A lecture of his is available here. Beware, it's about one and a half hour. There is a small reference at the end of what he calls 'banking pimps', those bankers in England, Switzerland, the U.S., etc., that are profiting from the billions of ill-gotten gains, securely tucked away, of Third World strongmen.
globeandmail.com: Interview with Gelber Prize winner Paul Collier
Canada, we know, will be a spoiler to such ideas as proposed here. Harper , we know, will fall into line with the U.S. yet again, in contrast to a saner view held by most of the other players. It's disgusting, embarrassing and despicable. And the liberals are right behind them. Politics at it's smelliest.
Employee benefits? Collective bargaining rights? I'm outta here!
Suggest reading the Mother Jones article.
Say Hillary, What About The Religious "Family" You Have Chosen To Be Part Of?
Wrapping up a nine-day overseas trip to Iraq, Vice President Dick Cheney was asked, in an exclusive interview with ABC News, about the effect on the nation of today's grim milestone of at least 4,000 U.S. deaths over the five-year Iraq war.
Noting the burden placed on military families, the Vice President said the biggest burden is carried by President Bush, and reminded ABC news that the U.S. military in Iraq and Afghanistan volunteered for duty.
Creeping neo-conservatism . Mini-Bush and co. coming to save us from ourselves. Anti women, anti-gay, anti-art, anti-Medicare, anti-think, anti-C.B.C., humorousless, pro-war, pro big business, pro integration, paranoid, holier than thou, Fredrick Hayak loving, petty, global warming skeptical, anal, derisive. I could go on and I just might. The really scary thing is that we might be stuck with this crew for a while. Oh, Canada!
Kurosawa Akira
Born this day in 1910, Japanese director Kurosawa Akira won worldwide acclaim with subtle, brilliantly composed films, such as Rashomon (1950), that combined Japanese historic themes with a Western sense of action and drama.
They used to show up from Storm Bay, up the inlet a ways. They would park their car at the "logging museum" as we used to call it, canoe down and take off to Vancouver or whatever. They said we could use their canoe whenever while they were away. So one fine morning after a coffee or whatever we thought we'd take them up on it. We decided we'd paddle up to Storm Bay which was a commune. So off we went. It took a while, funky old aluminum canoe that it was. We socialized with some of the people that were there and spent the night. The next morning we headed back down the bay. It turned out that there was a heavy head wind. We battled away and weren't getting anywhere. So T. suggests we should paddle up to the mouth of the bay and check out the Skookumchuck. So we started off making pretty good headway now. Effortlessly moving along. Well, it was such a beautiful day and this is all we had to do so we decided to drop a little sacrament. We didn't always have it around by any means but somehow this day we did.
I did most of my experimenting in Toronto I the mid-60's. We got into 'dropping' on Saturday night, as it would be quieter on Sunday, coming down ( as the man in the song said). We took it fairly seriously in those days- set and setting, all that stuff. Those were other times. One knew exactly how much one was taking and where it came from. It wasn't till later that things got weird. But that's another story.
So time went by and we got closer and closer to the chuck. I didn't know it at the time but the Skookemchuck ( native word: skooke- fast moving, chuck- rapids) was a tidal- bore where the Seshelt Inlet emptied into the larger ocean. It is a narrows, about a mile long, with a couple of islands in it, where the inlet, which is about 25 miles long, empties and fills. We had probably canoed about ten miles or so and I imagine were starting to feel the effects of what we had ingested. Suddenly we were being deluged by the water flow. We had to paddle to the opposite side for all that we were worth. Now we're in the back eddy with water falling off in sheets into monstrous whirlpools in the centre of it all. We would paddle a bit then would have to grab onto salal bushes as the water would tilt underneath us. While doing this every now and then there would be mink snarling at us, I guess thinking we were vying for the fish that would be smashed up along the rocks. I remember looking off at one of the moments and seeing this massive cabin cruiser out in the middle of it all, U.S. flag and all going around in circles with some character on the deck reading his charts! I'm not making this up.
I saw a tree trunk get spit out of the water as if from some kind of projectile. Swarms of seagulls were swooping around in a feeding frenzy. After what seemed like a lifetime or two we arrived at a still pool just what was known as Rocker Point, where we could pull our canoe out and kiss the earth (or rock in this case). Looking out from this point you could see a drop in the water level of about a foot it seemed. And the sound, a huge electric roar. The seaweed was bright red and green.
So there was no way we were going back through this monster so after catching our breath we journeyed on around the top of the peninsula to the town of Seshelt where we got a ride back to Tillicum Bay with canoe in toe. Oh yea, that was my first canoe trip. And that's the end of that story.
Sorry folks (or, you the cow in the back pasture) this blog is getting a little depressing. Good post though- well referenced. Good site!
The Existentialist Cowboy: CIA Holocaust Claims Twenty Million Victims.
Asia Times Online :: Japan News and Japanese Business and Economy.
Chalmers Johnson article. While on a visit there Chalmers was started on the path which led to his trilogy of books on “the empire” situation.
Asia Times Online
Pepe Escobar. I don't know where I was during the breakup of Yugoslavia but it keeps coming up. Now with the latest chapter I've been finding out more about it. This article puts a few pieces of the puzzle together.
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