Scribe offers two fictional shorts just to make a few valid, chuckle-based, points… Broken Record Scribe was at a party and the host, a Neo-Con, was playing a record. It was skipping, “Weapons of mass destruction, weapons of mass… The player, a rather odd looking contraption: short, stupid looking, sort of human-like in an evil, satanic way… amazing how some appearances are deceiving, and some aren’t… was in the corner. Scribe gave it one swift kick in what was shaped like a crotch. Scratch… “Give the surge time to work, give the surge time to work…” “Son of a bitch,” Scribe cursed, “whatever happened to decent, intelligent, less-propagandistic sounding records?” He kicked it again. On and on the evening went with the record skipping and spewing the same inane talking points like “Stay the course,” “it’s never been 'stay the course,'” and labeling all those in Iraq who resist, or even disagree with, occupation as al Qaeda instead of “insurgent,” or even just a “tortured free speech advocate with a bag over his head.” “Scribe, what in the ^%$#@! are you doing?” “Um, your record player isn’t working right you Nazi-Neo-Con FUC…” “That’s the way I like it, Scribe…” Then the SS showed up to escort Scribe out of the party. Did Scribe type “SS?” He meant Homeland Security, or the FBI, or the Supremes… With Junior in control… is there a difference these days? Dana Dies Dana Perino, Junior’s helium addicted spokes-bitch, was doing her usual high voiced act, talking as fast as she can. Scribe had snuck into the briefing disguised as a helium vendor. Hippies must have their pot. Junior must have his war-based, hit-like, murder sprees. Gonzo must have his torture. Condi is addicted to smiling so much she has to use an extra-wide paint brush to slather ten gallons of starch on her lips every morning. Of course, they’re ALL addicted to lying. But Dana? This Fem-bot-spokes-liar must have her helium. That’s why she not only speaks fast but sounds like a Munchkin. The controls? They prop her up and feed them under the podium where the helium controller regulates both pitch and helium flow. Scribe had brought his friend Bartcop along with him. “Why did you bring me here, Scribe?” That’s BC. “Well, I know you refer to them as the BFEE, but I just wanted you to see how managed they are; how mechanized, why they regurgitate as if they were programmed by Rove. That’s because they are. Watch… Scribe turned up the helium. The voice went higher. He raised the pitch control… Dana’s words flew by faster. “Look, Scribe, I don’t want to even be around these criminals. If you keep doing that, we’ll get caught, so stop, stop, damn it, STOP…” When Bart grabbed the control box he accidently hit both the helium control and the pitch… Faster, faster, higher pitch, faster, higher pitch, faster, higher pitch…. Explode… and then candy spewed all over the press room. Like little kids the press started shoving it into their pockets, down their pants, into their bras… Scribe said, “I didn’t know she was a pinata too. They’re too busy to notice, let’s get the HELL out of here Bart. I don’t know about you, but I’m certainly not going to warn the FOX folks about those apples that they’re grabbing. I know those are White House Halloween candy leftovers and Junior put razor blades in them. “Junior did that? Well, that doesn’t surprise me at all Scribe.”

William Rivers Pitt: t r u t h o u t , June 26, 2007 I was absolutely savaged by an unexpected emotional detonation on Thursday. Every rough emotion I am capable of experiencing - anger, fear, sorrow, rage, bitterness, despair, loathing, astonishment, woe, regret, horror, fury - erupted within me at the same time that day. I spent hours in the aftermath trying to type an accurate description of what had happened to me and why, but I failed. For the first time in a long, long while, I was completely unable to write. What could have been powerful enough to huff and puff and blow my house down? What manner of mind bomb could hurl me so far off kilter that I was incapable of explaining it on paper? It was, of course, Dick Cheney. The news story that started it all was just another report on Dick being Dick, doing his Dick thing the way Dick always does. If they ever hold a contest to decide which politician has the most appropriate first name, you should bet the farm, the barn, the house, the cow, every crop, every truck, and throw in all your shoes besides, on Dick winning in a walk. Dick would win in such a dominant fashion that the NBA Finals would appear competitive by comparison. It was Dick, and he got me on Thursday but good. You've probably heard the news story by now, and maybe you reacted to it like I did. The National Archives is basically the federal filing cabinet where all governmental paper records are stored and organized. The Archives is an invaluable repository of our governmental history. These documents are publicly available, and are a giant treasure trove for historians, biographers or anyone who loves to feel a bit of history between their fingers. So the Archives people had asked Cheney's office for his papers, because it was time to do so, because doing so is the law, because those papers are the property of the people. We pay for their printing and we pay for their storage, and the return on our investment can be found in the History/Biography/Politics section of any bookstore in America. Dick turned the National Archives down flat, and this is what destroyed me on Thursday. Not only did he turn them down, his office wrote - actually wrote on paper in a letter to the Archives - their amazing explanation for refusing to hand over the papers. If you've not heard this, brace yourself. Read More Here

