Rumsfelds, demonizing disagreement, the way Neville Chamberlain demonized Winston Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History — and 163 million pounds of Luftwaffe bombs over England — have taught us that all Mr. Chamberlain had was his certainty — and his own confusion. A confusion that suggested that the office can not only make the man, but that the office can also make the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, did Mr. Rumsfeld make an apt historical analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excepting the fact, that he has the battery plugged in backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His government, absolute -- and exclusive -- in its knowledge, is not the modern version of the one which stood up to the Nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the modern version of the government of Neville Chamberlain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to today’s Omniscient ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, about which Mr. Rumsfeld is confused is simply this: This is a Democracy. Still. Sometimes just barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as such, all voices count -- not just his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had he or his president perhaps proven any of their prior claims of omniscience — about Osama Bin Laden’s plans five years ago, about Saddam Hussein’s weapons four years ago, about Hurricane Katrina’s impact one year ago — we all might be able to swallow hard, and accept their “omniscience” as a bearable, even useful recipe, of fact, plus ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to date, this government has proved little besides its own arrogance, and its own hubris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rumsfeld is also personally confused, morally or intellectually, about his own standing in this matter. From Iraq to Katrina, to the entire “Fog of Fear” which continues to envelop this nation, he, Mr. Bush, Mr. Cheney, and their cronies have — inadvertently or intentionally — profited and benefited, both personally, and politically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet he can stand up, in public, and question the morality and the intellect of those of us who dare ask just for the receipt for the Emporer’s New Clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what country was Mr. Rumsfeld raised? As a child, of whose heroism did he read? On what side of the battle for freedom did he dream one day to fight? With what country has he confused the United States of America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confusion we -- as its citizens— must now address, is stark and forbidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But variations of it have faced our forefathers, when men like Nixon and McCarthy and Curtis LeMay have darkened our skies and obscured our flag. Note -- with hope in your heart — that those earlier Americans always found their way to the light, and we can, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confusion is about whether this Secretary of Defense, and this administration, are in fact now accomplishing what they claim the terrorists seek: The destruction of our freedoms, the very ones for which the same veterans Mr. Rumsfeld addressed yesterday in Salt Lake City, so valiantly fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about Mr. Rumsfeld’s other main assertion, that this country faces a “new type of fascism.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was correct to remind us how a government that knew everything could get everything wrong, so too was he right when he said that -- though probably not in the way he thought he meant it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country faces a new type of fascism - indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I presumptuously use his sign-off each night, in feeble tribute, I have utterly no claim to the words of the exemplary journalist Edward R. Murrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never in the trial of a thousand years of writing could I come close to matching how he phrased a warning to an earlier generation of us, at a time when other politicians thought they (and they alone) knew everything, and branded those who disagreed: “confused” or “immoral.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, forgive me, for reading Murrow, in full:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty,” he said, in 1954. “We must remember always that accusation is not proof, and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men, not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were for the moment unpopular.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so good night, and good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115699069731748705?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115699069731748705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115699069731748705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115699069731748705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115699069731748705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/08/olbermann-on-fire.html' title='Olbermann on Fire!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115450073519677194</id><published>2006-08-02T02:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T02:38:55.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 25th Birthday, MTV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NwhcfqYjUww"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NwhcfqYjUww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115450073519677194?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115450073519677194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115450073519677194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115450073519677194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115450073519677194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-25th-birthday-mtv.html' title='Happy 25th Birthday, MTV!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115426807556437920</id><published>2006-07-30T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:01:15.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Endorses Lamont!</title><content type='html'>The New York Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 30, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Editorial&lt;br /&gt;A Senate Race in Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, Senator Joseph Lieberman’s seat seemed so secure that — legend has it — some people at the Republican nominating convention in Connecticut started making bleating noises when the party picked a presumed sacrificial lamb to run against the three-term senator, who has been a fixture in Connecticut politics for more than 35 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mr. Lieberman is now in a tough Democratic primary against a little-known challenger, Ned Lamont. The race has taken on a national character. Mr. Lieberman’s friends see it as an attempt by hysterical antiwar bloggers to oust a giant of the Senate for the crime of bipartisanship. Lamont backers — most of whom seem more passionate about being Lieberman opponents — say that as one of the staunchest supporters of the Iraq war, Mr. Lieberman has betrayed his party by cozying up to President Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This primary would never have happened absent Iraq. It’s true that Mr. Lieberman has fallen in love with his image as the nation’s moral compass. But if pomposity were a disqualification, the Senate would never be able to call a quorum. He has voted with his party in opposing the destructive Bush tax cuts, and despite some unappealing rhetoric in the Terri Schiavo case, he has strongly supported a woman’s right to choose. He has been one of the Senate’s most creative thinkers about the environment and energy conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this race is not about résumés. The United States is at a critical point in its history, and Mr. Lieberman has chosen a controversial role to play. The voters in Connecticut will have to judge whether it is the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mr. Lieberman sees it, this is a fight for the soul of the Democratic Party — his moderate fair-mindedness against a partisan radicalism that alienates most Americans. “What kind of Democratic Party are we going to have?” he asked in an interview with New York magazine. “You’ve got to agree 100 percent, or you’re not a good Democrat?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s far from the issue. Mr. Lieberman is not just a senator who works well with members of the other party. And there is a reason that while other Democrats supported the war, he has become the only target. In his effort to appear above the partisan fray, he has become one of the Bush administration’s most useful allies as the president tries to turn the war on terror into an excuse for radical changes in how this country operates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citing national security, Mr. Bush continually tries to undermine restraints on the executive branch: the system of checks and balances, international accords on the treatment of prisoners, the nation’s longtime principles of justice. His administration has depicted any questions or criticism of his policies as giving aid and comfort to the terrorists. And Mr. Lieberman has helped that effort. He once denounced Democrats who were “more focused on how President Bush took America into the war in Iraq” than on supporting the war’s progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, with a Republican president intent on drastically expanding his powers with the support of the Republican House and Senate, it is critical that the minority party serve as a responsible, but vigorous, watchdog. That does not require shrillness or absolutism. But this is no time for a man with Mr. Lieberman’s ability to command Republicans’ attention to become their enabler, and embrace a role as the president’s defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Armed Services Committee, Mr. Lieberman has left it to Republicans like Lindsey Graham of South Carolina to investigate the administration’s actions. In 2004, Mr. Lieberman praised Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld for expressing regret about Abu Ghraib, then added: “I cannot help but say, however, that those who were responsible for killing 3,000 Americans on September 11th, 2001, never apologized.” To suggest even rhetorically that the American military could be held to the same standard of behavior as terrorists is outrageous, and a good example of how avidly the senator has adopted the Bush spin and helped the administration avoid accounting for Abu Ghraib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lieberman prides himself on being a legal thinker and a champion of civil liberties. But he appointed himself defender of Attorney General Alberto Gonzales and the administration’s policy of holding hundreds of foreign citizens in prison without any due process. He seconded Mr. Gonzales’s sneering reference to the “quaint” provisions of the Geneva Conventions. He has shown no interest in prodding his Republican friends into investigating how the administration misled the nation about Iraq’s weapons. There is no use having a senator famous for getting along with Republicans if he never challenges them on issues of profound importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mr. Lieberman had once stood up and taken the lead in saying that there were some places a president had no right to take his country even during a time of war, neither he nor this page would be where we are today. But by suggesting that there is no principled space for that kind of opposition, he has forfeited his role as a conscience of his party, and has forfeited our support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lamont, a wealthy businessman from Greenwich, seems smart and moderate, and he showed spine in challenging the senator while other Democrats groused privately. He does not have his opponent’s grasp of policy yet. But this primary is not about Mr. Lieberman’s legislative record. Instead it has become a referendum on his warped version of bipartisanship, in which the never-ending war on terror becomes an excuse for silence and inaction. We endorse Ned Lamont in the Democratic primary for Senate in Connecticut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115426807556437920?