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Today's Stories September 9/10, 2006 Weekend Edition Alexander Cockburn The 9/11 Conspiracy Nuts: How They Let the Guilty Parties of 9/11 Off the Hook Jeffrey St. Clair The Remaking of Cataract Canyon: In the Footsteps of Vladimir Putin (Part Six) Greg Grandin Good Christ, Bad Christ: Testament of the Death Squads Peter Stone Brown Bob Dylan's Swing Time Waltz in the Face of the Apocalypse Ralph Nader X-Raying Greed Brian Cloughley Rumsfeld at the American Legion: Dead Babies and Nazi Propaganda Col. Chet Richards Crossroads at the Litani David Model Tailoring the Case Against Iran: Cut from the Same Old Pattern Dave Himmelstein From Bil'in to Birmingham Ron Jacobs War and the Power of Words Fred Gardner Is Medical Pot Image a Turn-Off to Teens? Mike Whitney America's Economic Meltdown Josh Gryniewicz In the Belly of the Bentonville Beast: Working for Wal-Mart Daniel Gross / Joe Tessone An IWW Story at Starbucks Joe Bageant Inside the Iron Theater Nicole Colson The Colbert Factor: Some Truthiness, At Last Alexander Billet Thirty Years of "White Riot": Long Live The Clash!   September 8, 2006 Uri Avnery "I'm a Leftist, But ...": the Liberals' War on Lebanon Paul Craig Roberts Books Are Our Salvation Bill Quigley Judge Says: "No Clowning Around Our WMDs!" Robert Jensen Parallel Purges: Academic Freedom in Iran and the US Norman Solomon Perception Gap: The War on Terror as Others See It Keith Bolin The Future of the Family Farm Kristin S. Schafer The Global Trade in Deadly Pesticides Jeffrey St. Clair The Remaking of Cataract Canyon (Part Five) Patrick Cockburn Gaza is Dying Website of the Day Help the Bismark 3! September 7, 206 Marjorie Cohn Why Bush Really Came Clean About the CIA's Secret Torture Prisons Sharon Smith Downward Mobility: No Recovery for Workers René Drucker Colín The Fraud in Mexico Michael Donnelly Bush Family Values: About Those Nazi Appeasers John Borowski Scholastic Peddles a Fictitious Path to 9/11 to Kids Lucinda Marshall Bombing Indiana Charles Sullivan Katrina and the New Jim Crow: Ethnic Cleansing in New Orleans Jeffrey St. Clair The Remaking of Cataract Canyon: Part Four Jonathan Cook How Human Rights Watch Lost Its Way in Lebanon Website of the Day Rasta! Reggae's Joe Hill   September 6, 2006 Stephen Soldz Protecting the Torturers: Bad Faith and Distortions frm the American Psychological Assocation Dave Zirin Cops vs. Jocks: the Shooting of Steve Foley Ramzy Baroud The Gaza Maze: Who Gained Most from the Fox Reporters' Kidnapping Noel Ignatiev Democrats, Pwogs and the Lesser Evil Folly Dave Lindorff Bombing Without Regrets: The US and Cluster Bombs Norman Solomon Spinning Troop Levels in Iraq Binoy Kampmark The Death of Steve Irwin and the Politics of the Zoo Jeffrey St. Clair A Premature Burial: the Remaking of Cataract Canyon (Part Three) John Ross The Death of Mexican Presidency Website of the Day Flaming Arrows   September 5, 2006 Jonathan Cook Will Robert Fisk tell us the whole story? Time For A Champion of Truth to Speak Up Patrick Cockburn Better Not Meet at the Casbah Mike Whitney The Worst Secretary of Defense in U.S. History? You Be the Judge Roland Sheppard The Civil Rights Movement is Dead and So is the Democratic Party James Petras As Bush Regime Faces Twilight Slide, How Much Havoc Can Paulson Wreak? Alexander Cockburn Will Bush Bomb Teheran?   September 4, 2006 Clancy Sigal The Women Who Gave Us Labor Day Jeffrey St. Clair The Remaking of Cataract Canyon: Part 2 Anthony Alessandrini The Great Debate about Aroma Coffee: Why I Boycott Dennis Perrin The Great Debate in Tarrytown: Straight Zion, No Chaser Daniel Cassidy 'S lom to Slum Paul Craig Roberts The War Is Lost   September 2 / 3, 2006 Uri Avnery When Napoleon Won at Waterloo Jeffrey St. Clair A Premature Burial: the Remaking of Cataract Canyon Ralph Nader The No-Fault White House Noam Chomsky Viewing the World from a Bombsight Allan Lichtman Arrested Democracy: Letter from the Baltimore County Jail Stanley Heller When Criticism of Cluster Bombs is "Anti-Semitic" Rana el-Khatib Invasion's Child: the Making of Issa Peter Montague Taking on the Pentagon: Chemical Weapons to Burn Laura Carlsen Mexico on a Collision Course Dr. Susan Block Bush Hate Rising Joe Bageant Roy's People: Why Progressives Need to Listen to Orbison, Not Policy Wonks Scott Stedjan / Matt Schaaf A New Generation of Landmines? Gary Leupp The Emperor Has Been Exposed Stephen Fleischman The Great American Oligarchy Paul Balles Has Ahmadinejad Already Checkmated