Daily Archives: June 20, 2009

INFOTAINMENT SOCIETY: JUNK FOOD NEWS – 2008/2009 by Peter Phillips and Mickey Huff

Does my ass look big?

Does my ass look big?

The late New York University media scholar Neil Postman once said about America, “We are the best entertained least informed society in the world.” From Jessica Simpson’s weight and Brangelina’s escapades, to Britney Spears’ sister and the Obamas’ First Puppy, Americans are fed a steady “news” diet of useless information laden with personal anecdotes, scandals, and gossip. 

Since the middle of the 1980’s, Project Censored at Sonoma State University has annually researched this phenomenon. We have found that topics and in-depth reports that matter little to anyone in any meaningful way are given massive amounts of media coverage in the corporate media. In recent years, this has only become more obvious. 

For instance, CNN’s coverage of celebrity Anna Nicole Smith’s untimely death in early 2007 is arguably one of the most egregious examples of an over abused news story. The magnitude of corporate media attention paid to the event were clearly out of synch with the coverage the story deserved, which was at most a simple passing mention. Instead, CNN broadcast “breaking” stories of the event uninterrupted, without commercials, for almost two hours, with commentary by lead anchors and journalists. This marked among the longest uninterrupted “news” broadcasts at CNN since the tragic events of September 11, 2001. Anna Nicole Smith and 9/11 are now strange bedfellows, milestone bookends of corporate news culture.  Continue reading


Filed under Humor, Media, Psychological Disorders, Research, torture, Weird news, Wingnuts!


  Did you ever think it was silly when you hear people say, WE’RE WITNESSING HISTORY! My first thought was always, “GEE, isn’t every waking moment ‘witnessing history’?” I know, I’m just parsing words. What they surely mean is that we are witnessing milestones, tipping points if you will.

Remember the good ol’ days of the internet, say 8-10 years ago in ancient internet times? We had these quaint things called ‘chat rooms’ and ‘message boards’? I thought that was so cool. Leaving a message that somebody on another continent could read. Wow. Not quite what Kubrick envisioned in 2001 A Space Odyssey. But to me, very cool. My Aunt and Uncle were Kansas dairy farmers who just got electricity and plumbing in the mid 1950’s.

So what’s the big milestone? The Iranian (so-called) election, or rather the way it is being exposed! A phony rigged election in a theocracy, I have no doubt that will happen again. The milestone is that we have reached the age of super-connectivity. An exponential proliferation of connectivity, made possible by; Emails, Twitter, Facebook, StumbleUpon, del.icio.us, Digg this!, Linkedin, Reddit and RSS feeds.

Not to mention the old fashioned thing you’re reading now, a blog post. Many blogs are networked to ALL of these, making them accessible practically everywhere. And, here’s the Big Brother part, the proliferation of cheap mobile devices that access any or all of these in virtually real-time.

No longer can an oppressive nation publish strictly controlled press releases and suppress the truth for any period of time. Even though the Iranian govt has tried, the networks have just become overwhelming! Just as electrical grids are re-routed when one connection fails, modern networking has proved to resistant to attempts to block and disrupt the flow! I believe that the 2009 Iranian farce elections should be held as an epic moment, just as Tienamen Square is now.

The Iranian people were not allowed to be counted in their own country, dismissed as mere ‘motes of dust’. They will not be dust to the rest of the world. Their voices have become a swarm on every network possible. The age of governments hiding their deeds behind ‘iron curtains’ is over. We, the citizens of the world can be the antithesis of the Owellian Big Brother. Let North Korea’s people be heard next!



Okay, enough playing politics for NOW. For more about networks – Continue reading


Filed under Diplomacy, Diversity, Elections, Evolution, hate groups, History, Media, New Technology, Political Reform, Populists, Religion, Research, World Politics

GET UP by The Kinks

This comprises the Motivational Speech for this weekend at PrariePops. 

The Kinks always were POPULIST by nature. These lyrics reflect how they always wrote for the common man.  ~sekanblogger

Here’s a song for all the little men, who get forgotten
Trodden time and time again
Here’s a message for the little guy, don’t let this situation pass you by
You’re in the middle while the big mouths fight
You get it from the left and the right, ain’t it crazy
So get out of your easy chairs, we’ve got a lot to do out there
Well ain’t we
Good’s gone bad but right is wrong and I don’t know which side I’m on lately
Get up from the down you are in
Come out of your homes and let’s see your faces
Get up out of your easy chairs, get up and show ’em that you’re there
Get up it’s your one salvation
Wise up to the situation
Somebody gotta get up and shout
Somebody gotta give us some clout
You’re the ones to make it all work out
It all depends on you
Get up off your arses men
Don’t let ’em think you’re getting lazy
Get up out of your easy chairs
We gotta lot to do out there, well ain’t we
Get up, Get up, Get up,
Get up, Get up, Get up


Filed under Humor, Lyrics, Music

Further ramblings from a (Veteran) SoCal mind.