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115426807556437920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115426807556437920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115426807556437920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115426807556437920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/07/times-endorses-lamont.html' title='Times Endorses Lamont!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115419907393756225</id><published>2006-07-29T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:51:13.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Inherit The Earth</title><content type='html'>The Replacements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking how nothing shocks anymore,&lt;br /&gt;The message read as it washed ashore&lt;br /&gt;Skies turn black as my eyes look down&lt;br /&gt;Written on the back are these words I've found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but we don't want it&lt;br /&gt;It's been ours since birth, what'cha doin' on it? &lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but we don't want it&lt;br /&gt;Layin' claim at birth, what'cha doin' on it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterfalls of grain flow through our hands&lt;br /&gt;We're too weak to stand and too weak to stray&lt;br /&gt;Big trees sway and the air is still&lt;br /&gt;Lovers climb at the top of a hill and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but we don't want it&lt;br /&gt;It's been ours since birth, what'cha doin' on it? &lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but we don't want it&lt;br /&gt;Laid our claim at birth, what'cha doin' on it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch the world from the padded cell&lt;br /&gt;And our eyes scream what our lips must quell&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{I've been told that the light shines darkness}&lt;br /&gt;{...it ain't quite the same}&lt;br /&gt;{the dark gales} {if I was off the wall then it's you I bring}&lt;br /&gt;{remains} {they're all frustration whales}&lt;br /&gt;Last bundle of twigs grew strong and young&lt;br /&gt;We can't hold our tongues at the top of our lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but don't tell anybody&lt;br /&gt;It's been ours since birth, and it's ours already&lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but don't tell anybody&lt;br /&gt;It's been ours since birth, and it's ours already&lt;br /&gt;We'll inherit the earth but don't tell anybody&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell a soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{mumble}&lt;br /&gt;I got my hands in my pockets and I'm waiting for the day to come&lt;br /&gt;(inherit the earth&lt;br /&gt;Inherit the earth...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115419907393756225?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115419907393756225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115419907393756225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTLJMSbEnn0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTLJMSbEnn0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115232388709303943?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115232388709303943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115232388709303943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115232388709303943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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celebration of the Fourth of July there will be many speeches about the young people who "died for their country." But those who gave their lives did not, as they were led to believe, die for their country; they died for their government. The distinction between country and government is at the heart of the Declaration of Independence, which will be referred to again and again on July 4, but without attention to its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Declaration of Independence is the fundamental document of democracy. It says governments are artificial creations, established by the people, "deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed," and charged by the people to ensure the equal right of all to "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." Furthermore, as the Declaration says, "whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or abolish it." It is the country that is primary--the people, the ideals of the sanctity of human life and the promotion of liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a government recklessly expends the lives of its young for crass motives of profit and power, while claiming that its motives are pure and moral, ("Operation Just Cause" was the invasion of Panama and "Operation Iraqi Freedom" in the present instance), it is violating its promise to the country. War is almost always a breaking of that promise. It does not enable the pursuit of happiness but brings despair and grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain, having been called a "traitor" for criticizing the U.S. invasion of the Philippines, derided what he called "monarchical patriotism." He said: "The gospel of the monarchical patriotism is: 'The King can do no wrong.' We have adopted it with all its servility, with an unimportant change in the wording: 'Our country, right or wrong!' We have thrown away the most valuable asset we had -- the individual's right to oppose both flag and country when he believed them to be in the wrong. We have thrown it away; and with it, all that was really respectable about that grotesque and laughable word, Patriotism."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If patriotism in the best sense (not in the monarchical sense) is loyalty to the principles of democracy, then who was the true patriot? Theodore Roosevelt, who applauded a massacre by American soldiers of 600 Filipino men, women and children on a remote Philippine island, or Mark Twain, who denounced it? Today, U.S. soldiers who are dying in Iraq and Afghanistan are not dying for their country; they are dying for Bush and Cheney and Rumsfeld. They are dying for the greed of the oil cartels, for the expansion of the American empire, for the political ambitions of the president. They are dying to cover up the theft of the nation's wealth to pay for the machines of death. As of July 4, 2006, more than 2,500 U.S. soldiers have been killed in Iraq, more than 8,500 maimed or injured. With the war in Iraq long declared a "Mission Accomplished," shall we revel in American military power and insist that the American empire will be beneficent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our own history is enough to make one wary. Empire begins with what was called, in our high school history classes, "westward expansion,"a euphemism for the annihilation or expulsion of the Indian tribes inhabiting the continent, in the name of "progress" and "civilization." It continues with the expansion of American power into the Caribbean at the turn of the 20th century, then into the Philippines, and then repeated Marine invasions of Central America and long military occupations of Haiti and the Dominican Republic. After World War II, Henry Luce, owner of Time, LIFE, and Fortune, spoke of "the American Century," in which this country would organize the world "as we see fit." Indeed, the expansion of American power continued, too often supporting military dictatorships in Asia, Africa, Latin America, the Middle East, because they were friendly to American corporations and the American government. The record does not justify confidence in Bush's boast that the United States will bring democracy to Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Americans welcome the expansion of the nation's power, with the anger this has generated among so many people in the world? Should we welcome the huge growth of the military budget at the expense of health, education, the needs of children, one fifth of whom grow up in poverty? Instead of being feared for our military prowess, we should want to be respected for our dedication to human rights. I suggest that a patriotic American who cares for her or his country might act on behalf of a different vision. Should we not begin to redefine patriotism? We need to expand it beyond that narrow nationalism that has caused so much death and suffering. If national boundaries should not be obstacles to trade-- some call it "globalization"--should they also not be obstacles to compassion and generosity? Should we not begin to consider all children, everywhere, as our own? In that case, war, which in our time is always an assault on children, would be unacceptable as a solution to the problems of the world. Human ingenuity would have to search for other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alternet.org/story/38463/"&gt;The original&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115203410048182112?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115203410048182112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115203410048182112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115203410048182112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115203410048182112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/07/howard-zinn-on-patriotism-and-fourth.html' title='Howard Zinn on Patriotism and the Fourth of July'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115198702792827076</id><published>2006-07-04T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:23:47.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let America Be America Again</title><content type='html'>by Langston Hughes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let America be America again.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be the dream it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be the pioneer on the plain&lt;br /&gt;Seeking a home where he himself is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(America never was America to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed-&lt;br /&gt;Let it be that great strong land of love&lt;br /&gt;Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme&lt;br /&gt;That any man be crushed by one above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It never was America to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, let my land be a land where Liberty&lt;br /&gt;Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,&lt;br /&gt;But opportunity is real, and life is free,&lt;br /&gt;Equality is in the air we breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's never been equality for me,&lt;br /&gt;Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? &lt;br /&gt;And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,&lt;br /&gt;I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.&lt;br /&gt;I am the red man driven from the land,&lt;br /&gt;I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek-&lt;br /&gt;And finding only the same old stupid plan&lt;br /&gt;Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the young man, full of strength and hope,&lt;br /&gt;Tangled in that ancient endless chain&lt;br /&gt;Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!&lt;br /&gt;Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!&lt;br /&gt;Of work the men! Of take the pay!&lt;br /&gt;Of owning everything for one's own greed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.&lt;br /&gt;I am the worker sold to the machine.&lt;br /&gt;I am the Negro, servant to you all.&lt;br /&gt;I am the people, humble, hungry, mean-&lt;br /&gt;Hungry yet today despite the dream.&lt;br /&gt;Beaten yet today-O, Pioneers!&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who never got ahead,&lt;br /&gt;The poorest worker bartered through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream&lt;br /&gt;In the Old World while still a serf of kings,&lt;br /&gt;Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,&lt;br /&gt;That even yet its mighty daring sings&lt;br /&gt;In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned&lt;br /&gt;That's made America the land it has become.