Hammer Mill Days

Got a bead on it yet, Trevor James? Try 16 degrees azimuth something-the-fuck... you know what I'm trying to say. Ready? Steady.... Fire rockets! No rockets? Well, then, let's just settle for etheric energy waves. Hello again. Yes, who would've thought it would come to this? Big Green fighting for the very ground we stand on. (We're standing our ground!) That's right - Big Green , the pacifist band; least rowdy motherfuckers on this rowdy motherfucking street we call music. Us... fighting over a broken down mill that isn't even ours. Oh, the shame of it all. (Somebody hand me a bar rag - there's a good chap.) But you know what they say - possession is nine-tenths of the law. (That's why exorcists do such a cracking good business 'round these parts.) What's that? No, we don't count the Cheney Hammer Mill amongst our possessions, strictly speaking, in as much as we don't "own" it. (Like that guy said on Kung Fu - "You can s...

Perennial presidential candidate John McCain made his way to a Baghdad market this week, surrounded by a phalanx of U.S. soldiers, security guards, and kevlar body armor, then returned to the nearby Green Zone (i.e. crusader castle) alive. God be praised! What are we to make of this great triumph? That the incalculable suffering of the past four years has somehow been worth it now that McCain and some other bonehead politicians can go shopping in downtown Baghdad under heavy guard? Not sure, but I think they could have done that more easily before they started this stupid war. (One can only hope they're not planning any shopping trips to Tehran in the near future.) It's obvious that McCain is playing to the idiot Republican base - those folks that would support Bush if he knifed their grandchildren in front of them. And the administration, desperate for any sign of success in Iraq, is more than glad to glom onto the senator's grandstanding. Watching all this, you have to t...