Hammer Mill Days

Damn... dropped a hammer around here someplace. Now what the fuck happened to it? Marvin (my personal robot assistant)? Have you....? Wait, there it is on the ceiling, right where I dropped it. Sheesh. Ah, it's you again. Welcome, welcome. Just another brief peek into the wiggly world of Big Green and friends, now en route home from a brief Martian engagement to promote our yet-to-be-released second full-length studio album (that is to say, the album it self is full length, not the studio.... the studio is quite short), a feast for the ears we trust (not quite finished) and for the eyes, as well (not designed). Did I say "en route"? Well, I was taking some liberties there. Actually, we've gone on a bit of a detour, thanks to the boundless curiosity of President Lincoln (the positively-charged one), one of our erstwhile hangers-on, who decided to wrest the controls away from no one in particular and send us careering off into an entirely different celestial direction ...

The military establishment went to Congress this week to argue for that fat supplemental spending package Bush requested for the Iraq and Afghan wars. The air was thick with dire warnings. We don't have enough troops to defend the nation against attack. Half of the army's equipment is tied up. Without some $200 billion more in supplemental funding, civilian workers at military bases all across the country will be laid off for the holidays. How's that for rattling their little brass cup? I'll tell you, $470 billion per annum just doesn't buy what it used to. Seriously... you'd think with a budget of that magnitude, the Pentagon could find a way to keep both of Bush's phony wars going and still send all those defense department civilian employees home with a holiday bonus. So cancel a couple of useless weapons programs - you could do it with your eyes closed. I mean, isn't this exactly why you don't start wars for no good reason - because they're ...