&lt;br /&gt;O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas&lt;br /&gt;In search of what I meant to be my home-&lt;br /&gt;For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,&lt;br /&gt;And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,&lt;br /&gt;And torn from Black Africa's strand I came&lt;br /&gt;To build a "homeland of the free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said the free? Not me?&lt;br /&gt;Surely not me? The millions on relief today?&lt;br /&gt;The millions shot down when we strike?&lt;br /&gt;The millions who have nothing for our pay?&lt;br /&gt;For all the dreams we've dreamed&lt;br /&gt;And all the songs we've sung&lt;br /&gt;And all the hopes we've held&lt;br /&gt;And all the flags we've hung,&lt;br /&gt;The millions who have nothing for our pay-&lt;br /&gt;Except the dream that's almost dead today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, let America be America again-&lt;br /&gt;The land that never has been yet-&lt;br /&gt;And yet must be--the land where every man is free.&lt;br /&gt;The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME-&lt;br /&gt;Who made America,&lt;br /&gt;Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,&lt;br /&gt;Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Must bring back our mighty dream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, call me any ugly name you choose-&lt;br /&gt;The steel of freedom does not stain.&lt;br /&gt;From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,&lt;br /&gt;We must take back our land again,&lt;br /&gt;America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, yes,&lt;br /&gt;I say it plain,&lt;br /&gt;America never was America to me,&lt;br /&gt;And yet I swear this oath-&lt;br /&gt;America will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,&lt;br /&gt;The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,&lt;br /&gt;We, the people, must redeem&lt;br /&gt;The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.&lt;br /&gt;The mountains and the endless plain-&lt;br /&gt;All, all the stretch of these great green states-&lt;br /&gt;And make America again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115198702792827076?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115198702792827076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115198702792827076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115198702792827076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115198702792827076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/07/let-america-be-america-again.html' title='Let America Be America Again'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115198630394719127</id><published>2006-07-04T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:11:43.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There Was Once Another King George...</title><content type='html'>IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.&lt;br /&gt;He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.&lt;br /&gt;He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only. &lt;br /&gt;He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures. &lt;br /&gt;He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.&lt;br /&gt;He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.&lt;br /&gt;He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.&lt;br /&gt;He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.&lt;br /&gt;He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.&lt;br /&gt;He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.&lt;br /&gt;He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.&lt;br /&gt;He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.&lt;br /&gt;He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:&lt;br /&gt;For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:&lt;br /&gt;For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:&lt;br /&gt;For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:&lt;br /&gt;For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent: &lt;br /&gt;For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:&lt;br /&gt;For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences&lt;br /&gt;For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:&lt;br /&gt;For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:&lt;br /&gt;For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.&lt;br /&gt;He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.&lt;br /&gt;He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty &amp; perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.&lt;br /&gt;He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands. &lt;br /&gt;He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 56 signatures on the Declaration appear in the positions indicated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column 1&lt;br /&gt;Georgia:&lt;br /&gt;   Button Gwinnett&lt;br /&gt;   Lyman Hall&lt;br /&gt;   George Walton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column 2&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina:&lt;br /&gt;   William Hooper&lt;br /&gt;   Joseph Hewes&lt;br /&gt;   John Penn&lt;br /&gt;South Carolina:&lt;br /&gt;   Edward Rutledge&lt;br /&gt;   Thomas Heyward, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;   Thomas Lynch, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;   Arthur Middleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column 3&lt;br /&gt;Massachusetts:&lt;br /&gt;John Hancock&lt;br /&gt;Maryland:&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Chase&lt;br /&gt;William Paca&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Stone&lt;br /&gt;Charles Carroll of Carrollton&lt;br /&gt;Virginia:&lt;br /&gt;George Wythe&lt;br /&gt;Richard Henry Lee&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Harrison&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Nelson, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Francis Lightfoot Lee&lt;br /&gt;Carter Braxton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column 4&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania:&lt;br /&gt;   Robert Morris&lt;br /&gt;   Benjamin Rush&lt;br /&gt;   Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;   John Morton&lt;br /&gt;   George Clymer&lt;br /&gt;   James Smith&lt;br /&gt;   George Taylor&lt;br /&gt;   James Wilson&lt;br /&gt;   George Ross&lt;br /&gt;Delaware:&lt;br /&gt;   Caesar Rodney&lt;br /&gt;   George Read&lt;br /&gt;   Thomas McKean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column 5&lt;br /&gt;New York:&lt;br /&gt;   William Floyd&lt;br /&gt;   Philip Livingston&lt;br /&gt;   Francis Lewis&lt;br /&gt;   Lewis Morris&lt;br /&gt;New Jersey:&lt;br /&gt;   Richard Stockton&lt;br /&gt;   John Witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;   Francis Hopkinson&lt;br /&gt;   John Hart&lt;br /&gt;   Abraham Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column 6&lt;br /&gt;New Hampshire:&lt;br /&gt;   Josiah Bartlett&lt;br /&gt;   William Whipple&lt;br /&gt;Massachusetts:&lt;br /&gt;   Samuel Adams&lt;br /&gt;   John Adams&lt;br /&gt;   Robert Treat Paine&lt;br /&gt;   Elbridge Gerry&lt;br /&gt;Rhode Island:&lt;br /&gt;   Stephen Hopkins&lt;br /&gt;   William Ellery&lt;br /&gt;Connecticut:&lt;br /&gt;   Roger Sherman&lt;br /&gt;   Samuel Huntington&lt;br /&gt;   William Williams&lt;br /&gt;   Oliver Wolcott&lt;br /&gt;New Hampshire:&lt;br /&gt;   Matthew Thornton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115198630394719127?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115198630394719127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115198630394719127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115198630394719127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115198630394719127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-was-once-another-king-george.html' title='There Was Once Another King George...'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-115181572608692848</id><published>2006-07-02T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:48:46.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful World</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fWMJ8mtAus0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fWMJ8mtAus0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-115181572608692848?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/115181572608692848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=115181572608692848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115181572608692848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/115181572608692848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/07/beautiful-world.html' title='Beautiful World'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-114895532368735638</id><published>2006-05-29T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:15:23.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Dulce Et Decorum Est&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,&lt;br /&gt;Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,&lt;br /&gt;Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs&lt;br /&gt;And towards our distant rest began to trudge.&lt;br /&gt;Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots&lt;br /&gt;But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots&lt;br /&gt;Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!-An ecstasy of fumbling,&lt;br /&gt;Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;&lt;br /&gt;But someone still was yelling out and stumbling&lt;br /&gt;And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...&lt;br /&gt;Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,&lt;br /&gt;As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,&lt;br /&gt;He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in some smothering dreams you too could pace&lt;br /&gt;Behind the wagon that we flung him in,&lt;br /&gt;And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,&lt;br /&gt;His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;&lt;br /&gt;If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood&lt;br /&gt;Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,&lt;br /&gt;Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud&lt;br /&gt;Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-&lt;br /&gt;My friend, you would not tell with such high zest&lt;br /&gt;To children ardent for some desperate glory,&lt;br /&gt;The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est&lt;br /&gt;Pro patria mori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-114895532368735638?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/114895532368735638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=114895532368735638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114895532368735638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114895532368735638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Rex 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ground&lt;br /&gt;Brought home in boxes to a trumpet's sound&lt;br /&gt;No one sees them coming home that way&lt;br /&gt;Thousands buried in the grund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of children scarred for life&lt;br /&gt;Millions of tears for a soldier's wife&lt;br /&gt;Both sides are losing now&lt;br /&gt;Heaven takes them in&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of children scarred for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a chance to change our mind&lt;br /&gt;But somehow wisdom was hard to find&lt;br /&gt;We went with what we knew and now we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;But we had a chance to change our mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-114814245175538319?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/114814245175538319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-114645879317960953?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/114645879317960953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=114645879317960953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114645879317960953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114645879317960953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mission-accomplished-day.html' title='Happy Mission Accomplished Day!!'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-114550855702780859</id><published>2006-04-20T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:49:17.