above: marco gonzales of surfrider san diego, selling out the ocean

~The Surfrider San Diego Sewage Controversy!~

Dateline: Wednesday, January 28th, 2009

Correspondent Joey Racano reporting for EarthSourceMedia

Representing: Mother Ocean

At issue: The world’s most trusted ocean-protection organization, Surfrider Foundation, has lost it’s San Diego arm to a wild band of sewage defenders, led by Surfrider San Diego, Sierra Club San Diego, Coast Law Group, and San Diego CoastKeeper.

At odds with nearly every other environmental activist and organization in the USA and the State of California, these dirty-water mavericks have made a dirty deal with mayor Sewage himself, Jerry Sanders of San Diego.

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Background: San Diego is the last and final holdout in the clean water State of California that still operates under a ‘waiver’, letting them dump over 200 million gallons per day of filthy human fecal debris into the ocean at Point Loma, directly into Cabrillo National Monument.

Why?: Mayor Sewage (Jerry Sanders) has signed an evil pact with the ‘Dirty Three’; Marco Gonzales (Surfrider San Diego), Bruce Reznik (CoastKeeper), and Ed Kimura (Water Conservation Chair, San Diego Sierra Club) allowing the waiver to continue for at least 5 more years!

The Math: At 200 Million Gallons per day, 5 years of dumping sewage will pollute San Diego’s ocean waves with 164 Billion Gallons of additional sewage eminating from 450 square miles of San Diego’s industrial and residential community, and all having recieved less than the full secondary standard. Making this gross out even more alarming is the fact that secondary treatment was only the minimum requirement of the Federal Clean Water Act 35 years ago!

Although the ‘dirty three’ were captured by the Ocean Outfall Group on video speaking in favor of the waiver (before the EPA,  Regional Waterboard and State WaterBoard), they then went on TV before the people of San Diego and said they ‘opposed’ the waiver- a complete lie, intended to mislead the public.

You Tube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23LwQRN_fqg

The waiver decision cannot be complete though, until it goes before the California Coastal Commission and the State Water Resource Control Board, so there will still be an opportunity for public input. Tell them, “Hey! Do us a favor- get rid of the waiver!”

The famous Surfrider San Diego Sewage- Poem:

I know you, surfer boy and girl- a lover and a giver

but Surfrider San Diego just sold you down the river

Their leadership seems really hip-, a ‘bro-bra’ he may be

but he just made a deal to have you surfing in debris

debris of the fecal kind, as you suit up to unwind

crapola  shinola  he’s got you on a pole-a

he spoke in favor of a waiver from someones ass-a-hola

200 million gallons they’re dumping every day

Pumping to the bay

Cabrillo National monument’s

a toilet bowl they say!

into Point Loma, see that brownish foam-a?

If you swallow at the beach you’ll get a carcinoma

Surfrider San Diego likes the waiver, they’re doing someone a favor  but it sure aint you if clean blue waves is something that you savor

 Its called a 301h  like preparation H

They dump enough every day  to fill charger stadium to its gates

three times over! Aint that a four leaf clover? Pathogens are not your friends

why’s surfrider rolling over?

They signed a bad agreement with evil mayor sewage

instead of doing secondary  he;s representing spewage!

So drive your winnabego  down to San Diego

attend their meeting and give this greeting

whats the link between that stink

and Surfrider San Diego?

STOP THE WAIVER!!!!  Here’s how:

Some videos of the Jan. 21 sewage waiver meeting in San Diego:
http://www.youtube. com/watch? v=BboqECGlF04      (overview of the sewage issue)
For more, here’s Ocean Outfaller Larry Porter…  “Larry?”:

PART TWO-  A letter from Larry Porter to EPA:

Dear Friends:
This is what I sent to the EPA and Regional Board
Deadling is 5PM today? 28th
Use as much of mine as you wish.
Waivers are evil
All the best
Larry Porter
“Captain Sewage”

Forwarded Message: San Diego Waiver - Deny

San Diego Waiver - Deny

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 10:26 AM

From:

Dubbietub@aol.com

To:

stuber.robyn@epa.gov, mvaldovinos@waterboards.ca.gov

FROM : Larry Porter
1501 Westcliff DR #201
Newport Beach , CA 92660
Tel : 949 722 9166
Email : Dubbietub@aol.comU.S. Environmental Protection Agency , Region IX
NPDES Permits Office (WTR-5)
75 Hawthorne Street
San Francisco , CA 94105
Attn: Robyn Stuber
415-972-3524
stuber.robyn@epa.govSan Diego Regional Water Quality Control Board
9174 Sky Park Court , Suite 100
San Diego , CA
Attn: Melissa Valdovinos
858-467-2724
mvaldovinos@waterboards.ca.govRe : San Diego Waiver - Oppose / DenyDear Ms. Stuber and Valdovinos,I’m writing to urge you to DENY San Diego’s again application for a 301 H Waiver. Please. Please.The discharge of this waste is an insult to our environment. It must compromise the future. It must cause harm. We are not children. Its is the behavior of barbarians. There is no future in using the ocean as a dump. Civilized people render their waste benign , they get a beneficial use from it , they realize there are generations to come that need a clean , healthy environment , a clean healthy place to live and play.And - And — San Diego is the last waiver ! ! ! Haven’t we learned anything? Waivers are just wrong.
With a waiver one can discharge twice the amount of waste , stuff , goo , nasties - that one can utilizing secondary treatment ! !  And the ocean won’t revolt? Who is kidding who?

“The Trade” — At the EPA hearing a deal was made that traded the “waiver” waste for :  A two million dollar study for more reclaimed water use - the results of which can be ignored? Really ! ! !  The enemy is not overseas . How can people who want a good future , who don’t want to cringe when they look in the mirror , condone such a trade? The waste wins. No? Why? To save some money? At the expense of a decent future? Is San Diego a spoiled brat that has to be coddled? The waiver is wrong. The waiver is bad. We all know it.

Orange County , Goleta , Morro Bay , and just recently Honolulu bit the bullet. So San Diego can thumb it nose at the civilized world? For “The Trade”? Is something wrong with this picture? Decidedly so , yes !
Who do the San Diegans thinks they are? Their waste can do no harm and be strewn about willy nilly? What a fairy tale !

Sincerely,
Larry Porter

Part Three:  ’Just the Facts’ by Ocean Outfall Group Director Doug Korthof…

San Diego Surfrider, Sierra Club and Coastkeeper have approved the San Diego Sewage Waiver.

This allows sewage to be dumped into the Ocean meeting less than the secondary treatment standard, which itself is not that clean.  You would become very sick if you drank sewage treated only to the secondary level: there are viable virus, rampant worms, and live bacteria of all sort, a very lively collection of small critters, vermin and beasties.

