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 by The Lamplighter
                                      updated capriciously. . .

QUOTATIOUS:
"Choose softer paths in all things. Hard times are always ready to pounce and seize us by the throat. Be gone demons, afflict us not, we have gentler matters to attend to. In that, we will find strength to answer the call." ---Jack Oakes.

MYCROFT'S ANALYSIS
Lamplighter's luminary pal, Dave Lindorff, posed a most radiant question for our dark times in a recent column: "Why Hasn't Bush Been Impeached Yet?" We suspect it has something to do with flouride, or UFO's, or Britney Spears, but our occasional correspondent Mycroft has more articulated ideas. Here is his response to Mr. Lindorff:

"When reading your column I was reminded of poor dopey Ralph Nader’s stated position for not withdrawing from the presidential race and throwing his support to Al Gore in the election before last. He said, I believe, in essence that the American public should realize that it does not matter whether the Democrats or Republicans are in the White House – the interests and behaviors they serve and evidence are the same (the interests he believed he was campaigning against by championing the ordinary schmoo).

"I believe this is the reason that an impeachment effort hasn’t been launched. Both parties and virtually all candidates share core value structures – please big money and the wad (Norman Mailer’s term), and big money and the wad loves a war. The Democrats have never been against the war on principal (the only valid reason in my estimation) – anyone with the slightest moral sense knew from the beginning that this was nothing more than outright systematic murder and conquest.

"The Democrats liked the idea of America controlling the world’s oil reserves as much as any hoary Texas Republican, and gave the institutional thumbs’ up to imperial conquest. The fact is that neither the Republicans nor the Democrats (nor the vast majority of the American public) believes that there is anything wrong with using America’s military might to conquer other nations and take their resources, or to impose our nation’s will upon them. Why else have an army?

"This is another engagement of the age-old duel between principal (i.e. the rule of law and reason) and might (I CAN impose my will so I WILL impose my will). Guess which side is winning? Guess which side always wins? Ultimately these politicians are neither “Republicans” nor “Democrats.” They are just people, with all the terrible urges and behaviors of an omnivore that evolved against desperate odds by its extraordinarily enhanced wit. It may be to humankind’s credit that the notion that morality ought to govern one’s actions cropped up some millennia into the evolutionary push toward eating lobster in Martha’s Vinyard, but humankind’s willingness to abandon notions of morality whenever snickeringly convenient (by that I mean at the drop of a proverbial hat) condemns us all.

"America stood on an interesting pedestal immediately following WWII. It seemed that a world-class political and military power whose actions were motivated (well, at least tempered) by principal, rather than by avarice, stood center stage. I believe this was an historic moment.

"Unfortunately America then launched into a series of small wars and skirmishes over the next fifty years that were not motivated solely or even primarily by principal (most by a mix of uncertainty about America’s role in the world, religious fear, the innate corporate profitability of a war – any war – and the possibility of long-term economic / strategic gain). This tarnished the image, but did not destroy it. Then came the invasion of Panama, the political cleansing of Grenada, the renting of our military to Saudi Arabia, the sponsoring of secret wars in Central and South America and, finally, a land grab as bold as any the English, French or Germans ever perpetrated during the heyday of military colonialism. We showed the world the true colors of America, and they are dark and mottled indeed.

"But it is a convenient lie to blame the Republicans or the Neocons for this fall from grace. It is the manifestation of the will, and the amoral indifference, and the overarching greed of virtually all Americans that has brought our nation so low."

Socratic Monologue
Our old lantern-lighter pal, Socrates, checked in with a monologue that was so well-crafted, so finely honed, so finessed and nuanced---and so flourescently important---that your Illuminator decided to give it separate placement. It is entitled, "Old Dogs and Dirty Tricks," and here is the tantalizing first paragraph:

"Washington is abuzz with the winds of change, or so we might wish to believe. Change comes hard for any one, but it is especially hard in the political arena. Particularly if you are the President of the Dis-United States. At what has become perhaps the most perilous moment in our national history, we are at a crossroads where only genuine statesmanship can guide us through to safety and put us back on course as the democratic model for the world to follow - - by choice, not by imposition."

Read all of this marvelous beam of light here.

Room Inn Nations
Lamplighter is so nonplussed---or it it plussed?---about the "Oscars," that his normal loquaciousness is low. But it must be said that all these gushing, barely articulate series of disjointed ejaculations about God and coming from South-Central L.A. and believing in your dream (where are the cliche police!) and so on have got to stop. LL thinks Forrest Whittaker is a superb actor and a stinking lousy speechmaker. Forrest, you have not solved global warming, discovered a cure for AIDS, or removed Bush and Cheney from power. You. . .acted. You. . .won an award. A top award. Well done, but a little humility, please. Same to you, Jennifer Holliday--er, Hudson---and believe me, you need it a lot more than Forrest. By the way, Ellen DeGeneres is every bit as funny as a second-grade teacher talking about milk going up your nose. And Clint, well, Clint, you're gettin' old at last. Greatest injustice of the night: "Pan's Labyrinth" not winning best foreign film. Second greatest injustice of the night: "The Departed" winning anything. There are better Bugs Bunny cartoons. Let Al Gore host next year. . .

In The Snake Eats Itself Department: Toyota is building a new auto assembly plant in Northeast Mississippi. There are at least two interesting things about this. First, the only reason Japanese auto manufacturers assemble cars in the USA is because the Congress years ago passed protective tariffs against Japanese auto imports. The companies beat this by building the cars here, so the tariffs were all rescinded. Second, the USA has a surplus of reasonably intelligent, reasonably hard-working adults in backwaters like Mississippi and other southern and Midwestern states happy to have these stultifying repetitive factory jobs---never mind what Karl "the Pig" Rove said about not wanting his son to pick tomatoes. In other words, we have become a source of reasonably intelligent cheap manufacturing labor, at least compared with the labor pools in Japan and Western Europe. In other words, we have become our own "Third World" country---outsourcing to ourselves! We’ll soon be making tennis shoes and clothing once again.

Question of the day: how many pairs of hands does a female movie star have to pass through before she becomes undesirable as used goods? It seems there is always some itinerant dancer or cinefellow ten or fifteen years younger (either calculating for exposure or who doesn’t know any better) willing to woo even the most tarnished aging divas and over the hill (25+ years) pop tarts. Wonder how Sharon Stone and Christian Slater are doing. . .

WHY DO THE BIRDS GO ON SINGING?*

Now cometh a great big wonderful beaming shaft! Lantern-lighter "Doc" yet again hath come through-eth with an essay guaranteed to drive shadows fleeing. Here it is, kids:

So, brethren and sisthren, it is fear – FEAR, I say – that is the genesis of religion. Fear of the unknown, fear of the known, fear of fear itself. Fear of terrorists, fear of dying, fear of flying. The original fears were probably of earthquakes, volcanoes, too much rain, too little rain, and other entirely inexplicable, uncontrollable natural factors that spelled doom or prosperity for our primitive hunter-gatherer forebears (note well that these remain pretty high on the things-feared-list today, puncturing little intellectual conceits about having de-mystified nature’s arbitrary assaults).

Modern fears are somewhat more varietal. True, the Big Boogaloo - fear of death – lurks behind nearly every manifestation of popular despair we still encounter during our brief mambo with life. Then we move on to the purveyors of oblivion -- starvation, disease, you know, the four horsemen of Apocalypse Now. Finally we end up entwined in pretty silly trivialities: fear of television reruns, fear of the next guy’s different god, fear of wearing the same dress as Dinky Glimp. If one could hear all the prayers for divine assistance in avoiding various types and levels of unpleasantry that waft upward each day, one would have a damned-near complete list of every dark and fearful nook in the human psyche.

And that brings me to my next point. What is the connection between fear and religion? Aha! It is identical to the fundamental principal of capitalism – identify a need, then satisfy it at a substantial profit (or sometimes create a need, then satisfy it, same thing). The elemental human need is two-headed – the need to understand those things we fear (fundamentally, that can kill us)and the need for assistance in avoiding them. Both heads perch on the same body -- The Unknown. You know, “The undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns….”

Now since it was probably pretty clear to even our brooding brow-ridged bipedal ancestors that they certainly didn’t have any answers, the logical thing was to ascribe the reason for such calamities to (and endow the power to stop such calamities in) somebody or something else. But who? But whom? (The grammar god is fickle and aloof.)

The original answer was -- in the very things that were feared. So, in every culture that was subject to volcanoes, you had a volcano god. Where floods were a hazard, you had a rain god. Earthquakes? Create an earthquake god. These fanciful creations satisfied both questions – these special effects gods were understood to be the cause of such seemingly arbitrary and appalling occurrences, and provided a key to avoiding them. Create and placate the right god, and the fire pits would stop firing, the rains would come on time and in moderation, and all would be right with the world.

This is all pretty much hokey dokey! It removed some of our fear by removing some of the unknown – people could understand these anthropomorphic gods they conjured up. They were sort of like us, only (to use the pop jargon) EMPOWERED. And the fancied ability to placate such gods restored a bit of imaginary control to the situation. Nobody got hurt, and everybody felt a little better. Well, except those sacrificed to placate a particular member of the pantheon one’s society venerated. (Funny how virgins seem to have been at the top of everybody’s Sacrificial Top Ten, be they gods of fire or fruitcake. You don’t suppose these societies were male-dominated, do you?) Taking the Big Dive to mollify the God of Large Potatoes must have been a bummer.