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst President in History?</title><content type='html'>From the latest Rolling Stone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George W. Bush's presidency appears headed for colossal historical disgrace. Barring a cataclysmic event on the order of the terrorist attacks of September 11th, after which the public might rally around the White House once again, there seems to be little the administration can do to avoid being ranked on the lowest tier of U.S. presidents. And that may be the best-case scenario. Many historians are now wondering whether Bush, in fact, will be remembered as the very worst president in all of American history.&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, after hours, I kick back with my colleagues at Princeton to argue idly about which president really was the worst of them all. For years, these perennial debates have largely focused on the same handful of chief executives whom national polls of historians, from across the ideological and political spectrum, routinely cite as the bottom of the presidential barrel. Was the lousiest James Buchanan, who, confronted with Southern secession in 1860, dithered to a degree that, as his most recent biographer has said, probably amounted to disloyalty -- and who handed to his successor, Abraham Lincoln, a nation already torn asunder? Was it Lincoln's successor, Andrew Johnson, who actively sided with former Confederates and undermined Reconstruction? What about the amiably incompetent Warren G. Harding, whose administration was fabulously corrupt? Or, though he has his defenders, Herbert Hoover, who tried some reforms but remained imprisoned in his own outmoded individualist ethic and collapsed under the weight of the stock-market crash of 1929 and the Depression's onset? The younger historians always put in a word for Richard M. Nixon, the only American president forced to resign from office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, though, George W. Bush is in serious contention for the title of worst ever. In early 2004, an informal survey of 415 historians conducted by the nonpartisan History News Network found that eighty-one percent considered the Bush administration a "failure." Among those who called Bush a success, many gave the president high marks only for his ability to mobilize public support and get Congress to go along with what one historian called the administration's "pursuit of disastrous policies." In fact, roughly one in ten of those who called Bush a success was being facetious, rating him only as the best president since Bill Clinton -- a category in which Bush is the only contestant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/profile/story/9961300/the_worst_president_in_history?rnd=1145468541266&amp;has-player=true&amp;version=6.0.8.1024"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My Pet Goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.  Lying about the reasons ("But the intelligence and facts were being fixed around the policy," the aluminum tubes, Nigerian yellowcake, discussions with Blair to get the Iraqis to shoot down a plane with fake UN colors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.  The prosecution of the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Rendition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Illegal spying on American citizens  (NSA scandal, DOD and FBI spying on and infiltrating peace groups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Katrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Medicare part D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Corporate looting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  From surpluses as far as the eye can see to deficits as far as the eye can see, in less than four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Income distribution policies not even worthy a banana republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Preventive war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Tactical nuclear strike on Iran??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  From everyone loving us on 9/12 to everyone hating us (totally with justification) now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst.  President. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-114550855702780859?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/114550855702780859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=114550855702780859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114550855702780859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114550855702780859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/04/worst-president-in-history.html' title='The Worst President in History?'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-114278050178198759</id><published>2006-03-19T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T10:06:26.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunately, We Were Right</title><content type='html'>No-one listened to the millions of us throughout the world who marched twice that year, once in February, and another time right after the war started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristero from &lt;a href="http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Digby&lt;/a&gt; speaks my mind this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No war on Iran either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristero:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We Told You So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by tristero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.nytimes.com/2006/03/19/opinion/19sun1.html?_r=1&amp;oref=slogin"&gt;Three years on, the Times finally gets it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last three years have shown how little our national leaders understood Iraq, and have reminded us how badly attempts at liberation from the outside have gone in the past.&lt;br /&gt;We told you so. And we weren't alone. The truth is that the majority of the entire world told you so. Long before March 19, 2003, a day as infamous as Dec 7, 1941. Or September 11, 2001 for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it again. I have never felt worse about knowing I was absolutely right than I did about the March of Folly. This was a lesson only incompetents unfit for public service needed to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it was - no, it is - inexcusable that the American press, including the New York Times, deliberately refused to report the real story of the run-up to war. They did so out of fear and out of greed. They were afraid of retaliation from the extreme-right Bush administration and their amen choirs. They were seduced with big bucks via increased ratings and sales from dramatic we-are-there imbedded coverage. There were also outright bribes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if the Times now does get it, they still see fit to cut the man personally responsible for opening the Gates of Hell more slack than he deserves. They write, "Chances are that at the time George W. Bush did not have an inkling of how badly he was being served by the decision makers at the Pentagon." Bullshit. Bush knew exactly what was going on. He knew he was being fed lies. And he knew he was deliberately feeding the American public lies. Look again at The Sixteen Words, my friends, every single syllable of which was carefully crafted to lie. Look at his body language as he told that lie and all the other ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Bush was in on the lying and inept planning from the start. As he was with the response to Katrina and every other disaster of his administration."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-114278050178198759?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/114278050178198759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=114278050178198759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114278050178198759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114278050178198759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/03/unfortunately-we-were-right.html' title='Unfortunately, We Were Right'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-114270250945821230</id><published>2006-03-18T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:21:49.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Letter to Chris Matthews</title><content type='html'>I was watching a clip from the March 15 edition of Hardball, where you and your panel suggested that yet another preemptive  attack on another country that poses no threat to us would be a political winner for Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same disinformation starts again, except all the old scripts have the letter N substituted for the letter Q.  An attack on Iran is psychotic, and we won't stand for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason he is at 33% is Iraq, Iraq, Iraq--2,400 American soldiers dead, over 20,000 casualties, between 30 and 100,000 Iraqis killed (as Tommy Franks infamously said, "we don't do body counts), any moral authority we had in tatters (torture, rendition, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unchristian and immoral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop cheerleading for death!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom English&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Heights&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-114270250945821230?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/114270250945821230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=114270250945821230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114270250945821230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114270250945821230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-letter-to-chris-matthews.html' title='My Letter to Chris Matthews'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-114121794184386091</id><published>2006-03-01T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:59:01.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here It Comes</title><content type='html'>For as far back as I can remember, I have always listened to Here Comes the Sun on March 1st. The Winter is almost over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Comes The Sun&lt;br /&gt;George Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;It's all right, it's all right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-114121794184386091?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/114121794184386091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=114121794184386091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114121794184386091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/114121794184386091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-it-comes.html' title='Here It Comes'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-113893122137150753</id><published>2006-02-02T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:47:01.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Island Discs</title><content type='html'>If I could only listen to 15 albums the rest of my life (not necessarily in this order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Rubber Soul--The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;2.  Revolver--The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;3.  Nebraska--Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;4.  Legend--Bob Marley and the Wailers&lt;br /&gt;5.  London Calling--The Clash&lt;br /&gt;6.  Complete Recordings (Box Set)--Robert Johnson&lt;br /&gt;7.  Sun Sessions--Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;8.  Girlfriend--Matthew Sweet&lt;br /&gt;9.  Oasis--Definitely Maybe&lt;br /&gt;10.  Johnny Cash--The Sun Years&lt;br /&gt;11.  Tim--The Replacements&lt;br /&gt;12.  Pretenders--Pretenders&lt;br /&gt;13.  Lifes Rich Pageant--R.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Born to Run--Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;15,  Chronic Town--R.E.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-113893122137150753?