Volume 2000 - Corn 2007  Congratulations Bart! That is quite the milestone. Thanks for being there all these years.

BartCop.com Volume 2000 - Corn 2007 is online at BartCop.com. In Today's Tequila Treehouse...

	Levin's False History
	White House: Trust us
	Why I hate Hillary
	Preacher in blackface
	Chemical Ali 2 B beheaded
	Marijuana & Violence?
	Coburn helps killers?
	Bartcopwatch drops
	Bionic Michelle Ryan

Mark Sherman, The Associated Press, June 25, 2007 WASHINGTON - The Supreme Court tightened limits on student speech Monday, ruling against a high school student and his 14-foot-long "Bong Hits 4 Jesus" banner. Schools may prohibit student expression that can be interpreted as advocating drug use, Chief Justice John Roberts wrote for the court in a 5-4 ruling. Joseph Frederick unfurled his homemade sign on a winter morning in 2002, as the Olympic torch made its way through Juneau, Alaska, en route to the Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City. Frederick said the banner was a nonsensical message that he first saw on a snowboard. He intended the banner to proclaim his right to say anything at all. His principal, Deborah Morse, said the phrase was a pro-drug message that had no place at a school-sanctioned event. Frederick denied that he was advocating for drug use. "The message on Frederick's banner is cryptic," Roberts said. "But Principal Morse thought the banner would be interpreted by those viewing it as promoting illegal drug use, and that interpretation is plainly a reasonable one." Read More Here

Steven Weber, The Huffington Post, June 25, 2007 We Americans have been in foster care for decades now. Every four or eight years we get shuffled off to the next house, headed by a new foster daddy. And we try to adjust to our new surroundings, which don't look terribly different from our last ones. Maybe there are some new gadgets. And each new daddy smiles and pats us on the head and bounces us on his knee and tells us all the things that make us feel like we finally belong, that we finally matter and that our real daddy -- him -- is at last come home. He has us listen to his pronouncements and his rules and tells us what our previous daddies did wrong and how he'll help us and love us better than they ever could. He introduces us to his friends, some of whom it seems we've met before, who look at us and smile small smiles. And they have a party and we look at each other and shrug our shoulders and think "maybe daddy's really home". And then things start to turn. He acts strangely. He gets angry. He rants. He waves his hands around. He calls some of his own kids names. He and his friends whisper and look at us and whisper some more. And we begin to hear stories about him, stories that seem to explain his odd behavior. But then something happens and it scares us and we all do what children are supposed to do: turn to daddy. Daddy tells us that we should be scared and we huddle, trembling, worried. And daddy sends some of us out to fight some fight that he says we have to fight. Daddy says so. Read More Here

