rhetoricpig

Sandy.

mp3s, Emergency Stopover from the Assault on Precinct 13 soundtrack (the original foo'!), Hall of Heads by They Might Be Giants, and The Candy Song by Masters Of Reality, God they're good!

Rather here are a few excerpts from the Project for a New American Century's January 28th Letter to Congress on Increasing U.S. Ground Forces. PNAC'S not conspiracy theory, they're just some serious movers and shakers. And they are not just Republican. Here goes.

Dear Senator Frist, Senator Reid, Speaker Hastert, and Representative Pelosi:

The United States military is too small for the responsibilities we are asking it to assume. Those responsibilities are real and important. They are not going away. The United States will not and should not become less engaged in the world in the years to come.

And.

... it is our judgment that we should aim for an increase in the active duty Army and Marine Corps, together, of at least 25,000 troops each year over the next several years.

Wow! And.

Yet after almost two years in Iraq and almost three years in Afghanistan, it should be evident that our engagement in the greater Middle East is truly, in Condoleezza Rice's term, a "generational commitment."

Um, okay.

This nation can afford a robust defense posture along with a strong fiscal posture. And we can afford both the necessary number of ground troops and what is needed for transformation of the military.

Go on.

We do not propose returning to a Cold War-size or shape force structure. We do insist that we act responsibly to create the military we need to fight the war on terror and fulfill our other responsibilities around the world.

You're very pushy. Finally.

You will be serving your country well if you insist on providing the military manpower we need to meet America's obligations, and to help ensure success in carrying out our foreign policy objectives in a dangerous, but also hopeful, world.

Respectfully,

rhetoricpig
For the whole letter and list of signatories, go here.

Mp3 baby, YEAH, mpTHREE! Battle Hymn of the Technics Republic by General Patton vs. The X-Ecutioners. Flyawy Love Pt. 2 by Armand Van Helden. Ain't It Fun by Rocket From the Tomb. Ain't It Fun by Guns 'n' Roses. Rhetoricpig in the past, like his cloven namesake, has had a cathartic relationship with shit, thus r.piggy having seen Blair Witch 2 - Book of Shadows, four+ dozen times. From that wonderful piece of crap here's The Queens of the Stone-Age with Feel Good Hit of the Summer. And, quit lookin' at my dick! here's Cold Blooded by Rick James.

Our first bacon report begins with a particularly vexing pair of specimens. Large, inconsistent, overly fatty, but still possessed of a high-quality meat and cure. This bacon in general is apt to be cured to the maximum extreme rather than the minimum. I appreciate this and the small strip of like meat was savored as could be. An offensively large strip of fat I ripped to bits and added to my meal (maybe it would've been good in my coffee?). All in all on a still-nascent one through five bacon report scale this was a three. Keep in mind, this is a connoiseur's scale. Most if not all fast-food bacon would rank a zero, IHOP, Denny's and other nothin' bacons would rank a one. Two'n up are quality pork.

Today's mp3s are Too Much Love by LCD Soundsystem, Attitude by The Misfits, Cold Beverage by G Love and Special Sauce, A Little Is Enough by Pete Townshend and Raphael Rudd, and I Got a Bag of My Own by James Brown.

Fuckin' rhetoricpig's had a week or two. Lotsa school, the work type and the class type. Having special-needs preschoolers sneeze in your face can get old. I left my house. I went dancing. I talked to people at work and a couple of truly gorgeous girls, one an old friend I contacted, yes, I used to have friends. Did I mention I left my room?
Man, I feel like the sword of Damocles is always over this pig's head, or for the plebes, ya'know the wizard Shazam that gives Billy Batson his powers and he has this big stone throne and over it, hanging by a thread, is a huge stone block, like that. Though my problem's not when I'm on the throne.
Sometimes rhetoricpig fancies living in one of those 'group' homes, not the ones where they take you on trips to the store, but one that lets you walk to the store on your own. Yea.

I know I can bounce around and have some semblance of fun by using mania and too many drugs. But, I've decided not to do that anymore. I also know that growth takes place in the company of discomfort, translated for our librarian friend Nichole as 'the zone of proximal development'. I've also been more grounded, calm, and centered (take your pick) the last weeks... so I had to contact the girl that makes me the opposite of those things more than anybody.

The photo's somethin' I tweaked, original by Hexod.