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/113893122137150753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=113893122137150753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/113893122137150753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/113893122137150753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/02/desert-island-discs.html' title='Desert Island Discs'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750672.post-113746785870323054</id><published>2006-01-16T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:17:38.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"We the People" Must Save Our Constitution</title><content type='html'>by Al Gore&lt;br /&gt;Constitution Hall, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, January 16 2006 12:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congressman Barr and I have disagreed many times over the years, but we have joined together today with thousands of our fellow citizens-Democrats and Republicans alike-to express our shared concern that America's Constitution is in grave danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of our differences over ideology and politics, we are in strong agreement that the American values we hold most dear have been placed at serious risk by the unprecedented claims of the Administration to a truly breathtaking expansion of executive power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we begin this new year, the Executive Branch of our government has been caught eavesdropping on huge numbers of American citizens and has brazenly declared that it has the unilateral right to continue without regard to the established law enacted by Congress to prevent such abuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is imperative that respect for the rule of law be restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, many of us have come here to Constitution Hall to sound an alarm and call upon our fellow citizens to put aside partisan differences and join with us in demanding that our Constitution be defended and preserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is appropriate that we make this appeal on the day our nation has set aside to honor the life and legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who challenged America to breathe new life into our oldest values by extending its promise to all our people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular Martin Luther King Day, it is especially important to recall that for the last several years of his life, Dr. King was illegally wiretapped-one of hundreds of thousands of Americans whose private communications were intercepted by the U.S. government during this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FBI privately called King the "most dangerous and effective negro leader in the country" and vowed to "take him off his pedestal." The government even attempted to destroy his marriage and blackmail him into committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This campaign continued until Dr. King's murder. The discovery that the FBI conducted a long-running and extensive campaign of secret electronic surveillance designed to infiltrate the inner workings of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, and to learn the most intimate details of Dr. King's life, helped to convince Congress to enact restrictions on wiretapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result was the Foreign Intelligence and Surveillance Act (FISA), which was enacted expressly to ensure that foreign intelligence surveillance would be presented to an impartial judge to verify that there is a sufficient cause for the surveillance. I voted for that law during my first term in Congress and for almost thirty years the system has proven a workable and valued means of according a level of protection for private citizens, while permitting foreign surveillance to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, just one month ago, Americans awoke to the shocking news that in spite of this long settled law, the Executive Branch has been secretly spying on large numbers of Americans for the last four years and eavesdropping on "large volumes of telephone calls, e-mail messages, and other Internet traffic inside the United States." The New York Times reported that the President decided to launch this massive eavesdropping program "without search warrants or any new laws that would permit such domestic intelligence collection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the period when this eavesdropping was still secret, the President went out of his way to reassure the American people on more than one occasion that, of course, judicial permission is required for any government spying on American citizens and that, of course, these constitutional safeguards were still in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, the President's soothing statements turned out to be false. Moreover, as soon as this massive domestic spying program was uncovered by the press, the President not only confirmed that the story was true, but also declared that he has no intention of bringing these wholesale invasions of privacy to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present, we still have much to learn about the NSA's domestic surveillance. What we do know about this pervasive wiretapping virtually compels the conclusion that the President of the United States has been breaking the law repeatedly and persistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A president who breaks the law is a threat to the very structure of our government. Our Founding Fathers were adamant that they had established a government of laws and not men. Indeed, they recognized that the structure of government they had enshrined in our Constitution - our system of checks and balances - was designed with a central purpose of ensuring that it would govern through the rule of law. As John Adams said: "The executive shall never exercise the legislative and judicial powers, or either of them, to the end that it may be a government of laws and not of men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An executive who arrogates to himself the power to ignore the legitimate legislative directives of the Congress or to act free of the check of the judiciary becomes the central threat that the Founders sought to nullify in the Constitution - an all-powerful executive too reminiscent of the King from whom they had broken free. In the words of James Madison, "the accumulation of all powers, legislative, executive, and judiciary, in the same hands, whether of one, a few, or many, and whether hereditary, self-appointed, or elective, may justly be pronounced the very definition of tyranny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Paine, whose pamphlet, "On Common Sense" ignited the American Revolution, succinctly described America's alternative. Here, he said, we intended to make certain that "the law is king."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vigilant adherence to the rule of law strengthens our democracy and strengthens America. It ensures that those who govern us operate within our constitutional structure, which means that our democratic institutions play their indispensable role in shaping policy and determining the direction of our nation. It means that the people of this nation ultimately determine its course and not executive officials operating in secret without constraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rule of law makes us stronger by ensuring that decisions will be tested, studied, reviewed and examined through the processes of government that are designed to improve policy. And the knowledge that they will be reviewed prevents over-reaching and checks the accretion of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A commitment to openness, truthfulness and accountability also helps our country avoid many serious mistakes. Recently, for example, we learned from recently classified declassified documents that the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, which authorized the tragic Vietnam war, was actually based on false information. We now know that the decision by Congress to authorize the Iraq War, 38 years later, was also based on false information. America would have been better off knowing the truth and avoiding both of these colossal mistakes in our history. Following the rule of law makes us safer, not more vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President and I agree on one thing. The threat from terrorism is all too real. There is simply no question that we continue to face new challenges in the wake of the attack on September 11th and that we must be ever-vigilant in protecting our citizens from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we disagree is that we have to break the law or sacrifice our system of government to protect Americans from terrorism. In fact, doing so makes us weaker and more vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once violated, the rule of law is in danger. Unless stopped, lawlessness grows. The greater the power of the executive grows, the more difficult it becomes for the other branches to perform their constitutional roles. As the executive acts outside its constitutionally prescribed role and is able to control access to information that would expose its actions, it becomes increasingly difficult for the other branches to police it. Once that ability is lost, democracy itself is threatened and we become a government of men and not laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President's men have minced words about America's laws. The Attorney General openly conceded that the "kind of surveillance" we now know they have been conducting requires a court order unless authorized by statute. The Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act self-evidently does not authorize what the NSA has been doing, and no one inside or outside the Administration claims that it does. Incredibly, the Administration claims instead that the surveillance was implicitly authorized when Congress voted to use force against those who attacked us on September 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This argument just does not hold any water. Without getting into the legal intricacies, it faces a number of embarrassing facts. First, another admission by the Attorney General: he concedes that the Administration knew that the NSA project was prohibited by existing law and that they consulted with some members of Congress about changing the statute. Gonzalez says that they were told this probably would not be possible. So how can they now argue that the Authorization for the Use of Military Force somehow implicitly authorized it all along? Second, when the Authorization was being debated, the Administration did in fact seek to have language inserted in it that would have authorized them to use military force domestically - and the Congress did not agree. Senator Ted Stevens and Representative Jim McGovern, among others, made statements during the Authorization debate clearly restating that that Authorization did not operate domestically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When President Bush failed to convince Congress to give him all the power he wanted when they passed the AUMF, he secretly assumed that power anyway, as if congressional authorization was a useless bother. But as Justice Frankfurter once wrote: "To find authority so explicitly withheld is not merely to disregard in a particular instance the clear will of Congress. It is to disrespect the whole legislative process and the constitutional division of authority between President and Congress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is precisely the "disrespect" for the law that the Supreme Court struck down in the steel seizure case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this same disrespect for America's Constitution which has now brought our republic to the brink of a dangerous breach in the fabric of the Constitution. And the disrespect embodied in these apparent mass violations of the law is part of a larger pattern of seeming indifference to the Constitution that is deeply troubling to millions of Americans in both political parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the President has also declared that he has a heretofore unrecognized inherent power to seize and imprison any American citizen that he alone determines to be a threat to our nation, and