Thursday, February 04, 2010


I saw this:

And thought it was pretty funny, as well as dead on in describing Confgressional Democrats as a group.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

William Kunstler: Disturbing the Universe

I saw the Kunstler daughters on Democracy Now! tonight. They were talking about their new documentary. It's about their famous father. Here is the trailer:

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Bill Moyers: A True American Treasure

Sadly, PBS won't let you embed directly from the site, so i'll have to update later if they post the shows to YouTube. Just go here and watch the two parts:

Money-Driven Medicine, Part 1

Money-Driven Medicine, Part 2

And while all of it is worth paying attention to, pay attention to the last ten minutes of part two. It's sad that Obama is going back on one of his central campaign promises.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

AFL-CIO's Richard Trumka on Racism and Obama

Just watch:

I don't know about you, but that gave me chills. We need more like Mr. Trumka.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Manchester United & AIG

Kevin Drum makes a good point. Now that the US Government basically owns 80% of AIG, we are also the primary sponsors of probably England's most famous football club. Does that mean Americans can get free tickets for ManU matches?

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Song Lyrics

Since it seems Google is directing people looking for lyrics to Lost In The Flood to this site, I'll post the lyrics. You can also find them here.

Lost In The Flood

By Bruce Springsteen

The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"

That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint
Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
That is, nothin' left that you could sell
just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
Or was he just lost in the flood?
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
and Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
but he gets blown right off his feet
And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
Still breathing when I walked away
And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?