“VOTE SATAN FOR PRESIDENT: why settle for the lesser of two evils?!”
— Clyde Lewis

Though, a google search reveals that others have said it before. Say, for example, A bumper sticker in 1997.

John Negroponte, confirmed as ambassador to Iraq.

No votes?
Tom Harkin of Iowa, Mark Dayton of Minnesota, and Richard Durbin of Illinois.

There are occasional votes, when the vote-tally is overwhelmingly lop-sided, when one is able to ascertain some wheat from the chattle. Representative Ron Paul deserves some kudos for voting “no” on every superfluous piece of legislation that doesn’t actually do anything (and kudos for many, many other votes, actually). Russ Feingold deserves kudos for being the lone Senator voting against the Patriot Act. And Harkin, Dayton, and Durbin deserve kudos for voting “no” to John Negroponte.

(Note: this was posted roughly con-currently with everythingisrunined.

I heard a Lyndon LaRouche commercial on Portland’s “Air America” station at, oh… about 4 am or thereabouts.

Apparently he wants to get us out of Iraq (through negotiations with Egypt and Iran and… other middle eastern countries), form a security zone of some sort (I suppose it’d be an exclusionary zone by default), and…

That way we can move our resources back to solving the real pressing problems: the looming global economic collapse.

This is the gist of the 30 seconds.

Regarding the global economic collapse: the Art Bells and Jeff Renses are always insisting that it’d be wise to buy your way into gold. (After the Y2K scare petered out… the sentiment continues unabetted.)

I assume that that is the sentiment of the LaRouchites as well… (consider that Jeff Rense is quite sympathetic toward LaRouche.)

The George Soroses of the world are currently betting against the dollar. (Europe would end American hegenomy through trade… and with a unified Euro.)

That, too, feeds into the Gold commonities market fervor.

It’s worth noting that Osama Bin Laden has endorsed Gold.

Courtesy everything is ruined, I have been delivered to some commentary from first-rate psychiaitrist Charles Krauthammer…

We think of torture as the kind that Saddam practiced: pain, mutilation, maiming and ultimately death. We think of it as having a political purpose: intimidation, political control, confession and subjugation. What happened at Abu Ghraib was entirely different. It was gratuitous sexual abuse, perversion for its own sake.

Jihadists, like all totalitarians, oppose many kinds of freedom. What makes them unique, however, is their particular hatred of freedom for women. They prize their traditional prerogatives that allow them to keep their women barefoot in the kitchen as illiterate economic and sexual slaves. For the men, that is a pretty good deal — one threatened by the West with its twin doctrines of equality and sexual liberation.

You know… this general attitude* regarding this particular incident is leaving me horrified for the future of our nation.

Maybe I should read this book.… but it’d only depress me further.

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* See also Joseph Lieberman.

Linked here, because it won’t post.

Last time out, for mayor of Portland, I cast my mayorial vote for…

Shaun J. Fairlee.

There wasn’t a whole lot at stake. Either Mayor Katz would pass the 50 percent mark, and thus skip the general election, or she wouldn’t, and then would go up against (he who came in second) a pernucious and quite capable nineteen year old.

She just barely nicked past that 50 percent vote threshold. And thus Mayor Katz’s reign of terror moved on unabetted for yet another four years, with a supposed mandate to do her nefarious deeds.

This year is a bit different. Katz is history. The floodgates have opened. We now have a mixed bag to choose from. Lots of candidates. A few worth noting.

Jim Franesconi is the big party-machine cog, who will… probably win… if not in the primaries than in the general election.
The two that seem to divide the, quote-in-quote, “activist community”, seem to be: Phil Busse and Tom Potter.
James Posey has his contingency of voters.

And Jim Spagg was yanked from public access television, obstensibly for stealing office supplies but more likely for defecating feces on the air.

What more do you want to know about the very ubiqutious Extremo the Clown?

A Phil Busse supporter comes up to me. Asks me for my vote. “Sorry, I already voted.” I say. “Oh. Who’d you vote for.” “You don’t want to know. Not Busse.” “Just as long as you didn’t vote for Jim.” “Franesconi? Heck no!” “You voted for Tom, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Just as long as Jim doesn’t surpass the 50% mark. Thanks for voting.”

And now I make a confession.

I lied.

I voted for Extremo.

So sue me for not taking the process as seriously as I ought to.

You can download and print out a transcript of The Jesus Factor from this page of the site. (It generally takes about a week following the initial broadcast for the transcript to be edited and formatted.) This is the only place where you can access a transcript of this report. It is not available anywhere else.

In lieu of the transcript to the show, please enjoy Bushianity…

And the lyrics to the final Great Johnny Cash song:

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:
One of the four beasts saying: “Come and see.”
And I saw.
And behold, a white horse.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell follwed with him.