SUN’S MASSIVE EXPLOSION UPGRADED

Sun’s massive explosion upgraded
 
By Dr David Whitehouse 
BBC News Online science editor   Match 17, 2004

Thhe massive

solar flare that erupted from the Sun last November was far bigger
than scientists first thought. At the time, satellite detectors were
unable to record its true size because they were blinded by its radiation. 


    But University of Otago physicists say they
have now estimated the probable scale of the huge explosion by studying
how X-rays hit the Earth’s atmosphere. 

    They tell Geophysical Research Letters the X45
class event was more than twice as big as the previous record flare. 

    Fortunately, the Earth did not take a direct
hit from this immense blast of radiation and matter. 

    Had it done so, several
orbiting satellites would almost certainly have been damaged and there
could have been considerable disruption of radio communications and power
grids on the planet’s surface. 

   Last October and November, the Sun underwent an extraordinary
surge in activity, producing a series of big flares from the most active
sunspot region ever seen. 

     But it was on 4 November, as Active Region
486 was being carried out of sight around the Sun’s western limb by solar
rotation, that the most extraordinary flare let rip. 

    Between 1929 and 1950 GMT, the enormous explosion
sent an intense burst of radiation towards the Earth. 

   Even before the storm had peaked, X-rays had overloaded
the detectors on solar-monitoring satellites, in particular those on the
Geostationary Operational Environmental Satellites, which usually provide
data allowing scientists to estimate the size of such events. 

    Later study suggested the flare was an X28. 
     The biggest previous solar flares on record
were rated X20, on 2 April 2001 and 16 August 1989. So 4 November’s explosion
certainly set a new mark. But only now do scientists understand the probable
true power of the event. 

     The New Zealand researchers in Otago looked
at the effect the flare’s radiation had on the Earth’s upper atmosphere
and used that to judge its strength. 

    “So when this event overloaded the satellite
detectors, we were in a unique position to make this measurement,” they
said. 

    Detailing their work in their journal paper,
the team report that at the time of the big solar explosion they were
probing the ionosphere with radio waves as part of a long-term research
programme. 

     They noticed that X-rays from the flare
changed the properties of the ionosphere, an effect that has been observed
many times before. 

    The changes the Otago researchers saw allowed
them to produce a new estimate of the flare’s intensity, increasing its
rating from X28 to X45. 

   “This makes it more than twice as large as any previously
recorded flare,” said Associate Professor Neil Thomson. 

     Luckily the radiation from the flare only
struck a glancing blow to the Earth.  

    “If the accompanying particle and magnetic
storm had been aimed at the Earth, the damage to some satellites and electrical
networks could have been considerable,” said Thomson. 

    The New Zealanders say their calculations show
the flare’s X-ray radiation bombarding the atmosphere was equivalent
to that of 5,000 suns, though none of it reached the Earth’s surface, they
stress. 

   “Given that any future flares are unlikely to be large
enough to overload the ionosphere, we believe that our new method has great
advantages in determining their size in the event of satellite detector
overloads,” said Thompson.

MINDFLAYER

Mindflayer


Its Always 1999

LOAD 059 CD

Robo generated psychic booty pulse coupled with metro scrambled drumstick action. Battle station personnel
on this disc includes Brian Chippendale of LIGHTNING BOLT and MEERK PUFFY of FORCEFIELD. The duo have oscillators working overtime in the psychic war deck and gabba friendly drums. This CD is a re-release of a barely available record from the Ooo Mau Mau record label from 2001. The record was recorded in the halls of FORT THUNDER, a deserted cultural bunker/state of the art Dunkin Donuts in Providence, RI. The record has been re-mastered for loudness and delicacy, so pay heed.


   The sounds on this record are the hustle and bustle of bass-bin boom on the space throughways of the Milky Way circa 3167 A.D. Slowed beats with the force of tree roots hitting supertanker hulls. Vast radio dish networks with squelch and pulse tremors using solar systems as tweeters and white dwarfs as shredded woofers. Your head is caving in, your eyes are melting. Time is space and colors are sound. All is brown, hail the ramparts, to the battle stations! 

TALKING AND DRUM SOLOS by Warren “Baby” Dodds

Talking & Drum Solos + Country Brass Bands 


 (UMS241CD) $13.00 

One of the most important pieces of vinyl ever waxed, TALKING AND DRUM SOLOS is the first recorded album of drum solos- by one of the great pioneers of jazz percussion: Warren “Baby” Dodds. 


    A mainstay of the early Chicago jazz scene alongside his brother, clarinetist Johnny
Dodds- and inspiration to countless jazz trapmen (including Han Bennink-
who has cited TALKING as his favorite record), this endlessly inventive
original was born in the Big Easy in 1898. Dodds made his mark in the mid-30s,
peaking as the featured artist at a 1946 Carnegie Hall Pops Concert. 


    The cornerstone
of our remastered UMS reissue is Dodds‚ rare1946 Folkways Records 10″,
featuring him playing and (true to the title) talking about drumming styles
of of the early jazz era, as recorded by the legendary Mose Asch. Also
assembled here for your infotainment & contextual purposes are twenty
bonus tracks from Folkways Records‚ COUNTRY BRASS BANDS OF THE SOUTH, VOLUME
ONE collection, recorded by Frederic Ramsey Jr. Ramsey, a Guggenheim Fellow
who edited the TALKING session, also recorded many strange & wonderful
brass bands from Alabama, Louisiana & Mississippi, circa 1954. These
recordings clearly demonstrate the creative & adventurous sounds that
these early brass bands were capable of back in the day.     Capping
it all off are deeply illuminating liner notes by well-regarded writer
Kevin Whitehead, frequent contributor to THE WIRE, Chicago Reader, and
author of NEW DUTCH SWING. Under license from Smithsonian Folkways. 

COURTESY OF PETER RELIC!

NECRONOMITRON

Necronomitrons/t

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Demonic wails from Providence – bearded guitar-orists. Frothing fast leads, crunching power, and wailing
screams at a planet choking on its own vomit.


   Two guitars and drums. Features a past member of the USAISAMONSTER clan for added incestual sensuality.

 Artwork on this record is constructed from 24K gold and inscribed by a team of middle earth dwarves in the smitty halls of hell. Gold will be the currency the world uses after George Bush destroys this cursed ball of dirt known
as Earth.


    For ballpark references think Voivod and Man is the Bastard.

Songs

1. Unscheduled Sunrise

2. Small Field of Death

3. Blood Clot Guts

4. One more Moment on the
Planet


5. Invading Assassin is
Dead


6. Sickstick

7. Night

8. Large Field of Death

9. Fubar

10. Incephalopod

11. 1914

12. Broken Glass for Dinner

SOME WHISTLEBLOWING.

The new Pentagon papers

A high-ranking military officer reveals how Defense Department extremists suppressed information
and twisted the truth to drive the country to war.

 – – – – – – – – – – – –
By Karen Kwiatkowski

Salon.com

March 10, 2004  | 
In July of last year, after just over 20 years of service, I retired as
a lieutenant colonel in the U.S. Air Force. I had served as a communications
officer in the field and in acquisition programs, as a speechwriter for
the National Security Agency director, and on the Headquarters Air Force
and the office of the secretary of defense staffs covering African affairs.
I had completed Air Command and Staff College and Navy War College seminar
programs, two master’s degrees, and everything but my Ph.D. dissertation
in world politics at Catholic University. I regarded my military vocation
as interesting, rewarding and apolitical. My career started in 1978 with
the smooth seduction of a full four-year ROTC scholarship. It ended with
10 months of duty in a strange new country, observing up close and personal
a process of decision making for war not sanctioned by the Constitution
we had all sworn to uphold. Ben Franklin’s comment that the Constitutional
Convention of 1787 in Philadelphia had delivered “a republic, madam, if
you can keep it” would come to have special meaning. 


   In the spring
of 2002, I was a cynical but willing staff officer, almost two years into
my three-year tour at the office of the secretary of defense, undersecretary
for policy, sub-Saharan Africa. In April, a call for volunteers went out
for the Near East South Asia directorate (NESA). None materialized. By
May, the call transmogrified into a posthaste demand for any staff officer,
and I was “volunteered” to enter what would be a well-appointed den of
iniquity. 


    The education
I would receive there was like an M. Night Shyamalan movie — intense,
fascinating and frightening. While the people were very much alive, I saw
a dead philosophy — Cold War anti-communism and neo-imperialism — walking
the corridors of the Pentagon. It wore the clothing of counterterrorism
and spoke the language of a holy war between good and evil. The evil was
recognized by the leadership to be resident mainly in the Middle East and
articulated by Islamic clerics and radicals. But there were other enemies
within, anyone who dared voice any skepticism about their grand plans,
including Secretary of State Colin Powell and Gen. Anthony Zinni. 

