Actually I lifted this from
Tony Norman of the Pittsburg Post-Gazette. (Don’t ask how.)
"I am the god of the 1 percent. You shall have no other gods before me. I
help those who help themselves and visit poverty over many generations to those
who would redistribute the wealth that I have freely given to those who
luxuriate without guilt in my love. I reward the spirit of material excess
because I hate poverty and the poor who have rejected my ways.
"I am a vulgar god who never tires of the misery
perpetuated by those who exploit the resources of the planet for tax breaks and
personal gain. The smoke of belching coal plants and runoff from hydraulic
fracturing pleases me. Let those who refuse to rape the earth that I have made
in six days be accursed.
"I am the god of 'In God We Trust.' You shall have no
other gods before me. Give to the poor (if you must) out of your excess and at
your discretion. Don't be compelled by guilt. The poor don't need a safety net
as long as I, the god of the Koch brothers and Ayn Rand, lives in the heart of
every patriotic American. It is money that I love, not mercy for its own sake.
Mercy without conditions offends me.
"I am the god of the morally upright. I abhor
homosexuals, Democrats, mimes and all who believe in global warming. Those who
have AIDS can give all glory to me. It is by my hand that every dread disease
except obesity and cancer is visited upon the earth. Do not be fooled: I loathe
the followers of Lady Gaga. Women who refuse to submit to male authority are an
"Those who believe in me know evolution is a lie
straight from hell. The dinosaurs drowned during Noah's day because the ark
couldn't contain them. This is not a mystery if you believe science is evil
with all your heart.
"I am the god of war. I love violence and the mindless
proliferation of guns in every home. Horses and bayonets proclaim my glory over
the whole earth. That is why America is my blood-stained footstool. Guns don't
kill -- I do.
"I am the god of the Invisible Hand. I hate the 47
percent who siphon the productivity of my blessed Job Creators. On Election
Day, I will pour out my wrath on those who receive the mark of the Kenyan
Keynesian. Repent of your idolatrous liberalism, or else."
The only word
is disturbing. To see long time familiar places on a flat screen TV in a
foreign land that are ruined, wrecked, and under water. These are places where,
once upon a time, I hung with comrades, went about my business, flirted with
New York girls, or stumbled drunk in the dawn. The power is out. Streets are
dark. The elevators no longer function. The subway is a storm drain. The
traffic lights are dead. Automobiles have been thrown about like toys. Ranks of
yellow cabs are partially submerged. The bars and saloons I knew so well are
silent. What has become of The White Horse, The St. Mark’s Bar & Grill, The
Grass Roots, The Park Inn, Dan Lynch’s, Tramps, McAnn’s The Chameleon. Have
they been washed away or were they all ready gutted by yuppies or moved to
Williamsburg. It’s been a while.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the
coin, Hurricane Sandy produces a distinct Godzilla foreboding. A tropical
hurricane, wrapped in an arctic cold front, and driven inland by a rogue
jetstream was the stuff of science fiction or disaster movie, or else a
worst-case horror theory of extreme climate change in action. How long has it
been since Tokyo was simultaneously attacked by super-earthquake, tsunami, and
hard radiation? When the fuck do we get the message?
we’ve had the Swedes merchandising Motorhead vodka. And now the Japanese are
punting out Rolling Stones scotch. To celebrate the band’s 50th
anniversary Suntory Liquors will release a limited edition Rolling Stones 50th Anniversary
Whisky limited to 150 bottles. The press release doesn’t say how
much the damned stuff costs, but with tickets for the upcoming Stones’ shows in
London priced up to £400 you gotta figure the tab is more than a couple of yen.
I wonder if it’s rock & roll and I don’t think I like it.
whisky is a blend of carefully selected malts distilled and casked in milestone
years throughout the band's 50 year history, including a malt from the year the
band formed that has been long-aged inmizunara
(Japanese oak) casks. Its weighty, complex aroma calls to mind both dried
and ripened fruits, and even cacao and espresso, and its rich heaviness and
slight bitterness expand in the mouth with a velvety smoothness. The aftertaste
is a pleasant and expansive woodiness akin to the fragrance of the finest aloes
wood, and a soft smokiness.”
Click herefor Scrapper Blackwell and a more realistic perspective.