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Sunday, January 30, 2005

What's hinky today?

Well, copters and planes appear to be falling from the sky in Iraq in unknown ways. We're sick of it, or sick because if it is more like it. Troops are being lost and scattered across the sand in ways that the media can not figure out. Are they being shot down? Can't tell. Just know they are falling around election day in Iraq.

The enlightened nations of the world need to band together and send more troops to kick rebel ass on those dunes, including the Jordanian, Iranian, and Syrian fucks who are showing up to rumble. But since that won't happen, America has to turn up the amp on these rouge fucks in the sand.

I am no arm-chair quarterback, and I don't know shit about the cameras and lenses they have pointed there from outter space, but I am thinking heat sensive images should show and pin-point rockets going off from the ground, which in turn should trigger a reply. Not an email reply to the "holy men" calling for voilence there. But carpet bombs, whether or not these fucks are hiding behind their wives skirts near a church when they fire their missles. It's furstrating, and the mind looks for answers, alternatives, solutions, suggestions: "where are they buying the weapons?" "why can't they plant tracking devices in the weapons, at the plant... are the weapons manufacturers in line, or are they part of a major supply chain problem that needs a 'fix'. They clip presidents, why not arms manufaturers who demand privacy in countries with shabby constitutions? Who the fuck else is thinking these thoughts? Why don't they track the rebels with their ammo purchases? Who is arming them? Why can't gun control work when we control the docks and can shake down every arms dealer who sets foot? Are their economic insentives in place for these arms dealers to dime each other out? Doesn't anyone speak Arabic? Who is selling them their shoulder fire rockets? Who is making them? Would a explosion at the plant change the profit margins on their venture, a venture that takes American lives?" The mind wonders. It's hinky, and futile, like the water and bags of ice I brought the cops and firefighters at ground zero on the 12th, 13th and 14th.

If a murder case is not solved and cleared off the board at the precinct, where does it go? It's hinky. It remains with the police, in a drawer, gathering dust, sitting in a drawer, with nobody viewing the facts, putting 2 and 2 together, putting the pieces together in different ways to complete the jigsaw puzzle. It's in government hands. Three hundred seniors in nursing homes puzzling out the case would do better than the cold case method of moving on and burying the injustice. But this is how the government handles it for now. The case gets cold like the people in the ground, as the government handles it.

Iraqis are voting for new government today. Hope, springs; marginal improvements are major improvements in some places. In New York they used to say (the new comers in broken english, and their sons in street tones) "I've been al over the world and this country (America) is not perfect, but it's the only game in town kid... if you know somewhere better let me know, I'll go with you"

In Iraq, the pols are closed, the dye is cast. Hundreds of candidates. Sunnies are not voting.
America has voting locations in Detroit and other part of towns with high concentrations of Iraqis. I wonder if German Iraqis and French Iraqis are voting? Hinky, yes, but there is no margin for error here. The oil, the mentalities, the competing interests, the bomb. They are learning to shake down the US Libyian style. They buy or make a bomb and get paid not to use it. Others make them to sell to others who would shake the US down. For years, we paid. Lybians, others. Now we barter; which only makes sense. You put down the gun, and we won't take it from you and slap you ass so hard that your grand-childern won't be able to sit down and study at the Swiss, French, English, and American universities, where you send them to learn the game and double park outside the disco with Diplomat plates. Barting makes sense. "you hand over the bombs, or we take them and lock down your hinky republick and make you and your's unpaid janitors in public rest rooms in the red light districts." Pakistan had ideas; dreams really. Bombs would keep those Indians off their back.... bargaining power, with military arts and science. They forgot, or never knew where Texas hold'em is played, or the mentality of the rounders from Middle Village, the Bronx and Brooklyn who clean up the table each week in AC. It's science and art, but it's traps and tricks. There are three of us at the table, and two unknown parties with deep pockets, playing to win. That's 3 out of 5, giving us a 60% chance of cleaning them out split three ways. It's a living. But with bombs, no more than .04 percent is acceptable risk, so Collin Powell gave Mushariff (sp?) 6 mintues to surrender or not. Special forces were 6 mintues away from taking every nuke in Pakistan, and Powell put the question to their clown ass leader, who did the right thing. He's wit us now. Powell's son ran the telephone companies; digital lines, VOIP, the software converts the words to texts, which can be searched like any document.