that, notwithstanding his American citizenship, the person imprisoned has no right to talk with a lawyer-even to argue that the President or his appointees have made a mistake and imprisoned the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President claims that he can imprison American citizens indefinitely for the rest of their lives without an arrest warrant, without notifying them about what charges have been filed against them, and without informing their families that they have been imprisoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, the Executive Branch has claimed a previously unrecognized authority to mistreat prisoners in its custody in ways that plainly constitute torture in a pattern that has now been documented in U.S. facilities located in several countries around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 100 of these captives have reportedly died while being tortured by Executive Branch interrogators and many more have been broken and humiliated. In the notorious Abu Ghraib prison, investigators who documented the pattern of torture estimated that more than 90 percent of the victims were innocent of any charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shameful exercise of power overturns a set of principles that our nation has observed since General Washington first enunciated them during our Revolutionary War and has been observed by every president since then - until now. These practices violate the Geneva Conventions and the International Convention Against Torture, not to mention our own laws against torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President has also claimed that he has the authority to kidnap individuals in foreign countries and deliver them for imprisonment and interrogation on our behalf by autocratic regimes in nations that are infamous for the cruelty of their techniques for torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our traditional allies have been shocked by these new practices on the part of our nation. The British Ambassador to Uzbekistan - one of those nations with the worst reputations for torture in its prisons - registered a complaint to his home office about the senselessness and cruelty of the new U.S. practice: "This material is useless - we are selling our souls for dross. It is in fact positively harmful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be true that any president really has such powers under our Constitution? If the answer is "yes" then under the theory by which these acts are committed, are there any acts that can on their face be prohibited? If the President has the inherent authority to eavesdrop, imprison citizens on his own declaration, kidnap and torture, then what can't he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dean of Yale Law School, Harold Koh, said after analyzing the Executive Branch's claims of these previously unrecognized powers: "If the President has commander-in-chief power to commit torture, he has the power to commit genocide, to sanction slavery, to promote apartheid, to license summary execution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that our normal safeguards have thus far failed to contain this unprecedented expansion of executive power is deeply troubling. This failure is due in part to the fact that the Executive Branch has followed a determined strategy of obfuscating, delaying, withholding information, appearing to yield but then refusing to do so and dissembling in order to frustrate the efforts of the legislative and judicial branches to restore our constitutional balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, after appearing to support legislation sponsored by John McCain to stop the continuation of torture, the President declared in the act of signing the bill that he reserved the right not to comply with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, the Executive Branch claimed that it could unilaterally imprison American citizens without giving them access to review by any tribunal. The Supreme Court disagreed, but the President engaged in legal maneuvers designed to prevent the Court from providing meaningful content to the rights of its citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conservative jurist on the Fourth Circuit Court of Appeals wrote that the Executive Branch's handling of one such case seemed to involve the sudden abandonment of principle "at substantial cost to the government's credibility before the courts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of its unprecedented claim of new unilateral power, the Executive Branch has now put our constitutional design at grave risk. The stakes for America's representative democracy are far higher than has been generally recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These claims must be rejected and a healthy balance of power restored to our Republic. Otherwise, the fundamental nature of our democracy may well undergo a radical transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more than two centuries, America's freedoms have been preserved in part by our founders' wise decision to separate the aggregate power of our government into three co-equal branches, each of which serves to check and balance the power of the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On more than a few occasions, the dynamic interaction among all three branches has resulted in collisions and temporary impasses that create what are invariably labeled "constitutional crises." These crises have often been dangerous and uncertain times for our Republic. But in each such case so far, we have found a resolution of the crisis by renewing our common agreement to live under the rule of law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principle alternative to democracy throughout history has been the consolidation of virtually all state power in the hands of a single strongman or small group who together exercise that power without the informed consent of the governed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in revolt against just such a regime, after all, that America was founded. When Lincoln declared at the time of our greatest crisis that the ultimate question being decided in the Civil War was "whether that nation, or any nation so conceived, and so dedicated, can long endure," he was not only saving our union but also was recognizing the fact that democracies are rare in history. And when they fail, as did Athens and the Roman Republic upon whose designs our founders drew heavily, what emerges in their place is another strongman regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have of course been other periods of American history when the Executive Branch claimed new powers that were later seen as excessive and mistaken. Our second president, John Adams, passed the infamous Alien and Sedition Acts and sought to silence and imprison critics and political opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his successor, Thomas Jefferson, eliminated the abuses he said: "[The essential principles of our Government] form the bright constellation which has gone before us and guided our steps through an age of revolution and reformation... [S]hould we wander from them in moments of error or of alarm, let us hasten to retrace our steps and to regain the road which alone leads to peace, liberty and safety."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest President, Abraham Lincoln, suspended habeas corpus during the Civil War. Some of the worst abuses prior to those of the current administration were committed by President Wilson during and after WWI with the notorious Red Scare and Palmer Raids. The internment of Japanese Americans during WWII marked a low point for the respect of individual rights at the hands of the executive. And, during the Vietnam War, the notorious COINTELPRO program was part and parcel of the abuses experienced by Dr. King and thousands of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in each of these cases, when the conflict and turmoil subsided, the country recovered its equilibrium and absorbed the lessons learned in a recurring cycle of excess and regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are reasons for concern this time around that conditions may be changing and that the cycle may not repeat itself. For one thing, we have for decades been witnessing the slow and steady accumulation of presidential power. In a global environment of nuclear weapons and cold war tensions, Congress and the American people accepted ever enlarging spheres of presidential initiative to conduct intelligence and counter intelligence activities and to allocate our military forces on the global stage. When military force has been used as an instrument of foreign policy or in response to humanitarian demands, it has almost always been as the result of presidential initiative and leadership. As Justice Frankfurter wrote in the Steel Seizure Case, "The accretion of dangerous power does not come in a day. It does come, however slowly, from the generative force of unchecked disregard of the restrictions that fence in even the most disinterested assertion of authority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second reason to believe we may be experiencing something new is that we are told by the Administration that the war footing upon which he has tried to place the country is going to "last for the rest of our lives." So we are told that the conditions of national threat that have been used by other Presidents to justify arrogations of power will persist in near perpetuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, we need to be aware of the advances in eavesdropping and surveillance technologies with their capacity to sweep up and analyze enormous quantities of information and to mine it for intelligence. This adds significant vulnerability to the privacy and freedom of enormous numbers of innocent people at the same time as the potential power of those technologies. These techologies have the potential for shifting the balance of power between the apparatus of the state and the freedom of the individual in ways both subtle and profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me: the threat of additional terror strikes is all too real and their concerted efforts to acquire weapons of mass destruction does create a real imperative to exercise the powers of the Executive Branch with swiftness and agility. Moreover, there is in fact an inherent power that is conferred by the Constitution to the President to take unilateral action to protect the nation from a sudden and immediate threat, but it is simply not possible to precisely define in legalistic terms exactly when that power is appropriate and when it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the existence of that inherent power cannot be used to justify a gross and excessive power grab lasting for years that produces a serious imbalance in the relationship between the executive and the other two branches of government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a final reason to worry that we may be experiencing something more than just another cycle of overreach and regret. This Administration has come to power in the thrall of a legal theory that aims to convince us that this excessive concentration of presidential authority is exactly what our Constitution intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This legal theory, which its proponents call the theory of the unitary executive but which is more accurately described as the unilateral executive, threatens to expand the president's powers until the contours of the constitution that the Framers actually gave us become obliterated beyond all recognition. Under this theory, the President's authority when acting as Commander-in-Chief or when making foreign policy cannot be reviewed by the judiciary or checked by Congress. President Bush has pushed the implications of this idea to its maximum by continually stressing his role as Commander-in-Chief, invoking it has frequently as he can, conflating it with his other roles, domestic and foreign. When added to the idea that we have entered a perpetual state of war, the implications of this theory stretch quite literally as far into the future as we can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This effort to rework America's carefully