    
From May 2002 until February 2003, I observed firsthand the formation of
the Pentagon’s Office of Special Plans and watched the latter stages of
the neoconservative capture of the policy-intelligence nexus in the run-up
to the invasion of Iraq. This seizure of the reins of U.S. Middle East
policy was directly visible to many of us working in the Near East South
Asia policy office, and yet there seemed to be little any of us could do
about it. 


     
I saw a narrow and deeply flawed policy favored by some executive appointees
in the Pentagon used to manipulate and pressurize the traditional relationship
between policymakers in the Pentagon and U.S. intelligence agencies. 


    
I witnessed neoconservative agenda bearers within OSP usurp measured and
carefully considered assessments, and through suppression and distortion
of intelligence analysis promulgate what were in fact falsehoods to both
Congress and the executive office of the president. 


    
While this commandeering of a narrow segment of both intelligence production
and American foreign policy matched closely with the well-published desires
of the neoconservative wing of the Republican Party, many of us in the
Pentagon, conservatives and liberals alike, felt that this agenda, whatever
its flaws or merits, had never been openly presented to the American people.
Instead, the public story line was a fear-peddling and confusing set of
messages, designed to take Congress and the country into a war of executive
choice, a war based on false pretenses, and a war one year later Americans
do not really understand. That is why I have gone public with my account. 


    
To begin with, I was introduced to Bill Luti, assistant secretary of defense
for NESA. A tall, thin, nervously intelligent man, he welcomed me into
the fold. I knew little about him. Because he was a recently retired naval
captain and now high-level Bush appointee, the common assumption was that
he had connections, if not capability. I would later find out that when
Dick Cheney was secretary of defense over a decade earlier, Luti was his
aide. He had also been a military aide to Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich
during the Clinton years and had completed his Ph.D. at the Fletcher School
at Tufts University. While his Navy career had not granted him flag rank,
he had it now and was not shy about comparing his place in the pecking
order with various three- and four-star generals and admirals in and out
of the Pentagon. Name dropping included references to getting this or that
document over to Scooter, or responding to one of Scooter’s requests right
away. Scooter, I would find out later, was I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby, the
vice president’s chief of staff. 


     
Co-workers who had watched the transition from Clintonista to Bushite shared
conversations and stories indicating that something deliberate and manipulative
was happening to NESA. Key professional personnel, longtime civilian professionals
holding the important billets in NESA, were replaced early on during the
transition. Longtime officer director Joe McMillan was reassigned to the
National Defense University. The director’s job in the time of transition
was to help bring the newly appointed deputy assistant secretary up to
speed, ensure office continuity, act as a resource relating to regional
histories and policies, and help identify the best ways to maintain course
or to implement change. Removing such a critical continuity factor was
not only unusual but also seemed like willful handicapping. It was the
first signal of radical change. 

    
At the time, I didn’t realize that the expertise on Middle East policy
was not only being removed, but was also being exchanged for that from
various agenda-bearing think tanks, including the Middle East Media Research
Institute, the Washington Institute for Near East Policy, and the Jewish
Institute for National Security Affairs. Interestingly, the office director
billet stayed vacant the whole time I was there. That vacancy and the long-term
absence of real regional understanding to inform defense policymakers in
the Pentagon explains a great deal about the neoconservative approach on
the Middle East and the disastrous mistakes made in Washington and in Iraq
in the past two years. 


    
I soon saw the modus operandi of “instant policy” unhampered by debate
or experience with the early Bush administration replacement of the civilian
head of the Israel, Lebanon and Syria desk office with a young political
appointee from the Washington Institute, David Schenker. Word was that
the former experienced civilian desk officer tended to be evenhanded toward
the policies of Prime Minister Ariel Sharon of Israel, but there were complaints
and he was gone. I met David and chatted with him frequently. He was a
smart, serious, hardworking guy, and the proud author of a book on the
chances for Palestinian democracy. Country desk officers were rarely political
appointees. In my years at the Pentagon, this was the only “political”
I knew doing that type of high-stress and low-recognition duty. So eager
was the office to have Schenker at the Israel desk, he served for many
months as a defense contractor of sorts and only received his “Schedule
C” political appointee status months after I arrived. 


    
I learned that there was indeed a preferred ideology for NESA. My first
day in the office, a GS-15 career civil servant rather unhappily advised
me that if I wanted to be successful here, I’d better remember not to say
anything positive about the Palestinians. This belied official U.S. policy
of serving as an honest broker for resolution of Israeli and Palestinian
security concerns. At that time, there was a great deal of talk about Bush’s
possible support for a Palestinian state. That the Pentagon could have
implemented and, worse, was implementing its own foreign policy had not
yet occurred to me. 


     
Throughout the summer, the NESA spaces in one long office on the fourth
floor, between the 7th and 8th corridors of D Ring, became more and more
crowded. With war talk and planning about Iraq, all kinds of new people
were brought in. A politically savvy civilian-clothes-wearing lieutenant
colonel named Bill Bruner served as the Iraq desk officer, and he had apparently
joined NESA about the time Bill Luti did. I discovered that Bruner, like
Luti, had served as a military aide to Speaker Gingrich. Gingrich himself
was now conveniently an active member of Bush’s Defense Policy Board, which
had space immediately below ours on the third floor. 


    
I asked why Bruner wore civilian attire, and was told by others, “He’s
Chalabi’s handler.” Chalabi, of course, was Ahmad Chalabi, the president
of the Iraqi National Congress, who was the favored exile of the neoconservatives
and the source of much of their “intelligence.” Bruner himself said he
had to attend a lot of meetings downtown in hotels and that explained his
suits. Soon, in July, he was joined by another Air Force pilot, a colonel
with no discernible political connections, Kevin Jones. I thought of it
as a military-civilian partnership, although both were commissioned officers. 


    
Among the other people arriving over the summer of 2002 was Michael Makovsky,
a recent MIT graduate who had written his dissertation on Winston Churchill
and was going to work on “Iraqi oil issues.” He was David Makovsky’s younger
brother. David was at the time a senior fellow at the Washington Institute
and had formerly been an editor of the Jerusalem Post, a pro-Likud newspaper.
Mike was quiet and seemed a bit uncomfortable sharing space with us. He
soon disappeared into some other part of the operation and I rarely saw
him after that. 

     
In late summer, new space was found upstairs on the fifth floor, and the
“expanded Iraq desk,” now dubbed the “Office of Special Plans,” began moving
there. And OSP kept expanding. 


      
Another person I observed to appear suddenly was Michael Rubin, another
Washington Institute fellow working on Iraq policy. He and Chris Straub,
a retired Army officer who had been a Republican staffer for the Senate
Intelligence Committee, were eventually assigned to OSP. 


    
John Trigilio, a Defense Intelligence Agency analyst, was assigned to handle
Iraq intelligence for Luti. Trigilio had been on a one-year career-enhancement
tour with the office of the secretary of defense that was to end in August
2002. DIA had offered him routine intelligence positions upon his return
from his OSD sabbatical, but none was as interesting as working in August
2002 for Luti. John asked Luti for help in gaining an extension for another
year, effectively removing him from the DIA bureaucracy and its professional
constraints. 


    
Trigilio and I had hallway debates, as friends. The one I remember most
clearly was shortly after President Bush gave his famous “mushroom cloud”
speech in Cincinnati in October 2002, asserting that Saddam had weapons
of mass destruction as well as ties to “international terrorists,” and
was working feverishly to develop nuclear weapons with “nuclear holy warriors.”
I asked John who was feeding the president all the bull about Saddam and
the threat he posed us in terms of WMD delivery and his links to terrorists,
as none of this was in secret intelligence I had seen in the past years.
John insisted that it wasn’t an exaggeration, but when pressed to say which
actual intelligence reports made these claims, he would only say, “Karen,
we have sources that you don’t have access to.” It was widely felt by those
of us in the office not in the neoconservatives’ inner circle that these
“sources” related to the chummy relationship that Ahmad Chalabi had with
both the Office of Special Plans and the office of the vice president. 


    
The newly named director of the OSP, Abram Shulsky, was one of the most
senior people sharing our space that summer. Abe, a kindly and gentle man,
who would say hello to me in the hallways, seemed to be someone I, as a
political science grad student, would have loved to sit with over coffee
and discuss the world’s problems. I had a clear sense that Abe ranked high
in the organization, although ostensibly he was under Luti. Luti was known
at times to treat his staff, even senior staff, with disrespect, contempt
and derision. He also didn’t take kindly to staff officers who had an opinion
or viewpoint that was off the neoconservative reservation. But with Shulsky,
who didn’t speak much at the staff meetings, he was always respectful and
deferential. It seemed like Shulsky’s real boss was somebody like Douglas
Feith or higher. 


