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Nudge nudge, wink wink. In a military coup d'état against the people and constitution of the United States, General Betrayus Petraeus is named the first military commander to head the CIA, a happy hour or two before Osama bin Laden is pepper-potted in a heavily-guarded Pakistani military compound. I try to believe at least three improbable things before cappuccino hour ends at eleven 'o clock after sunrise every morning here in Italy, thereafter receiving old-fashioned looks the Italians reserve for the infidel straniere who demand such refreshment thereafter.

What a farce...

http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/president-obama-osama-bin-laden-death-milestone/story?id=13505673

The Ministry of Propaganda strikes again with their usual trumpery and nonsense. This must have been a fun, easy piece -- a few minutes' scribbling for their imaginative press release whizzes.

"The war is not necessarily proceeding to Japan's advantage."  So we are told the emperor of Japan solemnly informed his subjects after the US vaporized two large, undefended, non-military targets with the concentrated energy of the sun. Barak Obama, along with his sidekicks Bomber 'Dave' Cameron and Little Napoleon Sarkozy, are having similar bother with their own lovely little war in Libya, which is definitely not proceeding according to plan.

OK, it's safe to emerge from the bunker and start to make some sort of sense, if anyone can, of the on-going burlesque in Libya. But first to state what is merely obvious. The headline stories of saving lives are crude propaganda. Nor is it correct the 'war' was started without any clear rationale of the intended outcome, beyond some vague conviction that a few pre-armed rebels stirred up by American, British and French secret services, would knock over the old bogeyman in Tripoli before anyone could say Nobel Peace Prize in Arabic and then skip off with the oil.

Our electric company, Southern California Edison, has installed new digital electric meters.

The National Socialist party was set up and funded by Wall Street. The Big Daddy of the Bush dynasty, old grand-pappy Prester, a great lion of finance, was a significant fixer buzzing between the White House and Hitler's coterie. No wonder Hitler's economic programme so closely resembled the New Deal. No explanations needed how Bush presidents One and Two got the New World Order hook-up, either. Think the modern Bushes and the Bin Laden clan and you get the picture.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akm3nYN8aG8

TRANSCRIPT of veteran Mike Prysner:

I tried hard to be proud of my service, but all I could feel was shame. Racism ("superiority") could no longer mask the reality of the occupation. These were people, these were human beings.
I've since been claimed by guilt anytime I see an elderly man like the one who couldn't walk and we rolled out on a stretcher and told the Iraqi police to take him away.

About twenty years ago, I was incarcerated for several memorable days in the legendary insalubrious Strand Hotel in Rangoon, once a famous watering hole of the imperial boxwallahs. The old pile had descended considerably from that state of grace. The last sound one heard at night before finally surrendering to the pillow was the scuttling of thousands of cockroaches across the teak floors. Come morning the room would be thoroughly fumigated, but by nightfall the indomitable creatures of the night were back in force. I can hear that same sound of rapacious scuttling right now.

Fast on the heels of the Libyan revolution comes a calamity in Japan that will redouble the upward pressure on oil prices.

For many years now people like me are suspicious of the American weather weapon HAARP every time there is a natural catastrophe like a flood or an earthquake in a country the US is targeting. Way back in 2001 I wrote an article about the floods and earthquakes in Taliban-held Afghanistan.

Hey Govn'r Walker, you're doing a heck of a job! Crunching them darned blood-sucking unions like Saturn devouring his children, searing those Democrat butts with scorching breath hotter'n a Labor Day picnic in Death Valley, raising the flag at last over socialist-FREE Wisconsin, the first sovereign bastion of the truly liberated United States. Huey Long, eat your heart out, wherever you are, and here's hoping it "aint so damn freezin" as it is up here.