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Stories
September 5, 2003
Brian Cloughley
Bush's
Stacked Deck: Why Doesn't the Commander-in-Chief Visit the Wounded?
Col. Dan Smith
Iraq
as Black Hole
Phyllis Bennis
A Return
to the UN?
Dr. Susan Block
Exxxtreme Ashcroft
Dave Lindorff
Courage and the Democrats
Abe Bonowitz
Reflections on the "Matyrdom" of Paul Hill
Robert Fisk
We Were
Warned About This Chaos
Website of the Day
New York Comic Book Museum
Recent
Stories
September 4, 2003
Stan Goff
The Bush
Folly: Between Iraq and a Hard Place
John Ross
Mexico's
Hopes for Democracy Hit Dead-End
Harvey Wasserman
Bush to New Yorkers: Drop Dead
Adam Federman
McCain's
Grim Vision: Waging a War That's Already Been Lost
Aluf Benn
Sharon Saved from Threat of Peace
W. John Green
Colombia's Dirty War
Joanne Mariner
Truth,
Justice and Reconciliation in Latin America
Website of the Day
Califoracle
September 3, 2003
Virginia Tilley
Hyperpower
in a Sinkhole
Davey D
A Hip
Hop Perspective on the Cali Recall
Emrah Göker
Conscripting Turkey: Imperial Mercenaries Wanted
John Stanton
The US is a Power, But Not Super
Brian Cloughley
The
Pentagon's Bungled PsyOps Plan
Dan Bacher
Another Big Salmon Kill
Elaine Cassel
Prosecutors Weep' Ninth Circuit Overturns 127 Death Sentences
Uri Avnery
First
of All This Wall Must Fall
Website of the Day
Art Attack!
September 2, 2003
Robert Fisk
Bush's
Occupational Fantasies Lead Iraq Toward Civil War
Kurt Nimmo
Rouind Up the Usual Suspects: the Iman Ali Mosque Bombing
Robert Jensen / Rahul Mahajan
Iraqi Liberation, Bush Style
Elaine Cassel
Innocent But Guilty: When Prosecutors are Dead Wrong
Jason Leopold
Ghosts
in the Machines: the Business of Counting Votes
Dave Lindorff
Dems in 2004: Perfect Storm or Same Old Doldrums?
Paul de Rooij
Predictable
Propaganda: Four Monts of US Occupation
Website of the Day
Laughing Squid
August 30 / Sept. 1,
2003
Alexander Cockburn
Handmaiden
in Babylon: Annan, Vieiera de Mello and the Decline and Fall
of the UN
Saul Landau
Schwarzenegger
and Cuban Migration
Standard Schaefer
Who
Benefited from the Tech Bubble: an Interview with Michael Hudson
Gary Leupp
Mel Gibson's Christ on Trial
William S. Lind
Send the Neocons to Baghdad
Augustin Velloso
Aznar: Spain's Super Lackey
Jorge Mariscal
The Smearing of Cruz Bustamante
John Ross
A NAFTA for Energy? The US Looks to Suck Up Mexico's Power
Mickey Z.
War is a Racket: The Wisdom of Gen. Smedley Butler
Elaine Cassel
Ashcroft's Traveling Patriot Show Isn't Winning Many Converts
Stan Cox
Pirates of the Caribbean: the WTO Comes to Cancun
Tom and Judy Turnipseed
Take Back Your Time Day
Adam Engel
The Red Badge of Knowledge: a Review of TDY
Adam Engel
An Eye on Intelligence: an Interview with Douglas Valentine
Susan Davis
Northfork,
an Accidental Review
Nicholas Rowe
Dance
and the Occupation
Mark Zepezauer
Operation
Candor
Poets' Basement
Albert, Guthrie and Hamod
Website of the Weekend
Downhill
Battle
August 29, 2003
Lenni Brenner
God
and the Democratic Wing of the Democratic Party
Brian Cloughley
When in Doubt, Lie Your Head Off
Alice Slater
Bush Nuclear Policy is a Recipe for National Insecurity
David Krieger
What Victory?
Marjorie Cohn
The Thin Blue Line: How the US Occupation of Iraq Imperils International
Law
Richard Glen Boire
Saying Yes to Drugs!
