Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Incontrovertable evidence of life, is this sentence.


Wednesday, February 21, 2007



The cult had waited months for the saucers to arrive. All had been prepared. The "special kool-aid" was set out in pitchers near each bunk, for the faithful to drink, when the great moment arrived. Great leader Nu-Day knelt impressively by the burning incense pyre and chanted "Ommmmmm..." as the hands on the clock approached the fateful hour of midnight, when the chosen ones would depart on ether waves for the mother ship. Excitement was high. As the second hand reached the very top of its arc, midnight arrived. Nothing happened. An acolyte was dispatched to the window. "Do you see the ship?" ... "No , Master, no ship is here" They waited motionless. 12:15 passed. 12:30 passed. Finally at 1:23 A.M., great leader Nu-Day stood, let out a sigh, and exclaimed..."I do not know what to believe. I was positive the alien entities had spoken to my inner being, and that great catastrophes were starting at exactly midnight. In order to find out once and for all, just why our flying saucer did not arrive, we must call John Hall, and begin an Independent Assessment of Indian Point".

"Yes, Yes", they all exclaimed... "You are truly a great leader!" "An Independent Assessment!! Yes! Yes! Hallelujah Boogaloo!!"

And so it was that the Independent Assessment Cult was gloriously born, the night the saucers didn't come.

And why shouldn't Indian Point help us in our quest?

After all, it's just to find if our sacred cult doctrine is true or not!

A simple request !!

Monday, January 22, 2007


Its funny about Woodstock, and Woodstock II.

Woodstock was held out to us all as the founding moment of the new love-socialism, and a turning point in history. WoodstockII, held a single generation later, turned into an arson-fest and head-banging exhibition, as Greenday lost the right to their own band name by inciting mudfights, poopfights, and muggings. Kids by the thousands begged parents or friends via cellphone to rescue them from the mayhem, a dream forced to be real, and so not living up to its own advance billing.

So it just may be with Antinuke 1979, and its wan, paltry grandson, antinuke 2006.

Needing the megawatts, and not craving the rise in taxes that would follow the closing of our nuclear plants, the wised-up population of 2006 has seen it all before, and Helen Caldicott was a lot more convincing at age 33 than today, approaching age 83. Her geriatric rants, full of hate and paranoia do not seem to fit in a world where Viet Nam is a tourist destination, and Belfast is holding bus tours of its riot sites, for visiting Japanese in on the Princess line to see the old Titanic berth.

Was it Thomas Mann, or Beckett that said:
"You Can't go Home Again"

And maybe we can't. Maybe we shouldn't
Maybe yesterday's rousing causes are grotesque distractions when time-shifted 40 years on.
Maybe today's real problems demand our attention now.
Tell me.... are there any antinuclear marches in Darfur?

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