My mp3 for you is Vapona, Not Glue by Aksak Maboul '77.

- Hypervelocity Rod Bundles: Bundles of Tungsten Rods fired from orbiting platforms at a moment's notice toward earth at 3,700 meters per second, accurate to a range of 8 meters and able to destroy even the most hardened target.

Ooooooh, so cool! But this doesn't mention their far and away unmatched ground-penetrating ability. Earthquake? But man, there's some fuckin' functional aesthetics for ya'!

One fresh mp3, weenies- AC/DC -What's Next To The Moon.

Metallica's Last Caress definitely deserved a comment. If you're not a metal fan, listen to the first 30 seconds for sheer lyrical prowess.

I thought David Bowie singing with Trent Reznor was worth a comment. But whatever.

And Harry Nilsson's The Game and Poli High absolutely cry out with earnest desire for your comment.

ZAGER AND EVANS = NO COMMENT?????????

mp3s- #9 and #10 from Tony, Toni, Tone's Sons of Soul, Gangsta Groove, Tonyies! In the Wrong Key. The Game and Poli High from Harry Nilsson's The Point. Here's Vic Damone's (not that Vic Damone's) Hot and Wet. Don't forget me bitches! Here's LCD Soundsystem giving you Thrills and Disco Infiltrator. Ho ho ho.

So it would seem I'm the only person that remembers seeing Firestarter or JFK or D.A.R.Y.L. or American Ninja or Rambo one, two, or three. I say this because these fine movies taught me at a young age to assume the worst about governments and power in general. So it takes somethin' to surprise me.

IRAN?! Sure, they don't know how to build a house properly, (the Bam earthquake'03 killed forty thousand due to the prevalence of large brick roofs atop wooden structures), but, DAMN, Iran is real big!

Rumsfeld is fucking awesome, lightning guns, super-ecstasy bombs, burrowing nukes and mini-nukes, LSD experiments, and robots with flags on their foreheads which will fight on long after all life is gone, all these are real projects that our fucking awesome defense secretary has proposed or run during his last 300 years as a liege of the dark. I made up the number 300 and that part about the flags. But the rest is true, we DO have a sci-fi fuck, comic book killer, cacklin' mad scientist runnin' things, controlling money and destructive power which would better be likened to the realm of stars. Personally, gives me a warmer feeling than one might assume. Luke.

As one of the Army's commanders you are at the forefront of the drive to stamp out alcohol and drug misuse in the Service.

I'm not one to assume sloppiness or ineptitude on the part of the US administration. I think most of their 'mistakes' are wholly purposeful, oops, my immigration plan didn't pass, oops, I've got no 'exit' plan, oops, I'm not gonna ban abortion, oops...

But I've yet to recognize the solid-footing of this 'oops'. It looks like the Iranian born and loyal head honcho Al- Sistani (or whatever) is gonna beat our man Allawi (or whatever). This seems like a sophmoric screw-up, maybe Bush believes in democracy. Howard Zinn doesn't think so.

- END - IRAN - PART 2 - TO BE CONTINUED -

Iran. Let's have a set-to and talk about Iran. First off, don't automatically assume I'm anti-war or against the success of the pillaging and rape-facilitating corporate mega-men. I'm approaching this from a more gestalt-oriented, aesthetic angle.

That out of the way, IRAN! Fucking Iran!

For moral guidance let us now turn to Metallica. Last Caress... SHIT! That didn't work out as expected. I thought we'd get some sort of Johnny-Gets-His-Gun type message like in One.

Not directly related mp3s- Nine Inch Nails with David Bowie. This caos is killing me (hearts filthy lesson). Hurt.

- END - IRAN - PART ONE - TO BE CONTINUED -

And a solemn request for information. So I really dig this album, but I don't know what it is. I think it's Russian. I think the band's named Faktor-2. It sounds sorta like folk-pop-rap. I have a letter by letter translation of the album title as V Nashem Stile. Here's two tracks, Prestuplenie(?), and Krasavica(?).

Zager and Evans, Woman and In The Year 2525.

No comedy from this pie-thief this post. Only honeyed gospel from two sixties horndogs.

'Hey, let's go down to the rally and see if we can pick up some loose hippy chicks.' 'Sure, is my beard long enough?'

THOUSANDS RALLY! CALL FOR PEACE, END TO WAR!