Bister, Estrin and Jacobs
Howard Dean, the Progressive Anti-War Candidate? Some Vermonters
Give Their Views
Website of the Day
DirtyBush
August 28, 2003
Gilad Atzmon
The
Most Common Mistakes of Israelis
David Vest
Moore's
Monument: Cement Shoes for the Constitution
David Lindorff
Shooting Ali in the Back: Why the Pacification is Doomed
Chris Floyd
Cheap Thrills: Bush Lies to Push His War
Wayne Madsen
Restoring the Good, Old Term "Bum"
Elaine Cassel
Not Clueless in Chicago
Stan Goff
Nukes in the Dark
Tariq Ali
Occupied
Iraq Will Never Know Peace
Arnold Schwarzenegger
Behold, My Package
Website of the Day
Palestinian
Artists
August 27, 2003
Bruce Jackson
Little
Deaths: Hiding the Body Count in Iraq
John Feffer
Nuances and North Korea: Six Countries in Search of a Solution
Dave Riley
an Interview with Tariq Ali on the Iraq War
Lacey Phillabaum
Bush's Holy War in the Forests
Steve Niva
Israel's
Assassination Policy: the Trigger for Suicide Bombings?
Website of the Day
The Dean Deception
August 26, 2003
Robert Fisk
Smearing the Dead
David Lindorff
The
Great Oil Gouge: Burning Up that Tax Rebate
Sarmad S. Ali
Baghdad is Deadlier Than Ever: the View of an Iraqi Coroner
Christopher Brauchli
Bush Administration Equates Medical Pot Smokers with Segregationists
Juliana Fredman
Collective Punishment on the West Bank: Dialysis, Checkpoints
and a Palestinian Madonna
Larry Siems
Ghosts of Regime Changes Past in Guatemala
Elaine Cassel
Onward, Ashcroft Soldiers!
Saul Landau
Bush:
a Modern Ahab or a Toy Action Figure?
Congratulations
to CounterPuncher Gilad Atzmon! BBC Names EXILE Top Jazz CD
August 25, 2003
Kurt Nimmo
Israeli Outlaws in America
David Bacon
In Iraq, Labor Protest is a Crime
Thomas P. Healy
The Govs Come to Indy: Corps Welcome; Citizens Locked Out
Norman Madarasz
In an Elephant's Whirl: the US/Canada Relationship After the
Iraq Invasion
Salvador Peralta
The Politics of Focus Groups
Jack McCarthy
Who Killed Jancita Eagle Deer?
Uri Avnery
A Drug
for the Addict
August 23/24, 2003
Forrest Hylton
Rumsfeld
Does Bogota
Robert Fisk
The Cemetery at Basra
Veteran Intelligence Professionals for
Sanity
Insults to Intelligence
Andrew C. Long
Exile on Bliss Street: The Terrorist Threat and the English Professor
Jeremy Bigwood
The Toxic War on Drugs: Monsanto Weedkiller Linked to Powerful
Fungus
Jeffrey St. Clair
Forest
or Against Us: the Bush Doctor Calls on Oregon
Cynthia McKinney
Bring the Troops Home, Now!
David Krieger
So Many Deaths, So Few Answers: Approaching the Second Anniversary
of 9/11
Julie Hilden
A Constitutional Right to be a Human Shield
Dave Lindorff
Marketplace
Medicine
Standard Schaefer
Unholy Trinity: Falwell's Anti-Abortion Attack on Health and
Free Speech
Catherine Dong
Kucinich and FirstEnergy
José Tirado
History Hurts: Why Let the Dems Repeat It?
Ron Jacobs
Springsteen's America
Gavin Keeney
The Infernal Machine
Adam Engel
A Fan's Notations
William Mandel
Five Great Indie Films
Walt Brasch
An American Frog Fable
Poets' Basement
Reiss, Kearney, Guthrie, Albert and Alam
Website of the Weekend
The Hutton Inquiry
August 22, 2003
Carole Harper
Post-Sandinista
Nicaragua
John Chuckman
George Will: the Marquis of Mendacity
Richard Thieme
Operation Paperclip Revisited
Chris Floyd
Dubya Indemnity: Bush Barons Beyond the Reach of Law?
Issam Nashashibi
Palestinians
and the Right of Return: a Rigged Survey
Mary Walworth
Other People's Kids
Ron Jacobs
The
Darkening Tunnel
Website of the Day
Current Energy
August 21, 2003
Robert Fisk
The US
Needs to Blame Anyone But Locals for UN Bombing
Virginia Tilley
The Quisling Policies of the UN in Iraq: Toward a Permanent War?