Yet San Diego is going to continue to apply for the Waiver that allows it to dump sewage that doesn’t even meet secondary standards, little more than a settling operation and then flushing it out to sea.

Now there’s a lot of things they are not telling the people who rely on the Health Dept., who swim or surf.  More than you ever wanted to know.

One problem with sewage is a disease called “toxoplasmosis”, informally called “brain-worms” due to the main organ it affects.

The brain-worms are one-celled protozoans which thrive in the intestinal tract of cats and are found, in their most infectious form, in cat feces.  They persist in the environment for up to one year in their most virulent form.

More than one out of five Citizens of the USA are infected with Brain-worms.

The brain-worm normal life-cycle is to be ingested by a mouse, migrate through the intestinal wall and spread, replicating wildly.  When the mouse’s immune system detects the infection, the brain-worms migrate to the mouse’s brain, muscles and organ tissue and encyst inside sturdy membranes where they can hibernate throughout the life of the mouse. 

During this encysted state, the brain-worms affect the mouse’s fear of cat urine, making the mouse more likely to be eaten by a cat and thus continuing the spread of the brain-worms to new mammals.

There are three stages to the life of brain-worms:

OOCYST, eggs which are only produced by cats and are infectious about 24 hours after extretion but can live for up to a year in the soil, can’t be killed by sewage systems or disinfection;
TACHYZOITES, which are the wildly reproducing brain-worms before the immune system cranks up;
BRADYZOITES, which are the encysted form, can live for decades inside the host body.

With the advent of modern sewage treatment systems, large volumes of poorly-treated wastewater are discharged to the near-shore Ocean, usually less than a few miles offshore.  Especially where there is no secondary (biological) treatment, the sewage merely goes through a chemically-assisted settling process with the tincture flushed out to sea.

Many chemicals and pollutants move directly through the sewage plant without change, and “hitch-hike” through the outfall to land in the Ocean.  Where the discharged sewage ends up is officially a mystery; officials pretend not to know, but to pay for extensive “testing”. 

The only requirement is to test for live fecal bacteria concentrations; there is no test for “hitch-hiking” chemicals, virus, protozoans and other substances. 

The idea that these discharges don’t come back to the beach is a quaint belief best left to the gullible; those who know the Ocean realize that if an organic dye were added to the discharges, the beaches would be eternally purple.  Thus we might assume that dead fecal bacteria, and the other, accidental riders on the sewage stream, are also found throughout the water around outfalls.

One of the hitch-hikers is the OOCYST or active, infectious egg form of the brain-worms, which enter the sewage system during treatment of dry-season runoff, spills, other inflows, or, especially, from disposal of cat litter in the toilet.

These brain-worm eggs are desperately pitched into an unknown environment; they were never designed to be cast into seawater.  But they are hardy; they are designed to encapsulate in a form that remains active in the soil or wind-blown dust for up to a year.  That same protection also serves them in the Ocean.

The brain-worm eggs can last up to a year in the sea, but they desperately crave a mammal to infest.

Sea Otters eat lots of shellfish and other sea creatures which filter sea water; the brain-worm eggs accumulate in the Sea Otters in massive quantities.  Even after they are “immunized”, that is, their immune system is ready to kill the worms, some worms get to cells and burst them.

Mammalian swimmers and surfers who ingest the seawater are also potential targets for the brain-worm eggs.

When the brain-worm eggs are ingested, they come alive in the stomach of the Sea Otter or surfer, boring easily through the intestinal wall and migrating through the body.

The eggs invade individual cells, transmogrifying to the TACHYZOITE form, where they multiply rapidly in the cell, bursting it and spewing brain-worm larvae out to infest other cells. 

The mammalian immune system, reacting to the invading worms, attacks them; they then go into “hiding”, migrating to the brain and other organs and building protective walls in the BRADYZOITE form.  As such, if you eat the uncooked flesh of an infected mammal, you can become infected.

But even if immunized, new brain-worms can damage the host cells before the immune system can get to them; this cumulative damage can itself be fatal.

About 22% of the USA population is walking around with brain-worms encysted in their muscles and/or brains, likely proving that yes, the sewage does come back to shore, infesting Sea Otters as well as swimmers and surfers.

EFFECTS OF BRAIN-WORM INFESTATION

1.      Once your immune system is aware of the brain-worms, new infestations are destroyed or, possibly, forced to encyst prematurely, so the host is said to be “immune” but may accumulate new injuries.  Sea Otters, who ingest massive amounts of eggs, do die from new infestations.  Once a cell is burst with brain-worm larvae, it is not replaced, creating a tiny “hole” in organs or flesh.

2.      Pregnant women can pass the infestation to their foetus, which can result in death to the foetus; also, immuno-deficient individuals can fail to stop the infestations, and perish.

3.      The eggs are not infectious for 24 hours after the cat expels the feces, but remain a danger for up to a year in soil.  The feces can disintegrate, and the eggs can be ingested in wind-borne dust or via hand-mouth contact.

4.      Some studies are showing that infected humans exhibit behavioural changes, perhaps analogous to infected mice, and other potential effects.

Surfer Magazine ran a piece on the brain-worm issue, but the “expert” claimed that it was no big deal, that the sewage probably doesn’t come back to shore, and that you could become “immune” to brian worms, all questionable.  Brain worms are real, and infest a significant portion of the population; anyone swimming in sewage that contains cat feces is at risk.

San Diego, and other places that generate massive sewage outflows, may be doing more harm than good by spreading our debris, containing items such as brain-worms, out into the sea.  In this sense, sewage outfalls are not eliminating the problem of sewage, but spreading the infection more widely and dangerously.

Whether or not the sewage waiver is granted by Obama’s EPA, San Diego should clean up its act; and the Sierra Club, Surfrider and Coastkeeper should not support dumping poorly treated sewage into the Ocean.

/Doug Korthof
562-430-2495

Joey Racano

805 540-8970

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EarthSourceMedia Reports for January 17th, 2009

‘Crash Landing’

Arriving back in San Diego yesterday after a 2 month, 16-state odyssey, I was greeted by a front page article in the San Diego Union Tribune that seemed more of a propaganda piece than a story. “SeaWorld to showcase sex-selected bottlenose dolphin”, the headline read. EarthSourceMedia translation? “More rape at SeaWorld, where nothing is sacred but the mighty buck”. It reminded me of a story last year where one of the ‘amusement park’s’ captive Orcas ‘attacked’ a ‘trainer’. Upon reading deeper into the issue, I found that the ‘trainer’ was giving the whale a sonogram in hopes of artificial insemination- in other words, raping the whale!