Of course, since these gods didn’t really exist, the success of societal adoration and attempted placation were pretty much arbitrary. (I’ve always loved the fact that the Greeks endowed their gods with the very human trait of arbitrariness, to explain why the results of their worship and sacrifices seemed so…arbitrary.) Even so, a little imagined control of the sometimes-dire situation seemed better than none, so even the ficklest of divine creatures and forces didn’t completely lose their supernatural sheen.

As the millennia passed, reasons for many of the natural catastrophes that had a way of shortening life expectancies became understood. Nothing does in a god quicker than application of the scientific method. Volcanoes? A release of the Earth’s inner molten core through fissures. Cataclysmic rainstorms? A shift in ocean temperatures and currents. It wasn’t because some big bully of an Olympian god had an angina attack after all.

When the reasons for the god's creation – to answer the Big Why? -- disappeared, so did the god. So long. Hasta la vista, Baby. Don’t let the door hit your ethereal ass on the way out.
But so long as us people remain fearful, so long as we keep deceasing and the mysteries of life, death and creation perplex our frontal lobes, we will keep around a god or two as a handy, dandy all-purpose response to those remaining perplexities that ail us. Sure you can ask him (or her or it) for special favors, but if you don’t get them, don’t bitch. Sure you can ask for an explanation of the mystery of life, but don’t hold your breath. Gods don’t explain. They work in mysterious ways. It’s in the contract.

To be continued.

*End of the World, composed by Skeeter Davis.

ROMAN MUSING
Lamplighter received the following bit of short musing from lantern-lighter Doc: 

"I have been reading an easy history of the Roman Empire (one of those books for idiots), only about 250 pages. Reading this leads to the conclusion that people have a killing gene that guides their actions. The history of Rome is a litany of hundreds of wars fought over about six centuries, killing many millions of people.  Each had a “reason,” but the real reason is the human need to kill, still guiding the actions of so many “leaders” today (as well as the armies they control and direct).

"Every war had a 'reason' seized upon to allow expression of the killing compulsion.  Everyone knows that if there were no soldiers, there would be no wars, but the fact is that there is an unending supply of soldiers, each of whom has the killing gene in place and in command. We sublimate and satiate the killing gene vicariously through brutal sports much of the time, but it boils to the surface often enough---resulting in the death of many, many millions in my lifetime alone. It is finding expression right now in Iraq (and shortly in Iran), Palestine, North Africa and innumerable other places in the world.  It has always been so with humans, and always will. Humans are easily the most despicable creatures extant. There certainly is no god, because if there were, we humans would be dispatched immediately by the creator without a moment’s pause."

The most despicable creatures extant? LL is not too partial to alligators. . .
   
END (L.A.) TIMES
The L.A. Times' ongoing decline and descent further into blandness and banality does not break Lamplighter's heart---what's left of it. This pompous, pretentious rag has for decades been marked by an unseemly self-importance and arrogance. Perhaps it's something in their coffee, as the haughty Times attitude may be encountered from top to bottom, from editor to phone operator to secretary. LL has a million stories about Times Disease. Here are two:

When "edited" by a fellow who had at least the maturity and seasoning of an 8-year-old, LL requested that the cliched word, "virtually" not be inserted in his copy, and that instead the plainer and more accurate "almost" be used. The response: "This is a TIMES story! This is a Los Angeles TIMES story! Are you so important that you don't have to be edited?" I know, I know, but it's true, folks. The other: when an overnight Fed-Ex package to LL was sent care of the Times, why, the secretary there very conscientiously forwarded it to His Brightness---three months later. When LL very, very politely asked the secretary if she wouldn't mind alerting him to any/all urgent overnight packages---offering to then drive down and pick them up---Sec'y said, and we quote, "We forward mail to you as a COURTESY. If you don't like it, we can just throw it in a box down here and you can come and get it yourself!"

But this is a mere surface scratch into Times mentality.

This "great newspaper" (as its editors and ad campaigns have long shamelessly referred to it) became "great" only because of the Hearst Corporation stupidly killing the Examiner in '62 and dropping out of the morning market. Prior to that, The Times historically had been considered a dull, gray, arch-conservative, racist fishwrap that was laughed at by the staffs of the other four or five papers in town (several of which were also arch-conservative and racist.) And as we like to maintain in this column, the Times has never been a "great" newspaper---despite some truly fine reporting and writing amid all the chin-stroking overstuffed interminable phoneybaloney prose and pose---rather, it has been a "great big" newspaper.

So it is with outright cheering that we observe the Tribune Company debase the place, and rub its imaginary blue nose in the dirt. We chortle when we see it subjected to the (gasp) unthinkable indignity of front-page ads on its various sections. We howl at the new ad campaign that shows fisheye-lensed dunderheads staring into your face (as if looking into a newsrack), reacting with drooling delight at the "redesigned" paper (as if people ever give a crap about such superficial changes.) We smile fiendishly when the latest Tribune Company babysitter---er, publisher---demonstrates zero understanding of L.A., and talks about "reaching out" to the "latino community" (as if the "latino community" gives a damn about the paper.) We slap our knees when they do things like switch the editorial pages to section one---oh, yeah, that'll sell more papers!---and, cough, howl, reduce the size of the masthead! Yowzah! Now I'm gonna subscribe!

The Times would do fine if it would change just a couple things---like oh, its staff and attitude. But the likelihood of that happening is as great as Bush leaving Iraq. What is going to happen is that this sorry paper will become more of a magazine to amplify a newsier website---so says the new Babysitter. (Yes, this will increase circulation! Make the stories even more interminable!) And it will do many, many other fall-down-funny, crackpot things.

What staggers LL about all this, and the widespread decline in newspapers everywhere, is that there is an obvious remedy that no one ever mentions. How about. . .become a newspaper again?

Newspapers all over the country from Monterey to Omaha have largely the same national/international content and coverage. What the hell ever happened to covering the community? That's right, folks---imagine this: a local newspaper. And what's more---a hard-hitting, no-pulled-punches newspaper that advocates on behalf of the community, and the underdog. (If that sounds like the Jim Bellows-era Herald-Examiner, you're way ahead of me.) Put most national and international news in section two. Make the paper an L.A. paper! Make it irreverent, funny. Make the writing bright, sharp, to-the-point. Inspire outrage. Inspire tears. Stop pandering to Hollywood, and start covering it. And you really, really need a punchy, crackerjack sports section. (The Times sports pages are full of people consumed with out-punning each other, and Bill "One Sentence Per Paragraph" Plaschke.) Bring back weekly Bingo games! Give away cars! Hire Bob Barker as official spokesman! And as far as losing ad revenue to Craigslist and the like, how is it that the Times and other papers didn't instantly come up with an on-line competitor? Well, you get the drift. And drift is the future of the Times and other American newspapers---as long as they are owned by bottom-line mercenaries like Dean Singleton, The Tribune Company, and "edited" by overeducated, monied elitists completely out of touch with working-class reality.

THE SUZERAINTY
Nice word, isn't it? Of course, you've heard it before, being far more enlightened than Your Illuminator. If you knew suzerainty like I knew suzerainty. . .Didn't I go to school with Suze Rainty? It might've choked Suze, but it ain't gonna choke Rainty. Cough. Ahem. Sorry, I had a small fit. But this is the Perfecto Zapata word for the Bush Administration's magnificent achievements in The Middle East. (Well, Condi thinks they're magnificent---she told Congress how successful this whole venture has been!) But don't take it from Lamplighter---take it from lantern-lighter Doc, who dropped a line to muse about exactly how much Congress can do to stop George W. "American Enterprise Institute" Bush (the Neocon---accent on the "con"---outfit drafted current Iraq plans and wrote Prezboy's big speech about same.) Doc explained that there are no checks whatsoever on unbalanced Bush:

"Some argue, perhaps correctly, that it started when Ford pardoned Nixon, letting him off the hook for breaking numerous laws. This established the presumption that any president who goes too far will be similarly pardoned, so no sitting president need have fear of personal repercussions for actions. Note that we have not declared war on Iraq or anyone else, sidestepping the issue. Congress just decided to call it something else, in order to avoid the responsibility of making such a decision. The press and White House call it a 'war on terror' at best, when it honestly ought to be called 'A Racist Crusade Under the Impetus of Pseudo-Christianity to Co-opt Iraq Oil Reserves and Impose an Israeli Suzerainty Over the Middle East.' U.S. citizens don’t think there is anything wrong with killing Iraqis (or any other Muslims) and stealing their oil. They don’t. Really. It is okay by them to kill the 'towel-heads.' This is the real, core problem, and it won’t go away."

Now, lantern-lighter Doc's observations were amplified a bit by lantern-lighter Socrates, who wrote:

"Congress has always squirmed when it came to exercising its constitutional duty regarding a declaration of war. The Authorization Act passed during the Nixon years (and vetoed by Mr. N.) has never been actively implemented in curbing Presidential incursions on congressional powers. Worse, the blank check given by Bush's stacked deck Republican congress in authorizing the use of military force against any country known to be involved in 9/11 has never been seriously challenged - - patriotism, you know. Perhaps now, congressional hearings on a variety of Bush shenanigans may offer some hope of restoring powers to their proper place. Perhaps. NPR had an interview in which it was stated that about 65% of our available military is bogged down in Iraq alone. This may act as a constraint on any plan to attack Iran. The wild card, of course, is Israel. If Israel attacks Iran unilaterally, we're sunk.