Rep. Henry Waxman
Bush Owes the Public Some Serious Answers on Iraq
Ben Terrall
War Crimes and Punishment in Indonesia: Rapes, Murders and Slaps
on the Wrists
Elaine Cassel
Brother John Ashcroft's Traveling Patriot Salvation Show
Christopher Brauchli
Getting Gouged by Banks
Marjorie Cohn
Sergio Vieira de Mello: Victim of Terrorism or US Policy in Iraq?
Vicente Navarro
Media
Double Standards: The Case of Mr. Aznar, Friend of Bush
Website of the Day
The Intelligence Squad
Hot Stories
Steve Niva
Israel's
Assassination Policy: the Trigger for Suicide Bombings?
Dardagan,
Slobodo and Williams
CounterPunch Exclusive:
20,000 Wounded Iraqi Civilians
Steve
J.B.
Prison Bitch
Sheldon
Rampton and John Stauber
True Lies: the Use of Propaganda
in the Iraq War
Wendell
Berry
Small Destructions Add Up
CounterPunch
Wire
WMD: Who Said What When
Cindy
Corrie
A Mother's Day Talk: the Daughter
I Can't Hear From
William Blum
Myth
and Denial in the War on Terrorism
Standard Schaefer
Experimental Casinos: DARPA and the War Economy
Uzma
Aslam Khan
The Unbearably Grim Aftermath of War:
What America Says Does Not Go
Paul de Rooij
Arrogant
Propaganda
Gore Vidal
The
Erosion of the American Dream
Francis Boyle
Impeach
Bush: A Draft Resolution
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September
6, 2003
Midnight's Inner Children
Lost
in the Times Warp
By ADAM ENGEL
"Many describe a nearly frantic
compulsion to remain playful, flexible and fun in the face of
realities like fixed-rate mortgages or lawn care. Mitch Anthony,
president of a branding and design firm in Northampton, Mass.,
is a full-fledged adult: he has children, a closet full of suits
and a picket fence that cost $10,000."
The New York Times, August
31, 2003
"What ever happened to 'plain old
crazy?'" Chris Rock
I don't know how I became immortal. Never
thought much about it. Can't remember Lenny, the owner of this
increasingly heavy burden of flesh we share, saying to me on
any particular day, "You're going to be twelve years old
forever." It just happened.
I was Lenny's little secret. Never knew
how many of us there were until I read this story, "I Don't
Want to Grow Up!" in the venerable--to grown-ups--New York
Times.
"From childless fans of kiddie music
to the grown-up readers of "Harry Potter," inner children
are having fun all over. Whether they are buying cars marketed
to consumers half their age, dressing in baby-doll fashions or
bonding over games like Twister and kickball, a new breed of
quasi adult is co-opting the culture of children as never before.
Most have busy lives with adult responsibilities, respectable
jobs and children of their own. Call them rejuveniles."
NYT, August 31, 2003
"Rejuveniles," my asshole.
Those freaks are freaks. Super freaks. I mean, me and Lenny,
we know we're "out there." Way out there. We keep a
low profile. We REMAIN HIDDEN. Nobody's hurt by our little micro-Cosmic
Order. It's a secret, entre nous, totally irrelevant to YOUR
business, so just turn around and keep walking. Know what I mean?
Lenny lives his part of his life, I live
my part of his life. Works for both of us. He gets the wife,
Gloria, and I get the kids, Jackson and Jillian (though usually
I'd rather play alone). He goes to work, I play computer games
while he's there. Anyway, I'm not into the whole "adult
responsibilities" scam, but since I never had one before,
maybe one of you grown-ups can enlighten me: What does The Times
mean by a "respectable" job, and what's a "not-respectable"
job? You can't be all THAT "respectable" if you refer
to one of the most important, influential people in your life
as "Boss" and get all wobbly kneed when you see he's
in a bad mood.
"They are not stunted adolescents.
They are something else: grown-ups who cultivate juvenile tastes
in products and entertainment."
NYT, August 31, 2003
You remember that old joke about the
two alcoholic brothers, one rich, one poor. The poor one is a
crud boozer bum with rotten teeth. The brother with deep pockets
and Country Club membership "enjoys a fine wine with a nutty
bouquet" blah, blah, blah. Same principle as "grown-ups
who cultivate juvenile tastes" as opposed to "stunted,
infantile American."
Admit it. You laughed at Linus's blanket
because you empathized. You too were scared shitless of the world,
but too young for booze, drugs, cigarettes or fire arms and you
didn't have the guts or desperation to carry around a fetish
object to calm your rapid-fire nerves. Linus was too old for
that damn thing, he should have kicked the habit like a man--which
addressed another issue tackled in another of Schulz's week-long
"Snoopy Soaps." It was funny because Linus was supposed
to be a precociously neurotic seven or eight-year-old, not the
humiliated owner of a fifty-something-year old bundle of head,
limbs and torso that's seen much, much better years.
