Not bad, musically. Pay no attention to the lyrics -- they're juvenile Marxism at best. Which makes sense, given that I was a juvenile Marxist at the time. I would soon outgrow this phase when I looked up one day and realized I was surrounded by morons. Sadly, not everyone experiences this epiphany, which might explain the NDP caucus.
I tried to be at least even-handed in my denunciation of militarism, pointing out that the Soviets were guilty of it too (the ZiL-27 reference, near the end of the song). Unfortunately, a visit to ZiL's Wikipedia page revealed no limo or armoured car with that model number. Ah well, I tried.
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August 2, 2010
Mercy Kill
Judging by the amount of smoke coming from it, this poor beast was not long for the world; but then the kindly Dr. Brick Kevorkian comes along to give it a gentle push into the beyond. If you watch only one machine snuff video this year, let this be the one.
That woman painted in silver is our very own Hedy Fry, MP for Vancouver Centre and quite the accomplished moron. A pity that the Goldfinger "epidermal suffocation" method of execution existed only in Ian Fleming's head. Impossible to kill, she seems to be an immortal form of life, not unlike toe fungus.
As for the Gauleiter (or should that be Gay-leiter?) wannabe on the truck: Here's a rainbow flag I'm sure he'd be proud to march under.
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August 3, 2010
The Rave Toilet
Some scientifically-minded types broke apart some 30+ glowsticks and dumped the contents into someone's (probably not theirs) toilet tank. The result? An e'er-shifting kaleidoscope in the bowl, the truly Technicolor toilet. Probably quite hypnotic if you're on ecstasy.
Warning: The language is about what you'd expect from a bunch of guys in a bathroom.
The Obama administration today filed an injunction in federal court which would require an immediate halt to cleanup efforts in the Gulf of Mexico currently under way by the forces of nature.
The move comes as analysts confessed they’re having difficulty finding the millions of gallons which have spilled into the Gulf from a BP Deepwater Horizon well during the past month and a half.
Citing a variety of regulatory violations, including a failure to seek permits or to file paperwork in a timely manner, as well as use of non-approved cleanup techniques and biological dispersants, the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) asked the federal judge to issue a cease-and-desist order until the government can complete a study of nature’s remediation efforts.
The study, funded by economic stimulus money in order to create jobs, will determine whether nature’s methodology comports with thousands of pages of federal regulation designed to protect citizens and wildlife from the harm often caused by activities that lack federal government sanction.
“If the oil continues to vanish at this rate without government approval,” said an unnamed EPA spokesman, “the American people face a threat worse than the initial spill: a crisis of confidence that could lead them to follow nature’s example, and to solve problems without waiting for action by the appropriate regulatory agency. I can assure you that nobody in Washington D.C. wants to see that happen.”
Has the creepy Julian Assange put Canadian or other troops in danger by printing secret US documents on WikiLeaks? Probably to some extent though I doubt they're paying it much mind. The Taliban are clearly unable to take on NATO forces in the field, save for the occasional IED strike or lucky bullet. More direct actions, like yesterday's futile attack on Kandahar airfield are, I am certain, welcome. Kind of breaks up the boredom; best of all, we don't have to go out looking for them. Nevertheless, our soldiers certainly know that the Taliban intend to try to kill, and so remain vigilant.
Are there legal repercussions for the reptile? Probably not from Canadian authorities at least. It'd be a pretty tough argument that a Canadian court's jurisdiction covered American classified documents; so it'd fall to the Americans to prosecute. With the likes of Obama and his useless AG Holder in power, that seems unlikely. Indeed, Assange recently said that "friends" (I use scare quotes because I doubt he has any real friends, just people who think along the same lines as him. What's scary is that there are probably several of them in the "White House.") in the administration have warned him from travelling to the US lest some rogue DA tries to indict him.
But there's another player, one with real skin in the game: The Afghans. And they might argue that Assange, who through laziness or stupidity or actual malice neglected to redact the names of civilians and government officials from the files, is directly complicit in war crimes. Indeed, the revenge might have already begun:
After WikiLeaks published a trove of U.S. intelligence documents-some of which listed the names and villages of Afghans who had been secretly cooperating with the American military-it didn’t take long for the Taliban to react. A spokesman for the group quickly threatened to “punish” any Afghan listed as having “collaborated” with the U.S. and the Kabul authorities against the growing Taliban insurgency. In recent days, the Taliban has demonstrated how seriously those threats should be considered. Late last week, just four days after the documents were published, death threats began arriving at the homes of key tribal elders in southern Afghanistan. And over the weekend one tribal elder, Khalifa Abdullah, who the Taliban believed had been in close contact with the Americans, was taken from his home in Monar village, in Kandahar province’s embattled Arghandab district, and executed by insurgent gunmen.