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There have been several important developments in the energy market as a result of stubbornly high gas prices over the last few years. First, there is the hybrid vehicle. For those who haven’t explored this, the hybrid automobile runs on both a gasoline engine and an electric motor, in one car. Thus, the word hybrid. Most vehicles on the road get poor gas mileage especially in stop and go traffic – something like eight to twelve mpg. The hybrid, on the other hand, uses its electric motor under these conditions and gets five times that. Hybrids can use a smaller more efficient gas engine, because if more power is needed than the small engine can produce, the electric motor comes on line and both respond to the consumer mashing on the gas pedal. I know a couple who owns a prius. They have gotten 50 and 60 mpg both in town and on the highway. The gas mileage in hybrids really is that good. As a result of their popularity, work is ongoing to improve these vehicles and noises are being made about a car in the near future that gets 100 mpg. Secondly, there is biodiesel. This is vegetable oil produced from a variety of sources including soybeans, and used McDonalds frying grease. In 1999 about 500 thousand gallons of biodiesel was produced in the U.S.A. this has exploded to 250 million gallons produced in 2006, and will at least double again to 500 million gallons in 2007. Exciting research is being conducted into making biodiesel from algae, the fastest growing plant in the world. Huge ponds will soon be built in desolate areas that will produce a steady supply of green slush that potentially will produce all the diesel America needs and at a competitive price. Thirdly is ethanol. Attempting to produce ethanol from corn is dumb, and has driven the price of corn through the roof. But just recently, a scientific breakthrough has occurred that will increase the energy density of ethanol by 40% and encourages production from other plants than corn. Information about this is on the net. And lastly is the led (light emitting diode). If you look at stop lights, you will notice they are no longer a single red, orange, or green lamp, but many closely packed little lights (led’s). The bulbs have been replaced because led’s use much less electricity and last a long time. Also, tail lights on trucks, and some new autos are using red led’s. Research into how to make white led’s that aren’t so expensive is on-going and very exciting. But it will be several years before we see led light bulbs, other than in flash lights, that can compete in price. I hope our Congress, with its glorious 14% approval rating doesn’t screw things up with its latest energy bill. Things are going well and we will soon be free from foreign oil if they will just leave the markets alone. Grimgold

Maureen Dowd, The New York Times, June 24, 2007 WASHINGTON - It’s hard to imagine how Dick Cheney could get more dastardly, unless J. K. Rowling has him knock off Harry Potter next month. Harry’s cloak of invisibility would be no match for Vice’s culture of invisibility. I’ve always thought Cheney was way out there — the most Voldemort-like official I’ve run across. But even in my harshest musings about the vice president, I never imagined that he would declare himself not only above the law, not only above the president, but actually his own dark planet — a separate entity from the White House. I guess a man who can wait 14 hours before he lets it dribble out that he shot his friend in the face has no limit on what he thinks he can keep secret. Still, it’s quite a leap to go from hiding in a secure, undisclosed location in the capital to hiding in a secure, undisclosed location in the Constitution. Dr. No used to just blow off the public and Congress as he cooked up his shady schemes. Now, in a breathtaking act of arrant arrogance, he’s blowing off his own administration. Henry Waxman, the California congressman who looks like an accountant and bites like a pit bull, is making the most of Congress’s ability, at long last, to scrutinize Cheney’s chicanery. On Thursday, Mr. Waxman revealed that after four years of refusing to cooperate with the government unit that oversees classified documents, the vice president tried to shut down the unit rather than comply with the law ensuring that sensitive data is protected. The National Archives appealed to the Justice Department, but who knows how much justice there is at Justice, now that the White House has so blatantly politicized it? Cheney’s office denied doing anything wrong, but Cheney’s office is also denying it’s an office. Tricky Dick Deuce declared himself exempt from a rule that applies to everyone else in the executive branch, instructing the National Archives that the Office of the Vice President is not an “entity within the executive branch” and therefore is not subject to presidential executive orders. “It’s absurd, reflecting his view from the first day he got into office that laws don’t apply to him,” Representative Waxman told me. “The irony is, he’s taking the position that he’s not part of the executive branch.” Read More Here