Such is the tragedy for so many like
Lenny, the urchin-abled--some call them maturity-challenged,
but you know, who wants to be defined in the negative? I might
even encourage Lenny to do a study on it: "Drama of the
Gifted Inner Child in Midlife Crisis."
I know all about this subject, having
been twelve-years old for, oh, about 35 years. The guy with whom
I share this gargantuan mortal coil, Lenny, is 46 and works some
corporate job where they lock him up every day for ten or twelve
hours and make him read and write stuff and someone usually brings
him lunch, steamed veggies or something like that. Poor son-of-a-bitch.
Makes six-figures at least but...how could he live without me?
Surely he'd crack up.
I know I don't really "exist"
the way Lenny does. Though to be fair, I'm certainly not imaginary.
My experiences DO reside in Lenny's memory, I DID happen, but
only up to a point, an age--eleven or twelve, thereabouts. Maybe
thirteen. Some days I feel almost fifteen.
I'm Lenny's little boy lost, his hide-a-way.
He goes to his little cubicle at the office and when the boss
ain't looking I play with the games on his desk top; week-ends
and play-time with the kids are my time. Makes him look like
a terrific dad. As for Gloria, his (our?) wife--I let him have
her too. I mean, I could stay up all night just gaping at those
big, round titties or that hairy wet between her legs (looks
like the mouth of a fly, to me, or some strange "exotic"
fruit one might discover at the Specialty Mart), but that wouldn't
be enough for Lenny. Adults need to release tension, I understand
that. We've worked it out well between us. But it's not like
we don't KNOW we're (Lenny, to be precise; after all, I'm just
a kid; not even that: a grown man's memory/fantasy of a kid)
completely insane! Those rejuveniles, like...only in America.
Who wants to hang out with such a posse of Disco-era atavisms,
anyway? I wanna play, I wanna play with kids my age.
There's the rub, though. Kids "my
age" reached my age around 1976. Different world back then,
Different toys, games, movies, television. Even a coffee maker
of those days would be almost unrecognizable in the modern, plug-n-play
kitchen. Not that I haven't adapted to the new-fangled techno-gadgets
they foist on Lenny's kids during play-time, but really I'm a
creature of my time. The music, games, fads, sports heroes, and
general entertainment of 1976. I'm no child psychiatrist (pun),
but you don't need Freud to figure out that Lenny's inner life
peaked around thirty years ago. I mean, I don't know. Who am
I? I'm an anthology of days, a collection: The Best Of Lenny.
Same with these rejuveniles, only they're
too delusional, like the rest of the country (I may have stopped
developing at twelve, but I read the news), to recognize their
own withering faces in the mirror. This whole "society"
is "in denial" of reality, or whatever the Best Sellers
and Talk Shows call "freaking out" these days.
"Celebrated by market researchers
and fretted over by social scientists, rejuveniles come in all
ages but are mostly a product of the urban upper classes (free
time and disposable income being essential in their lifestyle).
Evidence of their presence is widespread. According to Nielsen
Media research, more adults 18 to 49 watch the Cartoon Network
than watch CNN. More than 35 million people have caught up with
long-lost school pals on the Web site Classmates.com. ("There's
something about signing on to Classmates.com that makes you feel
16 again," the "60 Minutes II" correspondent Vicki
Mabrey reported.) Fuzzy pajamas with attached feet come in adult
sizes at Target, along with Scoobie Doo underpants. The average
age of video game players is now 29, up from 18 in 1990, according
to the Entertainment Software Association. Hello Kitty's cartoon
face graces toasters. Sea Monkeys come in an executive set."
NYT, August 31, 2003
Gone, gone, these people are. Long gone.
I worry about Lenny's kids growing up in a "culture"
where lunatics are "celebrated by market researchers"
and "fretted over by social scientists" rather than
"soothed and sedated by professional healers." And
where do market researchers fit into all this (as they do several
times throughout the Times' article)? Is that the new thing?
Trying to squeeze insurance or better yet, cash, outta the batty,
the bonkers and the emotionally distressed by fixing the charts
and pathology manuals to read "normal?"