The violence may just be beginning. According to Agha Lali, the deputy head of Kandahar’s provincial council, threatening letters have been delivered to 70 elders in Panjwaii district. While it is unknown whether any of the men were indeed named in the WikiLeaks documents, it’s clear the Taliban believes they have been cooperating with Western forces and the Afghan government. One short handwritten note, shown to NEWSWEEK, said: “We have made a decision for your death. You have five days to leave Afghan soil. If you don’t, you don’t have the right to complain.” The screed, written on the letterhead of Mullah Mohammed Omar’s defunct Islamic Emirate of Afghanistan, bore the signature of Abdul Rauf Khadim, a senior Taliban official and former inmate at the American lockup in Guantánamo Bay, Cuba, who had been released into-and subsequently escaped from-Kabul’s custody last year.
Western governments would be reluctant to extradite (if there are even treaties in place) to countries like Afghanistan (and a good thing too, considering their laws re: blasphemy, etc.), but a strong case could be made at, say, The Hague that Assange bears responsibility for aiding illegal combatants.
Wait, what's this? The ABC (the Australian, not the American TV channel) blog Hungry Beast dug up an old web page that Assange put his thoughts, philosophy, and, um, poetry on:
I've always found women caught in a thunderstorm appealing … I found myself loving a girl who was a coffee addict. I would make a watery paste of finely ground coffee and surreptitiously smear this around my neck and shoulders before seducing her so she would associate my body with her dopaminergic cravings.
And the difficult issues about Abdulhaleem's guilt are completely ignored. At one point, Cate asks Shareef if he bought the fertilizer for the bombs (the court found he did, in fact, buy enough fertilizer to make a bomb three times as powerful as the one used in the Oklahoma City bombing) but, as Shareef’s about to answer, he is interrupted and the play moves on without ever coming back to that point.
The play also has no reference to one of the most damning indictments of the motives of the real Abdulhaleem: He suggested to his co-conspirators that not only could they spread terror by blowing up the Toronto Stock Exchange but that they could make a lot of money doing it by shorting the stock market. Morever, he suggested to his co-conspirators that they could be more terrorful, if you will, if they blew up something like the Square One shopping mall in Mississauga, Ont.
By the end of the piece, Shareef has gone to trial and is convicted. He tries to have the conviction set aside by claiming "entrapment" by CSIS and the RCMP. A judge - just a monotone, disembodied voice in the play - rejects the argument.
The play closes with Shareef and Cate ‘embracing’ by placing both their hands together on each side of the plexiglass window that separates them. Cate leaves. A single spotlight leaves Shareef frozen and wondering if his cats will be ok.
Oooh, a nice touch! You just know he's one of those sensitive cat people (not unlike the playwright, I'm guessing).
Our "professional" critics will of course see it differently; but had I a vote in the matter, this would surely qualify for "Worst of the Fringe."
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August 8, 2010
Warning Shots
Some of you might recall me posting some of this stuff about three years ago (this second onslaught was prompted by the discovery of many more tapes). At the time I wrote fairly extensively on the songs and quoted the lyrics of each (most were written down, but I had to transcribe some from the tapes). So I figured that I might as well just repost the originals, saving me bit of time in the process. Apologies if I repeat themes or explanations already covered; but, hey, lyrics!
When my cousin came over to record, we'd usually have a cup of coffee (occasionally stronger refreshments were served) before heading down to the basement. In September 1983 the radio was ablaze with the news that the Soviet Union had shot down a Korean Air Lines jumbo jet that had strayed off course on a flight from Alaska.
So we were listening to some of that, when, inspired, I wrote down the first verse and pushed it across the table to my cousin, who read it and laughed.
That is the acid test of songwriting, innit? Make your cousin laugh -- next stop, The Ed Sullivan Show!