Frank Rich, The New York Times, June 24, 2007 By this late date we should know the fix is in when the White House’s top factotums fan out on the Sunday morning talk shows singing the same lyrics, often verbatim, from the same hymnal of spin. The pattern was set way back on Sept. 8, 2002, when in simultaneous appearances three cabinet members and the vice president warned darkly of Saddam’s aluminum tubes. “We don’t want the smoking gun to be a mushroom cloud,” said Condi Rice, in a scripted line. The hard sell of the war in Iraq — the hyping of a (fictional) nuclear threat to America — had officially begun. America wasn’t paying close enough attention then. We can’t afford to repeat that blunder now. Last weekend the latest custodians of the fiasco, our new commander in Iraq, Gen. David Petraeus, and our new ambassador to Baghdad, Ryan Crocker, took to the Sunday shows with two messages we’d be wise to heed. The first was a confirmation of recent White House hints that the long-promised September pivot point for judging the success of the “surge” was inoperative. That deadline had been asserted as recently as April 24 by President Bush, who told Charlie Rose that September was when we’d have “a pretty good feel” whether his policy “made sense.” On Sunday General Petraeus and Mr. Crocker each downgraded September to merely a “snapshot” of progress in Iraq. “Snapshot,” of course, means “Never mind!” The second message was more encoded and more ominous. Again using similar language, the two men said that in September they would explain what Mr. Crocker called “the consequences” and General Petraeus “the implications” of any alternative “courses of action” to their own course in Iraq. What this means in English is that when the September “snapshot” of the surge shows little change in the overall picture, the White House will say that “the consequences” of winding down the war would be even more disastrous: surrender, defeat, apocalypse now. So we must stay the surge. Like the war’s rollout in 2002, the new propaganda offensive to extend and escalate the war will be exquisitely timed to both the anniversary of 9/11 and a high-stakes Congressional vote (the Pentagon appropriations bill). General Petraeus and Mr. Crocker wouldn’t be sounding like the Bobbsey Twins and laying out this coordinated rhetorical groundwork were they not already anticipating the surge’s failure. Both spoke on Sunday of how (in General Petraeus’s variation on the theme) they had to “show that the Baghdad clock can indeed move a bit faster, so that you can put a bit of time back on the Washington clock.” The very premise is nonsense. Yes, there is a Washington clock, tied to Republicans’ desire to avoid another Democratic surge on Election Day 2008. But there is no Baghdad clock. It was blown up long ago and is being no more successfully reconstructed than anything else in Iraq. Read More Here

A tourist in Vienna is going through a graveyard when, all of a sudden, he hears some music. No one is around, so he begins to search for the source. He finally locates the origin and finds it is coming from a grave with a headstone that reads: Ludwig von Beethoven 1770-1827. Then he realizes that the music is the Ninth Symphony and it is being played backward! Puzzled, he leaves the graveyard and persuades a friend to return with him. By the time they arrive back at the grave, the music has changed. This time it is the Seventh Symphony, but like the previous piece, it is being played backward. Curious, the men agree to consult a music scholar. When they return with the expert, the Fifth Symphony is playing, again backward. The expert notices that the symphonies are being played in the reverse order from that in which they were composed; the ninth, then the seventh, then the fifth. By the next day, the word has spread and a throng has gathered around the grave. They are all listening to the Second Symphony being played backward. Just then the graveyard caretaker ambles up to the group. Someone in the group asks him if he has an explanation for the music. "Don't you get it?" the caretaker asks incredulously. "He's decomposing! !"

White House Confirms Big Business Is Behind Amnesty Bill And the National Council Of La Raza, Too By Bluey The Bush administration's latest piece of immigration propaganda (not even posted on WhiteHouse.gov) highlights the efforts of the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, National Restaurant Association, Business Roundtable, National Association of Manufacturers, National Federation Of Independent Business, National Restaurant Association, American Farm Bureau Federation, Associated Builders and Contractors, National Milk Producers Federation, National Pork Producers Council, American Subcontractors Association, American Health Care Association, Poultry Federation, Georgia Farm Bureau, Tyson Foods, U.S. Hispanic Chamber of Commerce and many others. But perhaps what's most shocking is the White House's inclusion of a quote from National Council Of La Raza chief executive Janet Murguía. This is a group with a radical agenda that has ties to the "Reconquista" movement to reclaim the Western portion of the United States. This article by the late Rep. Charlie Norwood blew the lid off many of La Raza's activities. Why is the White House legitimizing this organization?

As you can see from the public reaction to Congress and the president concerning the amnesty bill (80% disapproval by republicans and 55% disapproval by democrats) our lawmakers have become isolated, arrogant, out-of-touch elitists. They really can’t understand what all the fuss is about. But they, at last, realize people are upset at the sneaky attempt to ram the amnesty bill down our throats in one week. As a result of this latest stupidity, approval ratings for Congress are at a record low, 14%, the president is at about 28% and falling, and John McCain’s campaign is swirling down the toilet, soon to disappear – thankfully. But in spite of the low approval ratings and the death rattle of McCain’s campaign, they still aren’t convinced. Can you believe it? They still want to grant amnesty, apparently because the republicans want cheap labor for industry and democrats because they want new voters. They are going to try again to ram this bill through Congress. How? They’ll wait until you’ve been angry for so long you throw your hands up and quit caring. So I ask you, both republicans and democrats, to quit being upset. Be calm, cool, and patient. Be quietly determined that these elitists will not succeed. Don’t vent angrily – you’ll wear out. Be polite and immovable. These self-absorbed “representatives” don’t care about America, they care only about power. We really, really need term limits for Congress. Bottom line – we’ve succeeded so far, but the fat lady ain’t sung yet. Be calm, be determined, and we will win. Grimgold