"A 2001 market research study by
American Greetings, the creator of Strawberry Shortcake and Care
Bears, showed that "purchase interest" was identical
among women who wanted to buy a doll for their child and those
who simply wanted to rekindle a love affair of their own. 'This
consumer wants Care Bears in their life,' Ms. Joester said. 'And
not just to share with their children.'"
NYT, August 31, 2003
They never mention the fact that nearly
all the tchotchkes these rejuveniles cream over date back to
their own youth. No shit. They're not into kids' toys, fads and
clothes per se (I've never seen a rejuvenile with a game-boy;
then again, I've never seen a rejuvenile at all, have you?),
but the crap they remember from their own days in The Garden.
So it's not just wanting to have fun like a kid, it's wanting
to have fun while being a kid. Again. Reaching for seconds before
their own kids experience their first taste. I always thought
parents who drink and smoke pot with their teenagers were a bit
"off," but these people, these rejuveniles, are stealing
youth and childhood artifacts from their own beleaguered tots.
Poor Santa Claus can't make sense of all this.. Just sits around
the lodge, Thanksgiving, with a bottle of potato vodka, listening
to "Alice's Restaurant," cursing corporate-media, post-modernism,
the wretched Calvinism of his elves...
"While some marketers court rejuveniles
directly--'Who knew you and your daughter would have the same
best friend?' asked an advertisement for a revived line of Strawberry
Shortcake dolls--others speak to the rejuvenile soul by simply
selling to kids. The Honda Element, the Tonkalike mini-truck
introduced by the company as a "combination dorm room/base
camp for active young buyers," has been marketed mostly
at extreme sports and surfing events, said Andy Boyd, a spokesman
for the American Honda Motor Company. But the average age of
Element drivers, Mr. Boyd said, is 40. 'That's exactly what we
anticipated," he said. "It's a new definition of the
family buyer--someone who doesn't want to give up their individual
character even though they're getting older.'" NYT, August
31, 2003
The Greeks had Philosophers to tackle
the "big issues;" we have Marketers.
What's with this so-called "newspaper"
anyway? What do they send reporters out to scoop "hot"
fads for advertisers to exploit? I suppose "someone who
doesn't want to give up their individual character even though
they're getting older." is a good description, in this context,
if your "family buyer" happens to be Snow White's Evil
Stepmother or Dorian Grey. Or Michael Jackson.
But most people have to change as life
proceeds and they accumulate knowledge and experience (which
include, though it's not profitable to say so, pain). Those who
can't evolve, dissolve, like Lenny. They can go out into the
grown-up world and get things done, but they forever remain lonely
children in their parents' backyards. Eight, ten, twelve years
old, talking to themselves, or an abstraction of a recollection
of self, an alias, on the swing-set. They live with ghosts of
themselves, shadows of the Past.
Like me and Lenny.
But the thing about me and Lenny is we've
been friends since the fourth grade. He needed me then, like
he does now, but in a different way, and he liked me so much
he decided to keep me, just as I was. Which is why he grew up
and I remain just as I was, as we were. I have a feeling some
or most of these rejuveniles are merely hyping and Romanticizing
the past. Mainlining nostalgia.
What makes the past seem "better"
than today is simply this: you survived. You lived. So if you
go back to the past, you know that whatever happens, you're gonna
come out okay. Like the hero of a TV Cop show. The present and
the future hold no such certainties. You can spin the propeller
on your beanie all you want; death and tragedy can leap outta
the evergreen suburban hedgerows before you can say
See what I mean?
"While there is nothing new about
adults reveling in kiddie culture--Shirley Temple, Roald Dahl
and Pee Wee Herman all had plenty of adult fans--market researchers
say an especially strong wave of childishness began about two
years ago." NYT, August 31, 2003
So according to the "Paper of Record,"
this Gamin Guerrilla movement started about two years ago. Now
what, pray tell, happened two years ago that turned almost all
Americans into frightened flag-waving children running to the
school bully for "protection?" Please. These people
are about as deep and complex as a "Li'l Lulu" comic
book. Though somewhat less compelling.
Most people might say the rejuveniles
are no sicker than Lenny. But I never thought of Lenny as "sick."
He has this thing--me, I guess--that he knows is a bit strange,
a vice even, but it lets him get through his sorry ass existence,
so he keeps it--me--in his own skull. Doesn't let it interfere
with what's important to him. Like Gloria and the kids. He even
integrated me, to the best of his ability, into his work and
social life, such as they are. But he never pretended we were
"plain old folks." I'm sure he'd rather be rid of me,
and he knows this, only he doesn't have the will to let me go.