Bush? Ingmar Lee Canada's $450 Million Gift to Bush: the Softwood Lumber Slush Fund Jane Stillwater Burning Man: the Good, the Bad and the Evil Twin Ron Jacobs Dylan Faces the Apocalypse, Again St. Clair / Bossert Playlist: What We're Listening to This Week Poets' Basement Grima, Engel, Orloski and Davies Website of the Weekend To New Orleans: a Photo Journal   September 1, 2006 Uri Avnery Olmert Agonistes Paul Craig Roberts Of Wolves and Men (and Impotent Democrats) Bill Ayers Exclusionary Signs of the Times Kevin Zeese The Best War Ever Xochitl Bervera The Forgotten Children of New Orleans Norman Solomon Bush vs. Ahmadinejad: a TV Debate We'll Never See Alexander Cockburn Hezbollah Denounces Nasrallah Interview as a Fake Richard Neville Rupert Murdoch's Victims Website of the Day The Uranium Flood

Weekend Edition September 9/10 , 2006 Home Entertainment By ADAM ENGEL History, the full fifteen -- (or is that Fame? two nuts "fallen" from the same tree? 'they left no note,' admitted the Police Chief, no 'minutes' mention debts, affairs or ruts; 'and what of that GASH' -- the word alone caused eyes to flash -- 'on said tree's side?' 'Whose tree? Whose tree?' journalists shoved to see) -- history history history's tree -- is knotted, leafless at the Home Entertainment Center (sign above reads "Do Not Enter"), "Chapel" of anguish and dismay, even to the claw-less cat. Save the screens, batten the door. If you've the means, retile the floor, (with stones) and if there's time for more repeat the score, direct and from the top (forget the dimes you'll drop) lest "The Chapel" remain a Screen of pain, where doors slide at will unstopping unstopped, and panels won't stay still, when left unfolded and unlocked. Formica-searing sun-rays sample dishes in bitty-bytes, like nervous fishes, shuck laser disks, both new and old, from fertile rabbit wombs of code, resurrected from light's smoldering ember: (like old songs made new, when first remembered) after-emmissions of ghostly glowing tombs; spiced decay of childrens's rooms -- often the girl, so unexpectedly deprived of breath, takes years to learn she can't simply "go home" from death (the heat the heat down there, it's murder for mere spirit to withstand and ghost on further). Children relive their own sad dreams on ultra-wide gray digi-screens. Random, desultory clicks of a mouse summon blockbusters to the house: horror, romance, comedic shtick every genre's "important" flick, and TV renderings of tumid books where prudery and furtive looks empurple every puerile page, hallmarks of "Victoria's" age, when every writer, laureate or runt, agreed: a pretty face must never own a c---; and mounds of fabric hiding pricks were common among many tricks these "classic" authors used throughout their tomes to render them Christian in the privacy of private homes. NO ONE, whether on a goof or dare, thrill or lark, visits The Chapel alone; certainly not after dark. Childish childhood Ghosts live there; pre-pubescent urchins with dark hair consort with photon phantoms of the screen. The most frightening, tragic, thing I've seen was the projection of a beautiful, though long-dead, queen of film, caressing a darling, creepy girl of eight who shared a similar birth date: day and month, but not the year -- and here is something real to fear -- the girl was "Native," of the wild, the house was built, the bathroom tiled, over her tomb, perhaps a sign for more than one of her kind, snuffed for the American Dream of fun: to build a Home Entertainment Center which, usually, the whole family can enter to watch "immortal" stars perfom our favorite stories, especially horror flicks in which the villain glories in the blood of a young -- nubile -- "innocent," as if our own drab lives were heaven-sent, our entertainment the Center not just of the home but of the world, that is, wherever our armies roam and corporations set up shop -- powerful, free -- and sell the junk demanded by Democracy, like digital machines where taxpayers play host to every variety of high-tech, cinematic ghost. But every so often life will catch us by surprise and from our floors real spirits rise to warn us we're not really all that good, that everything we own is soaked in blood. There are even some among the jealous and unfree who claim a drum is beating constantly, though we can't hear it with our scientific ears, heralding the worst of our fears: that soon will come a time we'll cease to be, and even ghosts and all their memories weep for this alleged command of fate, for