     
Doug Feith, undersecretary of defense for policy, was a case study in how
not to run a large organization. In late 2001, he held the first all-hands
policy meeting at which he discussed for over 15 minutes how many bullets
and sub-bullets should be in papers for Secretary Donald Rumsfeld. A year
later, in August of 2002, he held another all-hands meeting in the auditorium
where he embarrassed everyone with an emotional performance about what
it was like to serve Rumsfeld. He blithely informed us that for months
he didn’t realize Rumsfeld had a daily stand-up meeting with his four undersecretaries.
He shared with us the fact that, after he started to attend these meetings,
he knew better what Rumsfeld wanted of him. Most military staffers and
professional civilians hearing this were incredulous, as was I, to hear
of such organizational ignorance lasting so long and shared so openly.
Feith’s inattention to most policy detail, except that relating to Israel
and Iraq, earned him a reputation most foul throughout Policy, with rampant
stories of routine signatures that took months to achieve and lost documents.
His poor reputation as a manager was not helped by his arrogance. One thing
I kept hearing from those defending Feith was that he was “just brilliant.”
It was curiously like the brainwashed refrain in “The Manchurian Candidate”
about the programmed sleeper agent Raymond Shaw, as the “kindest, warmest,
bravest, most wonderful human being I’ve ever known.” 

    
I spent time that summer exploring the neoconservative worldview and trying
to grasp what was happening inside the Pentagon. I wondered what could
explain this rush to war and disregard for real intelligence. Neoconservatives
are fairly easy to study, mainly because they are few in number, and they
show up at all the same parties. Examining them as individuals, it became
clear that almost all have worked together, in and out of government, on
national security issues for several decades. The
Project for the New American Century and its now famous 1998 manifesto
to President Clinton on Iraq is a recent example. But this statement was
preceded by one written for Benyamin Netanyahu’s Likud Party campaign in
Israel in 1996 by neoconservatives Richard Perle, David Wurmser and Douglas
Feith
titled “A Clean Break: Strategy for
Securing the Realm.” 


    
David Wurmser is the least known of that trio and an interesting example
of the tangled neoconservative web. In 2001, the research fellow at the
American Enterprise Institute was assigned to the Pentagon, then moved
to the Department of State to work as deputy for the hard-line conservative
undersecretary John Bolton, then to the National Security Council, and
now is lodged in the office of the vice president. His wife, the prolific
Meyrav Wurmser, executive director of the Middle East Media Research Institute,
is also a neoconservative team player. 


    
Before the Iraq invasion, many of these same players labored together for
literally decades to push a defense strategy that favored military intervention
and confrontation with enemies, secret and unconstitutional if need be.
Some former officials, such as Richard Perle (an assistant secretary of
defense under Reagan) and James Woolsey (CIA director under Clinton), were
granted a new lease on life, a renewed gravitas, with positions on President
Bush’s Defense Policy Board. Others, like Elliott Abrams and Paul Wolfowitz,
had apparently overcome previous negative associations from an Iran-Contra
conviction for lying to the Congress and for utterly miscalculating the
strength of the Soviet Union in a politically driven report to the CIA. 


     
Neoconservatives march as one phalanx in parallel opposition to those they
hate. In the early winter of 2002, a co-worker U.S. Navy captain and I
were discussing the service being rendered by Colin Powell at the time,
and we were told by the neoconservative political appointee David Schenker
that “the best service Powell could offer would be to quit right now.”
I was present at a staff meeting when Bill Luti called Marine Gen. and
former Chief of Central Command Anthony Zinni a “traitor,” because Zinni
had publicly expressed reservations about the rush to war. 

    
After August 2002, the Office of Special Plans established its own rhythm
and cadence separate from the non-politically minded professionals covering
the rest of the region. While often accused of creating intelligence, I
saw only two apparent products of this office: war planning guidance for
Rumsfeld, presumably impacting Central Command, and talking points on Iraq,
WMD and terrorism. These internal talking points seemed to be a mélange
crafted from obvious past observation and intelligence bits and pieces
of dubious origin.
They were propagandistic in style, and all desk
officers were ordered to use them verbatim in the preparation of any material
prepared for higher-ups and people outside the Pentagon. The talking points
included statements about Saddam Hussein’s proclivity for using chemical
weapons against his own citizens and neighbors, his existing relations
with terrorists based on a member of al-Qaida reportedly receiving medical
care in Baghdad, his widely publicized aid to the Palestinians, and general
indications of an aggressive viability in Saddam Hussein’s nuclear weapons
program and his ongoing efforts to use them against his neighbors or give
them to al-Qaida style groups. The talking points said he was threatening
his neighbors and was a serious threat to the U.S., too. 


    I
suspected, from reading Charles Krauthammer, a neoconservative columnist
for the Washington Post, and the Weekly Standard, and hearing a Cheney
speech or two, that these talking points left the building on occasion.
Both OSP functions duplicated other parts of the Pentagon.
The facts
we should have used to base our papers on were already being produced by
the intelligence agencies, and the war planning was already done by the
combatant command staff with some help from the Joint Staff. Instead
of developing defense policy alternatives and advice, OSP was used to manufacture
propaganda for internal and external use, and pseudo war planning. 


    As a
result of my duties as the North Africa desk officer, I became acquainted
with the Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA) support staff for NESA. Every
policy regional director was served by a senior executive intelligence
professional from DIA, along with a professional intelligence staff. This
staff channeled DIA products, accepted tasks for DIA, and in the past had
been seen as a valued member of the regional teams. However, as the war
approached, this type of relationship with the Defense Intelligence Agency
crumbled. 


    

Even the most casual observer could note the tension and even animosity
between “Wild Bill” Luti (as we came to refer to our boss) and Bruce Hardcastle,
our defense intelligence officer (DIO). Certainly, there were stylistic
and personality differences. Hardcastle, like most senior intelligence
officers I knew, was serious, reserved, deliberate, and went to great lengths
to achieve precision and accuracy in his speech and writing. Luti was the
kind of guy who, in staff meetings and in conversations, would jump from
grand theory to administrative minutiae with nary a blink or a fleeting
shadow of self-awareness. 


     
I discovered that Luti and possibly others within OSP were dissatisfied
with Hardcastle’s briefings, in particular with the aspects relating to
WMD and terrorism. I was not clear exactly what those concerns were, but
I came to understand that the DIA briefing did not match what OSP was claiming
about Iraq’s WMD capabilities and terrorist activities
. I learned that
shortly before I arrived there had been an incident in NESA where Hardcastle’s
presence and briefing at a bilateral meeting had been nixed abruptly by
Luti. The story circulating among the desk officers was “a last-minute
cancellation” of the DIO presentation. Hardcastle’s intelligence briefing
was replaced with one prepared by another Policy office that worked nonproliferation
issues. While this alternative briefing relied on intelligence produced
by DIO and elsewhere, it was not a product of the DIA or CIA community,
but instead was an OSD Policy “branded” product — and so were its conclusions.
The message sent by Policy appointees and well understood by staff officers
and the defense intelligence community was that senior appointed civilians
were willing to exclude or marginalize intelligence products that did not
fit the agenda. 


     
Staff officers would always request OSP’s most current Iraq, WMD and terrorism
talking points. On occasion, these weren’t available in an approved form
and awaited Shulsky’s approval. The talking points were a series of
bulleted statements, written persuasively and in a convincing way, and
superficially they seemed reasonable and rational. Saddam Hussein had gassed
his neighbors, abused his people, and was continuing in that mode, becoming
an imminently dangerous threat to his neighbors and to us — except
that none of his neighbors or Israel felt this was the case.
Saddam
Hussein had harbored al-Qaida operatives and offered and probably provided
them with training facilities — without mentioning
that the suspected facilities were in the U.S./Kurdish-controlled part
of Iraq.
Saddam Hussein was pursuing and had WMD of the type that
could be used by him, in conjunction with al-Qaida and other terrorists,
to attack and damage American interests, Americans and America
except the intelligence didn’t really say that.
Saddam Hussein had
not been seriously weakened by war and sanctions and weekly bombings over
the past 12 years, and in fact was plotting to hurt America and support
anti-American activities, in part through his carrying on with terrorists


although here the intelligence said the opposite.
His support for
the Palestinians and Arafat proved his terrorist connections, and basically,
the time to act was now. This was the gist of the talking points, and it
remained on message throughout the time I watched the points evolve. 


    But evolve
they did, and the subtle changes I saw from September to late January revealed
what the Office of Special Plans was contributing to national security.
Two key types of modifications were directed or approved by Shulsky and
his team of politicos. First was the deletion of entire references or bullets.
The one I remember most specifically is when they dropped the bullet that
said one of Saddam’s intelligence operatives had met with Mohammad Atta
in Prague, supposedly salient proof that Saddam was in part responsible
for the 9/11 attack. That claim had lasted through a number of revisions,
but after the media reported the claim as unsubstantiated by U.S. intelligence,
denied by the Czech government, and that Atta’s location had been confirmed
by the FBI to be elsewhere, that particular bullet was dropped entirely
from our “advice on things to say” to senior Pentagon officials when they
met with guests or outsiders. 