Once there was a restaurant - a very popular one. It was called The Donkey Diner. The owners and managers created a menu that catered to a wide variety of people. You couldn’t find everything on the menu you liked and no one was completely happy with it, but there was enough selection to keep you coming back and that is what made it a success. And the prices weren’t that bad, either. Not surprisingly, the eatery attracted people from varying walks of life, ethnic backgrounds, and economic classes. At some point, a few of the patrons felt the menu lacked a sufficient amount of items they liked and some of the dishes weren’t prepared they way they thought they should be, so they began complaining to the management. The management said, “hey, look, we’re trying to make everyone happy. But naturally, if a type of menu item is popular, we feature more of it. If a dish just isn’t selling well, we’re not going to push it.” This explanation didn’t set well with the dissatisfied patrons, so they decided (in the spirit of true competition) to start their own restaurant. But they really couldn’t agree on how to do it, which resulted in several little diners opening and closing on various street corners. Soon, the complaining former patrons began to think it was unfair that the big restaurant they used to go to was so popular that it prevented other ones from having a chance at success. So they hatched a plan. They began returning to the big restaurant. Eventually a few of them applied for, and got, management positions. Soon thereafter, they began calling themselves “the real managers” of the restaurant and tried altering the menu to better fit their tastes. This experiment, though successful at times, ultimately backfired. The rival restaurant across the street, the one they’d competed with for years, began to attract more customers. Soon, that shiny eatery with the assorted menu began losing money. The newer managers, the original complainers, looked to blame everyone else but themselves. Their justification was if the restaurant had concentrated even more on the items they’d wanted, instead of making a few concessions here and there, the business loss wouldn’t have happened. But the original owners and managers knew better. Which brings us to today. The newer managers, and the newer patrons who like them, are wondering whether to support a manager applicant who does things the old way or support one who does things their new way. Some are even suggesting they start their own restaurant. Again. DonkeyDigest

Cindy Sheehan, t r u t h o u t, June 21, 2007 To everything there is a season. A time for war, a time for peace. --Ecclesiastes, Hebrew Scriptures I wish I could say I thought of something profound as I saw the picture of the president and his wife's on that billboard on Highway 317 in my rear view mirror on my way out of Crawford, Texas, today. I will be back for the final weekend farewell to Camp Casey on July 6, but I won't be back as the owner of property there, or as a leader of the American peace movement. The protests that were Camp Casey I and II that evolved into the five acres on Highway 317 (Lone Star Parkway), which was known as Camp Casey III, definitely were effective and served a relevant purpose in the national discourse of the pros and cons of the Iraq war. In an occupation that was and still is kept far from apathetic American eyes, summer '05 was one of the first times the cost of BushCo's Iraq fiasco was made public, and many people sympathized and resonated with and some even traveled for miles to be with the Mom in the ditch. When I announced that I was going to put my five acres up for sale in Texas, the horrible anti-peace, anti-American group, Move America Forward, announced it would buy it to erect a "Memorial." This group still cheer-leads and supports a war where our troops are clearly being misused and maltreated by their civilian leadership, and celebrates each death as a sacrifice for the neocon, obscene and Orwellian idea of "freedom." Move America Forward is still collecting money for the memorial, which will never be built on my old property, and if they really wanted to buy it, they wouldn't have sent out a press release. They just wanted a few more minutes of fame off of my misery! Into all of the drama, radio talk show host Bree Walker enters. She could not bear the thought of Move America Forward or any other right-wing fascist group buying Camp Casey, so she cashed in her corporate buy-ins and bought my land to leave as a legacy to peace - a true memorial to our children and the people of Iraq who have been killed for corporate and political greed. Bree is putting her money where her mouth is, too, and we Camp Casey-ites were relieved and overjoyed when she purchased it! I was in Crawford this past week to transfer the deed to Bree and to take care of some last-minute business. Selling my land and kicking the Crawford dirt off of my flip-flops was bittersweet. I have had some of my highest highs in that horse town, but also some of my lowest lows. Read More Here