balanced constitutional design into a lopsided structure dominated by an all powerful Executive Branch with a subservient Congress and judiciary is-ironically-accompanied by an effort by the same administration to rework America's foreign policy from one that is based primarily on U.S. moral authority into one that is based on a misguided and self-defeating effort to establish dominance in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common denominator seems to be based on an instinct to intimidate and control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same pattern has characterized the effort to silence dissenting views within the Executive Branch, to censor information that may be inconsistent with its stated ideological goals, and to demand conformity from all Executive Branch employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, CIA analysts who strongly disagreed with the White House assertion that Osama bin Laden was linked to Saddam Hussein found themselves under pressure at work and became fearful of losing promotions and salary increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, that is exactly what happened to FBI officials in the 1960s who disagreed with J. Edgar Hoover's view that Dr. King was closely connected to Communists. The head of the FBI's domestic intelligence division said that his effort to tell the truth about King's innocence of the charge resulted in he and his colleagues becoming isolated and pressured. "It was evident that we had to change our ways or we would all be out on the street.... The men and I discussed how to get out of trouble. To be in trouble with Mr. Hoover was a serious matter. These men were trying to buy homes, mortgages on homes, children in school. They lived in fear of getting transferred, losing money on their homes, as they usually did. ... so they wanted another memorandum written to get us out of the trouble that we were in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Constitution's framers understood this dilemma as well, as Alexander Hamilton put it, "a power over a man's support is a power over his will." (Federalist No. 73)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, there was no more difference of opinion within the FBI. The false accusation became the unanimous view. In exactly the same way, George Tenet's CIA eventually joined in endorsing a manifestly false view that there was a linkage between al Qaeda and the government of Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of George Orwell: "We are all capable of believing things which we know to be untrue, and then, when we are finally proved wrong, impudently twisting the facts so as to show that we were right. Intellectually, it is possible to carry on this process for an indefinite time: the only check on it is that sooner or later a false belief bumps up against solid reality, usually on a battlefield."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever power is unchecked and unaccountable it almost inevitably leads to mistakes and abuses. In the absence of rigorous accountability, incompetence flourishes. Dishonesty is encouraged and rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, for example, Vice President Cheney attempted to defend the Administration's eavesdropping on American citizens by saying that if it had conducted this program prior to 9/11, they would have found out the names of some of the hijackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically, he apparently still doesn't know that the Administration did in fact have the names of at least 2 of the hijackers well before 9/11 and had available to them information that could have easily led to the identification of most of the other hijackers. And yet, because of incompetence in the handling of this information, it was never used to protect the American people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often the case that an Executive Branch beguiled by the pursuit of unchecked power responds to its own mistakes by reflexively proposing that it be given still more power. Often, the request itself it used to mask accountability for mistakes in the use of power it already has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, if the pattern of practice begun by this Administration is not challenged, it may well become a permanent part of the American system. Many conservatives have pointed out that granting unchecked power to this President means that the next President will have unchecked power as well. And the next President may be someone whose values and belief you do not trust. And this is why Republicans as well as Democrats should be concerned with what this President has done. If this President's attempt to dramatically expand executive power goes unquestioned, our constitutional design of checks and balances will be lost. And the next President or some future President will be able, in the name of national security, to restrict our liberties in a way the framers never would have thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same instinct to expand its power and to establish dominance characterizes the relationship between this Administration and the courts and the Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a properly functioning system, the Judicial Branch would serve as the constitutional umpire to ensure that the branches of government observed their proper spheres of authority, observed civil liberties and adhered to the rule of law. Unfortunately, the unilateral executive has tried hard to thwart the ability of the judiciary to call balls and strikes by keeping controversies out of its hands - notably those challenging its ability to detain individuals without legal process -- by appointing judges who will be deferential to its exercise of power and by its support of assaults on the independence of the third branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President's decision to ignore FISA was a direct assault on the power of the judges who sit on that court. Congress established the FISA court precisely to be a check on executive power to wiretap. Yet, to ensure that the court could not function as a check on executive power, the President simply did not take matters to it and did not let the court know that it was being bypassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President's judicial appointments are clearly designed to ensure that the courts will not serve as an effective check on executive power. As we have all learned, Judge Alito is a longtime supporter of a powerful executive - a supporter of the so-called unitary executive, which is more properly called the unilateral executive. Whether you support his confirmation or not - and I do not - we must all agree that he will not vote as an effective check on the expansion of executive power. Likewise, Chief Justice Roberts has made plain his deference to the expansion of executive power through his support of judicial deference to executive agency rulemaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Administration has supported the assault on judicial independence that has been conducted largely in Congress. That assault includes a threat by the Republican majority in the Senate to permanently change the rules to eliminate the right of the minority to engage in extended debate of the President's judicial nominees. The assault has extended to legislative efforts to curtail the jurisdiction of courts in matters ranging from habeas corpus to the pledge of allegiance. In short, the Administration has demonstrated its contempt for the judicial role and sought to evade judicial review of its actions at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most serious damage has been done to the legislative branch. The sharp decline of congressional power and autonomy in recent years has been almost as shocking as the efforts by the Executive Branch to attain a massive expansion of its power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was elected to Congress in 1976 and served eight years in the house, 8 years in the Senate and presided over the Senate for 8 years as Vice President. As a young man, I saw the Congress first hand as the son of a Senator. My father was elected to Congress in 1938, 10 years before I was born, and left the Senate in 1971.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Congress we have today is unrecognizable compared to the one in which my father served. There are many distinguished Senators and Congressmen serving today. I am honored that some of them are here in this hall. But the legislative branch of government under its current leadership now operates as if it is entirely subservient to the Executive Branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, too many Members of the House and Senate now feel compelled to spend a majority of their time not in thoughtful debate of the issues, but raising money to purchase 30 second TV commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have now been two or three generations of congressmen who don't really know what an oversight hearing is. In the 70's and 80's, the oversight hearings in which my colleagues and I participated held the feet of the Executive Branch to the fire - no matter which party was in power. Yet oversight is almost unknown in the Congress today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The role of authorization committees has declined into insignificance. The 13 annual appropriation bills are hardly ever actually passed anymore. Everything is lumped into a single giant measure that is not even available for Members of Congress to read before they vote on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members of the minority party are now routinely excluded from conference committees, and amendments are routinely not allowed during floor consideration of legislation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the United States Senate, which used to pride itself on being the "greatest deliberative body in the world," meaningful debate is now a rarity. Even on the eve of the fateful vote to authorize the invasion of Iraq, Senator Robert Byrd famously asked: "Why is this chamber empty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the House of Representatives, the number who face a genuinely competitive election contest every two years is typically less than a dozen out of 435.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And too many incumbents have come to believe that the key to continued access to the money for re-election is to stay on the good side of those who have the money to give; and, in the case of the majority party, the whole process is largely controlled by the incumbent president and his political organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the willingness of Congress to challenge the Administration is further limited when the same party controls both Congress and the Executive Branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Executive Branch, time and again, has co-opted Congress' role, and often Congress has been a willing accomplice in the surrender of its own power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for example at the Congressional role in "overseeing" this massive four year eavesdropping campaign that on its face seemed so clearly to violate the Bill of Rights. The President says he informed Congress, but what he really means is that he talked with the chairman and ranking member of the House and Senate intelligence committees and the top leaders of the House and Senate. This small group, in turn, claimed that they were not given the full facts, though at least one of the intelligence committee leaders handwrote a letter of concern to VP Cheney and placed a copy in his own safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I sympathize with the awkward position in which these men and women were placed, I cannot disagree with the Liberty Coalition when it says that Democrats as well as Republicans in the Congress must share the blame for not taking action to protest and seek to prevent what they consider a grossly unconstitutional program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, in the Congress as a whole-both House and Senate-the enhanced role of money in the re-election process, coupled with the sharply diminished role for reasoned deliberation and debate, has produced an atmosphere