"Just an afterthought: If the surge fails, as it will, McCain as an active supporter of the policy, will doom his presidential ambitions. Fine with me."
 
HANGMAN
So we won’t have Saddam to kick around anymore. . .Yes, Lamplighter almost feels sorry for the “brutal dictator.” Hell, he was only doing what brutal dictators are supposed to do: wipe out a couple hundred people every time the populace gets unruly. True, he got rather um, carried away with the sadism and idolatry, but that's hardly unusual for brutal dictators. People forget: Saddam was supported by the U.S. for decades while he was busy having fun as a brutal dictator. . .U.S. Ambassador April Glaspie inadvertently gave him the go-ahead to take Kuwait. . .Saddam actually did destroy his only “WMD” about two or three weeks before the invasion (about 25 Scud missiles with no WMD in the warheads). . .Saddam did say he would negotiate with the U.S. shortly before the invasion. . .Naturally, we know that the whole Iraq thing was a sham from the get-go---an excuse for vainglory, indulging fantasy about "democratizing" Arab nations (which, of course, would actually result in them electing religious maniac brutal dictators), allowing corporations to rape and pillage, etc. Seems to LL that Saddam’s big mistake was lobbing those few Scuds at Israel in Gulf War I. That, was not hard to comprehend, given that the entire Arab world thinks Israel is an aggressive and murderous anti-Arab state (with nukes, no less.) But that’s what sealed his fate. The Neocons, many of whom actually worked for Israel (Cheney, Wolfowitz, and others freelance consulted for the Likud party), swore to “git” Saddam at that point. So now we are a nation that selects defenseless nations we do not like, invades, occupies, and murders their leaders. Gee, wonder why we are not bothering with all the other brutal dictators in the world.

XMAS WITH JACK OAKES
One of the resident "A Verse to You" poets on this fine website, Jack Oakes, periodically drops a line to edify, horrify, electrify. It is with the heartiest Christmas cheer that Lamplighter brings you the latest tiny acorns from Oakes:

"Some schmuck in an BMW tailgated me tonight. When I pulled over, he slowed down and glared at me. I flipped him off. When I pulled out again, he slowed down. I tried to pull around him, and he sped up. I put the brights on him, and he took off. Probably some yuppie swine drunk from an Xmas party.

"That's the thing I dislike about the holiday season, it brings out the worst in many, many people. Real ugliness. Greed, a corruption. A hellish darkness of the collective soul.

"As for the morons and "Christian" jackasses who rant about the "War on Christmas," well, the Colonial Puritans also hated Christmas. It was banned in England. Read this from the Worldwide Church of God, Herbert Armstrong's old church
(http://www.wcg.org/lit/church/holidays/xmassin.htm):

"But a truly Christian observance of Christmas does not include drunkenness, fornication, carousing or any other conduct unworthy of saints."

"Ah shucks, I miss that old-fashioned sort of Christmas!

"Bad Santa," by the way, is a tremendous movie. It captures the true shabby spirit of Christmas in our modern world.

"Here is another take on the history  of Christmas
(http://www.serve.com/shea/germusa/xmasintr.htm):
"The celebration of Christmas was made a crime in Massachusetts in 1659. That edict was repealed in 1681, but in 1686 the governor needed two soldiers to escort him to Christmas services. In 1706 a Boston mob smashed the windows in a church holding Christmas services. Due to the early predominance of the Dutch in New York (founded by them and first named New Amsterdam), New Yorkers celebrated Christmas from the 17th century on, but as late as 1874 Henry Ward Beecher, America's most prominent preacher, said, "To me, Christmas is a foreign day."

LL adds: Which brings to mind that wonderful poem about Beecher:

The Reverend Henry Ward Beecher
Called the hen a most elegant creature
The hen, pleased with that,
laid an egg in his hat
And thus did the hen reward Beecher!

COUNTRY HAYWIRE
Bush wants $100 billion MORE for Iraq and Afghanistan. Crazy John McCain wants 30,000 more troops for Iraq. The Joint Chiefs don't want any more troops sent. About three-quarters of the populace wants to get out of Iraq. This country is simply out of control. How long, one wonders, will the world put up with it? And in the highly unlikely event that "we" wind up controlling Iraq with massive manpower and expense, what the hell kind of achievement is that? And will the last sane U.S. citizen please turn off the lights?

MERRY GOLDMAN SACHS
Oh, the spirits are bright at Goldman Sachs! Oh, the holly is jolly and the gentlemen merry. Ladies, too! The outfit made $9.34 billion this year, the most in Wall Street history---so much that it is setting aside $16.5 billion for salaries, bonuses and benefits for employees. (Either that or share a cell with Jeff Skilling.) Now, we checked with reputable mathematicians, and we think a billion dollars is a lot more than is made by Your Illuminator, but so what---Goldman Sachs deserves every penny. After all, these are the investment bankers who arrange mergers and acquisitions or sell corporate stock to investors---you know, all those mysterious things that happen to a people with lots of money. Why, there's a merger industry! Did you know that? I'll bet you did, and Lamplighter was the only one in the dark here. That's correct, these are people who help corporations swallow one another up, and make everything so wonderfully chaotic and mercenary in our world! Cynical? Moi? Nah, LL wishes all investment bankers great happiness through all their massive material wealth. They're neat people! Why, here is a quote from a nice lady investment banker named Pamela Liebman in the NYT coverage: Investment bankers, she said, "work hard and want to live well." You bet. Merging is hard work! And everyone aspires to live well, especially in Watts and Compton. Ms. Liebman, the chief executive of the Corcoran Group, a residential brokerage, gives us a little insight into the personality of the average investment banker: he or she, she said, is usually interested in buying a luxury apartment in Manhattan or a second or third residence elsewhere. Hey, so is LL! And wouldn't you know it? Lots of people seem to really like investment bankers! Why, the folks at BMW of Manhattan opened a showroom at 67 Wall Street just so investment bankers would not have to take all that nasty time to travel uptown to its main sales and service operation at 57th Street and 11th Avenue! Wow. So when you are wrapping the one or two presents you went into hock to buy for your kids to put under the plastic image of a Christmas tree stuck to the wall above the TV, just remember---at least the investment bankers at Goldman Sachs are having a swell holiday season!

GO PARK YOURSELF, TRAFFIC COPS

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: anyone who would take a job as a parking cop is fundamentally deranged. There are any number of sicknesses involved here, beginning with a simple desire to exert authority. There are also elements of sadism, obviously, as their very job is causing problems and much unpleasantry. Would you like a job based on causing pain? (Dentists excepted?)

Yes, the arrogant and rich among us frequently park illegally, because they don’t give a damn, and they deserve the tickets. But they are in the minority of those who find the little flapping pinkies under their windshield wipers. Typically, recipients are those who emerge from a movie five minutes after a meter expired, or who put quarters in meters that do not register them---or those who park in 40-minute parking zones that are right next to four-hour parking zones and have identical signs except for the zero.
Typically, they are also people who cannot afford to pay the fines.

Etcetera.

Lamplighter’s significant flame once parked perfectly between two red zones, with barely inches to spare on either side. It was a masterful job. Yes, she was blocking a handicapped access curb---but the handicapped access was 100 percent blocked by a construction fence and scaffold. Did she get a ticket? Does a dog scratch its ass? Did she fight the ticket? Does a cat have a scratchy tongue? Did she win? Oh sure, and rabbits don’t wiggle their little pink noses.

Which brings up the latest astounding ploy used by Parking Nazis. This one really leaves the tongue lolling, the head rolling around the shoulders, the eyeballs pinwheeling.

Get this:

LL observed a woman pull into a metered parking space in Westwood one afternoon. Two hour parking. She emerged from the car and put lots of money in her meter, went away for a while, and came back to find a flapping pinkie under her windshield wiper.

No, her meter had not expired.

No, she was not parked during a “no parking” period for street cleaning.

No, she was not partly into a red zone behind her.

Ready? She was not exactly in the little white-painted corners delineating the parking space. Her rear tire was about four inches past one of the corners.

This was not even Your Illuminator’s business, but I remain outraged.

These parking cops are just sick at the very core of their being.

QUOTATIOUS:
From Lantern-Lighter Jack Oakes:

"Meanwhile African-American personages are languishing in misery, crime, sickness, despair, ignorance, poverty, violence and the best Jesse and Sharpie can come up with is to rant about some has-been sitcom actor's psycho outburst at a comedy club. I have a dream. They don't have a clue."

SOCRATES CHECKS IN
Your Illuminator just cannot bring his glowing self to shed light on any of the madness involving the L.A. Times, or Iraq, or Oprah telling Kirstie Alley, "Your boobs look good," or McCartney calling for a "dignified" divorce, or the hideous weather, orGeorgio Armani on the cover of Arcitectural Digest (oh, goshohgollygeewhizbangwowie, I wish I could live like Georgio!), so it was with some relief that we received the following essay from regular Lantern-lighter Socrates. It is far too civilized reading for most of you, but then, most of you don't read this site anyhow. . .Soc?