much as they've reason to despise and hate us for our mockery of every sacred place they'd known and all the lies in Entertainment Centers shown, and libel in the flashy novels on our shelves -- because we feel not, fear not for our selves, they pity us, as centuries of loathing melts to air; they see how deep yet meaningless is our despair; they'll watch us die like children, drowned in wet cement; impervious to death as life; oblivious of the event; concerned only that this is not like that horrendous dream: stuck inside with spouse and kids and NOTHING on the screen. Adam Engel can be reached at bartleby.samsa@verizon.net Sacred Space By TINA LOUISE Warm breath breezes neck Wet sweat drips trips Erogenous switches Trickles into creases Weaving bridges over fleshy gaps Glistening glimmering moist map Ever changing with embracing Tracing routes soothing The burning pulsing aching Sensation snaking downward With gyration Legs wrap forced back Arch clasped in large Hand rough warm firm grasp Pulls the space from between Unseen fire ignites fusewire Veins with pleasure pain coursing Reaching entire range Every pore ever born Stormed stirred to rhythmic Core of passion pleading Throbbing incantation Calling seeking Satisfaction dreaming Heart crescendos White heat Ease gently Decrease Collapse flat wrapped Packed together Breathing easing Relieving tremors Soften soften Cotton sheet embrace Face to face lover’s Sacred space Tina Louise lives in Blackpool, England. The Privileged By PETER BUKNATSKI In the ordinary hours of idle social chatter and everyday responsibility I do not dwell on the evil that hides in the shadows beyond all common sense I must not let it get to me or all is lost and taken away They have a plan and power and I have neither only the knowing of what is wrong and a sense of humor How can I make it stop and still enjoy the way the world comes up with head shaking surprises making the stomach go all soft as if the moral were a punch line It is privilege of course that embraces these thoughts I should know better and think instead of the cadres fighting through death and despair to save us all from ourselves and the world from becoming a joke In the ordinary hours who would not save a child from taking a fall or walk away from a cry for help belittling innocence with a shrug too busy to be human anymore In the world there are people whose joy is stopping the pain who make it their everyday task to lift the shadows from life and not be surprised by what they find Theirs is the true privilege never to be afraid of the wrong never to be overwhelmed by it but to deal with it as a matter of fact not to die in laughter but to live in it Peter Buknatski lives in Montpelier, Vermont.   On the Subject of Heart By ROBERT A. DAVIES She has my heart and I have hers but she is not a Renaissance lover, instead a witch stepped out of Macbeth to steal my heart and I have picked up hers there being little choice, any heart better than none; so here I am with a throwaway heart, one that runs slow runs faster then skips and one that for all I know is faithless as wind stiff as stone. Robert Davies lives in Portland, Oregon.   Cheney in Sherwood Forest By Charles Orloski "Vice President Dick Cheney will visit Northeastern Pennsylvania later this month to raise money for U.S. Representative Don Sherwood. The fundraiser -- costing $1,000 per person and $1,500 a couple -- is set for Sept. 18 at the Dallas, PA farm of Mr. Harold Flack." The Scranton Times-Tribune, Headline, page 1, Sept. 7, 2006. The passing of Mercury comets: Robin's in the hood, so put on dinner Flack jackets, when you could, 'cause the Veep's aim is not very good. Vergissmeinnicht, TonysnowIchbinnicht.(1.) Friar Tuck's unhappy with Congressman Don's passion for a Maryland lass "half his age," -- & confessing all along that his tights were on, and the "massage" issue and Starr-like outrage, are off the local election stage, like Nicholas Cage. Vergissmeinnicht, TonysnowIchbinnicht. William Tell launched a test-banned arrow through the core of an incumbent apple. Yo Ho, Don -- your poll margins are narrow! 'Tis frightful to see Nottingham rattle. Vergissmeinnicht, TonysnowIchbinnicht. Maid Marion, beautiful Maid Marion, independent diva of William Penn. Where shall ye spend? Where shall ye drink? Remember, Maid Marion, they took alcohol away from Cheney's merry-men! (1.) Forget me not, Tony Snow I am not ( German ). Charles Orloski lives in Pennsylvania.

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