conducive to pervasive institutionalized corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Abramoff scandal is but the tip of a giant iceberg that threatens the integrity of the entire legislative branch of government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the pitiful state of our legislative branch which primarily explains the failure of our vaunted checks and balances to prevent the dangerous overreach by our Executive Branch which now threatens a radical transformation of the American system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call upon Democratic and Republican members of Congress today to uphold your oath of office and defend the Constitution. Stop going along to get along. Start acting like the independent and co-equal branch of government you're supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is yet another Constitutional player whose pulse must be taken and whose role must be examined in order to understand the dangerous imbalance that has emerged with the efforts by the Executive Branch to dominate our constitutional system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the people are-collectively-still the key to the survival of America's democracy. We-as Lincoln put it, "[e]ven we here"-must examine our own role as citizens in allowing and not preventing the shocking decay and degradation of our democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson said: "An informed citizenry is the only true repository of the public will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolutionary departure on which the idea of America was based was the audacious belief that people can govern themselves and responsibly exercise the ultimate authority in self-government. This insight proceeded inevitably from the bedrock principle articulated by the Enlightenment philosopher John Locke: "All just power is derived from the consent of the governed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intricate and carefully balanced constitutional system that is now in such danger was created with the full and widespread participation of the population as a whole. The Federalist Papers were, back in the day, widely-read newspaper essays, and they represented only one of twenty-four series of essays that crowded the vibrant marketplace of ideas in which farmers and shopkeepers recapitulated the debates that played out so fruitfully in Philadelphia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, when the Convention had done its best, it was the people - in their various States - that refused to confirm the result until, at their insistence, the Bill of Rights was made integral to the document sent forward for ratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is "We the people" who must now find once again the ability we once had to play an integral role in saving our Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here there is cause for both concern and great hope. The age of printed pamphlets and political essays has long since been replaced by television - a distracting and absorbing medium which sees determined to entertain and sell more than it informs and educates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln's memorable call during the Civil War is applicable in a new way to our dilemma today: "We must disenthrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty years have passed since the majority of Americans adopted television as their principal source of information. Its dominance has become so extensive that virtually all significant political communication now takes place within the confines of flickering 30-second television advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the political economy supported by these short but expensive television ads is as different from the vibrant politics of America's first century as those politics were different from the feudalism which thrived on the ignorance of the masses of people in the Dark Ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constricted role of ideas in the American political system today has encouraged efforts by the Executive Branch to control the flow of information as a means of controlling the outcome of important decisions that still lie in the hands of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Administration vigorously asserts its power to maintain the secrecy of its operations. After all, the other branches can't check an abuse of power if they don't know it is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when the Administration was attempting to persuade Congress to enact the Medicare prescription drug benefit, many in the House and Senate raised concerns about the cost and design of the program. But, rather than engaging in open debate on the basis of factual data, the Administration withheld facts and prevented the Congress from hearing testimony that it sought from the principal administration expert who had compiled information showing in advance of the vote that indeed the true cost estimates were far higher than the numbers given to Congress by the President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deprived of that information, and believing the false numbers given to it instead, the Congress approved the program. Tragically, the entire initiative is now collapsing- all over the country- with the Administration making an appeal just this weekend to major insurance companies to volunteer to bail it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take another example, scientific warnings about the catastrophic consequences of unchecked global warming were censored by a political appointee in the White House who had no scientific training. And today one of the leading scientific experts on global warming in NASA has been ordered not to talk to members of the press and to keep a careful log of everyone he meets with so that the Executive Branch can monitor and control his discussions of global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other ways the Administration has tried to control the flow of information is by consistently resorting to the language and politics of fear in order to short-circuit the debate and drive its agenda forward without regard to the evidence or the public interest. As President Eisenhower said, "Any who act as if freedom's defenses are to be found in suppression and suspicion and fear confess a doctrine that is alien to America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear drives out reason. Fear suppresses the politics of discourse and opens the door to the politics of destruction. Justice Brandeis once wrote: "Men feared witches and burnt women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The founders of our country faced dire threats. If they failed in their endeavors, they would have been hung as traitors. The very existence of our country was at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in the teeth of those dangers, they insisted on establishing the Bill of Rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is our Congress today in more danger than were their predecessors when the British army was marching on the Capitol? Is the world more dangerous than when we faced an ideological enemy with tens of thousands of missiles poised to be launched against us and annihilate our country at a moment's notice? Is America in more danger now than when we faced worldwide fascism on the march-when our fathers fought and won two World Wars simultaneously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is simply an insult to those who came before us and sacrificed so much on our behalf to imply that we have more to be fearful of than they. Yet they faithfully protected our freedoms and now it is up to us to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a duty as Americans to defend our citizens' right not only to life but also to liberty and the pursuit of happiness. It is therefore vital in our current circumstances that immediate steps be taken to safeguard our Constitution against the present danger posed by the intrusive overreaching on the part of the Executive Branch and the President's apparent belief that he need not live under the rule of law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I endorse the words of Bob Barr, when he said, "The President has dared the American people to do something about it. For the sake of the Constitution, I hope they will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special counsel should immediately be appointed by the Attorney General to remedy the obvious conflict of interest that prevents him from investigating what many believe are serious violations of law by the President. We have had a fresh demonstration of how an independent investigation by a special counsel with integrity can rebuild confidence in our system of justice. Patrick Fitzgerald has, by all accounts, shown neither fear nor favor in pursuing allegations that the Executive Branch has violated other laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republican as well as Democratic members of Congress should support the bipartisan call of the Liberty Coalition for the appointment of a special counsel to pursue the criminal issues raised by warrantless wiretapping of Americans by the President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, new whistleblower protections should immediately be established for members of the Executive Branch who report evidence of wrongdoing -- especially where it involves the abuse of Executive Branch authority in the sensitive areas of national security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, both Houses of Congress should hold comprehensive-and not just superficial-hearings into these serious allegations of criminal behavior on the part of the President. And, they should follow the evidence wherever it leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, the extensive new powers requested by the Executive Branch in its proposal to extend and enlarge the Patriot Act should, under no circumstances be granted, unless and until there are adequate and enforceable safeguards to protect the Constitution and the rights of the American people against the kinds of abuses that have so recently been revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, any telecommunications company that has provided the government with access to private information concerning the communications of Americans without a proper warrant should immediately cease and desist their complicity in this apparently illegal invasion of the privacy of American citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of communication is an essential prerequisite for the restoration of the health of our democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is particularly important that the freedom of the Internet be protected against either the encroachment of government or the efforts at control by large media conglomerates. The future of our democracy depends on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that along with cause for concern, there is reason for hope. As I stand here today, I am filled with optimism that America is on the eve of a golden age in which the vitality of our democracy will be re-established and will flourish more vibrantly than ever. Indeed I can feel it in this hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Dr. King once said, "Perhaps a new spirit is rising among us. If it is, let us trace its movements and pray that our own inner being may be sensitive to its guidance, for we are deeply in need of a new way beyond the darkness that seems so close around us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750672-113746785870323054?l=rexsaxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/feeds/113746785870323054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750672&amp;postID=113746785870323054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/113746785870323054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750672/posts/default/113746785870323054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexsaxi.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-people-must-save-our-constitution.html' title='&quot;We the People&quot; Must Save Our Constitution'/><author><name>Rex Saxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02895347259123881915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