"October and November is a deliciously calming time of the year, the temperature moderating, the colors of the flora making a last burst of splendor, and the animal kingdom heading toward nap time. Unfortunately, the magical spell is broken for one species, since it becomes the season of silliness as its “leaders” make a headlong dash to satisfy their egos by aspiring to mediocrity when greatness is beyond their grasp, thereby demonstrating why no one should elect them to political office. The lack of statesmanship in our time is underscored by the expectation that public service is the stepping stone to riches or a footnote in the history books. This egocentric philosophy of our elected servants has done more to undermine the virtue of our country, our democracy, and our Constitution than any enemy beyond our borders.

"The public need consider only a few of the most absurd public pronouncements by officials “in the know.” President Bush’s declaration of “mission accomplished” has become a ludicrous testament to willful ignorance of cultural, historical, and military realities; Vice President Cheney’s proclamation that “the insurgency is in its death throes,” underscores the primacy of wishful thinking over rational thought; and Secretary of Defense Rumsfeld’s conclusion that one billion more dollars is appropriate for training more Iraqi security forces, but that we don’t need more trainers is mind boggling. His departure is a premature Christmas gift that is not unappreciated. I’m sure each of us has a favorite tribute to madness, but it eventually reaches the point that Americans have to ask themselves: What is to be done to undo the travesty and tragedy that has been foisted upon us in the name of security, regardless of the party in power?

"The congressional elections were a possible step in the right direction, but the country needs to look well beyond throwing the rascals out. Perhaps we need, desperately, to change not the officials, but the system. Thomas Jefferson admonished us two centuries ago that the tree of liberty needed to be refreshed on occasion with the blood of patriots. He may have meant literally a homegrown insurgency, but more likely an updating of the Constitution to reflect the changing times, but never sacrificing our hard won democratic principles. If it was the latter, then clearly we are overdue for an overhaul. To that end, my ruminations in this silly season have led me to consider what reformations of our Constitutional government might be in order that would satisfy our Founding Fathers’ intent and avert the fascist oligarchy that threatens to overwhelm us.

"We need to examine what is wrong with our current system. What seems to have brought us to the precipice of disaster is two fold: the lust for power and the lust for wealth. The prescription for curing our ailment is simple and therefore bitter, but only to those who put their interest above their country. The cynical observation that anyone who would seek public office should be regarded with the suspicion an electorate would have for a common criminal is not without merit.

"How then do we neutralize the overly ambitious from aspiring to power? We might begin by limiting the potential for power. Maintaining the two bodies of Congress would be practical, but limit their term of service to four years for both bodies by staggering their election by two years so that both bodies would not be elected at the same time. Further, any official elected is automatically removed from office at the end of that four years and not allowed to run for office again until his office has been vacated for four years. Said official will be paid a salary adequate to perform his functions and be off limits to any lobbyist. Lobbyists must address publicly the whole body of Congress and there are to be no secret hearings of public concern.

"How the Congress would be populated needs to be changed. Power must be removed from ruinously competing political parties. Just a suggestion, but two parties would be acceptable and lesser parties would align themselves with one of the two. There should be an equal balance between male and female members and roughly the same should hold true for the Supreme Court. The recommendation is that a representative from each party would be elected by each state to the House of Representatives and to the Senate. Neither party would have a majority; therefore, they must compromise judiciously or forfeit their salary. There would be no room for party politicking, but only learned debate in the interest of the country. However, there must be results. The tie-breaking vote would be cast not by the Vice-President, but the electorate: In or out!

"The citizenry needs to be presented with an agenda of problems of national concern and allowed to designate which they regard as the most important for any legislative session, when they elect their representatives. If those national, not state, problems are not dealt with effectively during the legislative session of four years, all representatives forfeit any future congressional career for four years and the return of their salaries. The agenda could possibly be derived from state legislatures reflecting their constituents’ needs: the budget, education, health, safety, treaties, et cetera. The presentation of the agenda would be to the Congress by the President and his responsibility would be to keep them on task.

"As for the President, he should be elected by the general public, but his powers should be relegated to those of leadership: proposing, but not disposing; exhorting, but not dictating. Veto power would remain in his/her hands, but signing statements would be invalidated as representing a de facto veto. The power to declare war would rest with the Congress or selected officials in consultation with the President, not solely the President. If we are ever under attack time becomes moot. In time of war not precipitated by us, all congressional members’ terms would be extended one term. The President may serve four years, then, be retired and allowed to run after four years have elapsed.

"These few suggestions represent a beginning of possible upgrades of the Constitution, but primarily they would serve to seal off the corridors to the abuse of power and limit the rapacious urges of many alleged public servants. Certainly the Bill of Rights needs to be vigorously enforced, and the selection of Supreme Court Justices warrants being revisited, but these are matters beyond immediate necessities: addressing the causes of our woes. These are just a few of my ruminations for a better future. Shouldn’t we all be re-examining the state of our nation? After all, it is the silly season. Right?

"If I may be so bold, I think it might not be an inappropriate forum for “The Lamplighter” to solicit reasoned ideas from its readers to submit their suggestions as to how America might improve the functioning of our elected government on a reformed Constitutional basis. How say ye?

Socrates

RALPH STORY STORY
Ralph Story had an inimitably affable demeanor, on and off-screen. His feature stories and commentaries, often about Los Angeles, were an important part of L.A. news in the '60's, specifically, KNXT's "The Big News," and the weekly feature show, "Ralph Story's Los Angeles." Lamplighter remembers the latter fondly, and it had a bit of a role in inspiring him to later want to write features about interesting and offbeat people and places. Anyhow, LL had the pleasure of meeting Ralph back in the '70's, when he had the unlikely job of anchoring the local KNXT news with Connie Chung. He was extraordinarily gracious to a kid who did not particularly want to do what has really a puff-piece. Story passed away a couple of months ago, but he is fondly remembered by KCET, where he worked toward the end of his career. And he had the good judgement to devote one of his "Ralph Story's Los Angeles" shows in 1964 to the original L.A. Daily News, celebrated on this website. The transcription of that show, painstakingly hunted down and transcribed by LL, may be found here. End Story.

SQUAWK AND TWILLIE
For some reason that would take an hour to explain, Lamplighter's consciousness, or lack of same, contains a conversation with a minor fictional character in a film. The character's name is Squawk Mulligan, and he is a bartender in a movie called "My Little Chickadee." Squawk is having a chat with fellow barkeep Cuthbert J. Twillie, played by the man who wrote the dialogue for this scene, one W. C. Fields.

Now, what stands out from this utterly drop-dead funny scene is not the utterly drop-dead funny exchange between Squawk and Twillie, but the voiceover of a "customer," who says, with all the sobriety of a man on trial for murder, "No, I just can't recall any such incident right now." The dryness of this delivery, and the businesslike manner in which the speaker considers the rather unusual question that is put to him, is a pearl of absurdity. Here is the conversation:

(Twillie and old buddy "Squawk Mulligan" are tending bar together, telling tall tales to a customer:)

Twillie: "I'm tending bar one time down in the lower east side in New York. A tough paloma comes in there by the name of Chicago Molly. I cautioned her, 'None of your peccadilloes in here.' There was some hot lunch on the bar, comprising of succotash, Philadelphia Cream Cheese, and asparagus with mayonnaise. She dips her mitt down into this melange. I'm yawning at the time, and she hits me right in the mug with it. I jumps over and I knocks her down."

Squawk: "You knocked her down? I was the one that knocked her down!"

Twillie: "Oh yes, that's right. He knocked her down...but I was the one who started kicking her. I starts kicking her in the midriff. Did you ever kick a woman in the midriff that had a pair of corsets on?"

Customer: "No, I just can't recall any such incident right now."

Twillie: "Well, I almost broke my great toe; I never had such a painful experience."

Customer: "Did she ever come back again?"

Squawk: "I'll say she came back. She came back a week later and beat the both of us up."

Twillie: "Yeh, but she had another woman with her--an elderly woman with gray hair."

By the way, Fields did not merely contribute this one scene to the movie, as is claimed here. He had a knock-down drag-out with co-star Mae West over the writing that resulted in co-credit on the movie.

IRAQ AS 'PROVING GROUND'
Attention, lantern-lighters: this might make you want to throw a lampshade over your head and dance yourselves into imbecility. It's a little note sent our way by the poet, Jack Oakes, who keeps up with current events---much to his own distress. Jack?

"They will shut us down. No more Internet, imposition of martial law, rounding up of dissidents for those concentration camps, death squads stalking our streets, torture chambers, rape rooms, the whole enchilada. All these threads are all connected. They just don't happen willy-nilly out of thin air.

"If America can declare itself free to torture, kidnap, secretly imprison without charge or trial, any damned thing is thinkable and doable.

"What has gone down in Iraq is a training ground, a proving ground for things to come. Plus recruiting the dregs of society will provide shock troops for repression at home (a la "Clockwork Orange"). Iraq is not a failure, it's a rousing success. They are doing exactly what was planned. They intended a no-win war. And the key element: it is a massive redistribution of billions of dollars from all of us to the military industrial complex. That's the real deal."