You will no doubt be amazed that the whole of it came together in twenty minutes. You're thinking: No way! That couldn't have taken more than ten, fifteen minutes, tops. Well, yeah, but we had to work out the harmonies.
Speaking of which, I never knew before that moment that my cousin could ad-lib perfectly good "Yahoooos!" The things you learn in the pressure cooker of the recording studio.
It was at times like that, with the world trembling on the brink of war, that the media (this was our theory, anyway) would turn our way and exclaim: "There's a couple of guys with guitars! They must have something intelligent to say about all this!"
As it turned out, we didn't. Like that ever stopped us.
Rotten stinking Commie pinkos
Dirty Soviet tricky finkos
Hear this now, you murderous lackeys
Americans on that plane, by Cracky!
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Verse:
A thousand heat-seeking missiles
Fired in comradely warning
Trespassers in Soviet airspace
Will not live to see the morning
Unscheduled stopover in the Sea of Okhotsk
But a Boeing makes for a lousy boat
Water rushing in, cold and green
Boeing's even worse at making submarines!
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He goes on to offer a warning that all American religious freedom/free speech zealots currently siding with Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf who plans to build the Ground Zero mosque should pay attention to very closely. Ahlhaus pulls no punches and offers words that few of our own politicians have the courage to say:
"A purported cultural association shamelessly exploited the freedoms of our democratic state under the rule of law to recruit for holy war behind the scenes [emphasis added]. The association continuously promoted jihadist, aggressive and anti-democratic ideology and religious views in recent years. We do not tolerate organizations that are leveled against the constitutional order and the idea of understanding between cultures in an aggressive, militant way." He said that the association had a programme specifically designed to whip up hatred of "non-believers."
Omar Khadr's legal team hopes "to shame" a U.S. military judge during the Canadian-born terrorism suspect's prosecution, his Edmonton defence lawyer says.
"It's our intention and our hope during this trial to shame this judge -- which may be impossible," Dennis Edney said Monday from Cuba. "We hope we can shame the jury so they can really get a true picture of what Omar stands for."
It calls to mind the old legal adage: "If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the facts are against you, argue the law. If both the law and the facts are against you, attack the judge and jury with the powerful weapons of sarcasm and condescension."
That's sure to produce results!
To be sure, I didn't have much use for Mr. Edney previously. In fact, I would frequently (and loudly) deride him as "that lying Scottish twatwaffle."
But now I take it all (well, some of it) back. That lying Scottish twatwaffle is worth every penny he's extorted from the Canadian taxpayer. Cancel the candlelight vigils for Omar, 'cause he's not coming "home" soon.
As members of the international press looked on, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton rode on horseback through the streets of Kabul Monday, dragging the mutilated remains of Taliban leader Mullah Abdul Jalil through the dirt behind her. "Graaaaaggghh!" Clinton shouted as a frenzied crowd of supporters shot AK-47s into the air. Earlier in the day, Clinton had led a band of mercenaries through rugged mountain terrain to hunt down Jalil, whom the former senator eviscerated with a single stroke of her gleaming scimitar.
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August 15, 2010
Who Do You Know?
Just a short little song that didn't go too far, at least lyrically. More intriguing, at least for me, is the guitar riff I played on it. I think it's a slowed down variant of the "Call To The Post," the bugle tune played at horse races to get the jockeys to the starting gate. I'm not much of a gambler, but I did work for a couple of summers at the local racetrack as a runner (to pick up and drop off cash from the ticket booths/cashiers as required). As to why I featured it in the song . . . your guess is as good as mine.
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August 17, 2010
Yep, I Have To Get Up To Épée Sometimes Five, Six Times A Night. You?
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Nanny's Song
John Denver's "Annie's Song" kept on running through my mind while contemplating the ridiculous census "controversy." That first line in particular begs to be parodied.
1st verse:
You fill up my senses like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses come fill me again.
Becomes:
You fill out my census it's the right of the poorest
It's the 'crats in their glory, like Barack Hussein
The long form preserve it, like a weepy true Liberal
You fill out my census come fill it again
Don't ask me how Obama and the Democrats got in there; but being a bunch of creepy statists, I'm sure they'd be in favor of it. Ditto with Denver, who doubtless would have been an Obamabot had he lived.
I briefly considered doing the rest of the song but then came to my census (ha!) and had another beer instead.