     The
other change made to the talking points was along the line of fine-tuning
and generalizing. Much of what was there was already so general as to be
less than accurate. 


    
Some bullets were softened, particularly statements of Saddam’s readiness
and capability in the chemical, biological or nuclear arena. Others were
altered over time to match more exactly something Bush and Cheney said
in recent speeches. One item I never saw in our talking points was a reference
to Saddam’s purported attempt to buy yellowcake uranium in Niger. The OSP
list of crime and evil had included Saddam’s attempts to seek fissionable
materials or uranium in Africa. This point was written mostly in the present
tense and conveniently left off the dates of the last known attempt, sometime
in the late 1980s. I was surprised to hear the president’s mention of the
yellowcake in Niger in his 2003 State of the Union address because that
indeed was new and in theory might have represented new intelligence, something
that seemed remarkably absent in any of the products provided us by the
OSP (although not for lack of trying). After hearing of it, I checked with
my old office of Sub-Saharan African Affairs — and it was news to them,
too. It also turned out to be false. 


     It
is interesting today that the “defense” for those who lied or prevaricated
about Iraq is to point the finger at the intelligence. But the National
Intelligence Estimate, published in September 2002, as remarked upon recently
by former CIA Middle East chief Ray McGovern, was an afterthought.

It was provoked only after Sens. Bob Graham and Dick Durban noted in August
2002, as Congress was being asked to support a resolution for preemptive
war, that no NIE elaborating real threats to the United States had been
provided. In fact, it had not been written, but a suitable NIE was dutifully
prepared and submitted the very next month. Naturally, this document largely
supported most of the outrageous statements already made publicly by Bush,
Cheney, Rice and Rumsfeld about the threat Iraq posed to the United States.
All the caveats, reservations and dissents made by intelligence were relegated
to footnotes and kept from the public. Funny how that worked. 

    Starting
in the fall of 2002 I found a way to vent my frustrations with the neoconservative
hijacking of our defense policy. The safe outlet was provided by retired
Col. David Hackworth, who agreed to publish my short stories anonymously
on his Web site Soldiers for the Truth, under the moniker of “Deep Throat:
Insider Notes From the Pentagon.” The “deep throat” part was his idea,
but I was happy to have a sense that there were folks out there, mostly
military, who would be interested in the secretary of defense-sponsored
insanity I was witnessing on almost a daily basis. When I was particularly
upset, like when I heard Zinni called a “traitor,” I wrote about it in
articles like this one. 


    In November,
my Insider articles discussed the artificial worlds created by the Pentagon
and the stupid naiveté of neocon assumptions about what would happen
when we invaded Iraq. I discussed the price of public service, distinguishing
between public servants who told the truth and then saw their careers flame
out and those “public servants” who did not tell the truth and saw their
careers ignite. My December articles became more depressing, discussing
the history of the 100 Years’ War and “combat lobotomies.” There was a
painful one titled “Minority Reports” about the necessity but unlikelihood
of a Philip Dick sci-fi style “minority report” on Feith-Wolfowitz-Rumsfeld-Cheney’s
insanely grandiose vision of some future Middle East, with peace, love
and democracy brought on through preemptive war and military occupation. 


     I
shared some of my concerns with a civilian who had been remotely acquainted
with the Luti-Feith-Perle political clan in his previous work for one of
the senior Pentagon witnesses during the Iran-Contra hearings. He told
me these guys were engaged in something worse than Iran-Contra. I was curious
but he wouldn’t tell me anything more. I figured he knew what he was talking
about. I thought of him when I read much later about the 2002 and 2003
meetings between Michael Ledeen, Reuel Marc Gerecht and Iranian arms dealer
Manucher Ghorbanifar — all Iran-Contra figures. 


     In
December 2002, I requested an acceleration of my retirement to the following
July. By now, the military was anxiously waiting under the bed for the
other shoe to drop amid concerns over troop availability, readiness for
an ill-defined mission, and lack of day-after clarity. The neocons were
anxiously struggling to get that damn shoe off. That other shoe fell with
a thump, as did the regard many of us had held for Colin Powell, on Feb.
5 as the secretary of state capitulated to the neoconservative line in
his speech at the United Nations — a speech not only filled with falsehoods
pushed by the neoconservatives but also containing many statements already
debunked by intelligence. 


    War
is generally crafted and pursued for political reasons, but the reasons
given to the Congress and to the American people for this one were inaccurate
and so misleading as to be false. Moreover, they were false by design.
Certainly,
the neoconservatives never bothered to sell the rest of the country on
the real reasons for occupation of Iraq — more bases
from which to flex U.S. muscle with Syria and Iran, and better positioning
for the inevitable fall of the regional ruling sheikdoms. Maintaining OPEC
on a dollar track and not a euro and fulfilling a half-baked imperial vision
also played a role.
These more accurate reasons for invading and
occupying could have been argued on their merits — an angry and aggressive
U.S. population might indeed have supported the war and occupation for
those reasons. But Americans didn’t get the chance for an honest debate. 

     President
Bush has now appointed a commission to look at American intelligence capabilities
and will report after the election. It will “examine intelligence on weapons
of mass destruction and related 21st century threats … [and] compare
what the Iraq Survey Group learns with the information we had prior…”
The commission, aside from being modeled on failed rubber stamp commissions
of the past and consisting entirely of those selected by the executive
branch, specifically excludes an examination of the role of the Office
of Special Plans and other executive advisory bodies. If the president
or vice president were seriously interested in “getting the truth,” they
might consider asking for evidence on how intelligence was politicized,
misused and manipulated, and whether information from the intelligence
community was distorted in order to sway Congress and public opinion in
a narrowly conceived neoconservative push for war. Bush says he wants the
truth, but it is clear he is no more interested in it today than he was
two years ago. 


    Proving
that the truth is indeed the first casualty in war, neoconservative member
of the Defense Policy Board Richard Perle called this February for “heads
to roll.” Perle, agenda setter par excellence, named George Tenet and Defense
Intelligence Agency head Vice Adm. Lowell Jacoby as guilty of failing to
properly inform the president on Iraq and WMD. No doubt, the intelligence
community, susceptible to politicization and outdated paradigms, needs
reform. The swiftness of the neoconservative casting of blame on the intelligence
community and away from themselves should have been fully expected. Perhaps
Perle and others sense the grave and growing danger of political storms
unleashed by the exposure of neoconservative lies. Meanwhile, Ahmad Chalabi,
extravagantly funded by the neocons in the Pentagon to the tune of millions
to provide the disinformation, has boasted with remarkable frankness, “We
are heroes in error,” and, “What was said before is not important.” 


    Now we
are told by our president and neoconservative mouthpieces that our sons
and daughters, husbands and wives are in Iraq fighting for freedom, for
liberty, for justice and American values. This cost is not borne by the
children of Wolfowitz, Perle, Rumsfeld and Cheney. Bush’s daughters do
not pay this price. We are told that intelligence has failed America, and
that President Bush is determined to get to the bottom of it. Yet not a
single neoconservative appointee has lost his job, and no high official
of principle in the administration has formally resigned because of this
ill-planned and ill-conceived war and poorly implemented occupation of
Iraq. 


    Will
Americans hold U.S. policymakers accountable? Will we return to our roots
as a republic, constrained and deliberate, respectful of others? My experience
in the Pentagon leading up to the invasion and occupation of Iraq tells
me, as Ben Franklin warned, we may have already failed. But if Americans
at home are willing to fight — tenaciously and courageously — to preserve
our republic, we might be able to keep it. 

About the writer

Karen Kwiatkowski now lives
in western Virginia on a small farm with her family, teaches an American
foreign policy class at James Madison University, and writes regularly
for militaryweek.com on security and defense issues. 

CRAZY AMERICANS.

All This Progress Is Killing Us, Bite by Bite

By GREGG EASTERBROOKPublished: March 14, 2004 – Sunday New York Times

YOUR great-great grandparents
would find it hard to believe the Boeing 747, but perhaps they’d have a
harder time believing last week’s news that obesity has become the second-leading
cause of death in the United States. Too much food a menace instead of
too little! A study released by the federal Centers for Disease Control
ranked “poor diet and physical inactivity” as the cause of 400,000 United
States deaths in 2000, trailing only fatalities from tobacco. Obesity,
the C.D.C. said, now kills five times as many Americans as “microbial agents,”
that is, infectious disease.

   Moonlandings might seem less shocking to your great-great grandparents than abundance of food causing five times as many deaths as germs; OutKast might seem less bizarre to them than the House passing legislation last week to exempt restaurants from being sued for serving portions that are too large.


    Your
recent ancestors would further be stunned by the notion of plump poverty.
A century ago, the poor were as lean as fence posts; worry about where
to get the next meal was a constant companion for millions. Today, America’s
least well-off are so surrounded by double cheeseburgers, chicken buckets,
extra-large pizzas and supersized fries that they are more likely to be
overweight than the population as a whole. 