Jack sent along a few links to elucidate his views:

Iran: The Unthinkable War---part one
http://www.dissidentvoice.org/Oct06/Santos02.htm
Part One: The Democrats are silent as the Bush regime prepares for war against Iran -- silent in the face of a potential nuclear mass murder -- even a global war. Silent in the face of an attack that could cause an utter meltdown of the global economy, a 1930s style Depression that would send millions, perhaps billions of people into starvation-level poverty, as the prices of oil and gasoline triple.
Part two:
http://www.dissidentvoice.org/Oct06/Santos04.htm
Part two: Democrats and Republicans alike claim that Iran is a “terrorist state,” one that can’t be allowed to possess nuclear weapons. But there is no evidence that Iran is developing a nuclear weapon, any more than there was any proof that Iraq was developing one.
The Bush/Cheney Police State Is Upon Us
http://www.rense.com/general73/stt.htm
Now That You Could be Labeled an Enemy Combatant…
http://www.dissidentvoice.org/Oct06/Wokusch04.htm
They Passed the Torture Bill, Gave Bush Wiretapping, and America is Dead
Bush's Mysterious 'New Programs' (from 2/23/06)
http://www.alternet.org/rights/32647/
But recent developments suggest that the Bush administration may already be contemplating what to do with Americans who are deemed insufficiently loyal or who disseminate information that may be considered helpful to the enemy. Top U.S. officials have cited the need to challenge news that undercuts Bush's actions as a key front in defeating the terrorists, who are aided by "news informers," in the words of Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld.

MIGHTY OAKES
Now that you are in a swell frame of mind, after you get finished lining up that Irish citizenship, you might want to read this more heartening rumination, also from Mr. Oakes:

I reflect just now that I am essentially the same person as I was 30 years ago. A bit more prudent, perhaps. But instead of having the pep of a 25-year-old, I'm a shuffling middle-aged guy.
I look at the world around me and see ... what? Not my world, I do not give consent to this society. Were I could be like Thoreau and live in a shack and wander about commenting on what is observed.

Ah, that is so passe. Nobody wants to hear it. Nobody wants to see us. It's not good for ratings, it doesn't sell tickets. There is no profit in us.

Nobody thinks about the world the way we still do. The visions we had were the best, the music we heard was the best. The friendships were grand. The times were joyous.

Ah, but time passes us by. And we are left to wonder why. Yet each morning, we rouse ourselves from our slumber and rub the sleep from our eyes and give it another try.

But it seems with each passing day, we are a little less a part of the passing scene. We have become ghosts. There is no prophet in us.

It's only money, that is all that most people see, money. Money to stave off fear. Fear of death, or growing old, of being sick. The pervasive level of opulence in this country is astounding. Money has a way of altering landscapes and mindscapes. It provides an illusion of escape from the cycle of suffering as assuredly as any opium pipe.

But I prefer my dreams and visions. May they be true.
May I be true to them. Who could ask for anything more. I'm the richest man in the world. I have nothing to prove. I am already a winner. May I extend benefit to all sentient beings, to each according to his needs.

It is better to be optimistic, to believe in what we know to be true. We only wish to tell the truth, we have no wish to deceive. We've struggled mightily these many years against a thousand passions, and it has brought us to the brink of understanding. The utlimate discovery, the simplest plan. Shake my hand.

As was the case with the Age of Enlightenment, the Declaration of Independence, the rights of man, we could well usher in a new era of understanding and insight. Even as our fundamental liberties are imperiled as never before, a new wave of reason is being nurtured in ways the pundits and hucksters could never understand, nor ever corrupt.

A few sweet words of truth and kindness dispensed as we go through our day will cast new seed onto ready ground. The results will be a new Garden of Eden. Nurtured by passion and reason, indestructible by greed and corruption, cutting through contempt, calumny and delusion.

Find the right words, find them in your heart. No greater magic can be imagined. There's no further search required. The quest is at an end. The misery and the ignorance and the howling stops now.

If the world is dull, stale and unprofitable, it is only because we have let it be so. The things that will happen now are beyond the understanding of the media hounds and whores. Keep them at bay. Don't let them get a sniff of the project. Careful labors are required now.

Believe in your gifts, the ultimate treasure, beyond the limits imposed by current commerce. Here is the antidote. Let us toast to the success of our further adventures.

CLEANING HOUSE
Lantern-Lighter Socrates dropped a line from his retreat in Idylwild, or was it Truth or Consequences, or was it Vane, Ohio? Anyhow, Soc was cleaning out his garage, and it got him thinking about cleaning out Washington, D.C.:

"The first phase of remodeling mania has abated, but a follow up bout is in the making I fear.

"Mania." Now there is a word that is about to become as abused, overused, and relegated to meaninglessness as the current buzz word, "robust," (note to readers: please see Lingo Czar column) especially if our beloved fearless and feckless leader persists in shooting his mouth off at the behest of Herr Rove, and if the media becomes increasingly aware of his manic desperation to salvage his ass from future charges of war crimes and some well-earned knitting time in Leavenworth. In all fairness he should be offered the alternative of being "renditioned" to a judicial institution for humane inquiry, say in Baghdad or Mosul. Although there have been a few insightful remarks made about Bungling B's admission regarding previously denied CIA secret prisons, no one seems to be outraged - I mean OUTRAGED - that he confesses to a lie and has the gall to insist that Congress pass legislation sanctifying his sins and saving his hide and that of his camp followers (Republican moneyed [but never enough] whoremongers (such a wonderful Biblically laden term) who have sold this country down Texas' gold plated porcelain brain drain). I doubt if there is enough room available in Argentina to accommodate the number of expatriots that would be generated if Congress declines. Fat chance!"

Some rant from the Soc-man! But wait---there's more:

"I realize I sound overly optimistic, but when Arlen Specter bends over backward to legalize Bugsy B's rapes of the Constitution while insisting L'Emperor must ask Congress first - respectfully, for the sake of appearances, just as was done in Ancient Rome; and the front runner of the Democratic hopefuls, Ms. Clinton, admonishes the nation that we need new leadership while "completing the mission" in Iraq, what is one to do except laugh maniacally. I'm sure Mr. Bin Laden is doing just that as he strolls the twilight streets of Des Moines pondering the irony of his reported presence "somewhere" in the mountainous border region of Pakistan, while America is "staying the course" in Iraq pursuing its "War on Terror."

"Well, as in the immortal words of the inimitable Madame Malaprop, "I distress." Certainly I have wandered far from the garage syndrome, but after the investment of a week, I felt I should at least give the semblance of some remarkable transformation in my life having occurred (note: Soc sent a few pics of his spic-and-span garage) that will give indisputable proof that my life has indeed been in vain (Vain, Indiana, that is.)"

Lamplighter here: Turns out, by the way, there is no Vain, Indiana, or any other city named Vaiin. So no one, Soc, lives in Vain.

SUCH WISDOM FROM AN ANIMAL. . .
If you have never seen the wombat lecture, please watch. If you already have seen it, please watch again.

VONNEGUTTED
There is a new piece on the great Kurt Vonnegut in Rolling Stone, in which he calmly predicts the end of humankind based on the usurping of fossil fuel. Which prompted these observations from reader "Doc:"

"How can any human be so dispirited and remain alive? It can't be fun, unless Vonnegut has some genetic immunity to his own words and thoughts. Maybe if you are the one thinking it up and saying it, the message isn't as destructive of hope. I think humans will stumble along this rutted downhill track for centuries yet, I don't think anything cataclysmic will happen (or at least not so cataclysmic as to obliterate civilization such as it is). It is important to believe Vonnegut because of the motivational force of his ideas, though. A healthy halving of the human population through disease and starvation will leave a manageable group with sufficient technology to prosper on vastly reduced hydrocarbon use. I think this is coming. See the story on suicide epidemic in India because of continuing drought and reduction of government subsidies to farmers? Galapagos said it straightest. With its hopeful Darwinianism. Sounds like Vonnegut now looks at Bush as a symptom rather than as the disease. Western art largely freed itself from the shackles of religion 250 years ago. There ought to be signs of it reemerging as a dominant artistic force if the marching legions of the fearful/devout are as powerful as they are billed. Would be interesting if France wound up the last preserve of laissez faire humanism, as the Americo neo-inquisition warms up its torture machines. There is something to be said for a sense of history."

LENNON COMEBACK
John Lennon “persevered through relentless absurdity,” as per the Rip Post motto, and attempted to turn his fame and wealth into a means of generating human cooperation. Lamplighter remembers it all too clearly, and how so many churlish souls found Lennon’s high profile “commercial campaign for peace” to be over-the-top.

It is now fairly apparent that no campaign for peace can be too over-the-top. How many persons in Lennon’s position, in terms of wealth and fame, have devoted themselves to such constructive matters? Bill and Melinda Gates perhaps head up the short list.
 
For this---for turning his life into an anti-war campaign---Lennon was spied upon by the United States government and threatened with deportation. He and wife Yoko Ono were famously tailed, bugged, harassed, and frightened by government spooks under orders from Richard Nixon and J. Edgar Hoover.

As with Lennon, peace groups today across the nation are being monitored and spied upon, infiltrated and harassed---by the United States of America. The government has turned paranoiac in its fear of “terrorists,” turning its Big Brother eyeballs on senior citizen coffee klatches and those who wear anti-war T-shirts to Bush rallies. The Neocons who are seeking to remake the world through World War III fear nothing more than a united anti-war front.