For those of you who were too young to have heard the song or who were (blessedly) unconscious during the 70's, here's JD live in concert:
How many floors does Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf need for the mosque portion of this triumphal Islamic command center planned for the two building sites at 45-47 Park Place in New York City? Think about it: maybe 2 floors for the mosque itself and related offices. A 3rd floor for the swimming pool, a 4th for the 500 seat auditorium, a 5th for the halal restaurant and halal culinary school, a 6th for the art studios, the childcare center and library, a 7th for the gym and basketball court. Add an 8th floor for miscellaneous storage and offices. And then add a 9th floor for the September 11 memorial, an after-thought that was recently added to the Imam’s plan, although that may in fact be more of a room off to one side than a whole floor.
That leaves six mystery floors empty - or dedicated to other activities. Six floors - that’s a lot of offices, a lot of employees, maybe more than half of the 150 full-time and 500 part-time jobs the Imam says he’ll bring to Lower Manhattan. What are Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf’s plans for those six mystery floors?
Mr Stender's creation, which he has dubbed 'The School Time Jet-Powered School Bus', also fires out 80 foot flames from the back creating massive clouds of smoke.
Mr Stender, 43, said: "I built the bus for two reasons. The first is to entertain people because, come on, it's a jet bus.
The second, is to keep kids off drugs. Jets are hot, drugs are not."
Spoken, obviously, by a man who has never driven a jet-powered school bus while on drugs. It's everything you've ever heard, kids, and so, so much more.
There comes a moment in a failing presidency where the incumbent, through some single gesture, action, or statement, crosses a certain line from beyond which there is no return. Through his own will and behavior, he so underlines his failings, so frames his negative image, that no further action can ever erase it. Fate, accident, and circumstance have nothing to do with it. It is the president himself who puts the period at the end of his own sentence.
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The tide has gone out for Barack Obama. It is all epilogue from here on in.
I concur. Obama's a lame duck waddling.
It does clear up one thing, though. Those large parabolic recording dishes on the sides of his head?
Turns out they're prosthetic: Hammered out of 100%-pure tin.
While Duff, 22, made her fortune starring as Lizzie McGuire in the hit Disney television series and in PG-rated movies including A Cinderella Story, Comrie, 29, a free agent this off-season, is the heir to a $US500 fortune in Canada.
US$500? I'll bet that golddigging hussy's already got her eye on a deluxe double-wide in Malibu!
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August 22, 2010
Lech!
The first semi-serious song we tackled. The Lech! in question refers not to a lech(er), but to Lech Walesa, the Solidarity union leader, future President of Poland, and Nobel Peace Prize winner (when it still meant something). I really wasn't taking much of a position on the situation in Poland, other than to note that it was, uh, happening. I was more concerned with how danceable it was. So I put in handclaps.
Which, by the way, are difficult to record with only one microphone, no decent mike stands, and my flabby hands. Not to mention trying to do them while recording the vocals. Today, it'd be a snap to put them in, with a drum machine or any MIDI-compliant keyboard. Alas, such digital trickery was beyond our humble means.
As for the song, as I said, this was our first "semi-serious" attempt at one. Lyrics that weren't too goofy, and a few more radical concepts, like ending the song on approximately the same beat (openings were still sort of hit and miss). I recorded the bass too high, leading to a somewhat-muddied tone. But all in all, this was an important step for us.
Some of the references if you're not familiar with the times: The Pope refers to the newly-elected John Paul II, a key figure. He had made a triumphant return to Poland earlier that year. Wojciech Jaruzelski was a general (and controversial WWII hero) that the Communists installed to try and hold on to power. The ZOMOs were paramilitary riot police.
"This is like a metastasized anti-Semitism," said Daisy Khan, wife of Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf. "That's what we feel right now . . . And we are deeply concerned."
You know, I never would have picked her out as a vile Jewess (I'll bet the Imam is plenty surprised, too), but now we have it from her own filthy semitic lips.
And it's working! I've grown to hate her and the rest of her smelly tribe quite passionately!
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August 24, 2010
Smells Like Rockin' Robin
A mashup of the Jackson 5's "Rockin' Robin" with Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Amazingly, this works on some level. In other news, Kurt Cobain just phoned to let me know that he'll be killing himself again.