    But the
expanding waistline is not only a problem of lower-income Americans who
dine too often on fast food. Today, the typical American is overweight,
according to the C.D.C., which estimates that 64 percent of American citizens
are carrying too many pounds for their height.
Obesity and sedentary
living are rising so fast that their health consequences may soon supplant
tobacco as the No. 1 preventable cause of death, the C.D.C. predicts. Rates
of heart disease, stroke and many cancers are in decline, while life expectancy
is increasing – but ever-rising readings on the bathroom scale may be canceling
out what would otherwise be dramatic gains in public health.


    O.K.,
it’s hard to be opposed to food. But the epidemic of obesity epitomizes
the unsettled character of progress in affluent Western society. Our lives
are characterized by too much of a good thing – too much to eat, to buy,
to watch and to do, excess at every turn. Sometimes achievement itself
engenders the excess: today’s agriculture creates so much food at such
low cost that who can resist that extra helping? 


    Consider
other examples in which society’s success seems to be backfiring on our
health or well-being.

PRODUCTIVITY Higher productivity
is essential to rising living standards and to the declining prices of
goods and services. But higher productivity may lead to fewer jobs. 


    Early
in the postwar era, analysts fretted that automation would take over manufacturing,
throwing everyone out of work. That fear went unrealized for a generation,
in part because robots and computers weren’t good at much. Today, near-automated
manufacturing is becoming a reality. Newly built factories often require
only a fraction of the work force of the plants they replace. Office technology,
meanwhile, now allows a few to do what once required a whole hive of worker
bees. 


    There
may come a point when the gains from higher productivity pale before the
job losses. But even if that point does not come, rapid technological
change is instilling anxiety about future employment: anxiety that makes
it hard to appreciate and enjoy what productivity creates.

TRAFFIC Cars are much better
than they were a few decades ago – more comfortable, powerful and reliable.
They are equipped with safety features like air bags and stuffed with CD
players, satellite radios and talking navigation gizmos. Adjusted for consumers’
rising buying power, the typical powerful new car costs less than one a
generation ago. 


    But in
part because cars are so desirable and affordable, roads are increasingly
clogged with traffic. Today in the United States, there are 230 million
cars and trucks in operation, and only 193 million licensed drivers – more
vehicles than drivers! Studies by the Federal Highway Administration show
that in the 30 largest cities, total time lost to traffic jams has almost
quintupled since 1980. 

    Worse,
prosperity has made possible the popularity of S.U.V.’s and the misnamed
“light” pickup trucks, which now account for half of all new-car sales.
Exempt from the fuel-economy standards that apply to regular cars,
sport utility vehicles and pickup trucks sustain American dependence on
Persian Gulf oil.
A new study in
the Journal of Risk and Uncertainty showed that the rise in S.U.V.’s and
pickup trucks “leads to substantially more fatalities” on the road. 


    So just
as longevity might be improving at a faster clip were it not for expanding
waistlines, death rates in traffic accidents might show a more positive
trend were it not for the S.U.V. explosion. 


    The proliferation
of cars also encourages us to drive rather than walk. A century ago,
the typical American walked three miles a day; now the average is less
than a quarter mile a day. Some research suggests that the sedentary lifestyle,
rather than weight itself, is the real threat;
a chubby person who
is physically active will be O.K. Studies also show that it is not necessary
to do aerobics to get the benefits of exercise; a half-hour a day of brisk
walking is sufficient.
But more cars, driven more miles, mean less
walking. 

STRESS It’s not just in your
mind: Researchers believe stress levels really are rising. People
who are overweight or inactive experience more stress than others, and
that now applies to the majority. Insufficient sleep increases stress,
and Americans now sleep on average only seven hours a night, versus eight
hours for our parents’ generation and 10 hours for our great-grandparents’. 


   Research by
Bruce McEwen, a neuroendocrinologist at Rockefeller University in New York,
suggests that modern stress, in addition to making life unpleasant, can
impair immune function – again, canceling out health gains that might otherwise
occur.


    Prosperity
brings many other mixed blessings. Living standards keep rising, but
so does incidence of clinical depression.
Cellphones are convenient,
but make it impossible to escape from office calls. E-mail
is cheap and fast, if you don’t mind deleting hundreds of spam messages.
The
Internet and cable television improve communication, but deluge us with
the junkiest aspects of culture.


    Americans
live in ever-nicer, ever-larger houses, but new homes and the businesses
that serve them have to go somewhere. Sprawl continues at a maddening
pace, while once-rustic areas may now be gridlocked with S.U.V.’s and power
boats. 

    Agricultural
yields continue rising, yet that means fewer family farms are needed. Biotechnology
may allow us to live longer, but may leave us dependent on costly synthetic
drugs. There are many similar examples.


    Increasingly,
Western life is afflicted by the paradoxes of progress. Material
circumstances keep improving, yet our quality of life may be no better
as a result
– especially in those cases, like food, where enough
becomes too much. 


    “The
maximum is not the optimum,” the ecologist Garrett Hardin, who died last
year, liked to say. Americans are choosing the maximum, and it does not
necessarily make us healthier or happier. 

Gregg Easterbrook, a visiting fellow at the Brookings Institution, is the author of “The Progress Paradox: How Life Gets Better While People Feel Worse” (Random House). 

WHAT ON EARTH IS GODHAVEN AND WHY?

What On Earth Is Godhaven? And Why? 

 Godhaven Ink started out as four of us: Gyrus, Mahalia, Phagus and Merrick. We found we’d had and were having the same kind of ideas, motivations, heroes and villains. We’d been finding incredible, beautiful righteous stuff that all seemed to link up, although it never got mentioned anywhere Out There. There was something about the writers, the music, the films and comedy that didn’t merely amuse but really spoke to us and affirmed our spirit. But Out There our morality and politics and motivation seemed dismissed or misunderstood if not completely ignored.    
Elsewhere we knew others from totally different backgrounds and circles
who felt the same; people we’d meet at gigs liked the same books; people
we knew as activists liked the same music. We knew there must be more people
who felt the same but who were isolated and doubting themselves cos they
were surrounded by people who ridiculed and ostracised them for not eating
meat, not watching The Bodyguard, or displaying some other trait of humane
intelligence. We knew there was a whole subculture that needed to affirm
itself by declaring itself.


    It was
the middle of 1994, a very active and charged time in Britain for the counterculture,
and indeed for the culturally aware in general. After 15 years of increasingly
fascistic government, there was a new law proposed; the Criminal Justice
Bill (becoming the Criminal Justice Act when it was made law). It was a
massively broad-ranging attack on civil liberties and marginalised groups:
it criminalised – at least partially – access to private land, picketing
and peaceful protest, it tampered with an accused person’s right to silence,
gave police sweeping new powers to search people without any suspicion
of a crime, and the power to set up a five mile exclusion zone around a
rave party, and made a crime of even being suspected by police of getting
ready to go to such a party!


    The actual
effect of the Criminal Justice Bill was the opposite of what the government
intended. In fact, it did what so many radical groups have struggled and
hoped for in vain for years; it created – by way of opposition to it –
a solid collective network of diverse groups, a true unity of oppression.
It was hunt saboteurs and trade unionists, it was the Socialist Workers
Party and Druids, it was hill-walking ramblers and the Lesbian Avengers,
it was environmental activists and Labour MPs. And above all, it was colourful
and joyous: a celebration of our vitality and diversity. At all times it
was a clear contrast to the homogenising repressed repressive dull greyness
of those who designed the Bill.


    The Bill, inevitably, did become law, but only after a summer of carnivals and rallies
numbering tens of thousands, only after connecting people who are still
working together now, only after kicking thousands of people out of apathy
or complacency and into a life of action.

    The four of us realised that it was no good just talking about our visions, our
truths. We found so much coming from and to us that really needed to be
heard louder and further. As Ghandi said, you must be the change you
want to see.


   So we did a zine in September 94 called Godhaven A-Z. It was 44 A5 pages photocopied
illicitly by Merrick on the copiers at the bank where he worked. It had
articles and collages that we’d done (some collectively, some separately,
all of it discussed, tinkered with and approved by all four of us), and
numerous quotes, articles and pictures that were nicked from other places
too.


    If you have a head full of ideas you need to get Out There, a zine is the quickest,
easiest and most direct way. To make music or paint or whatever you need
to learn technique; with a zine you just write it down and photocopy it.
No technical skill, no interpretive power beyond basic literacy, no mediation
required.


    And we
needed to do it not only because we were not seeing our concerns and truths
addressed Out There, but the stuff that was Out There was so insulting,
so deadening, so stay-sat-there, consume-and-die. We needed not only to
say our points but also to counter the McDonalds-ising stuff that was welling
up in our culture.


