August 10, 2005:
The latest "dog that didn't bark" revelation comes from "Able Danger," still another (U.S. Army, this time) of the myriad of super-secret snoopers into the public's private affairs. They knew Atta and Company were plotting the WTC attack, couldn't do anything about it, couldn't tell the FBI, and—here's the part that makes you want to toss your cookies—it's all because there were laws prohibiting it. They're government, and the government never violates the law . . . My God—how cynical can you get?! If they string the "revelations" out a little more, no one will be able to remember what they're talking about. On the other hand, imagine how it all would have sounded if we'd heard it all at once. Don't hold your breath until that happens . . .

Meanwhile, a couple of our "führers" (it's the German word, I speak German, and our politicians bellow border to border, sea to sea, that they're "leaders") are on TV, selling their books concerning why the "dog didn't bark." Just coincidence, the timing. Of course.

I'm pretty underwhelmed about the dog. "I told you so" gets boring even for the guy who told you so. If I'm overwhelmed it's at overweening chutzpah of the CIA, Halliburton, the IMC (Industrial Military Complex) and their latest commercials effort. Hey, this stuff promotes war and that's their business (yeah, I also know that means warmongering—sometimes, definitions can be a bitch, can't they?). So we have the latest casualty figures from Iraq and Afghanistan on the flow strip (if at all), and the smoke screens like the Supreme Court nominee "battle" in Congress, Natalee Hollways's mom harassing the media's scapegoat for covering our complicity in the white slave trade, and the odious like every ten minutes all day. Like the casualty figures, things like the fact of the Bush League's cut of spending on our own highways, in order that he can blow up Iraq highways is carefully mollified by the best in the propaganda business, hidden behind the stench of some other red-herring "news." The way they mix this in order that George can get lemonade out of all his lemons is truly impressive. If we could only put these guys to solving the illegal immigration problem, we'd have something!

(Folks, in Texas we're being swamped under the veritable torrent of these people. The Bush League's invitation has flat driven them bonkers It's like the federals are holding a one-cent sale on tacos. Hell, we can't even handle all the damned old wreck cars they abandon when our totally overwhelmed sheriff and police departments look their way, much less the way they wipe their asses and throw the toilet paper in the corner, piss on the floor in the bathrooms (hitting a urinal instead of the sidewalk seems to require a little practice), and steal everything they can carry, haul, or drag away. Vicente, maybe you could include that in your next pamphlet instructing them how to evade the Border Patrol. Tell them the toilet paper goes in the stool (el excusado, señor), and setting up a few practice urinals doesn't seem like too much to ask.

The feds tell us it's "against the law"—in the U.S., isn't everything, anyway?—for us to stop or arrest—even report illegal aliens, it seems—and you'll be arrested if you do. Meanwhile, though, it's okay to give them food or money . . . Or a job.

Excuse me, but having relied with some success upon logic and reason all its time, my mind always seems to overheat in the effort of trying to understand the orchestrations and machinations of the federal form of government. If you can detect any thread, even a shred, or rationality in any of this, I'd enjoy to hear from you. Remember, though, I think.)

You know, I can't get over what's in that parenthetical aside. Here we are having the odiously-named Patriot Act rammed down our throats, we're paying new billions for a new "Homeland Security" Agency, we're invading country after country in a supposed effort to hunt down (or is it up?) terrorists, and the rest—and we're offering illegal aliens free medical care and medicine, social security benefits (that's while the program promises to go broke shortly), protection from the citizenry they're trying to maim and kill (to say nothing of bankrupt), education and social programs even our own citizen can't get, and a party every Cinco de Mayo day? Have you heard the old expression FUBAR?

So. What do we do about it? The people we have put in charge of all these things they're bungling and covering for with clever think-tank propaganda and behavioral science are obviously incompetent (you hire a mechanic, he takes the car apart and can't figure how to put it back together again, what is that?). They bungle everything they touch. They sell us out to the highest bidder, every time they get a chance (WHAT IN HELL DO YOU THINK LOBBYING IS ABOUT?). They cruise the world, pissing people off, picking fights, and looking for excuses to make war (I still want to know why it is that people like Halliburton are permitted to profit by a war that supposedly protects them and their interests as citizens), then sock it to us for the "security" they provide to protect us from the enemies they make.

What a racket! Profit by blowing it up, then profit by re-building it. Pick a fight and invite terrorists into the bedroom, then charge billions to stand guard. Which you don't—you just SAY you do—because you can exploit the "terrorist" after he's done his thing.

And behind our backs, in the halls of government and the industry controlling it, they call us "assholes." Even when they're being nice (meaning in public), they call us "subjects." When the Potomac's plenipotentiaries call you a citizen, his buddies in Gucci Gulch (the halls of Congress) are sneering. So is he.

And we deserve it. Peoples always get the government they deserve. That simple.

Already forty more this month . . .