So we got those bombs, but what about North Korea, China, Brazil. They are sellers, raising money to "improve" their lot. Understandable, but we barter now. So we should help them improve their lot by making the world safe. That's basic, like oil. Everyone can understand it. No oil, no heat. Everyone wants to play. Texas hold'em, and war games. Hinky has this to say: The point of society can not be masterbation. You know, divorce and an apartment in the city where you bring the hookers to do the things for 150 dollars that your ex wife denied you. The most beautiful, talented, fastest, strongest, largest, best, designer bomb does the same thing they all do. The point of society can not be masterbation, and all this war and gaming, arms deals and the PR that does the false explaining. Distant cousins. You see, the plans are falling out of the sky there; with troops on them. That is no joke. It's not a movie. The building fell and the smoke smelled for months below 14th street. We all changed our routes to go drinking downtown, but nothing worked. The smoke still smelled for months-- people's ashes in the air. I once read that there are the remains of Roman's in every dust clowd. It was in Harper's-- google it if you don't believe.

The vote is over there. There is a winner right now, an new leader of the deforested cradle of man. And it's not Saddam, or his sons, quoting "the Godfather, pop." French hate this. They had contracts, signed! They had field, lock up with legal documents, which they forgot are only as good at the government they are written upon. The contracts were big, bigger than Airbus and their move was bold, bolder than Airbus. But these sunbelt cowboys do not sleep like that. While you are eating goose livers, they are wolfing down beef, and pushing their plates aside to make way for documents that outline plans.

The election is over. A chapter begins; a new group of bozos are in place to pick up the ball and do their level best. Let's hope it turns out better than Haiti. They get in, that first day and have a look at the problems and the players. And after they are done puking for three days, they try to act fast, to make the mess less messy. Scopo nuovo scopo bene.... "a new broom sweeps best," and there are misteps. Marshall law while they train their home grown police to step in and kick rebel ass to stop the voilence. These rebels can't be bought, which is too bad because the alternative is a small plot of sand in most cases, if they are not scattered across the land. The remains of Romans remain in the air 2000 years after they are gone. It's true. I read it in Harpers. Google it if you don't believe. This is getting like Dr. Bronner's Castle Soap bottle now.

Meanwhile, back in the US, maybe you can't find a job, and you are thinking of starting a franchise? Maybe you are a vet, returning from the dessert, looking for work but can't find it. So you think-- the mind looks for anwers, suggestions, solutions, alternatives, other routes. You know, be your own boss, a chance to call the shots, and take the lumps for you mistakes. Make a big profit, like those guys overseas selling cigs and jeans. Looking at the franchises that are cheap to start? Think twice. First, lookup ex-franchisees of your chosen business opp., those folks who might not use all those glowing words that the franchise company's people have for you. Talk to the guy who could not make it happen, and find out why. Was it the franchise or the man?

Secondly, think about these points made to the FTC when considering the passage of the UFOC, which is designed to require full disclosure of the fees, charges and risks associated with buying a franchise.:

"The other issue that I have is with the fact that the current--and this might be just a theoretical problem that

might have not have an answer to, is franchising covers such a huge number of industries, from hotel franchises at one point

to the other end of the spectrum, janitorial franchises, which really in most cases are the type of franchise directed to

people who have less resources for getting a lawyer or resources even to review the document. You held up that

document. The most complex franchise disclosure documents and disclosures are in this industry, and most frequently they

require a very small investment."



http://energycommerce.house.gov/107/hearings/06252002Hearing603/print.htm

Subcommittee on Commerce, Trade, and Consumer Protection              

June 25, 2002

10:00 AM

2322 Rayburn House Office Building

Hinky 10:40 AM

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