. . . if the United Nations gets its way, we might all soon be adding creepy-crawlies to our weekly shopping lists. The UN is considering strategies to cut levels of meat consumption worldwide as part of its commitment to stamp out famine and cut global warming.
And it claims livestock, such as cows and pigs, requires too much space and fodder to be an energy-efficient source of food for the everexpanding population.
Ultimately, it argues, there’s simply not enough land for us all to eat roast beef.
And so the UN Food & Agriculture Organisation is urging us to try other alternatives, including insects.
No problemo. Get back to me the day after your new multi-limbed (and no, lobsters don't qualify) cuisine hits the UN cafeteria.
Non-Muslim nations continue to bear the brunt of demonstrating the compassion and generosity that the petrodollar-glutted Gulf nations won't. Meanwhile, in Pakistan: aid from non-Muslims? Bring it on! Send more! (Well, maybe not you, India.) Aid to non-Muslims? If you're lucky. And it's not the first time. Muslims in Pakistan have attempted to coerce non-Muslims to convert by blackmailing them with hunger and the withholding of life's most basic essentials.
Quid pro quo, kuffar. "The politics of relief: Aliens in their own land," by Abdul Manan for the Express Tribune, August 18 (thanks to GS):
The government and local clerics refused to shelter around 500 flood-affected families belonging to the Ahmadiya community in South Punjab's relief camps. Not only that, the government also did not send relief goods to the flood-hit areas belonging to the Ahmadiya community, The Express Tribune has learnt during a visit to the devastated Punjab districts of Muzaffargarh, Dera Ghazi Khan and Rajanpur.
For its part, the government claims that all relief goods are being distributed among survivors without discrimination. And that all survivors have been sheltered in relief camps without distinction. The flood-devastated families from the Ahmadiya community have strongly criticised the government's "discriminatory attitude" even at a time when the entire country is reeling from the ravages of the worst flooding in living memory.
A third terrorism suspect- one who moonwalked across a Montreal stage during an audition for Canadian Idol - was detained early Thursday, the Star has learned.
Khuram Sher was arrested as part of an RCMP national security investigation, as police continue to investigate a possible cell allegedly plotting to attack targets at home.
Sher told judges on the popular reality show in 2008 that he hailed from Pakistan and was a fan of "hockey, music and acting."
He sings an off-tune rendition of Avril Lavigne’s "Complicated" with - as the show’s website describes - some "nifty" dance moves.
"Have you ever thought of being a comedian?" asks one of the judges of the 26-year-old.
Another remarks: "The dance moves were good, the singing, bad."
Many Hollywood locals have called the move long overdue.
"The way things have been, even an A-lister can wait 45 minutes for a table," said Tracey Spillane, manager of Spago Beverly Hills. "And from the table chatter we overhear, there just aren't enough projects in the pipeline for the glut of celebrities that exist right now. Believe me, this is a much more compassionate approach than leaving Anson Williams to root in the Dumpster for scraps."
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August 29, 2010
Save It For Later
Not content with wrecking my own songs, I was determined to destroy others'.
The Beat (or as they were named in North America, The English Beat, due to an agreement with an American band that previously had The Beat as its name) was one of the finest ska or 2 Tone bands that sprang up in England in the late '70s. I don't recall them getting a lot of radio play here, apart from a couple of minor hits like "Mirror In The Bathroom" or maybe some of their (very good) covers of stuff like "Tears Of A Clown" or "Can't Get Used To Losing You."
Their third and final album, though, had a song on it I loved enough to the point that I took my guitar out and tried to learn it. So here I am on acoustic guitar and bass:
All in all, not bad; but it's such a pretty little pop song that it'd be difficult to mess it up too much. Not that I didn't try, of course: There's a second vocal on the original, contributed by Ranking Roger (the stage name of Roger Charlery). Trying to duplicate it caused me a few problems. Then there's the bass line that wanders off to la-la land before (miraculously) returning to the proper place. And the volume is too low in a couple of places. But apart from all that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play?
Two dozen other dirty lovers
Must be a sucker for it
Cry cry but I don't need my mother
Just hold my hand while I come to a decision on it.
Sooner or later your legs give way, you hit the ground
Save it for later don't run away and let me down.
Sooner or later you hit the deck you get found out
Save it for later don't run away and let me down, you let me down.
Black air and seven seas all rotten through
But what can you do?