Unfortunately, they have little to fear. The anti-war “front” in this country seems splintered, fragmented, discouraged. Many "mainstream" Americans have been brainwashed into a nervous fear of “terrorists.” Others mistake the Iraq madness for countering terrorism, when it has done nothing but foster and increase the number and resolve of terrorists.

Things are not as they were in the late ‘60’s and ‘70’s, when middle-class suburban moms and dads marched in anti-war rallies with blue collar workers, veterans, and students. Those days seem distant, and so does Lennon, but they are about to be a little less so, with the release of “The U.S. Vs. John Lennon” Sept. 15.

See it.

ADD LENNON
On a musical note, Lamplighter musically notes that the soundtrack from the Lennon film features songs that have been released many, many times before on various compilation albums.

While these songs are indispensible to the film, it seems that one or two unreleased tunes might have helped matters. . .

Oh, wait! There are two unreleased songs on the soundtrack: Lennon’s “How Do You Sleep?” minus vocals, and a live performance of “Attica State,” his brave condemnation of conditions at the New York prison.

Now maybe this is niggling, but. . .these really aren’t very unreleased.

A version of “Attica State” is on Lennon and Ono’s “Sometime In New York City," and to call “How Do You Sleep?” minus vocals “unreleased” is almost dishonest. With vocals, the track has been availble on the “Imagine” album since 1972!

Of course, Lamplighter actually prefers “Sleep” without the vocals, as the lyrics are a very caustic---downright nasty---condemnation of Paul McCartney, recorded when Lennon and McCartney were trading jibes on respective albums. An unfortunate public airing of trivial dirty laundry.

Yet “Sleep” does make for a great instrumental track (it contains one of George Harrison’s finest guitar solos), and one can see how it will work as backing music for the film. But. . .

Why on earth doesn’t Ono release something truly new?

There is no faulting her for the assiduous, relentless, and loving job she has done in perpetuating Lennon’s music, thinking, art, philosophy through the years, but the repackages of existing songs are wearing very, very thin.

Suggestion:

There are many Lennon home recordings of unreleased songs. Some are complete (“India, India,” for instance), and many are partial workouts of prospective songs. (“Free As A Bird” was one such partly finished demo, which Ono sent to the remaining Beatles for finishing.) But there are many others, including titles like “That’s The Way The World Is,” “Don’t Be Crazy,” “Don’t Be Afraid,” “You Saved My Soul,."

Given that Beatles Producer George Martin and son Giles recently pulled off the creation of an astonishing 90-minute Beatles “mash-up” score for Cirque du Soleil’s “The Beatles’ ‘Love’” show, why not enlist these wizards to do something with the Lennon demos?

Why not turn them all over to George and Giles, and let them do something clever and magical? Slice and dice, orchestrate, mash, call in session musicians---whatever it takes. Maybe it could be a suite, including one or two complete tunes. Maybe there could be songs built from several fragmentary demos. (The Beatles certainly did that plenty of times.)
 
But one thing is guaranteed: it would be new. No, two things. It would be great listening. No, three things. It would be absolutely wonderful, invigorating, inspiring, heartening to hear something new from John Lennon when it is least expected.

The man deserves this, and frankly, so do we.

A NOTE FROM DOC
Lantern-lighter Doc dropped a shaft of illumination our way. Here it is:

"The culture of consumerism makes Bushism possible.

"People do not live lives in the traditional sense, they consume. Major life events are fraught with consumption. The more material belongings, the more status activities, the more gratification of the senses all mean that the individuals who are consuming same are as 'wonderful' as can be.

"Who really lives anymore? When we are not consuming, we are just marking time until our next purchase of goods or experience.

"Western society has gained the whole world, but has lost its soul. Jungle-dwelling natives of the Amazon are more human that we. We are in the thrall of our machines, our materialism, our comfort and convenience. But who are we? Do we even know?
Palliative dispensers like Oprah and Dr. Phil are there to buttress the status quo. True insight is a forgotten art.

"So the cargo cult of consumerism is the opiate of the people, lulling them into an illusion of life. Meanwhile the Morlocks are slaughtering thousands, stealing us blind and destroying the planet. And the more they plunder, the more undone the world becomes. Hence the "need" for authoritarianism.

"The more they screw with the world, the more power they need to control the system to keep power. Thus it drifts from friendly fascism, to authoritarianism to totalitarianism.

"Everything is broken."

Feel better now, folks?

CHERRRRY!!!!!
Once upon a time a lot of benign, happy young people enjoyed yelling "Jerrrrrry!!!!" at the late Jerry Garcia. This was a cry of exuberance, however primitive and tribal, meant to bestow upon the guitarist for the Grateful Dead a degree of appreciation intended to encourage him to make music. Sigh. Those were nice days. As most of you lantern-lighters know, Mr. Garcia's name was appropriated by Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream for use in naming its cherry-with-chocolate bits flavor, "Cherry Garcia." It is delectable, a gustatory equivalent of a fine Garcia guitar moment. (Mr. Garcia did not object to this use of his appelation, though he did exact a reasonable fee for it.) Jerry is gone, and the original Ben and Jerry sold the franchise, but Cherry G. lives on. Far be it for Lamplighter to speak with authority on health issues, but the stuff seems to contain mysterious curative properties. Consider this e-mail from a friend and reader, who shall here be known as Gertrude:

"maybe you'd approve of this. along w some bronchitis thing sprouting from my earlier cold of last month, i have had laryngitis for almost a week. at first it was funny, esp when my phone went out and i had to call repair. i won't go into that now. anyway, the laryngitis became an impediment after a few days. people began begging me not to speak. my scratchy screech was truly awful to hear. it literally hurt listeners' ears. people also began mentioning the 'a' word-- antibiotics-- and the 'p' word, pneumonia, thinking i am some kind of idiot for using natural remedies and trusting the process. anyway, one woman acquaintance, who has sex with doctors but sniffs herbs, remembered one of the Ronis medical dynasty had once recommended to her something he called a 'cold vaporizer.' as opposed to a steam one, i guess. (sounds like my old nebulizer, actually) . anyway, i reasoned, that sounds like a job for some prescription ice cream. and so, last night, i staggered to the korean food boutique otherwise known as spruce market and got some medicinal CHERRY GARCIA, came home, had two 'doses' of it spaced several hours apart, and voila, today, i am nearly back to being my normal hyperverbal self with those dulcet tones some of us know and love, well, like a lot!!!"

Yes, I realize that one bit of anecdotal evidence is not going to sway opinion, let alone the medical establishment. But I must add a second Cherry G. episode, which I related to Gertrude:

My friend, an 80-year-old former nurse, just had her second heart surgery in three years. This one was rather difficult and required a second “chest-cracking” to eliminate blood clots. Gasp! She was really thrown for a loop. Sounded like a feeble old lady afterward, pessimistic about ever regaining her strength. Yet I noted that she, too, had been eating ice cream, and not merely any ice cream, but (drum roll) Cherry Garcia! I was glad that this at least gave her a little pleasure in her difficulty, not suspecting the miracle at hand. I spoke to her just the other day, and to my amazement, she sounded like her old self. Her voice was strong as she delcared that she is feeling her strength start to return. I had a sudden thought. “Are you still eating Cherry Garcia ice cream?” Her response was emphatic: “Yes!” So there you are. The magical, transformative powers once found in the guitar and voice of Jerry G. seem to have carried over into the quasi-namesake ice cream.

DARK AGES
Journalist/author/verysmartperson Jeannette Winterson observed during a interview with Bill Moyers on his fine “Faith and Reason” series that humanity might be entering a “cultural dark age” where thought/reason/art are done on the QT by a minority of the populace---just in case one day the race finds these things of worth again.

Lamplighter hereby dubs Jeannette Beam-of-the-Month!

Spurred by this notion, your Illuminator solicited comments from this website’s 23.7 daily readers. Two such contributions are printed here, first from Lantern-Lighter A. U. Thority:

“We are in a period where there is wholesale rejection of ALL science and scientific method and belief in man’s ability to rationally investigate and resolve mysteries surrounding life. These people want their prejudices validated, and that is what organized religion and unprincipled politicians are willing to provide in return for wealth. They want good guys and bad guys, with no one in the middle. Most of all they want Christ to return not so much as they can enjoy the 'rapture' as to be able to see everyone else being eternally consumed by sulfurous flames. The ultimate validation of ignorance. They burned witches for 300 years in the middle ages to satisfy similar prejudices (i.e. destroy that which – they thought -- they could not understand).”

LL thinks that Thority is right on the money---and we do mean money. What’s more, if Hay-soos ever does return, the chances of which we think even less than Bush pronouncing “nuclear” correctly, and if JC really is intent on seeing sinners singed (which we doubt), the first to feel the flames would be the “Christian” right. But enough holy-rolling. On to comment number two, generously supplied by Lantern-Lighter Herodotus:

“The thought of a cultural Dark Age has not been far from my thoughts these last several months, especially after listening to NPR News. The determination of nations (not just ours) and factions religious and economic to belligerently attempt to impose their plans for domination leaves me shaking my head in dismay. Much as I hate to say it, a world wide conflagration of hatred may be what it takes to sort things out, and the result may be nothing we could ever imagine or want. The ancient Greek Oracle who had advised a king contemplating a pre-emptive strike, that if he went to battle a great nation would fall. We may now be in that lamentable position. We might very well not even be a survivor as a species to contemplate the chaos. If we do manage a few feeble candidates to carry on, we seemed programmed to re-enact the same attitudes, emotions, and stupidity that guarantee we will do no better than in the past. A favorite fantasy of mine is that Nature is tired of our screw ups and is striking back with a variety of weapons of mass destruction: global warming, vanishing icecaps and coastlines, loss of farmland, exotic diseases and pandemics. While we as a species may go under, the world will be saved from us. Probably no great loss, as the lessons of our great artists and thinkers who urged us to continually examine ourselves for what is noble and what is mean have consistently gone ignored, since we have been too busy making a buck and outwitting the other guy to have to worry about making the world a better place for all life. 'God's favorite creature' is about to get a reality check.”