It never ceases to amaze us here at ESM, the incredible double-standard by which we treat people and animals. Run over a convicted murderer-turned-homeless alcoholic bum, and there’s yellow tape, bright lights, detectives and an investigation. But run over a bobcat, coyote, deer, bear or raccoon, and there is only the thump-thump-thump of tires, as they transform a once beautiful and vital creature into flat and blackened piece of debris, a mere spot on the road.

Such was the case of the ‘heroic’ pilot who safely landed an American Airlines plane with 155 aboard into the Hudson River. Not a word as to the plight of a large flock of Aleutian Geese, resplendent in their black and white tuxedos, honking and flapping great wings as they headed home toward the island chain for which they are named (’Canada’ Geese are actually called ‘Aleutian’ Geese). Not a care for those living Geese left behind, honking for their mates. Geese are monogamous and mate for life. So are ducks. I once came upon a pair of mallards snuggled together at the shore of a pond. Because of the terrain, I had no choice but to approach them, and as I did, only the female took off. When I got to the male, who stood there motionless, I touched him and he fell to dust. She had never abandoned him.  

I remember in SouthWest Florida a few years ago when they built the SouthWest Florida Regional Airport- right next to a wetland! No birds there, right? They just didn’t seem to care.

And such is the test of man. As we hurtle through blackness on a spinning rock, blessed with a mother ocean, what do we do? We use that ocean as a dump for sewage, as though it were a trash bin. (That’s why I’m so glad to be back in San Diego, last of the giant sewage dumpers- here comes a ton of bad publicity; stay tuned on that one, along with the inaugeration of Barack Obama and his Clean Water Act mandate. Read more at: www.stopthewaiver.com). The mighty Orca, in a swimming pool, being poked with cold surgical instruments, fed dead fish and bathed in chlorine. SeaWorld, indeed! The matter is purely one of spirit. After all, they, we and the Geese share a common destiny.

And so our kind is tested; in the quarter we afford these creatures, in the dignity we assign them, by the size of our hearts and the love within those hearts- such is the measure of man.

“Flight 1549, requesting permission to land”

“Negative 1549, there’s a flock of Aleutian Geese on that vector and it looks like they’ve got young- wait one”

“Roger that, control”

“1549, throttle back and veer around to runway 7, bank 23 degrees left, circle once then prepare to land. They should be out of there by then”

“Copy that and out”

“1549, that was smooth. All clear- you’re a real hero”

From the icy waters of the Hudson, to the frigid winds of the Aelutian Islands, to the tropical warmth within the hearts of caring people, this is joey racano for EarthSourceMedia saying, “goodnight and go with graceful wings!”  -ESM

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EarthSourceMedia Reports for January 3rd, 2009

‘Neon Lake Leon’

1 month into the whirlind USA tour now, and EarthSourceMedia has collected up a barrel full of great pics, great stories and great adventure! Let me share a bit…

There is something to be said for making all those random decisions and wrong turns that, in the end, lead you to a place like Lake Leon. Situated in Eastland, Texas, our mighty ‘Skacciabong’ now sits on the north shore of a dam-created lake, and once you get over the obvious sad tale of any dammed river, the beauty and serenity is astounding. ’No Service’ screamed my cell phone, and of course, this just as it says, ‘1 new voicemail’.  So let the suspense kill me, I’ll check it at some point on the road to our next stop, Tuscon, Arizona.

But I must wonder, was it Barack obama offering me some high-level position in his administration? Hmm. It would be possible if reports didn’t already show that I might say something embarassing on TV or something anytime some industrial bully tried to hurt a little Red Squirrel like the one my dog has been watching at the base of a tree on the shoreline. But in my own defense, I must say I know how to give orders though- such as, “Trinka, No! Leave daddy’s nice squirrel alone!” And there are repercussions too. The dogs have been angry ever since yesterday when Sandra remembered we kept a big bag of peanuts stowed below decks and I spread them out beneath that line of trees. Gorgeous trees, sparse for the season, making for such lovely sillouhettes.

So very much has happened on the trip and of course there’s just no real time to stop and tell it all. Like what, you ask? Like we bought my sister a herd of Buffalo, for her ranch in Farmersville Texas, how’s that for starters? A sister I hadn’t seen in 40 years, and we’re like twins! And the Buffalo! Bought from a Lakota named Arby Littlesoldier, a grandson of Sitting Bull no less, who handed me a Buffalo skull as a gift of honor! It’s sitting on the dash for now because it’s too big to fit anywhere else except the bed. I am so stoked. Can’t wait to paint it. (www.dakotabuffalo.com).

This RV park, called NorthShore RV Park, is both remote and beautiful, with these cool little lights at each parking slot that shine amber in the dark of night. Mornings bring heavenly glory, an occasional fishing scow backlit and sillouhetted, the entire primordial scene illuminated by the sun. There are some housing pads already cut, where homes may one day be built but have been delayed by the housing ‘crisis’. Ya gotta love that housing crisis!! Cormorants sit drying their wings atop sun-bleached tree stumps, relics of a forest that once stood beside a flowing river, now long-since drowned by the dam.

As one who has lived on the mighty Pacific for the last 18 years, these shores are quiet, believe me, and the bleached rocks are littered with an occasional turtle carapace and the skulls of gigantic carp who dwell within. In a place like this, it is hard to envision mortars or rockets or rat race. Hopefully someday, when we have enough trouble envisioning the toys of discontent, they will vanish forever. But not so, the neon of Lake Leon.

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EarthSourceMedia Reports for December 28th, 2008

‘Up Your Ash (clean coal or dirty dems?)’

The EarthSourceMedia whirlwind tour is now in Vicksburg, Mississippi, our 11th state. On our way, we have seen some incredible commentary on the state of the nation, such as in the form of a giant confederate flag looming atop a 100′ flag pole on the I-75 Interstate Highway, just as you drive into Tampa, Florida. As in thousands upon thousands of dead deer, ‘possums, raccoons, coyotes, skunks, hawks, armadillos, badgers and other wildlife crushed on the roadways, and as in logging, mudslides and clear cuts in Alabama, Florida and Mississippi, many dogs left abandoned on the highwaysides throughout Alabama (I thought you guys loved dogs?), and other assorted ignorance various and sundry. The trip has had it’s high points, like when we saved a turtle off the freeway, and it’s low points, like when my neice handed me a calander of scantily-clad fireman (one being her husband) in leiu of a family dinner.