    Our publishing
policy is that if there’s an issue worthy of more discussion or a point
of view that speaks a Big Truth or a keen wit that’s seldom expressed and
we can say it well, we put it out. Although it’d make us wads of cash to
give the world more junk like another Diana memorial book or whatever,
there’s no point, no real worth, no integrity, and no dignity. There’s
already enough cultural pollution. Right now, with just a few clicks of
your mouse, you have unimaginable amounts of information at your disposal.
Understanding is no longer about the gathering of information so much as
the making sense of it, finding real use for it. And keeping the bullshit
at arms length.


    We swiftly
did a second Godhaven, which came out in spring 95, and a third in June
95. We had always intended to do no more than three, we wanted to be absolutely
certain that it’d always be vibrant, fresh, and buzzing, never formulaic,
tired or putting in any filler. We did it collectively under pseudonyms
so there could be no ego glory; we put them out at 7p, 8p and 9p so there
was no money to be made; we had no advertisers or paid employees so there
was no commercial tempering; no deadlines so that we didn’t rush anything
or put in filler if there wasn’t enough. We wanted it to be absolutely
clear that the only reason the zines existed was because we thought they
should.

   And we wanted
to make them look good. The zine format is an inherently scrappy thing,
full of extreme points of view (which is fair enough ˆ people are obviously
going to write about what moves them the most). We wanted to do something
a little different; to make something good not just within a piece of writing,
but in the way it’s presented, in the way it’s set among the rest of the
zine. We know that populism and intelligence need not exclude each other.
We’re not afraid of specialisation where required, but we wanted to make
everything as accessible and straightforward as possible. As George Orwell
said, “never use a long word where a short one will do.”


    
We got quite into the swing of the zine lark, and as well as the Godhaven
zine trilogy we put out a few leaflets and mini-zines on a few things (beginners
guides to hitch-hiking and self-publishing, as well as stuff against the
Criminal Justice Bill). But after Godhaven The Third, we went off to other
things. Gyrus, (who wrote in the Godhaven zines under the name T), continued
his other publishing thing, The Unlimited Dream Company, launching the
frankly breath-taking Towards 2012 magazine. He’s currently working with
renowned Yorkshire pagan historian Paul Bennett on turning Paul’s 20 years
of research into a series of books in the Fylfot imprint.


    Mahalia
(whose Godhaven zine name was Harper) is also a painter and a songwriter,
and with Phagus (a multi-instrumentalist musician of an outrageously high
level of effortless talent), they are a band called Slumberwall. Both of
them have spent a lot of time being ill and making music (separately and
together on both counts), but the music is reaching the end of its long
gestation and the first CD, The Spacecat Concert, has been released. Mahalia’s
songwriting shows the same intimacy, fearlessness and precision of Leonard
Cohen or Nick Drake, but as Slumberwall it is played with a shimmering
fluid effervescence reminiscent of Jeff Buckley, Sly Stone or Nusrat Fateh
Ali Khan.


    Mahalia’s
writing is consistent whether it be a lyric or a poem; several of the works
in his books Doubting and Surrender have started life as one and become
the other. His consistency also applies whether he’s writing of internal,
intensely personal-yet-universal matters or external things like the captivating
writing from tree protests in his book Surrender.


    Merrick
got The Call and quit banking in 1995 on the same day he quit wearing underpants.
Like Mahalia, he got into environmental direct action, spending months
at the Newbury Bypass tree protest in 96 and at Manchester Airport’s Runway
2 protest in 97, as well as a variety of other actions and things.


    None
of us could quite kick the writing thing. Merrick says, “I do try not to
write stuff, I’d rather DO things, but sometimes I just can’t help it.”
Battle For The Trees, his book about the Newbury campaign, started life
as a letter then grew into an article, then a long article, then a book
manuscript. Because we are our own editors and publishers, it would’ve
been fine to put it out in whatever form was best.

    Not being
tied to any contract, or indeed anyone’s expectations but your own, grants
tremendous freedom to let you do and present your work in whatever way
you see fit. We all work in several media, and knowing that the area you’re
working in is not the be- all and end-all takes away a lot of pressure
and lets creativity flow and play much more easily.


    
As well as the writing and the songs, we’ve done radio shows too. Named
Radio Savage Houndy Beastie, they’re a mix of treasured tracks, oddities,
and a lot of our own creativity in scripted comedy and spontaneous soundscapes.
The soundscapes can mix, say, Gregorian monks chanting with bits from albums
like Outstanding Recordings of British Mammals & Amphibians and snatches
of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. The shows are on Leeds Student Radio, which
broadcasts twice a year for a month at a time, and hopefully they’ll be
webcasting them in future. Each show moves between a number of extremes
and styles, and between the political rants and the Bruce Forsyth albums,
the records of great stuff by obscure people and obscure stuff by great
people, the comedy sketches and the way we fuck about with the adverts,
there’s a cohesive collage effect that’s very much in keeping with the
Godhaven zines.


   It’s so important
that we act whenever the spirit moves us, no matter what the action or
the medium, and no matter how small the deed. We mustn’t let the big boy
corporate media make us feel impotent. Yes, today’s Daily Mail has sold
more than everything we’ve ever done combined, but we know the impact of
our stuff on those who do read it will be greater. It only takes one voice
of truth to show up a whole crowd of liars. As Morrissey said in a very
early Smiths interview, “I’d rather sell ten records and change ten lives
than sell a million records and change nothing.”


    See,
just because they shout louder doesn’t mean they actually get listened
to. People know the corporate stuff is there for the wrong reasons, to
patronise us with lowest-common-denominator nonsense in order to sell advertising
space. Whereas with the small press publishers there are no advertisers,
deadlines, editors, and certainly no profits or wages. So before you’ve
read a word of it, you know you’re dealing with something more real, more
true, something heartfelt. And it’s not just zines and publishing, it’s
all media, all art, all creative output.


    And we
mustn’t be worried if we don’t make a living out of it; it’s those who
do get paid who are under suspicion of just being in it for the money.
Here’s two lists:

   People who
know they’re getting paid before they start

All Saints 

Hello! magazine 

Barbara Cartland 

the police force 

People who never got properly
paid 

Van Gogh 

Reclaim The Streets 

Franz Kafka 

Godhaven Ink 

Which team do you want to
be with?


    Allen
Ginsberg once said that every day the New York Times is read by more people
than any of his poetry ever is, but that a day later the New York Times
is in the bin, whereas his writing stays relevant and true, that poetry
broadcasts across thousands of years.
It’s easier to claim people’s
attention by not challenging or moving them in any way; it also makes it
easy for them to move on and forget. The meaningless stuff rarely lasts.
When Patti Smith released Horses it was being outsold hundreds of times
over by the Osmonds. History does a fairly thorough job of bringing much
of the worthy work to the fore and consigning talent-free buffoons to obscurity.


    We have
to leave truth and beauty all around to inspire others and show up the
lie of McDonaldsocracy that tells us we can’t have it and we don’t deserve
it, as it takes our money and treats us as morons and tells us there can
be no other way.


    It’s
OK to think and feel. Not only is it OK, it’s essential, and it’s just
as essential we affirm it by expressing it. We must make clear our denial
of the popular culture that tells you that passion and integrity are just
another superficial style choice.

    Godhaven
have no grand schemes in mind, and we know there are no Final Answers.
What Godhaven affirms and promotes is a process, an attitude that encourages
a more humane world and brings us closer to being a species to be proud
of. If we are to head towards this it has to be by establishing a culture
of a broad network of compassion, tolerance, understanding and mutual help,
and realising that we’ve all been duped into participating in and depending
upon the stuff that ruins us.


    The prime
motivation of Godhaven and the lesson we pass on to others is; if it’s
what you feel and you’re not seeing it Out There, then put it out there
yourself. There will be others who feel the same as you, and will be affirmed
and inspired by what you do, like when a hitch-hiker watches hundreds and
hundreds of cars pass by without being picked up, then you can be the thing
that stops and carries them forward.


   Mahalia’s only
line on this right now is “Godhaven is whatever human heart still beats
at the start of the 21st century”. It is that which makes us special, if
anything, and the only thing important for us to be judged against, for
anything to be judged against. Whatever we count for is not due to marketing,
academic waffle, or recommendations from the Observer colour supplements,
but that innate human desire for something more, for something better and
something true. We hold on to what Patti Smith calls “the right to create,
without apology, from a stance beyond gender or social definition, but
not beyond the responsibility to create something of worth”. It is that
which makes us worth anything at all, and it’s that which resonates with
the people who’ve read the things we write and have been moved by them.
Zines that Godhaven Ink did a couple of hundred copies of over three years
ago still bring in the most beautiful and wonderful letters, and of course
they’re working their magic on so many more people who don’t write to us.
As Ginsberg said, we broadcast across the years. Get it together and get
out there. The only measure of your words and deeds will be the love you
leave when you’re gone.