By the way, here is Moyers’ own thought on Winterson’s postulation, from an article in the Seattle Times:

“I can certainly see what she means by that, and I certainly in moments of pessimism myself believe the triumph of the anti-science of the right, the triumph of political ideology that is not challenged by religious people who would rather see their president in power than to see any president held accountable. Yes, and I see the lack of quality in our public discourse as revealed on the cable channels, on Fox News, on talk radio, indicating that if people do see the light they quickly stamp it out. And yes, I'm deeply troubled that our democratic discourse, our philosophical explorations and our religious understanding are all reduced to bumper stickers and sound bites.”

ON PELICANS
Now, your Illuminator is very, very worried about animals, as all the best people are. All the animals, that is, with the possible exception of the ones who enjoy watching "American Idol" and have bumper stickers reading "God said it, I believe it, that settles it." Nope, not worried about them. They seem to be well on the way to eating themselves out of house and home. Or, perhaps, consuming themselves out of house and home. If they don't mend their ways, they will have no ways to mend. But unlike pelicans, humans have complex brains capable of great things. Well, some humans, anyhow, most of which are not to be found anywhere near Pennyslvania Avenue. All of which is to say that we are worried about all the pelicans plowing into cars and dive-bombing into blacktop---apparently driven toward inland optical illusion by a lack of food at sea. So we consulted Lantern-Lighter Doc for an appraisal of this matter:"Undoubtedly there are good years and bad years for pelicans. Some years ago there was a big die-off of seal pups because the El Nino conditions brought warm water well north, preventing the explosion of foodstuff along the coast that upwelling cold water normally detonates. Without this "krill" (for lack of a better term -- really all sorts of organic matter from diatoms to released eggs of thousands of different kinds of sea creatures and much more) for the small fish to eat, there wasn't enough food for those on top of the food chain. Even killer whales reverted to eating sea otters because of the paucity of seals. I think I remember a big die-off of sea birds at the islands (can't think of name) due west of San Francisco where many bird species breed for same reason. It is indisputable that there aren't enough easily captured fish to support the existing pelican population. This might be because of an El Nino condition, might be over-fishing, might be lethal runoff / pollution from land, might just be that the pelican population got too big. Probably several (or all) of these factors to some degree coinciding. Is man to blame? To the extent that the problem is a decline of fish populations, certainly. The world-wide currents that control sea life are shifting because of the planet warming (even the Gulf Stream is reportedly changing course, with potentially dire consequences for all Northern Europe). To the extent man's use of fossil fuels contributes (or causes) global warming, man is too blame. To extent decline in fish population is because of pollution in oceans, man is to blame. Only if pelican population got too large to be supported by normal fish populations (assuming that there are historically normal fish populations, which I doubt), is man not directly to blame. Even then the reason for an exploding pelican population (if that is the problem) may well be decimation of pelican's predators (at sea, sharks, Orcas; on land, larger raptors, maybe bobcats and pumas) as a result of man's overpopulation. We are changing the world, intentionally and unintentionally, in every conceivable way, often changes so subtle that they are not realized until long after the effects are fatal to other forms of life."

Thanks, Doc.

ADOLF OR ANN?
Good day. Your Illuminator, ever seeking to probe the darkest corner of every evil shadow, naturally sheds his rays on Ann Coulter. Is she crazy, or just deeply irritable because she has an Adam's apple to rival Sam Elliot? Or more fun to consider, did she speak the following quote, or did Adolf Hitler? Hmm? "These scum manufacture more than three quarters of the so-called 'public opinion,'...To give an accurate description of this process and depict it in all its falsehood and improbability, one would have to write volumes." Why, it seems that Mad Annie has been boning up, so to speak, on Der Fuhrer!Take the Hitler Vs. Coulter quote test here.

BOB HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL
Bob Hope was well known for political opinion, if not insight. Yet in this rare commentary, Hope makes what is, without a doubt, a stunningly incisive, downright prescient observation about today's political scene. See it here.

MINE'S BIGGER THAN YOURS
There has been much hoodoo lately about North Korea's Kim Jong Il threatening to launch a fire-penis capable of hitting the U.S., and of Bush huffing and puffing about how we have our own fire-penises capable of shooting down any incoming. Accordingly, Lamplighter thought it appropriate to share this bit of pithy observation sent by Lantern-Lighter John Van Couvering:

"SPEAKING OF STUPID - Loonies in North Korea decide to show world they are invincible mighty nation under Dear Leader's guidance and set up to test fire Galaxy Buster Interplanetary Very Amazing Rocket. Loonies in Washington go berserk with eye popping rage at this impertinence, instead of falling down laughing as any sane person would, and order Invincible Never Miss Staggeringly Wasteful Anti-ballistic Missile to be readied in response.

"Dear Leader pushes button, band plays fanfare, stadium full of stooges chant his praises, harmless rocket with dummy warhead soars up over North Pacific. Deep in command bunkers grim-faced sweating generals stiffen in alarm, Dubya utters secret code words to authorize ABM to launch and destroy this threat to civilization as we know it, silos snap open, ultra high tech rockets leap into the sky.

The wonky ABMs miss their target by 10 miles as usual. The half ass NK missile blows up all by itself. The world sees not one but two delusional emperors with their pants around their ankles, prancing around huffing and puffing and falling down every time they swing at each other. North Korea is a pathetic joke, but how are we different?"

Uh. . .Dear Leader can pronounce "nuclear?"

Stella Zadeh
Stella Zadeh was a TV talent agent specializing in handling producers at the end of her life, but I knew her as a city editor at the L.A. Herald-Examiner in the early '80's. She was a brilliant and speedy editor then, who could write accuracy and focus into a sentence or paragraph with a couple of deft changes. Usually while simultaneously speaking to the reporter who wrote the story, carrying on a phone conversation with another reporter, and eating her dinner. She was a lovely woman and a good person who treated you fair and square. Maybe that's why she was so often given lousy shifts while other far less qualified women and men rose to positions of authority at that paper. Stella was all business. She didn't play games. She wanted the story, she wanted it fast, she wanted it interestingly written, and she wanted it accurate. We covered a lot of hard news stories of the ilk that hardly matter a day or two after they are written, and we did a good job of it. We shared mutual respect, mutual priorities, and a lot of laughs. That she only got 58 years in this life, which ended June 7, is a crime against humanity.---RR.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN
TO BE AN AMERICAN?
Lamplighter received the following commentary by a reader who wanted to be known only as "Ashamed."

Since we are all Americans, we are all equally blessed (or damned) by those things the world deems to be quintessentially "American." I heard a fellow on the radio this morning brand as "un-American" those persons who doubt the story of heroic passengers rising up on 9/11 to overpower hijackers to prevent their airplane being used as a flying bomb." This apparently suggests that one should at all times be "American," since being "un-American" is a terrible label to bear. But who is the arbiter of what is or isn't "American?" We all have our own opinions of what is and isn't "American," of course, including that radio DJ. But my guess is that the White House is the ultimate arbiter of what is "American" in the eyes of the world, since the administration makes and enforces American policies around the globe. So hang on to your hats. Here is what our administration has avowed to be "American."

(1) Torture. This administration even had its now-attorney general draw up a memo justifying the use of torture against prisoners, male and female, no holds barred. So when you go abroad, don't be surprised if the citizens of whatever country you enter look at you askance, since you are a torturer.

(2) Assassination. Assassinating the leaders of other nations at will, if we don't like their policies. The administration calls it "regime change," but it is outright murder, in violation of all international law. Remember the "deck of cards" showing all the Iraqi leaders the President wanted murdered? Remember all the Taliban we shot on sight? So when you go abroad, don't be surprised if the citizens of whatever country you enter look at you askance, since you are a murderer.

(3) Terrorism. We have used massive weapons of destruction to kill about 200,000 - 300,000 Iraqi civilians, mostly women and little children, in the course of effecting "regime change." What could be more terrifying than living in fear, knowing that at any moment bombs may drop out of the sky to blow your beautiful babies into little red pieces? This is ten times more than Hussein ever murdered, even by our own administration's inflated estimates. Early in the war we sent laser-guided weapons to blow up a restaurant with hundreds of families eating dinner, because we thought that one or more of the people we marked for assassination might be there. The man who pushed the button launching the bomb is a terrorist and a murderer. The man who planned that strike is a terrorist and a murderer. It is now coming out that our own military operates its own death / murder gangs, lining up and massacring Iraqi women and children to create terror. This is all endorsed by the Neocons and the Bush administration. It is now the quintessence of being "American" in the eyes of the world.