But wherever I roam, I never forget the journalist angle, and have been keeping a close eye on the goings-on, both globally and locally. In that spirit, I would like to make some comments and observations:

Laura Bush and Condi Rice are saying the Bush presidency has not been a failure. We here at EarthSourceMedia agree wholeheartedly, so long as he was trying to destroy America, kill a million people, ravage the worlds ecology and economy, and set the stage for ’1984′.

   A relative of someone who died aboard ‘Flight 93′ (the ill-fated jet of “Let’s roll!” fame, that was hijacked and subsequently crashed in a field outside of Philladelphia) is asking Bush to take by force the land needed for a 2,000+ acre memorial from the owner. Now, wouldn’t that just be the greatest precedent to set, stealing private land to build a symbol for the American fascist movement? Then, Bush can use ‘eminent domain’ to usurp 2 square feet from every lawn in America to build a flag pole, where an American flag -at least 10 feet X 20 feet- shall be displayed 365 days a year, ready to be moved to half-mast at a moments notice whenever anyone in the military, police, or fire department kills themselves after shooting their estranged wife and her new lover. -ESM

While flipping through the channels, I came upon an eery site, right out of ‘V’ is for Vendetta’: As a camera rolled showing World Wrestling Federation stars (obviously on hiatus from shooting steroids and then their loved ones) visiting our troops, in the background was the face of our fearless leader George W. Bush saying things like, “These are the real heroes”, and “For these past 8 years, we’ve worked together to free the world from terrorism” and other assorted ignorant war-mongering nonsensical double-talk, designed especially to brainwash the youth at home watching, in hopes some of them will go and enlist and head for Afghanistan. The only thing greater than my revulsion for that stupid talking head who will hopefully vanish into oblivion a month from now, was my astonishment at how sci-fi like these events are becoming in real life. I was waiting for a puff of smoke and for him to exclaim, “Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!”  -ESM

And then, there are the Israelis, just-a-bomb, bomb, bombing away at Gaza even as we speak, killing more then several hundred people in the last two days alone, supposedly because they are ’sick of the violence’. If these assholes are Gods chosen people, then God has not chosen wisely. -jr

Finally, how could I do a blog without mentioning the billion gallon spill of coal ash into the waterways of our heartland that has been largely kept out of the mainstream press because both the democrats and the republicans are kissing the butt of big coal? That’s a billion gallons, like a hundred Exxon Valdez spills!! Clean coal indeed!

Well, that’s our show for today- hope to be with you again on a daily basis as soon as this traveling calms down a bit. So, for EarthSourceMedia, this is joey racano saying, ‘goodnight and go with grace!’  -ESM

 

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EarthSourceMedia Reports for Christmas Eve, December 24th, 2008

‘Twas the Fight Before Christmas’

by joey racano

Twas the fight before christmas, we were all in our beds,

not a blogger was stirring, after threats from the feds

After reading through the USA Today with care,

I wanted to curse them, but I didn’t dare!

They were after a blogger at the top of page 3,

and I couldn’t be sure if that blogger was me!

Throughout the whole article to my surprise,

Department of Homeland Security tries

to search through our blogs for terrorist ties,

while the rest of America eats pumpkin pies!

Now, what kind of christmas can we have at home,

when these fascist nazis won’t leave anyone alone?

Especially scary, is the fact that it’s they

who spread terror, and take hard-won freedoms away!

So do me a favor, as the holiday draws near-

Blog your ass off through Christmas -and have a happy new year!

joey racano

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EarthSourceMedia Reports for December 16th, 2008

MAN of the YEAR 2008

As our readers know, we are currently on the road and writing intermittently through a blizzard of stormy ice. Thus far, EarthSourceMedia has covered 8 states gathering photos and facts and stories for future broadcast. However, (as was stolen from us by TIME MAGAZINE), we present to the public each year she or he who best exemplifies those qualities that may well yet save the Earth; courage, conviction, service in the name of that which is greater than ourselves. And we have named our model for the year ending in just a few days. His name is Muntather Al-Zaidi, a name that will be sung at campfires in the centuries to come (of course, we say campfires because mankind will be reduced to such small tribal gatherings in the not-too-distant future due to radiation, persistant poisons, logging, and warfare- see ya there, don’t forget to bring flint and some stone implements).

Muntather Al-Zaidi is awarded the ESM MAN of the YEAR for excellence in journalism and bravery in the face of fascism. Unfortunately, he is already being tortured in an American-run concentration camp and will likely eventually be executed. But enough with the sad details- ladies and gentleman of the EarthSourceMedia family, we give you hope. We give you a bright and shining light. We give you a hero! We give you Muntather Al-Zaidi!

Muntather Al-Zaidi

Now, as you watch the delightful video above over and over again, like the last pitch of a world series no hitter, it behooves you to listen to the blathering idiot American reporters who won't even give the real words this brave journalist said as he threw strike after strike, right down the middle. Due to the broad yellow stripe down the back of these do-nothing, know nothing, stand-for-nothing lady reporters, it falls upon EarthSourceMedia to give the actual words this heroic figure said...(ESM style, of course!)

From the press booth high in a 'skybox' above the baseball diamond:

*(Yes, it's a, a little glarey in here at gametime but it should- it, it should  be one for the record books, don't you think? Marv? Marv? MARV! Will you stop biting the lady for a moment and...

Oh, yes, sorry, sorry, -can you pass me that napkin? Yes, She-

Good christ get a hold of yourself man- NO NO! Thats not what I mean! ...oh whats the-

...and so here's the pitch as Muntather Al-Zaidi checks the runner, chews a bit-o tobacca, and winds, deals, delivers a -STRIKE!* right down the middle of that petty coward of a dictator who thinks God wanted him to steal the 2000 election and wait- let's go to the HERO-CAM for a listen to Muntather Al-Zaidi:

"Here is your farewell kiss, you kalb (dog)!”

And the secret service is stunned! Not a movement to aid their deranged leader and former cocaine addict George W. Bush, now known to have suppressed information that would have stopped the war in Iraq, spied on millions of Americans illegally, betrayed the identity of Valerie Plame, a US secret agent during time of war (firing squad?) and authorized torture and kidnapping of citizens of the world. No, these guys are too focused on letting Barack Obama get killed by white supremacists, as was reported in national news that Bush denied Obama's request to move his family into the safety of the white house guest house. No, the Bushies would like to let them be exposed to danger, thankyouverymuch.

And here's the second pitch, as he rears back to throw, and a high leg kick and back to the HERO-CAM an mic for a listen:

"And this one, dog, is for all the widows and dead children you son of a stinking ..."