I don't know how I'm meant to act with all of you lot
Sometimes I don't try
I just now now now now now now now now now now now
Now now now now now now now now now now now
Soomer or later your legs give way, you hit the ground
Save it for later don't run away and let me down.
Sooner or later you hit the deck you get found out
Save it for later don't run away and let me down
You runaway runaway and let me down.
Two dozen other stupid reasons
Why we should suffer for this
Don't bother trying to explain them
Just hold my hand while I come to a decision on it.
Sooner or later your legs give way, you hit the ground
Save it for later don't run away and let me down.
Sooner or later you'll hit the deck you'll get found out
Save it for later don't runaway and let me down, you let me down.
You run away run away runaway runaway runaway runaway
And let me down.
Actually, I had forgotten altogether recording this. It sounded pretty good, but I don't think I've heard the song for twenty years, so I did a search for it, thinking I might have missed an important part of it. Surprisingly, I turned up the original video. I say "surprisingly" because this was in late 1983, pretty well in the infancy of videos, and not every band was putting them out automatically. MTV was about two years old by then; Muchmusic wouldn't arrive for another year.
Singer-guitarist Dave Wakeling kicks things off -- RR is the black dude with the tamborine (not to mention the snappy fedora and white gloves). Fun video for a fun song.
Others have recorded it -- Pete Townshend does a version of it in his concerts, and Harvey Danger (who did the insanely-catchy "Flagpole Sitta") has a video of it too. And I've heard it on TV for about the last month, in a commercial for the upcoming (Sept. 3) release of Going The Distance with Drew Barrymore and Justin Long. Oddly, the song isn't included (yet) on the official soundtrack, but I assume it's one of those last-minute lawyer squabbles.
Dave Wakeling is living in California these days and tours as The English Beat. Seems like a genuinely nice guy, too -- I can't find anything negative written about him anywhere.
The Muslim center planned near the site of the World Trade Center attack could qualify for tax-free financing, a spokesman for City Comptroller John Liu said on Friday, and Liu is willing to consider approving the public subsidy.
The Democratic comptroller's spokesman, Scott Sieber, said Liu supported the project. The center has sparked an intense debate over U.S. religious freedoms and the sanctity of the Trade Center site, where nearly 3,000 perished in the September 11, 2001 attack.
"If it turns out to be financially feasible and if they can demonstrate an ability to pay off the bonds and comply with the laws concerning tax-exempt financing, we'd certainly consider it," Sieber told Reuters.
Not so fast there, Vladimir Ilyich. They just might be donating it gratis:
These are not just your garden-variety Muslim Brotherhood operatives. The CCMO officers include leading national and international figures in the Muslim Brotherhood, settled in the Washington DC suburbs to enjoy “direct access” to the Administration and Congress. CCMO is a major U.S. node in the loosely coordinated Muslim Brotherhood network. Just the fellows to give your tax dollars as stimulus money!
CCMO appears to have started as an umbrella organization in the late 1980s, when so many Muslim Brotherhood organizations were expanding. According to this 2005 article at Washington, DC’s Muslim Link Newspaper, CCMO was 18 years old in that year, making the start date around 1987.
Who are these CCMO officers? We could write a book on each of them; their personal biographies are the tale of the Muslim Brotherhood’s ongoing “Project” to bring Shariah Law to America
Coming in to pour oil on troubled waters, Obama's double-plus secret Imam likens America/al Qaeda's contentious relationship to a stormy marriage:
Ed Driscoll was so kind as to present a partial transcript:
In the aftermath of 9/11, when you try to bridge relationships between any two sides where there has been tensions reaching such a level, one of the things you have to do is to explain to each side why the other side feels angry. Whether it’s, you know, marital counseling between the husband and the wife, you have to explain to the husband, actions that he has done, which in the perception of the wife has offended her, and vice-versa. When there is pain on each side, you have to explain to each side what has caused the pain of the other. And part of my role has been to explain to the each side, you know, the position of the other, so that people can understand it. That is how you are able to bring about an understanding to change the reality. [Heavy sigh.] I have taken upon myself the role of bridge-builder. To be a bridge-builder, Joseph, you have to have a foot on each side of the divide if you are going to become a bridge.
When reached for comment everyone's favorite TV psychologist Dr. Phil sagely chuckled "Is this guy off his fuckin' gourd, or what?"