He lives with himself (and me) as best as he can, tries to "do
life" as best as he can.
But not the rejuveniles. Oh, no. They
have to make-over the world. Turn their "alternative lifestyle"
into a kind of party in the Hamptons, a hep-cat statement about
the unspeakable. It's not enough to accept your addiction to
a certain pleasure, though it brings you pain, and either deal
with it, or not. You have to keep the pleasure and get rid of
the pain--as if the relationship weren't symbiotic; you have
to have it all.
I think this whole rejuvenile thing is
about greed. Can't have just one over-indulged childhood, you
need two. I wonder how many adults who were abused as kids are
rejuveniles? Or worse--in America--than a childhood of parental
abuse: how many of these rejuveniles grew up dark-skinned and/or
poor?
The U.S. power elite has nothing to worry
about. Nothing. They can pull off any military/economic/legal
scam they want and get away with it. Who's going to stand up
for people, Alfalfa? Bart Simpson? Buckwheat? Of course Californians
drafted Gary Coleman for Governor. The Mainstream Media think
he's a harmless, grinning, slap-happy "boy." And don't
forget about Arnold to bring in the under-eighteen crowd. The
under-eighteens can't vote? Lame excuse. Any decent Republican
worth his ill-gotten capital gains can win California or any
other state, with or without votes. Who do you think dropped
Dubya like a duffel-bag of stinky diapers on our heads, the Stork?
Well, Americans are not my problem. Just
like the New York Times is not my problem. And me and Lenny try
not to be anyone else's problem: we live our life and shut up
about it. I went to the Times Web Site to check the weather forecast,
that's all. The headline sucked me in.
I won't grow up, I'll buy stuff. All
the stuff my parents bought me 30 years ago I'll buy again, not
for my kids, but for myself, at seven times the price. The Peter
Pavlov Complex.
Life is okay for me. Really. I provide
Lenny with great memories, living memories. I am memory, living.
Every time I pick up a baseball or quote a passage from "The
Hardy Boys" a thrill zaps Lenny's aging spine. His kids
bring him joy. But the feeling of raising a kid just can't compare
to the--I'll admit, adulterated--memory of being one. Most people
accept their kids as a substitute for what is lost. The rare
but creative lunatic, like Lenny, will find a way to have his
kids and be one too.
I may have frozen in time when Chevy
Chase was in the White House, but I read the news and other things
(with Lenny's extensive vocabulary--smart guy, Lenny, did real
well in school ever since I showed up to occupy his diversions
and save him from what could have been a killer Ritalin regimen)
. I don't know whether the "culture" is crumbling to
pieces before my eyes; the new media tactic for steering people
away from real issues like the environment, economy and Empire
is to focus on the whims of a few crazed, wealthy white people;
or the New York Times periodically makes up this kinda shit to
drive Lenny and like-minded individuals to a level of lunacy
beyond the capabilities of Bellevue Hospital, to the only place
where they could possibly find honest help: Sesame Street.
Just say "NO" to Time. Visit
Adam Engel's Rejuvenile Revivalist Patchouli Palace Head Shop
and Emporium at bartleby.samsa@verizon.net
Weekend
Edition Features for August 30 / Sept. 1, 2003
Alexander Cockburn
Handmaiden
in Babylon: Annan, Vieiera de Mello and the Decline and Fall
of the UN
Saul Landau
Schwarzenegger
and Cuban Migration
Standard Schaefer
Who
Benefited from the Tech Bubble: an Interview with Michael Hudson
Gary Leupp
Mel Gibson's Christ on Trial
William S. Lind
Send the Neocons to Baghdad
Augustin Velloso
Aznar: Spain's Super Lackey
Jorge Mariscal
The Smearing of Cruz Bustamante
John Ross
A NAFTA for Energy? The US Looks to Suck Up Mexico's Power
Mickey Z.
War is a Racket: The Wisdom of Gen. Smedley Butler
Elaine Cassel
Ashcroft's Traveling Patriot Show Isn't Winning Many Converts
Stan Cox
Pirates of the Caribbean: the WTO Comes to Cancun
Tom and Judy Turnipseed
Take Back Your Time Day
Adam Engel
The Red Badge of Knowledge: a Review of TDY
Adam Engel
An Eye on Intelligence: an Interview with Douglas Valentine
Susan Davis
Northfork,
an Accidental Review
Nicholas Rowe
Dance
and the Occupation
Mark Zepezauer
Operation
Candor
Poets' Basement
Albert, Guthrie and Hamod
Website of the Weekend
Downhill
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