Wow! Did you see that one Marv? A true hero in this day and age! And the reporters on MSNBC, what gutless fascist collaborators not to report the man's actual words but instead the press called this a 'security scare'. Yes, we at EarthSourceMedia call it a security scare alright- we're all scared because the security is getting so out of control we'll all have to get an iris scan to go to the corner market soon!

And as we are denied reporting on the Bush Cheney Rumsfeld Rice Ashcroft Gonzales crimes by a bought and paid for spineless media who would rather report on the impeachment of the Illinois governor (while Bush walks free!) and other lesser crimes that should be relegated to the end of a long list while we as Americans back up the international community and try our own leaders for the war crimes they continue to this day to commit.

Until that golden day when we drag our butts off the floor and get our great country back into the game, at least we can take heart in the heroic deeds of world citizens like Muntather Al-Zaidi. Want to do something for America? Demand the immediate release of Muntather Al-Zaidi!

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EarthSourceMedia Reports for December 10th, 2008

‘The Princess and the Pirates’ 

Scene One:

(Ships horn bellows through misty salt air…womans voice crackles through megaphone…)

“Welcome aboard and thank you for choosing Princess of the carribean, world’s most trusted cruise lines. Please present your ticket to the gate attendent at the afterbrow, taking note of the section number in the upper left hand corner. Register all carry on luggage at the quarterdeck recieving window and proceed to the 0 1 level for passenger orientation. Passengers may sign up for extra-curricular on board duties in order to aquire ‘complementary cruise’ dream tickets, one to a volunteer, ten available per journey. Interested parties contact Petty Officer Third Class Madrigar.”

Scene Two:

(Handsome seafaring officer in white ‘Love Boat’ uniform looks up from walnut stateroom desk…)

“Petty Officer Madrigar, Extra Duty Division, how may I be of help to you today?”

“Oh hi, my name is Johnson, Dave Johnson, and I’m interested -curious about the extra duty available to passengers. How do I qualify?”

R-r-r-ing! “One moment Mr. Johnson- uh, X Duty HQ, Petty Officer Madrigar speaking, can I help you? No, I’m sorry, Mr. Halifax is no longer with us, he’s taken a job with Blackwater International in the intersection management division, thank you. No, no, nothing this trip, I’m interviewing a prospect right now, can I do anything else for you today? OK, thank you- goodbye.”

“Sorry about that, now let’s see, it says here you had no military experience?”

“No, but I was in the boy scouts.”

“Did you make eagle?”

“Uh, almost- mom pulled me out when the whole prayer thing hit the news- we’re athiests”.

“Any National Guard, Sea Scouts, anything like that?”

“Nope. Played a lot of army men as a kid though.”

“How ’bout your local police, ever done a ‘ride along’?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Ah, what the heck, we need ten, we got nine, congratulations on your free cruise, Mr. Johnson! See you on the sun deck at 0600 hours- wear white.”

“White, sir?”

“White. All white- our Pirate response contingency team members wear all white, for their own protection. We’ll explain it all tomorrow- see you then.”

 Scene Three:

(Warm cabin, rocking ever-so-slightly. Ploofy bed, satin sheets. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson smooch and cuddle…)

“Morning honey- coming for breakfast?”

“Can’t- got a meeting up on the sun deck.”

“Oh? Not with that swedish floozy in cabin 61, I hope!”

“Ha! No, can’t really talk about it, not ’till after Somalia. Go have an omelete- love you!”

“Love you too sugar. Be careful.”

Scene Four:

  (Next morning on the Sun Deck, 0600 hrs, ten tired passengers up too early, watching an animated Mr. Madrigar through bloodshot eyes…)

“Glad you all could make it- except you, Ms. Brighton- you are required to arrive of your own devices. Next time you will be disqualified.”

“Oh, Curt, stop it- you kept me out so late, and then after we…”

“Atten-hut! That’s enough of that. Mr. johnson, why are you in a cooking apron and a chefs hat, pray tell?”

“It’s the only thing I had in white.”

“Never mind- Ms. Brighten, please pass these out for our team members.”

All: “Oooh!”

“That’s right, all-white kevlar sailing jump suits with matching Sergio Techini windbreakers, a complete and stunning set for each of you to keep when the mission is over, compliments of Princess of the carribean-”

All (groaning): “Most trusted name in cruise lines.”

“Indeed! And that’ll be about enough, mind you all!”

“Mission sir?”

“That’s right Mr. Johnson. And now it’s time you all learned why you are here on the princess of the Carribean Pirate Contingency team.”

(Takes pointer stick to screen, looks up to porthole on next level…)

“Rivbarton, roll and cue, and…roll ‘em! As you can see here, ours isn’t the only ship acosted by pirates in these dangerous straights off the coast- everyone is having the same trouble, Jim Chevron, Richie Texaco, The Exxon family, The Toyota Twins, even Ben and Jerry’s Ice cream group.”

“Ben and Jerr-”

“Silence! Note the photo of the pirate in the first boat, holding an RPG launcher- that’s no toy, team. And it’s up to you to stop them.”

“See, unbeknownst to air heads like the people on this cruise, there is great suffering out there in the world, mostly a result of, ahem, rich folks who sail around shopping at any and all ports of call with no sense of personal or environmental responsibility-”

R-r-r-r-ing!!

“Yes, Madrigar- oh, oh yes, it’s time to dump the trash overboard, well, get on with it then, and be sure the sewage tanks are purged, aim for the wildlife refuge, you know the one- yes, yes, where the Brown Pelicans nest. What’s that? White Pelicans? Well they’re brown now, aren’t they then! Now if you don’t mind, I’m busy protecting this operation- Madrigar out!” (click!)

“None of you ever having been military, it may take a minute or two to get the feel of these- Ms. brighton, if you will…”

(Pretty Ms. Brighten, the Swede from cabin 61, BTW, passes out an all-white AK-47 to each team member- all gasp, eyes wide…)

“Now, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of these easily enough when the time comes. This is the completion of your training, the ship is white, the uniforms white, even the machine guns are white- perfect cammoflouge- oh, and we’ll all be having this as well: compliments of ben and Jerry- vanilla of course. So here is the plan-

When our ship, the ‘Lady Decadence’, passes right through here-the ‘Straights of Destitution’, we can possibly expect piratic activity. Ms. brighton here will use her mega-horn phone to declare our unconditional surrender, and using her white bikini uniform, supplied of course by Princess of the Carribean, most-”

All: trusted name in cruiselines- blechh!”

“Ahem, yes- she will invite the pirates to dock alongside at specially designated ‘kill’ zones, where they will be informed all passengers have been stripped of watches chains and jewelry to save them time. That it has all been placed in a hat, to be passed right out to them -at over 10 knots!”

