We Harbor Your Terrorist Bombers; But All Our Leakers Are Belong to Us?

July 8th, 2013

Today the AP reported an extremely sensible and troubling preemptive rejoinder by Castro – one so troubling and logical and irrefutable, in fact, that it is likely to be ignored entirely by the mainstream press.

“Castro also brought up the case of Luis Posada Carriles, an anti-Castro militant wanted in both Venezuela and Cuba for the 1976 bombing of a Cuban passenger plane that killed 73. Posada Carriles has been living in the United States since 2005. Multiple legal efforts to deport him have failed.”

If you’re not entirely familiar with Carriles, don’t feel too bad. His name has long been consigned to the “LOL we didn’t teach you about this in school in the section about the Cold War because it would have been too long” scrap heap. Now, Carriles may have denied his cooperation in one specific and extremely heinous act of terror, but let’s not forget the string of hotel and restaurant bombings in which all sides agree he was involved. Innocent victims who were just spending money in nightclubs, eating, and drinking… hmm, sounds oddly familiar to the sorts of pasttimes beloved by all freedom-loving people around the world who actively engage in economic patriotism.

If you need this spelled out for you clearly, America’s expectations that the rest of the world honor its sovereign attempts to bring to justice an obviously disinterested document leaker, while providing safe haven to the sorts of actors who, had they committed their crimes on American soil, might have prompted a trillion dollar international war – are beyond risible. But it is perfectly consistent with prior assessments of the dirt-cheap value of innocent foreign life. The State Department has so much egg on its face over the Snowden incident it’s starting to look like diplomatic bukkake at the U.N.: a little awkward but strangely eroticized, and no one’s ever quite sure how many people need to have a go before they stop watching the spectacle.

Dixie: Unfit for Full Self-Determination Until Your Parents and Grandparents Are All Dead

July 7th, 2013

‘”James “Jimmy” E. Wilson, born in 1903 or 1904, was an illiterate African-American handyman who was convicted of the crime of “burglary at night” and sentenced to death by an all-white jury in a Marion, Alabama court in 1958 for stealing $1.95 from an 82 year old white widow, Estelle Barker… An appeal against the death sentence was upheld by the State Supreme Court, which held that “the amount of the money … taken is immaterial.”‘

That’s a little overlooked gem I learned about from a recent New Yorker article, and immediately added to my permanent repertoire of indelible, disgraceful acts of  savagery perpetrated by the United States upon its own citizens – joining other perennial favorites like the execution of half-witted Ricky Ray Rector and Joe Arridy, and the Philadelphia police aerial firebombing of the MOVE compound that killed 5 children and destroyed 65 homes.

And that’s why it’s important to have federal oversight in the form of legislation like the Voting Rights Act. The South (as a righteous liberal northern city-dweller raised in Florida I’m not afraid to “look down” upon their moral capacity to govern themselves) is comprised in large part by “friendly neighbors” who will hold the door open for you with a smile and earnestly ask how ‘ya do, but who at the same time cannot be trusted to treat all their neighbors in a manner befitting members of a civilized society.

Quite frankly, Southern states with histories of prior civil rights abuses should not be eligible for considerations of electoral autonomy until AT LEAST every single person who was alive in 1958 (the year of the incident above) is dead and their bones have been committed to the earth. To all the southerners that look down on Mexico and thank their blessings that they entered this cycle of life north of the Rio Grande, please know that’s exactly how I feel about the country below the Mason-Dixon line. And I’m sure that’s exactly the way the Canadians regard us collectively, with the concerned pity anybody would feel towards a bigger brother with retard strength.