“Finally she begins to realize that she is either reality’s only hope, or its worst enemy.”

Amazon.com:

Disturbing, perplexing, sometimes infuriating, Ryutaro Nakamura’s serial experiments lain
covers some of the same themes as The X-Files and the films of David Lynch. When introverted 13-year-old Lain receives an e-mail from a dead classmate, she gains access to “the Wired,” a virtual world that promises unlimited power to those who can exploit it. Gradually the borders between the real and the virtual blur, and Lain’s own identity begins to fade and fragment. Her parents tell her that she is not really their child, her online self grows in power and independence, and shadowy organizations pursue her in
both worlds. Finally she begins to realize that she is either reality’s only hope, or its worst enemy.


    Nakamura keeps the pace of serial experiments lain deliberately slow, imbuing
the early episodes with a sense of mounting dread that pays off as the
plot develops. The anime technique of panning across static images creates
a meditative stillness that works perfectly, and the repetition of certain
key images gives them a dreamlike significance. Viewers will either love
or hate the complex plot, which seems intent on incorporating every possible
paranoid conspiracy, from sinister nanotechnology to alien plots. However–unlike
many other anime–it somehow hangs together, and frankly not understanding
everything is part of the pleasure of this kind of story. Fans of action-heavy
anime and people who like every loose end tied up should steer clear, but
those who surrender themselves to the slowly unfolding mysteries of the
plot will be amply rewarded. –Simon Leake 

ROBERT FRIPP: “My four criteria for professional work, applied over many years”

From Robert Fripp’s online diary for March 4, 2004:

  My four criteria for professional work, applied over many years, have been these: 

Can I learn from this? 

Is this serving a useful social aim (however we might understand that)? 

Can I earn a living doing this? 

Is this fun? …

Is this serving a useful social aim?

For my generation, there was no doubt that music (and specifically rock music) could “change the
world” for the better; and listening to music, was itself, a significant contribution. There was a spirit of the time, a zeitgeist, and a passion.
So the answer, historically, is yes. 


    But the spirit has moved. Music remains available, but subtleties are involved – are we available to music? – and these subtleties are vulnerable to gross action. Conventional rock performance is now increasingly a business operation & audients claim consumer rights. Where the communion between music, performer & audience? 

    Overall, my current answer is I don’t know.

The New American Century by ARUNDHATI ROY

The New American Century

by ARUNDHATI ROY

 [from the February 9, 2004 issue of TheNation]

Adapted from Ms. Roy’s
Jan 16, 2004 speech to the opening plenary at the World Social Forum in
Mumbai
:

In January 2003 thousands
of us from across the world gathered in Porto Alegre in Brazil and declared–reiterated–that
“Another World Is Possible.” A few thousand miles north, in Washington,
George W. Bush and his aides were thinking the same thing. 


    Our project
was the World Social Forum. Theirs–to further what many call the Project
for the New American Century. 

    In
the great cities of Europe and America, where a few years ago these things
would only have been whispered, now people are openly talking about the
good side of imperialism and the need for a strong empire to police an
unruly world. The new missionaries want order at
the cost of justice.
Discipline at the cost of dignity. And ascendancy
at any price.
Occasionally some of us are invited to “debate” the issue
on “neutral” platforms provided by the corporate media. Debating imperialism
is a bit like debating the pros and cons of rape. What can we say? That
we really miss it? 


    In any
case, New Imperialism is already upon us. It’s a remodeled, streamlined
version of what we once knew. For the first time in history, a single
empire with an arsenal of weapons that could obliterate the world in an
afternoon has complete, unipolar, economic and military hegemony. It uses
different weapons to break open different markets. There isn’t a country
on God’s earth that is not caught in the cross-hairs of the American cruise
missile and the IMF checkbook.
Argentina’s the model if you want to
be the poster boy of neoliberal capitalism, Iraq if you’re the black sheep.
Poor countries that are geopolitically of strategic value to Empire, or
have a “market” of any size, or infrastructure that can be privatized,
or, God forbid, natural resources of value–oil, gold, diamonds, cobalt,
coal–must do as they’re told or become military targets. Those with the
greatest reserves of natural wealth are most at risk. Unless they surrender
their resources willingly to the corporate machine, civil unrest will be
fomented or war will be waged. 


    
In this new age of empire, when nothing is as it appears to be, executives
of concerned companies are allowed to influence foreign policy decisions.
The
Center for Public Integrity in Washington found that at least nine out
of the thirty members of the Bush Administration’s Defense Policy Board
were connected to companies that were awarded military contracts for $76
billion between 2001 and 2002.
George Shultz, former Secretary
of State, was chairman of the Committee for the Liberation of Iraq. He
is also on the board of directors of the Bechtel Group. When asked about
a conflict of interest in the case of war in Iraq he said, “I don’t know
that Bechtel would particularly benefit from it. But if there’s work to
be done, Bechtel is the type of company that could do it. But nobody looks
at it as something you benefit from.” In April 2003, Bechtel signed a $680
million contract for reconstruction. 


    

This brutal blueprint has been used over and over again across Latin America,
in Africa and in Central and Southeast Asia. It has cost millions of
lives. It goes without saying that every war Empire wages becomes a Just
War. This, in large part, is due to the role of the corporate media. It’s
important to understand that the corporate media don’t just support the
neoliberal project. They are the neoliberal project.
This is not a
moral position they have chosen to take; it’s structural. It’s intrinsic
to the economics of how the mass media work. 


    
Most nations have adequately hideous family secrets. So it isn’t often
necessary for the media to lie. It’s all in the editing–what’s emphasized
and what’s ignored. Say, for example, India was chosen as the target for
a righteous war. The fact that about 80,000 people have been killed in
Kashmir since 1989, most of them Muslim, most of them by Indian security
forces (making the average death toll about 6,000 a year); the fact that
in February and March of 2002 more than 2,000 Muslims were murdered on
the streets of Gujarat, that women were gang-raped and children were burned
alive and 150,000 driven from their homes while the police and administration
watched and sometimes actively participated; the fact that no one has been
punished for these crimes and the government that oversaw them was re-elected…all
of this would make perfect headlines in international newspapers in the
run-up to war. 


     
Next thing we know, our cities will be leveled by cruise missiles, our
villages fenced in with razor wire, US soldiers will patrol our streets,
and Narendra Modi, Pravin Togadia or any of our popular bigots will, like
Saddam Hussein, be in US custody having their hair checked for lice and
the fillings in their teeth examined on prime-time TV. 


    But as
long as our “markets” are open, as long as corporations like Enron, Bechtel,
Halliburton and Arthur Andersen are given a free hand to take over our
infrastructure and take away our jobs, our “democratically elected” leaders
can fearlessly blur the lines between democracy, majoritarianism and fascism. 


     
Our government’s craven willingness to abandon India’s proud tradition
of being non-aligned, its rush to fight its way to the head of the queue
of the Completely Aligned (the fashionable phrase is “natural ally”–India,
Israel and the United States are “natural allies”), has given it the leg
room to turn into a repressive regime without compromising its legitimacy. 

    
A government’s victims are not only those it kills and imprisons. Those
who are displaced and dispossessed and sentenced to a lifetime of starvation
and deprivation must count among them too. Millions of people have been
dispossessed by “development” projects. In the past fifty-five years,
big dams alone have displaced between 33 million and 55 million in India.
They have no recourse to justice. In the past two years there have been
a series of incidents in which police have opened fire on peaceful protesters,
most of them Adivasi and Dalit. When it comes to the poor, and in particular
Dalit and Adivasi communities, they get killed for encroaching on forest
land, and killed when they’re trying to protect forest land from encroachments–by
dams, mines, steel plants and other “development” projects. In almost every
instance in which the police opened fire, the government’s strategy has
been to say the firing was provoked by an act of violence.
Those who
have been fired upon are immediately called militants. 


     
Across the country, thousands of innocent people, including minors, have
been arrested under the Prevention of Terrorism Act and are being held
in jail indefinitely and without trial. In the era of the War against Terror,
poverty is being slyly conflated with terrorism. In the era of corporate
globalization, poverty is a crime. Protesting against further impoverishment
is terrorism. And now our Supreme Court says that going on strike is a
crime. Criticizing the court is a crime too, of course. They’re sealing
the exits. 


    
Like Old Imperialism, New Imperialism relies for its success on a network
of agents–corrupt local elites who service Empire.
We all know the
sordid story of Enron in India. The then-Maharashtra government signed
a power purchase agreement that gave Enron profits that amounted to 60
percent of India’s entire rural development budget. A single American company
was guaranteed a profit equivalent to funds for infrastructural development
for about 500 million people! 


    Unlike
in the old days, the New Imperialist doesn’t need to trudge around the
tropics risking malaria or diarrhea or early death. New
Imperialism can be conducted on e-mail.
The vulgar, hands-on
racism of Old Imperialism is outdated. The cornerstone of New Imperialism
is New Racism. 

