Author: rakemag

  • Hegemony begins at home

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    You, yeah you. After we’re done with Iraq, you’re next. I don’t care if you are the U.S. Senate.

    Well, now we’ve entered the Bolton years. Imagine you are a country to which this guy has been sent to represent the United States. The first words out of his mouth are “We could cut off a chunk of your country and nobody would miss them.”

    Yup, you’d welcome him with open arms…especially if you knew what was good for you.

    Bolton himself aside, what’s really going on here is Bush is just serving up another big crap sandwich to anyone who gets in his way.

    “Hey Frist, you defy me on stem cells! Well, eat this.”

    “Hey McCain, you don’t think we should torture prisoners? Suck on this for a while, bitch.”

    The problem with Bush is he doesn’t know who his friends are…other than Cheney and Rove, of course…but they just keep him around because he’s cheaper than a pony. As I see it, Bush now thinks he doesn’t need to respect the Senate at all, even one that’s 55 percent Republican. He doesn’t care if some Republicans didn’t like Bolton enough to support him. He’s got the power and he’ll use it until stopped. He doesn’t care if most of the actual military veterans in the Congress are appalled by his stance on torture, he’ll veto the military expenditure bill if it contains torture prohibitions. And he really doesn’t care if the doctor in the Senate thinks stem cell research is a good idea, (and he doesn’t seem to care either that such research will just be done elsewhere in the world anyway) he’ll veto that, too.

    It’s time for the Senate to act like an equal branch of government. I sort of like the idea put forward by my friend over lunch today: you stick John Bolton up the world’s ass; we stick John Roberts up yours.

    Should be a fun summer.

  • Mommy, Cheri called me a name!

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    Liberals are all “Mr. Poopy Pants”

    Thanks to Cheri Pierson Yecke for truly raising the level of political discourse on not just the local, but even the national scene, in today’s Strib.

    It seems Cheri, who undoubtedly is still smarting from being called “Yucky” when she was up for the State Education Commissioner job, takes all us liberals to task for remarking that Linda Tripp, Condi Rice and our own local fave Katherine Kersten, are, shall we say, no rivals for Nicole Kidman.

    Now let’s examine where these observations may have come from. Let’s pretend we haven’t heard the numerous Republican references to the girth of Hillary Clinton’s ankles, and just admit that liberals (we are people after all, despite what Republicans think) have a bias against ugly.

    But I would argue that the ugly bias against Tripp, Rice and Kersten is more than skin deep.

    Tripp betrayed a friend’s confidence for her own financial gain, (which, incidentally, she used to pay for plastic surgery,) and made a private act between consenting adults tabloid fodder, and gave the Republican attack dogs a bone after they’d been unable to find Clinton actually doing anything impeachable despite six years of trying.

    Now, Rice. Yes she did get a Ph.D. when very young, as Yecke points out, but wasn’t it she who both ignored the intelligence memo “Bin Laden determined to attack within the U.S.” and then particpated in the lies that got us into Iraq? I wonder if all the disfigured American soldiers and Iraqi children think that’s ugly?

    Then, there’s Kersten. Not much to say there, except every one knows her unfounded attacks and unreported columns set a new low for journalistic standards everytime she bleats.

    What Yecke should keep in mind is that, when you shovel the prodigious quantities of horse dung that these three do, it’s inevitable that some will splatter all the way up to the face. And that’s hard not to notice.

  • You can fool some of the people some of the time

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    What comes out of the south end of a north-bound whale?

    The Pioneer Press (yeah we do read it occasionally, but mostly for nostalgic reasons–it used to be quite good before being taken over by the corporate creeps) had a story today about Mark Kennedy’s recent voting record. (Ok, it was from the Associated Press, but at least the PP posted it.)

    At any rate, the reporter put two and two together and came up with the theory that Kennedy was burnishing his image as a compassionate conservative and environmentalist to position himself to run for Senate in 2006.

    The story got it right. Kennedy is a slimy guy. You’ll notice by the vote totals that his vote would not have made any difference in the eventual outcome. It’s an old trick for the party leadership to allow “defections” by members in swing districts so they can say they actually voted for stuff…although they wouldn’t have done so without permission.

    Keep a couple more things in mind about Kennedy as the time to vote nears. Don’t forget who was in town last week to raise money for his campaign. And especially don’t forget the absolute slime he threw against Patty Wetterling in the congressional race last year. If you don’t remember, he called a woman whose son was abducted and probably murdered “soft on terrorism.”

    This guy is lower than whale droppings. He’d make even Bush lap dog Norm Coleman look like a great statesman. If Minnesota is stupid enough to elect him this time, I’m moving to Texas. There won’t be much difference.

  • Keeping our eye on the ball

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    “I’ll fire anyone who doesn’t lie, cheat or steal to get whatever he wants.”

    There’s even more news lately from the NY Times and the Washington Post about the Rove/Plame matter. Every little bit that comes out (the Post story clearly blows one of Rove’s defenses out of the water–that Plame’s name was not secret) shows more and more the Bush administration’s disregard for truth in any of its dealings leading up to or since the start of the Iraq war.