   

“At this time, all of you will be in your quarters watching the alarms we have designed specially to keep the passengers from becoming frightened. There are three lights in your cabins- green is ‘all clear’, yellow, is ’someone has gotten sea sick’, and red means iminent danger of being boarded by Somali pirates! When you see the red light, consider it  a General quarters alarm, load your banana clips into the weapon, and take your places on the roof deck spaced 10 yards apart for the length of the ship. When ms. Brighton shows the money, lean forward and empty your weapons on them. Is that all clear? Very well then…. stand by”

“Sir, we just got a message from the fantail, pirates on the starboard, coming fast!”

“Alright then, team, lock and load! take ypour positions and wait for the hat!”

(Ms Brighton clutches at Mr. Madrigar…)

“Curt! Curt- I know you’ve got a girl in every port but- tell me, tell me you love me-”

“I love you!”

(a quick embrace is all they have and it’s action!)

Stay tuned next week for:

‘Seasick Forensic Pirate’

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EarthSourceMedia Reports for December 9th, 2008

Pins and Needles

For those who depend on EarthSourceMedia, we apologize for missing a few daily blogs, but there is good reason; EarthSourceMedia is on the road for a 2 month whirl-wind tour of these United States, currently reporting from Gallup, New Mexico. The ESM RV -or the ‘Skacciabong’ (skasha-bong) as it is known- is sited at KOA Campground in Navajo Nation, weather calling for below zero and 4″ of snow. Currently it is 60 mph gusts and snowing heavily. We’re headed for Florida via Red Bay, Alabama, but expect to be in San Diego for the January 21st meeting of the Regional Water Quality Control Board to warn them about the consequences of the EPA allowing the City of San Diego yet another 5-year waiver from section 301(h) of their own Clean Water Act. Complicating matters, the San Diego chapter of the formerly environmental group Surfrider Foundation apparently signed some retarded agreement with San Diego to never fight the waiver. Further complicating things is the fact that I and my California Ocean Outfall Group (the activist arm of EarthSourceMedia) have not, nor would we ever, sign any such agreement.  -ESM

On with the show-

Needles, California:

Many folks from Southern California talk constantly about their next trip to ‘the river’. By ‘the river’, they mean the Colorado River, she of the dwindling waters, lost to developments in 5 states, and polluted by PG &E with Hexavalent Chromium, or Chromium 6, as Erin Brockovich could tell you.  As a matter of fact, last year, an underground plume of the nasty stuff was observed by monitors to be passing the last checkpoint well before invading the river, which supplies drinking water to 5 million people in Los Angeles. No wonder Edward Abbey’s characters hated PG &E so much in his book ‘The Monkey Wrench Gang’.

Of course, to Southern Californians, ‘the river’ means nothing more than a place to drink Budweiser, drive their racing boat drunker than a sailor, and yell out things like, “Wooohhhhhhh- show your tits!” In this context, I managed to visit the area during the merciful ‘off season’, when only the tell-tale litter, chipped cement curbs and billion-plus beer bottles offered mute testimony to the kind of savage ignorance detailed in the last ESM blog. I set up the campsite for the evening and took the dogs for a walk. Needles is an interesting area. Situated on the California-Arizona border, the land is nothing but stones, rocks and boulders. No soil at all. The bushes, -few and far between- are of the heartiest breeds. With two dogs to a leash, and a leash in either hand, we trudged along toward the once-mighty Colorado to do our duty and sneak a peak at the agua. The first sign that something was amiss was the sound of jingling glass, such as that of the broken variety. I looked down in time to see my dogs shuffling through an inch of broken glass particles of every size, shape, color and kind!

“Over this way, whoa, whoa..”, I called to them. certainly didn’t need a bunch of difficult paw pad cuts. We zigged this way and zagged that, up a hill and down a slope, over a rise and down a gully, but to no avail- there was nary a square foot without shards of pointed broken glass- this, the lovely desert of Edward Abbeys beloved Arizona. I dreamed back to the rear cover of his immortal book, which said, “Oh my desert, yours is the only death I cannot bear”. The late afternoon sun shone low on the horizon, sparkles betraying a desert smothered in a sea of glass. A tale of a thousand coyotes licking their paws, a hundred thousand shards of pepsi, coke, and 7-up.

It wasn’t ’till we returned to the RV that it all dawned on me; I had seen the tell-tale signs- tire tracks over, across and through the most beautiful areas, the most sensitive of habitats. The final clue was when I saw the sign on the fence saying, RV park ends here- no trespassing’. On the other side of the wooden fence that carried the sign, the rocky floor was literally covered in broken glass, while none was in the park. Bad for tires, of course. And precisely that- bad for tires. Those motorized maniacs, three and four wheel weasels, internal combustion ball-busters, must have driven these old folks absolutely crazy. “Ahh, Betty, isn’t it beautiful? Just you and me and the quiet desert songbirds singing their-”

Browm! Browm! Broom-broom-Browm! Vroom-Vrowmmm!

“What in Sam Hill’s tarnation..? Hey you kids! Get outa there, can’t you see it’s Sunday and people are tryin’ ta-”

Breeeeen! breeeeeen! Broooowm-browmmm!

…So I walk into the ‘Wagon Wheel’ restaurant and order breakfast to go, and notice a shirt the old lady waitress is wearing. It says, : Welcome to Needles California, Known for Absolutely Nothing’. I say to her, “I know what it should be known for- broken glass! I have never, ever in my life seen more broken glass anytime, anyplace. But I think I know why.”

“Oh yeah, and why’s that?” she asked.

“Because of the Off-roaders. Everybody hates ‘em so much, they’re willing to throw glass all over the place. It probably gives ‘em flat tires!” Further strengthening my theory was the fact that the glass was of all kinds- broken coffee cups, glass window panes, bottle-bottoms, everything. People were tossing that stuff regularly in what appeared to be a concerted effort to make the place unrideable. And even the enviros (like this editor) knew that the Off-roaders will destroy everything over which they traverse, so what did it matter if you wreck some of it- anything’s better than squealing, peeling tires!

“Yes, that’s why they do it alright. But over at our place, they throw nails! Do you know how many tires my boys have gone through?” she admitted. Yikes, I thought. “Solid rubber”, said a man seated nearby- “Why ain’t them boys using solid rubber tires then?” He flashed me a quick smile. Well, for us here at EarthSourceMedia, I guess the moral of the story is, it’s a fairy tale when folks try to tell you that off-road ‘enthusiasts’ are the majority, that everyone loves to ride on the environment. No, they turn out to be a very hated minority- so despised that people who love the desert -and other people who just love peace and quiet- hate those dam things, those four-wheel widowmakers, those rough-riding spinal injury machines, those ’make-sure to make short work of shore-birds’ life shorteners. To all of you off-roaders not yet in the emergency rooms of America- here’s a toast to you! *Crash- smash- tinckle*tinckle*tinckle*.

