House N*gg*r

Wall Street pimp and droning mass murderer Barry O. has taken time away from surfing and crooning with his billionaire house masters to assure them he will do all he can to stop New Dealer Bernie Sanders from getting the 2020 Democratic presidential nomination.

Good doggie.

The U.S. Left is Alive!

('Though nowhere to be found inside the 21st-century Democratic Party.)

Tuesday night's great event here in NYC, hosted by The Big Apple Coffee Party, starring: Max Blumenthal, Margaret Kimberley, Aaron Maté, and Lee Camp.



Let us give thanks.

Betrayed

A fine documentary on the Coup of '63.

Mad Ave '63

Funny how Don Draper in the dreck known as Mad Men never created anything as sweet, snappy, or sincere as this. That's the 21st-century for ya. . .

The commercials of 1963.

Christ and Anti-Christ

"I am not Christ or a philanthropist. I am all the contrary of a Christ. I fight for the things I believe in, with all the weapons at my disposal and try to leave the other man dead so that I don’t get nailed to a cross or any other place." — Che Guevara

Evo Morales's mistake.



Andre Vltchek:

There is absolutely no way to reason with these people. They cannot be appeased, only crushed; defeated. In Venezuela, Brazil, Chile, Ecuador or in Bolivia. They are like rats, like disease, proverbial symbols of fascism as in the novel The Plague, written by Albert Camus. They can hide, but they never fully disappear. They are always ready to invade, with zero notice, some happy city.

They are always ready to join forces with the West, because their roots are in the West. They think precisely like the European conquerors, like North American imperialists. They have double nationalities and homes scattered all over the world. Latin America for them is just a place to live, and to plunder natural resources, exploit labor. They rob here, and spend money elsewhere; educate their children elsewhere, get their surgeries done (plastic and real) elsewhere. They go to opera houses in Paris but never mingle with indigenous people at home. Even if, by some miracle, they join the Left, it is the Western, anarcho-syndicalist Left of North America and Europe, never the real, anti-imperialist, revolutionary Left of non-European countries.

They don’t need the success of the nation. They don’t want a great, prosperous Bolivia; Bolivia for all of its citizens.

They only want prosperous corporations. They want money, profit; for themselves, for their families and clans, for their bandit group of people. They want to be revered, considered ‘exceptional’, superior. They cannot live without that gap – the great gap between them and those ‘dirty Indians’, as they call the indigenous people, when no one hears them!

Even the Rain

In honor of the great Evo Morales, a repost.

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In Year XXXV (give or take a few) of Hollywood: The Vomit Era, Icíar Bollaín's Spanish masterpiece flows with moments rarely seen in the Marketeer States: rage, dignity, meaning, gesture, fellowship, purpose, self-forgetfulness, moral confusion, heroism -- while telling a great story with great pace. In 2000, a production crew invades Cochabamba, Bolivia to make an anti-Columbus period piece about the Columbian exploitation (and eventual extermination) of the native peoples. While filming, a rebellion breaks out over local water rights, involving many of the extras hired for the movie and led by a locally-hired lead actor. The silly director (Gael García Bernal), deeply in love with his own sensitive creativity (it brings tears to his eyes), tries to hold the project together, but when violence rains down on the village rebels, cast and crew seek to flee for their own safety and, if possible, finish the film.

'Though dedicated to Howard Zinn, Even the Rain's quiet humanity moves it far beyond mere polemic, as director Bollaín suggests, despite the communal nature of the movie-making process itself, movies -- through the demands of isolation and selectivity -- are a deeply private, anti-communal art form.

All performances are perfectly keyed, with Luis Tosar unforgettable as the hard producer turned rebel. Remains the best and most important movie of the 2010s.

How the U.S. Loves Democracy

"All this power. . . is delivered unto me." -- Satan

Murder Inc.

The best essay ever written on "our veterans."

Coming Up for Air

George Galloway and a bunch of smart Londoners tell us all we need to know about Adam Shit and his pathetic Impeachment Show.

Suchmos

A Taste of Honey

Anne Francis. Better yet ~ Anne Francis in a full-body black silk leotard, high-heeled black boots, and black leather gloves, kicking the tar out of all the bad guys; and one of the great erotic experiences of the 1960s. . .

The premiere episode of Honey West from September of '65: "The Swingin' Mrs. Jones"