"WAIT A MINUTE," you say. "I never endorsed torture or assassination or terrorism! You can't blame me!"

Wrong. The people of a nation are always held responsible for their leader's actions. We held the German people responsible for Hitler's actions and those of the German military machine, allowing millions of German civilians to starve to death after the end of WWII, without a twinge of guilt. We punished the Japanese civilian population in months of fire bombing of Japan's major cities, barbecuing women and children in their houses, because they allowed their leaders to wage war against the US and other nations. Without a twinge of guilt. We carpet-bombed schools, hospitals, temples and regular old neighborhoods in Hanoi for months because the North Vietnamese wouldn't stop their leaders' war being conducted in South Vietnam. Without a twinge of guilt. So. You are a torturer, an assassin, a murderer and a terrorist in the eyes of the world. Yes, you. The housewife in Pacoima. The retiree in Redondo Beach. The garment worker in downtown LA. The cattle rancher in Utah. The rap singer in Detroit. Your administration has made it so. To deny it is, simply put, un-American. Will each of us have to pay for these crimes against humanity? When you look into the eyes of a Pakistani, or a Greek, or a Namibian or a Peruvian, ask yourself, what are they thinking about you? Only time will tell. When you look into a mirror, what are you thinking about yourself? In the meantime, enjoy being an American. If your conscience will allow it.

BUSH FAMILY PORTRAIT
George W. "President" Bush has taken time out from his efforts to save humanity for Jesus and Halliburton to pose for a new family portrait. You may view it here.

2008 IN THE NSA BAG
Lots of people write to Lamplighter. You can, too! This comes from lantern lighter DP, who eschews capital letters:

"have you been wondering why our nsa gestapo is going to
bat for their illegal data base?have you vaguely thought that, for one thing, it enables total spying on democratic campaign plans? well, yes,
of course.but a bigger reason, says greg palast, is that the repugs
can now spike massive numbers of ballots from minority
precincts, more than in 2000 and 2004. mission 2008 (will be) accomplished."

MUSICAL INTERLUDE
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ORIGINAL MOVIE PLOT!
Attention, all money-grubbing Hollywood jackasses---er, that is, all fine film studio heads! Here it is---a sure-fire science-fiction/horror classic in the making! Name your price! But the following, submitted by lantern-lighter Mycroft, is strictly original copyrighted material and we will sue if any aspect is reproduced without permssion! Okay, everybody, here we goooooo. . . .

"There are parasites that have developed the ability to modify their host's behavior to enhance the parasite's life cycle. There is a worm of some sort that invades certain fish. The parasite lodges in a portion of the fish's brain and modifies the fish's behavior, causing the fish to frequent the surface of the lake and jump from the water frequently (rather than remain in deeper portions where these fish typically stay) to enhance the chance of the fish being eaten by predatory birds (hawks, etc.).

"The fish is then taken by a raptor, consumed, and the parasite's eggs that incubated in the fish head are liberated in the bird's digestive tract and deposited back into the water in the bird's droppings, spreading the parasite from lake to lake. This ability of parasites to modify their hosts' behavior to meet the parasite's own ends is pretty extraordinary -- and cinematic dynamite!

"Assume a parasite that requires a male host to incubate but must enter through the male's urinary tract. The parasite first invades females, and exudes catalytic acids that result in extreme chemical imbalance in host women. This causes them to become uncontrollably lustful, slavering, mutely seeking to have intercourse with every male they encounter. The poor things have no choice. Real pathos here. I am thinking a once-in-a-lifetime career opportunity for Kathy Bates.

"The successful achievement of intercourse allows the parasite eggs to invade the male. They absorb the new host's testosterone, necessary to create a perfect chemical environment for the spores to hatch and grow. This sapping of the male's testosterone results in new hosts becoming lethargic and submissive (as the parasites mature), however. The males soon amass many female friends who find them reassuringly docile and non-aggressive. Social greeting kissing on the lips between the modified males and their new circle of female friends ensues, which allows microscopic 12-legged parasite juveniles inhabiting the males'
saliva glands an easy avenue back into females, where the parasites'
hormonal excretions soon modify the behavior of the new host female, and the cycle continues as the parasite becomes sexually mature and produces a new batch of eggs.

"Thus the parasites capitalize not only on the fundamentals of the human reproductive act but also on the social conventions of the day, i.e. female fraternization with docile male homosexuals. One can adapt the precise plotting and much of the dialogue of "It Came From Beneath the Sea" -- scene-by-scene -- including "It's jet-propelled!" in the movie. If you need something more graphic, can also have larger parasite juveniles come crawling up the throats of the homosexuals before they exchange social spit with females, who momentarily feeling something crawling in their mouths, but dismiss it. Sex crazy females, emaciated by parasites' voracious appetites, can form vast colonies in the LA storm drains, popping out of manhole covers at night to waylay unwary males. Martial law is declared.

"Army in WWII-era jeeps invade storm drains with flame throwers to destroy the nympho nests. I see last movie roles (and nostalgic reuniting) for Liz Taylor and Mickey Rooney here -- she a sex-starved queen of a nympho nest, and Rooney a general directing the moral and physical cleansing of the City of Angels. Epitome of type-casting. So, what do you think?"

ILLUMINATIONS
People spend most of their lives pursuing and worrying about absolute nonsense. What can Your Illuminator do about that? Stay out of their way. Feel a bit of bemused compassion?

Maybe if I can keep my balance and not get drawn into the inferno I can somehow make a positive contribution toward illumination. I'm not a believer in the straitjacket of karma. People have free will, they can make choices. They should be making choices that enhance their personal and our collective well-being.

But people are kept ignorant of their freedom. Indeed they are actively brainwashed into believing that their well-being is linked to subservience to the continued dominance of the corporate culture, or religious institutions, or Bushism, etc. Foolish apes.

Compassion stings. But compassion is the doorway for liberation of all sentient beings, including ourselves.

No mystical mumbo-jumbo. It's just one of those immutable facts of being. The Tibetans and some other Buddhists have been navigating these spaces of the psyche for centuries. Love, joy, compassion, equanimity are not just some philosophical goals, but are actual transformative energy centers. Good places to hang out.

What a different world it would be if people were raised up seeking those pathways, rather than aspiring to go to Disneyland, to watch the game, to get rich, to get laid, etc.

STAR-SPANGLED BLATHER
This crap with Ray McGovern, the ex-CIA man who confronted Rumsfeld with some simple truths at a photo-op press con(ference), is sickening. Forget that McGovern knows his Iraq stuff, and exposed the lies, half-truths, and obfuscations that define Rumsfeld’s star-spangled blather. That’s all easy to see for anyone being truthful with himself or herself---which, of course, eliminates much of the right-wing.

The sad, frightening, and otherwise scary part of all this is that McGovern was going to be hustled out of the room---even though he was merely asking questions, and quoting Rumsfeld to his face. 

It is un-laughably commonplace that this administration screens dissenters out of photo ops, and routinely has goons carry them out when they dare to get a ticket and legally attend. Or even arrest them, as was the case when Cindy Sheehan attended Prezboy’s State of the Union message. Her crime: wearing a T-shirt calling for peace.

Yes, peace has become a crime under Bush the Imperious.

In this instance, Rumsfeld played to the cameras by calling the goons off McGovern, and at one point snidely remarked that the man---who dared to use the “lie” word---was getting a lot of good air time. Oh, how wonderful of the secretary to allow a mere U.S. citizen to question him!

Here is McGovern's comment about the scene to DemocracyNow!:

"Well, curiously enough, a very large man came down with a white coat on, and he stuck his elbow into my chest and started pushing me back. And I pushed back, literally and figuratively. And it was the moment of truth. Would Don Rumsfeld want me thrown out of there, having asked in a very civil manner simply pointed questions, or would he ask them not to remove me? He chose the wiser course. I first thought that this was him being gracious, but when I thought of the P.R. debacle it would have been for him to have me removed after simply posing these questions, which nobody else has the guts to pose him, that he chose the wiser course from a P.R. point of view, as well."

But the Jackoff of the Week Award goes to CNN Newsbitch Paula Zahn, who like so many “reporters,” is barely to disguise her shallow reactionary nature as she “interviews” people with whom she disagrees. Watch the interview for yourself, and see what I mean. Note how she wants to give Rumsfeld credit for not having the goons hustle McGovern out!

This is truly the twilight’s last gleaming of sanity in this country.

THE HUCKSTER CULTURE
Lamplighter, who is burning the lamp at both ends with other matters, is pleased to have received the following ruminations from Lantern Lighter A. Pismo Clam:

"The huckster culture makes folks think they are special and entitled to the satisfaction of every inculcated whim.

"But all the while the corporate bosses and their political stooges are sneering at them.

"Jesus, of course, has been commoditized to relieve your every worry.

"The big difference is in the news media. in the good old days, newsfolk were cynics with hearts of gold that exerted some sort of counterforce in the mass culture. Now "journalists" are imbeciles incapable of cognition beyond their immediate narrow experience. Instead of mitigating societal problems, they compound them.

"But thanks to the Internet, independent voices can be heard, but I think mostly that serves the "in-group" and doesn't directly affect mass culture.

"Society is broken in so many ways. I doubt it will ever be reassembled in any coherent way that we can