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EarthSourceMedia Reports for December 6th, 2008

‘Ignoramica’ 

Remember the commercials about Pro football player Bo Jackson, who played Major League Baseball and NFL Football at the same time? They went like this: “Bo knows baseball”.  ”Bo knows football”. Sometimes, the commercials would feature rock great Bo Diddley, he of the wild guitars, who would say to Bo Jackson, “Bo, you don’t know diddley!”

Well that’s where I come in. I know ignorance. I know blazing, brazen, in-your-face ‘why are you even alive?’ ignorance. How did I get to be such an expert? Living it. I lived among the ignorant. Still do, actually. I used to live in Huntington Beach, California, where the Congressman still to this day says, “Global warming is a stupid idea!”. C’mon, that’s pretty ignorant. I can name a lot of reasons why global warming is real. At my favorite Thai food resaurant last week, a burly fellow and I struck up a conversation about our RV’s. Soon, the talk was of alternative fuels (I run mostly Biodiesel in a 360 HP Cummins diesel). Then the subject of automakers being bailed out led to the untimely demise of the  ZEV (Zero Emission vehicle) program and electric cars. The guy went off on a tirade about how they don’t work, and how he worked 10 years on the batteries, and a whole host of nonsense, which, in turn, led to him to saying global warming isn’t real, and if it is, man ‘has nothing to do with it’. Then, the fiesta resistance, he said he was from Fresno. Fresno! Let me put it as nicely as I can; if God were to butt-f*!k the Earth, his point of entry would be Fresno, California.  Ignorance. That conversation took a detour south from there.

I currently live in San Diego, where they swim, surf, shit and piss in the same body of water. Even the environmental groups there have signed agreements not to oppose the pollution! That’s really ignorant- especially if you’re a group known for your ‘surfriding‘ membership. More on that in an upcoming program. -ESM

As we work our way higher and higher on the ignorance food chain, let’s move on to that bastion of the ‘fair and balanced’, Fox News. I watched FOX ‘news’ tonight, and saw Karl Rove- who should be on trial for more heinous crimes against freedom, democracy, and America than I can count- but is instead acting as lead Fox News’ lead commentator. A-fuc#@ing mazing.  I watched the show in a restaurant on the Colorado River, called the ‘Wagon Wheel’, whose entire theme was about the glories of being a redneck- ignorance. I even broke down and bought a shirt there that says: ‘MESS WITH ME AND YOU MESS WITH THE WHOLE TRAILER PARK’. I looked at it tonite when I got home, and I’m not sure if I should wear it as a joke or burn it as a joke. I guess even I am not immune.

Fortunately, Code Pink foundress Medea Benjamin was a special guest (they’ll put anyone on FOX who’ll dog the dems you know) and she was quick to point out that Barack Obama has appointed an entire cabinet of ‘Hawks’. In other words, people who think it’s ok for people to be shooting and killing each other for bibles and flags, shits and giggles. Again, ignorance. My goodness. And that was just a quickie, because FOX was allocating the Lion’s share of its programming to the same thing it has for some 5 years ever since the slow-speed white-Bronco chase- OJ Simpson. 

FOX News: OJ Simpson was in court today for sentencing.

EarthSourceMedia News: Why is your lead commentator a traitor?

FOX news: OJ was sentenced to do a lot of time.

EarthSourceMedia: Wasn’t the Fox News reporter who broke the phony story during the 200 election a Bush first-cousin?

FOX News: OJ won’t be eligable for parole for 9 years.

EarthSourceMedia: Didn’t your lead commentator reveal the identity of a covert US secret agent during time of war? Why isn’t he blindfolded before a firing squad smoking his last cigarette? With Cheney, Novak and Libby?

(Back to ESM studios)

So, yes, I do consider myself somewhat of an expert on ignorance. I think the correct name for it is ignoro-scientificka, or some such. Stupido-tology. With a certain measure of retardo-bility. I know ignorance. I’ve studied it close-up every day since 9/11/01, and I’ve watched all the cottage industries that have sprung up around ‘terror’. From floaters (people whose religion tells them they’re going to float away to heaven), to ‘posters’ (people whose self-appointed duty is to post American flags on everything from cereal boxes to locomotives). Thank God for those ‘posters’, too. At times, I find myself walking aimlessley down the street, wondering to myself, “What- what-what country am I in again?”, when- shazaam!! There’s a 75′ X 55′ American flag flying over a local park, and I say, “Oh, that’s right- America!”. And what a relief it is not to have to carry all the different currencies I might have needed. After all, no one cares about the worthless American dollar, but I might get robbed if they think I have yen or euros.

You might wonder what this is all getting at. You might say, “Joey, what is this all about? Why do you write this blog telling everyone you ‘know ignorance’?”

To this, I might say, “Shut up!”.

Just kidding. :) I would never say that. I would tell you, ‘I say this because today, I found the ultimate in ignorance. The pinnacle of pinheadedness. The diamond of duncia. The super-stupe. The Jah of jerks. The Yah-weh of wee-wee. The jesus of ‘jesus christ, is that ignorant’. Today, I found a story in the ‘Bakersfield Californian’, (where you would expect nothing less), that reported the unholy marriage between the two teams in the most ignorant of games that have the most ignorant fans, doing the most ignorant of things. Ladies and gents, EarthSourceMedia is sad to announce (or even to perpetuate the story) that The San Diego Chargers played the Oakland Raiders Thursday night in the worlds first live broadcast in 3-D. This late-breaking and hard hitting story, wrapped in the context of a plummitting economy, 2 wars and global environmental destruction, came through as a veritable beacon in the night of what is truly important, and even came with a photo sure to compete for the Pulitzer. A crazed football fanatic wearing a pair of 3-D glasses to make Elton John green with envy. This is not that photo.

3-D Fan

Oakland Raiders fan: “Hey dude, WTF? Why does your team suck like a wind tunnel?”

San Diego Chargers fan: “The Bolts rule, bro, and a wind tunnel doesn’t suck man, it blows, like your Moth-”

Oakland Raiders fan: “Not even cool dude, how’d you like it if I came over there and..”

Vendor: “Peanuts! Beer!”

Oakland Raiders fan: “Beer! Beer! Over here dude!”

(Vendor flings Beer can like a girls softball pitcher, breaks last 2 teeth of Raiders fan)

San Diego Chargers fan: “Wow bro, that was so cool in these glasses!”

