Hammer Mill Days

Process that track. Delete that wave. Get a little drunk and then dig your grave. I don't know, what is the work song equivalent of my current occupation? Most professions have been reduced to someone sitting in front of a computer terminal, tapping away and grimacing. Here at Big Green, we are no exception. As I am now demonstrating, by sitting in front of a computer and typing. And grimacing. Sure, I know, we should perform. I think that's a marvelous idea. Right now, our performances are our podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN , which appears nearly every month right here on this channel (check local listings). We could haul our sorry, superannuated asses down to the local gin mill and slog through some of our hundreds (yes, literally hundreds) of songs, most of which have never been heard outside a small circle of friends, and I wouldn't rule that out. Maybe we'll do some Stage-It performances, or something like that. Who the hell knows? The main thing is (and this is im

Sure, there's a lot going on, and my inclination is to comment on some of it and leave the rest on the shelf. Hence, this is the week that was. Again. Iraq Redux. It's worth noting that Obama's 300 military advisers have arrived in the nation we destroyed, ready to counsel the leaders of one of Iraq's rump states on how to stitch the mangled limbs back onto the dismembered torso of that nation. I have heard a lot of T.V. commentator theories over the past few weeks about how this situation came to be, but perhaps only one U.S. based analyst - Steve Clemons at the Atlantic who has bothered to follow the money back from ISIS to their funders in Saudi Arabia, a nation our own John McCain and others have praised to the rafters for funding the Syrian opposition. Once again, we are staring down the barrels of our own guns, scratching our heads in wonder. Tea Party: zip. We had a primary here in upstate New York, the 22nd Congressional District, in which incumbent corpo