    
The best allegory for New Racism is the tradition of “turkey pardoning”
in the United States. Every year since 1947, the National Turkey Federation
has presented the US President with a turkey for Thanksgiving. Every year,
in a show of ceremonial magnanimity, the President spares that particular
bird (and eats another one). After receiving the presidential pardon, the
Chosen One is sent to Frying Pan Park in Virginia to live out its natural
life. The rest of the 50 million turkeys raised for Thanksgiving are slaughtered
and eaten on Thanksgiving Day. ConAgra Foods, the company that has won
the Presidential Turkey contract, says it trains the lucky birds to be
sociable, to interact with dignitaries, school children and the press.
(Soon they’ll even speak English!) 


    
That’s how New Racism in the corporate era works. A few carefully bred
turkeys–the local elites of various countries, a community of wealthy
immigrants, investment bankers, the occasional Colin Powell or Condoleezza
Rice, some singers, some writers (like myself)–are given absolution and
a pass to Frying Pan Park. The remaining millions lose their jobs, are
evicted from their homes, have their water and electricity connections
cut, and die of AIDS. Basically they’re for the pot. But the Fortunate
Fowls in Frying Pan Park are doing fine. Some of them even work for the
IMF and the WTO–so who can accuse those organizations of being antiturkey?
Some serve as board members on the Turkey Choosing Committee–so who can
say that turkeys are against Thanksgiving? They participate in it! Who
can say the poor are anti-corporate globalization? There’s a stampede to
get into Frying Pan Park. So what if most perish on the way? 


    
As part of the project of New Racism we also have New Genocide. New Genocide
in this new era of economic interdependence can be facilitated by economic
sanctions. New Genocide means creating conditions
that lead to mass death without actually going out and killing people.
Denis
Halliday, who was the UN humanitarian coordinator in Iraq between 1997
and 1998 (after which he resigned in disgust), used the term genocide to
describe the sanctions in Iraq. In Iraq the sanctions
outdid Saddam Hussein’s best efforts by claiming more than half a million
children’s lives. 


     
In the new era, apartheid as formal policy is antiquated and unnecessary.
International instruments of trade and finance oversee a complex system
of multilateral trade laws and financial agreements that keep the poor
in their bantustans anyway. Its whole purpose is
to institutionalize inequity.
Why else would it be that the
US taxes a garment made by a Bangladeshi manufacturer twenty times more
than a garment made in Britain? Why else would it be that countries that
grow cocoa beans, like the Ivory Coast and Ghana, are taxed out of the
market if they try to turn it into chocolate? Why else would it be that
countries that grow 90 percent of the world’s cocoa beans produce only
5 percent of the world’s chocolate? Why else would it be that rich countries
that spend over a billion dollars a day on subsidies to farmers demand
that poor countries like India withdraw all agricultural subsidies, including
subsidized electricity? Why else would it be that after having been plundered
by colonizing regimes for more than half a century, former colonies are
steeped in debt to those same regimes and repay them some $382 billion
a year? 

    For all
these reasons, the derailing of trade agreements at Cancún was crucial
for us. Though our governments try to take the credit, we know that it
was the result of years of struggle by many millions of people in many,
many countries. What Cancún taught us is that in order to inflict
real damage and force radical change, it is vital for local resistance
movements to make international alliances. From Cancún we learned
the importance of globalizing resistance. 


    No individual
nation can stand up to the project of corporate globalization on its own.
Time and again we have seen that when it comes to the neoliberal project,
the heroes of our times are suddenly diminished. Extraordinary,
charismatic men, giants in the opposition, when they seize power and become
heads of state, are rendered powerless on the global stage. I
‘m
thinking here of President Lula of Brazil. Lula was the hero of the World
Social Forum last year. This year he’s busy implementing IMF guidelines,
reducing pension benefits and purging radicals from the Workers’ Party.
I’m thinking also of the former president of South Africa, Nelson Mandela.
Within two years of taking office in 1994, his government genuflected with
hardly a caveat to the Market God.
It instituted a massive program
of privatization and structural adjustment that has left millions of people
homeless, jobless and without water and electricity. 


    
Why does this happen? There’s little point in beating our breasts and feeling
betrayed. Lula and Mandela are, by any reckoning, magnificent men. But
the
moment they cross the floor from the opposition into government they become
hostage to a spectrum of threats–most malevolent among them the threat
of capital flight, which can destroy any government overnight.

To
imagine that a leader’s personal charisma and a c.v. of struggle will dent
the corporate cartel is to have no understanding of how capitalism works
or, for that matter, how power works.
Radical change cannot be negotiated
by governments; it can only be enforced by people. 


    
At the World Social Forum some of the best minds in the world come together
to exchange ideas about what is happening around us. These conversations
refine our vision of the kind of world we’re fighting for. It is a vital
process that must not be undermined. However, if all our energies are diverted
into this process at the cost of real political action, then the WSF, which
has played such a crucial role in the movement for global justice, runs
the risk of becoming an asset to our enemies. What we need to discuss urgently
is strategies of resistance. We need to aim at real targets, wage real
battles and inflict real damage. Gandhi’s salt march was not just political
theater. When, in a simple act of defiance, thousands of Indians marched
to the sea and made their own salt, they broke the salt tax laws. It was
a direct strike at the economic underpinning of the British Empire. It
was real. While our movement has won some important victories, we must
not allow nonviolent resistance to atrophy into ineffectual, feel-good,
political theater. It is a very precious weapon that must be constantly
honed and reimagined. It cannot be allowed to become a mere spectacle,
a photo opportunity for the media. 


    It was
wonderful
that on February 15 last year, in a spectacular display of public morality,
10 million people on five continents marched against the war on Iraq. It
was wonderful, but it was not enough. February 15 was a weekend. Nobody
had to so much as miss a day of work. Holiday protests
don’t stop wars.
George Bush knows that. The confidence with which
he disregarded overwhelming public opinion should be a lesson to us all.
Bush believes that Iraq can be occupied and colonized as Afghanistan has
been, as Tibet has been, as Chechnya is being, as East Timor once was and
Palestine still is. He thinks that all he has to do is hunker down and
wait until a crisis-driven media, having picked this crisis to the bone,
drops it and moves on.
Soon the carcass will slip off the bestseller
charts, and all of us outraged folks will lose interest. Or so he hopes. 


    
This movement of ours needs a major, global victory. It’s not good enough
to be right. Sometimes, if only in order to test our resolve, it’s important
to win something. In order to win something, we need to agree on something.
That something does not need to be an overarching preordained ideology
into which we force-fit our delightfully factious, argumentative selves.
It does not need to be an unquestioning allegiance to one or another form
of resistance to the exclusion of everything else. It could be a minimum
agenda. 

    
If all of us are indeed against imperialism and against the project of
neoliberalism, then let’s turn our gaze on Iraq. Iraq is the inevitable
culmination of both. Plenty of antiwar activists have retreated in confusion
since the capture of Saddam Hussein. Isn’t the world better off without
Saddam Hussein? they ask timidly. 


    
Let’s look this thing in the eye once and for all. To applaud the US Army’s
capture of Saddam Hussein, and therefore in retrospect justify its invasion
and occupation of Iraq, is like deifying Jack the Ripper for disemboweling
the Boston Strangler. And that after a quarter-century partnership in which
the Ripping and Strangling was a joint enterprise. It’s an in-house quarrel.
They’re business partners who fell out over a dirty deal. Jack’s the CEO. 


     
So if we are against imperialism, shall we agree that we are against the
US occupation and that we believe the United States must withdraw from
Iraq and pay reparations to the Iraqi people for the damage that the war
has inflicted? 


    
How do we begin to mount our resistance? Let’s start with something really
small. The issue is not about supporting the resistance in Iraq against
the occupation or discussing who exactly constitutes the resistance. (Are
they old killer Baathists, are they Islamic fundamentalists?) 


     
We have to become the global resistance to the occupation. 


    Our
resistance has to begin with a refusal to accept the legitimacy of the
US occupation of Iraq. It means acting to make it materially impossible
for Empire to achieve its aims. It means soldiers
should refuse to fight, reservists should refuse to serve, workers should
refuse to load ships and aircraft with weapons.
It certainly
means that in countries like India and Pakistan we must block the US government’s
plans to have Indian and Pakistani soldiers sent to Iraq to clean up after
them. 

    
I suggest we choose by some means two of the major corporations that are
profiting from the destruction of Iraq. We could then list every project
they are involved in. We could locate their offices in every city and every
country across the world. We could go after them. We could shut them down.
It’s a question of bringing our collective wisdom and experience of past
struggles to bear on a single target. It’s a question of the desire to
win. 


     
The Project for the New American Century seeks to perpetuate inequity and
establish American hegemony at any price, even if it’s apocalyptic. The
World Social Forum demands justice and survival. 


     
For these reasons, we must consider ourselves at war.