Oakland Raiders fan: “Lemme see those!”

San Diego Chargers fan: “No way bro, get yer own, I just paid for…”

Oakland Raiders fan: “Yeah? Then how ’bout if I (unh!) and I (hah!) and (oof!) and…”

San Diego Chargers fan: “You suck bro, like a wind tunnel!”

Oakland Raiders fan: “Your whole team sucks dude, how ’bout that?”

San Diego Chargers fan: I don’t bro, but how do you like (ugh!) this?”

“(Ugh!) (Ooh!) (Argh!) (Ehh!) (Agh!) (Oof!)….” 

Well, that’s all the time we (Ugh!) have tonite- so for EarthSourceMedia, this is (Ugh!) joey racano saying, (Oof!) goodnight and g- (Agh!) with (ungh!) grace (Ahh!)  -ESM

 

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EarthSourceMedia reports for December 4th, 2008

‘That’s a Rap’

Those rascally conspirators- they really know how to run an airline, so to speak. You simply start an unnecessary war, kill about a million people -including 4200 American soldiers- blow up whole nations, steal the mineral rights, borrow trillions from China, give a hundred years worth of taxpayer monies to Wall Street, propagate a nonsensical world-wide ‘war on terror’, allowing for freedoms, liberties and individual rights to be withdrawn, then- presto!! Your term is up, and the hang-man is calling. But you have that all sorted out in advance, right? How to keep those nasty necks from the noose?  Here comes the biggest bucket of bullshit since Bush was a baby- or as Saddam Hussein would have put it, ‘the mother of all public relations campains! case in point…

‘Rice asks Pakistan to cooperate’, says the headline, referring to the rediculous ‘war on terror’ that is actually designed only to keep terrorist events continually happening. Americas predatory capitalist policies are the cause of  most terrorist activity (when we aren’t actually funding or training terror at places like the ‘School of the Americas’ in Georgia). The United Nations are well aware of this, and understandably appalled at what are so obviously war crimes activity perpetrated by the Bush administration for the past 8 years. The international community is indeed chomping at the bit to pursue charges against them, a-la the Nuremberg trials of the 1940’s. Cheney’s smart enough to know it- that’s why he spent so much time out of the public eye, detonating charges to blast a bat-cave into the side of some mountain, where he may well end up putting a gun in his mouth as the world closes in around him.

Hence, on their way out of power, the Bush cabal are trying to soften up public opinion against them by using the press to give the impression they are running around the world doing goodie-good things, like the story in yesterdays media outlets showing Bush getting dropped off on the Whitehouse lawn by a military helicopter. He was returning from a ‘mission’ pushing his disgusting program finding foster care adults for children imprisoned in his concentration camps. EarthSourceMedia finds this horrifying in the most vile way.

So it was that Condoleezza Rice accepted a bouquet of flowers from Indian opposition leader L.K. advani in New Delhi, India Wednesday, making sure the press beamed the image of Condi the war criminal smiling, wearing a lady-like pearl necklace, holding a floral arrangement that positively screams, ‘this nice woman with the flowers never warned anyone of an impending ‘mushroom cloud’ to start a hideous war, this sweet Earthly manifestation of Aphrodite couldn’t be an Artimus-in-disguise. No need for impeachment at home, or arrest, trial and public hanging abroad for war crimes and treason. This gal never actually flew around the globe spreading the true terror of shock and awe, 21st century blitzkrieg, endless shooting, bombing, depleted uranium poisoning, kangaroo courts and torture. No- that wasn’t this woman with the flowers. Now go to sleep. Nice. Nice. Easy. Nice and easy.

The same way the old farts always tell us to ‘never forget’, Pearl harbor, never forget’ the events of September 11th, 2001, I feel it important that we, likewise, ‘never forget’ the events of the Bush Administration and the Project for a New American Century. One way I do it is to say fun things at the supermarket to folks who are so obviously asleep. I was in line at the checkout counter a day or so ago, and was asked by a young brainwashed Nazi-in-training, “Sir, would you like to donate free coffee to our troops in Iraq?” to which I replied in the most embarrassing way, “Sorry, I donate all my money to the ‘Iraqi kids who became orphans at American checkpoints’ foundation.

Los Angeles, California:

A few weeks ago, a Swedish ‘rapper’ had an altercation at a Hollywood crosswalk, in which a man wound up dead. Now, these guys both being musicians, are kind of my brethren, so I don’t actually like to ‘dog’ another rapper- (hear my rhymes at: www.myspace.com/joeyracano).

But this is a case that must be aired- what would Miley Cyrus, Beyonce or Brittany Spears think? A local Jazz musician named John Osnos -who lived in cities all his life, never used a car, and was a stickler for pedestrian’s rights- was walking across a busy Hollywood street in a cross walk, when the driver of a waiting car grew impatient and revved up his engine and lurched forward to ‘hurry the guy up’. The driver happened to be rapper David Jassy from Sweden, and apparently was in a hurry. But Osnos made a fatal mistake by tapping on Jassy’s hood with a cane. Jassy got out of the car, punched Osnos in the face, and left the scene. And oh, those details- Jassy left the scene via a route that took him over Osnos, now wearing the tire-tracks of Jassy. Osnos died, and Jassy fled, but was later aprehended. His lawyer says he is ‘devastated’. What he probably means (because I understand rapper talk) is that ‘his client is ‘devastated’ that he has to “go through this sorry-ass bullshit just because he ran over some fat mother Fu%@!@ who was walking too slow and hit his dope-ass ride with a walkin’ stick until he had to take a detour over his ass.”

As a special artistic offering, EarthSourceMedia presents a custom-crafted ‘rap’ explaining the events of that unfortunate evening in terms not unfamiliar to Mr. Jassy:

~There I was, it was Saturday night- I was cruisin’ in my ride I was doin’ it right

when some role-ee -pole-ee dude with a wooden cane- was walking so slow that it drove me insane

I busted a move on my accelerator pedal- the engine climbed it was pedal-to-the-metal

He hit me with the cane on the hood of my ride- I really got mad, it was rappers pride

So i got out of the car and I punched him in the face

It was bound to leave a scar- so i picked up the pace

And I scooted from the scene I was sure it was grass

 But apparently the green was the dudes fat ass

Now Im sittin in a cell with a guy named ‘Fro’

I’m hopin’ that a jury’s gonna let me go

I promise not to run any mo’ folks down

Just as long as a brother doesn’t act like a clown”

-ESM 

  That’s the news for today- this is joey racano for EarthSourceMedia saying, “Goodnight and go with grace”.  -ESM

 

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