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You say you want a dumb question?

I had what, in the scheme of things, may be a pointless question (or perhaps one that’s already been done to death, and I just missed it): why are we “occupying” things?

I’m not asking what the point of the Occupy movement is, or why they’re using the tactics they are, but rather, why is it called “occupying” and is that a good idea? Isn’t the metaphorical point more to remove an occupation than to engage in one?

The original “Occupy Wall Street” actually makes sense: a parody of US foreign policy being visited upon on a tiny “foreign” nation whose inhabitants have probably caused more damage to this country than any terrorists are ever likely to.

But “Occupy Oakland”? “Occupy Boston”? If “we are the 99%”, then we are Oakland, we are Boston. Isn’t the real point that the 1% are occupying us? That we are, in effect, living under their puppet regime?

Wouldn’t it make sense to use language that implies we are actually defending our homes from an abusive force rather attempting to invade something? The message to our elected leaders rulers is not necessarily “we will overthrow you”, but perhaps more like “you’re killing us, and we aren’t going to take it anymore”. That at least has the potential to be turned into an invitation to return to being the government they were, in theory, democratically elected to be — that is if they truly can, in fact, figure out how not to be elitist, authoritarian, collaborationist “rulers” (an “if” which, in most cases, is probably more about moral high ground than realistic expectation).

The “occupy” message also has the potential to make those who don’t identify with the movement feel like their land is being invaded. It risks breaking the 99% into two groups, each of which thinks they are defending their homes and families from each other. The 1% always likes that.

This is probably all moot as the “Occupy” brand has already sailed, so to speak. Perhaps, the “we are the 99%” message is enough to counteract the metaphorical problems of “occupying”. Though I still wonder what different tactics and rhetoric might be considered if the underlying message was one of defense from, well, “colonization” might be the best word for it.

Sign Her Up

I heard an ad for this on the radio. I would like to sponsor a pledge drive for Prof. Ann Althouse to attend. The mix of likely 24 hour bar access, possible Norwalk virus and an emanated litany of grievances makes it an intriguing fantastia. Make it happen, friends. Make it happen.

Also, I heard Edgar Winter’s Frankenstein a few seconds later, and a connection between a hoary albino guitar legend and Edgar Winter was made.

OMBUDSMAN – CAROLS

Ombudsmen are never too neutral to get into the festive spirit!  For this reason, COBA has issued a book of properly neutral – carols for the – holiday season: so that ombudsmen everywhere can engage in muted celebration of this festive occasion without compromising their unbiased roles in society.  Here are a couple of sample carols:











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Merry -!

Nothing

Says mid-90’s video than obliquely angled compositions highlighted by purple sky. Aesthetically terrifying.

Wonderful tune, though. When was the last time anyone went out of their way to dig up a previous album’s ignored track in light of a surprise hit on the new one?

I can’t quite bring this to be song of the day because it is really song of almost 15 years ago, and that seems like the merest blink of an eye. Odd.

PSA

Things I have the time, inclination and privilege to worry or even think about

Since we’ve already been declared trivial, and we agree, I’d like to indulge for a brief second. When I listen to songs that I love, that provide some sort of human feeling or weird emotional resonance, I think is this the last time this song will work for me in this way? Kind of like when the hypothetical drugs stop working or your favorite food stops being your favorite or something just stops.

One song that I love [number 4 on the list], regardless now of how many times I’ve heard it, or how many choady DJs act like they’ve always loved it since two summers ago, but somehow their radio station only had the balls to play it since it took off in a movie trailer, and I have loved since the first second I heard it, and a song now that has had many, many lives do to the fact that its sample is essentially the perfect pace for any retrospective visual contemplation of anything.

I worry about when I won’t feel the same way. When I’ll just skip it when it comes on the shuffle.

Example 1, Pineapple Express Trailer:

Example 2, Slumdog Millionaire Clip (won’t spoil the film for you):

Saw the second today, and enjoyed the film. Some very sad and happy parts. Dickensian has been used to describe it, and I think that is accurate. Don’t let someone oversell you on it. I think it rises to the level of pretty good, but certain parts, especially in the first half were well done and strongly affecting, and of course “Paper Planes” used for a wonderful moment.

Ja Kogelo Wa!

In Kogelo, Kenya:

Shouts of ‘Ja Kogelo Wa!’ (Man from Kogelo) and ‘Obama Biro, yawne yoo’ (Obama is coming clear the way), rent the air. […] Mama Sarah said, “I could fall down with excitement at the airport when I will be invited to see him being sworn-in, this dream has come true.”

For those sick of all this celebrating, you can check out how this guy is feeling. Thinly veiled white supremacist? Or just someone who got the Fox News satellite implants? It’s probably worth noting that according to this exit poll, American whites elected McCain. (Way to go artificially-defined-group-of-people-who-have-the-same-skin-color-I-do!)

While my reasons will no doubt be different, it is probably inevitable that my own complaints about Obama will surface soon enough. For the moment though, jokers like that just give me more appreciation of kids like this:

US/Russia border held together by duck tape

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Inflation Strikes The Legal Defense Profession

Remember the quaint days of yore, when innocence percent sometimes approached 100?

Then it inched over into the mildly impossible and harmful imbalance economics of innocence and guilt.

Then defense attorneys struggled against the decreasing value of 100% innocence. Poor innocent offenders were being jailed because other offenders were going free, their innocence being pegged at the impossible value of 200%.

Uh ohs spaghettios.

How can anyone compete in this ever backsliding economy? There just isn’t enough innocence to go around, and it doesn’t have the value it used to.

Really never goes out of style

Room 125 – National Hotel-
Washington Jan 13/73

Dear Friend Douglass —
 I hope to see you here personally — but more than all — I want you to speak your strong word for the power & majesty of the Old Charter of Rights to protect all citizens under the [government] in their right to vote —
— you, with your old [Liberty Pants construction] of the U.S. Constitution must be in harmony with us that it guarantees a Republican form of gov’t in each state —& that a Repub. form must be based on the [freedom] and franchise of every class of U.S. citizens —
[Sincerely] yours
Susan B. Anthony

The “Friend Douglass” addressed in the salutation is Frederick Douglass. For those who wish to find fault with my decryption of Susan B.’s rather-short-of-gold-star penmanship, the original letter may be viewed in facsimile: pg 1, pg 2.

Words and phrases are in square brackets where I consider my reading less than certain. A more doctrinaire textual scholar than myself might note that the first two words of page two might plausibly be rendered “Liberty Party” rather than “Liberty Pants”, while a more rash one might plump for “Silvery Pork”.

Douglass was a longtime friend of Anthony; both lived in Rochester, New York for many years. Douglass, who usually was closely allied with the women’s movement of the day, had parted ways with them over suport for the 15th Amendment. In the end, however, that circumstance did not destroy his friendship with either Anthony or Elizabeth Cady Stanton. This letter is, perhaps, an indication that much of the tension had eased by the early 1870s.

In any case, Susan B. clearly thought it was time for some liberty pants, though it is not entirely obvious whether it is Douglass or the Constitution that she thought should be so accoutered.

Liberty pants should not be confused with serious pants.