Hammer Mill Days

Sittin' in a railway station, got a ticket for my destina-shun. Oooooooh. Ah yes, that brings me back. Back to all those lame gigs I played as a twenty something. Damn that sucked! Well, hello, my friends, and welcome to the Big Green saga on the Web, now in its... let's see... eighth year? Good god, man - that's nearly old enough to type . I could practically put this blog to work in an electronics factory in Nogales. (What's Spanish for, "One more electrocution and you're fired"??) The least it could do is key itself in. Work, work, work, that's all I ever do. That and sleep. And run from dinosaurs. Dinosaurs! That's right - the nauseating circumstances of our most recent posting. It seems the saying is true... that one about music soothing the savage beast. (Though it is taking some license to refer to that Dino song as "music", still... the principle applies.) We found that singing the Dino song was just comforting (or perhaps co...

Just call them Fido, because they rolled over again. Yes, friends... our Democratic controlled Congress handed Dubya Bush (mister 28% himself) a bill that in essence rewrites the foreign intelligence surveillance laws that have been in place since just after the Church committee back in the mid-1970s, enabling the Administration's intelligence services to listen in on phone conversation, read e-mails, etc., without a warrant, subject only to the approval of two guys appointed by the president - the attorney general (!) and the Director of National Intelligence. It was triangulation, of course, in the House - conservative and "centrist" Dems voting with Republicans to gain a majority; similar story in the Senate. Liberals voted against it, but the leadership could have scuttled it... and didn't. So there you go. As with the Iraq war supplementals, Congress has signed on to a very destructive and unpopular policy because they're afraid of being terror-baited by a pr...