    But whether this is the liberals’ chance to get Rove over the Plame matter is completely secondary to the matter really at hand: when is the mounting evidence that these lying bastards MADE UP THE ENTIRE THING TO GET US INTO A WAR going to cause the American people to do the decent thing and impeach ’em all?

    Of course, it won’t happen. After all, we’ve got the bigger issues of the gay married terrorists to worry about. And it’s not our sons and daughters that are over there. We, and every member of Congress (save a couple) and this administration are too smart to let that happen while we can raise an army be impoverishing rural America.

  • Nine Nights of Music

    The best wedding bands don’t even know the chicken dance, or anything by the Village People. In conjunction with the Minnesota History Center’s “Happily Ever After” exhibit, this year’s outdoor Nine Nights of Music series showcases dream wedding bands playing music from around the world. August’s lineup opens with Piper’s Crow (above), a local Celtic group that reels off tunes from Irish, Scottish, and Cape Breton traditions. As August unfolds, we’ll hear how other cultures accompany their nuptials. Tarang, a Bhangra band, plays traditional Hindi celebration songs (August 9), Cafe Accordion Orchestra offers heady European airs (August 16), and the Bulgarian Orkestar Bez Ime closes the series with the moody romance numbers of the Balkans (August 30). 345 W. Kellogg Blvd., St. Paul; 651-296-6126; www.mnhs.org

  • Iris DeMent

    A couple of years ago, a scorching bit of celebrity gossip shocked the MPR-listening, granola-eating, prairie grass-planting fans of the contemporary folk scene: Singer-songwriters Greg Brown and Iris DeMent had secretly married. The couple keep their relationship strictly off the record (although once when we called Brown’s Iowa farmhouse, DeMent answered the phone, and we could hear breakfast cooking in the background), but the pairing is picture-perfect. Like Brown, DeMent writes smart, knowing, sometimes political, sometimes achingly personal songs set to warm country-folk music. We love her incomparable voice, and we’re hoping to hear it paired with Brown’s rumble sometime after they own up to their connubial affiliation. 651-290-1221, www.fitzgeraldtheater.org

  • Elvis Costello and the Imposters

    With his snarky stage name, a voice you’ve got to learn to love, and a maddening compulsion for jumping genres, Declan McManus has become a pop music icon almost in spite of himself. Why? Because his songcraft, when it jells just right, has yielded some of the best pop of the last several decades. From organ-driven dance numbers like “Pump It Up” to smoldering ballads like “Alison” and the best antiwar anthem ever, “(What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding,” Costello’s top-drawer tunes are simply unforgettable. His most recent album, the roots-tinged “The Delivery Man,” is an up-and-down affair with fewer instant classics than we hoped for. But hey, at least it’s not another collaboration with a string quartet or Burt Bacharach. 2004 Randolph Ave., St. Paul; 651-690-6700, www.stkate.edu/oshaughnessy

  • The Knitters, featuring X

    X may have emerged from the trash-strewn bowels of L.A., but it always had its finger on America’s rural music traditions. In fact, this offshoot of the legendary punk band excavated those roots long before MTV Unplugged and O Brother Where Art Thou made it cool to strum acoustic instruments and act like a hick. The Knitters’ 1985 album “Poor Little Critter on the Road” not only had a great title; it also made a bunch of hipsters think twice before trashing any tune with a banjo or accordion in it. Twenty years hence, the Knitters are back with a new album and returning to the road (like most all bands from twenty years ago, it seems, including their “parent” band). If X’s recent shows are any indication, these players haven’t lost any of their fire, and, in many ways, have only gotten better.

  • Eric Brende

    Now that even the Boundary Waters is full of cell phones and GPS units–there’s probably even a laptop in a dry bag up there somewhere–it seems there’s no escaping technology. MIT student Eric Brende started to question his addiction to this higher power source, and decided the only way to escape technology’s grip was to really get away. He and his wife moved to an off-grid community of Amish-like people he calls the “Minimites,” who use no electric machines and run a barter society exchanging homegrown food and goods. Better Off: Flipping the Switch on Technology chronicles the eighteen months Brende and his wife lived in the community. Apparently, they missed a few things; he now lives in St. Louis, where he works as a rickshaw driver. Coffman Memorial Union, 300 Washington Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-625-6564; www.bookstores.umn.edu

  • John Berger

    Berger is on the doorstep of eighty now, and for decades he has been one of the most elegant writers in the English language. He’s a master of the elegy and the vignette, and whether in the form of fiction or essay, his work has always had the long-view precision of a satellite photo. Berger’s enduring themes have been the power and pull of memory, the tangled messes and miracles of history, and human relationships. His latest, Here Is Where We Meet, which is described as “a fiction,” combines semi-autobiographical reveries and affectionate portraits of a diverse cast of characters from history and the authorÕs still-vivid imagination. Berger’s narrator spends a good deal of time meditating on a lavish dinner preparation for friends, and ranges across Europe and Asia in search of the dead that “don’t stay where they’re buried.”