0000-8504-4pin-up-girl-army-air-force-posters Why did I join the Air Force? Like a couple of hundred thousand other high school grads, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I figured joining up would give me time to dwell on this all important subject. I had no idea it would lead me down the path it did.

I joined right out of high school, allowing for a bit of summer to bleed through before closing freedom down. Plus, I had to put on some weight, as I was one skinny little dude. I left for Lackland AFB via plane out of Los Angeles, and arrived in San Antonio, Texas late in the day. A bus was waiting to transfer us to the air base and the start of basic training. We arrived, stepped off the bus and were greeted by our instructor saying, “I ain’t your mama, get in line and shut the fuck up.” A rude slap in the face the first day. The Playboy mag my sister gave me at the airport was confiscated by the same instructor, who promptly informed me I wouldn’t know what to do with any of the playmates anyway. I politely informed him that being from SoCal, the beach babes outclassed any of the playmates. That cost me fifty pushups. Hmmmm…..so this is the way it is.

I made it, somehow, through basic, and was sent by train to Canute AFB, IL, for tech training: Aircraft Pneudraulics Specialist. Look up the word pneudraulics, and you wont find it: invented and used by the military only. The train ride was something else. My first ever, and I loved it. You see parts of the country you will never see from a car. While me and a couple of buds were exploring the train, we ran into a couple of Colonels headed in the same direction. One of them ask me where I was going. Being all scared to death of officers due to the fact it was drilled into us we should be, I stated, “No where in  particular, sir.” Took me a week to figure out why they were cracking up so much; nothing like being wet behind the ears.

I made it through tech training, and graduated head of my class, even after spending a week in the hospital with pneumonia. Not bad for a greeny from the beach, huh? I got sent to March AFB, Riverside CA, and from there where I worked on B-52s; the planes, not the group. I spent many weekends with old high school buds, and really liked it. Then a Captain and a sergeant popped into the pneudralics shop and said, “We need two volunteers . . . you and you”, pointing to me and one of the other dudes. We asked them what we volunteered for, and they said, Vietnam . . .and you will be cross training into munitions.  Boy howdy! Nothing I could think of I wanted to do than be dropped into a war zone with a bunch of bombs.

Anyhow, a crash six week course in munitions, what they did and how they worked. Yep, I was even more excited to get over there and blow up things, with myself at the center of the explosions. The saving grace (?) of the school being in Denver, CO was the girls outnumbered the guys three to one, 3.2 bars and plenty of time off. I loved Denver, and it loved me back 🙂 But sadly it only lasted those short six weeks. Then on to Nam.

We flew to Saigon on military transport, which, for those who ever endured it, know what a hemorrhoid inducing trip that is. We checked in, and were dispersed to whatever hole we were assigned to. I happened to get DaNang  AFB. I actually like it after being there for a month. Town was open, China beach was a bike ride away, and, despite being told not to eat the food, I chowed down. No way was I going to be stationed in some foreign country without sampling the foods. I used to eat at a little place called the World restaurant on LeDo street.   The same girl waited on me every time I ate there. I would point to something on the menu (Vietnamese) and she would either shake her head yes or no. I never had a bad meal there, and ate things I sometimes didn’t want to know what it was.

I drove for the dump after being there for a couple of months. I’d drive a diesel rig or a deuce and a half, either moving ordinance from the base to the docks or visa-versa. I came back from the docks one night loaded with munitions and got stopped by the MPs at the gate, which was strange: they usually just waved me through. The MP told me to look at the outside of my door. There was a spear sticking out of it. Laundry time reared its ugly head right then and there.

I had a girl friend in DaNang, She was French Chinese and beautiful. Her name was Donna, or at least that’s what she told me. She was killed in a grenade explosion at the restaurant she worked at. I went to her funeral, but her parents wouldn’t let me in; they thought I was the reason for the attack, and I couldn’t blame them. I didn’t like Viet Nam after that much. The town was closed to G Is not long after, but I really didn’t want to go there anymore anyway .

I left there in June of ’66, and since then have always wanted to revisit the country under different circumstances. I don’t see that happening anymore. Anyway, that’s my Air Force life until after Viet Nam. I did four more years service and maybe I’ll write about that sometime. Right now, memories of things I haven’t thought about in years need to be sorted. Later, friends.



Filed under History, Life Lessons, WAR

Saturday, 06/20/09, Public Square

babymonkeyGot any monkeying around planned today? It’s the weekend, HOORAY!

This is your open thread — talk about whatever you choose.



Filed under The Public Square