Current Events Watch

A few years ago, political scientist Laurence Britt dissected the regimes of the most infamous of all fascists: Hitler, Mussolini, Franco and Suharto.

You have no doubt read or seen this before, but brushing up on history never hurt anyone. There are lessons to be learned from mistakes of the past.

However, considering that for the last eight years Führer Bush has been given nigh on carte blanche to establish the supreme global American Reich, methinks that perhaps some boning up on history might be in order lest we repeat similar electoral faux pas in the future.

I would also wager that it would be safe to anticipate a soon forthcoming revised and newly-updated report from Dr. Larry B. in which he most likely will expand upon his previous list of textbook-case fascists.

Per Britt, the following are the fourteen commonalities shared amongst all foresaid faces of fascism. Let’s review, shall we?

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Powerful and Continuing Nationalism - Fascist regimes tend to make constant use of patriotic mottos, slogans, symbols, songs, and other paraphernalia. Flags are seen everywhere, as are flag symbols on clothing and in public displays.

Disdain for the Recognition of Human Rights - Because of fear of enemies and the need for security, the people in fascist regimes are persuaded that human rights can be ignored in certain cases because of “need.” The people tend to look the other way or even approve of torture, summary executions, assassinations, long incarcerations of prisoners, etc.

Identification of Enemies/Scapegoats as a Unifying Cause - The people are rallied into a unifying patriotic frenzy over the need to eliminate a perceived common threat or foe: racial , ethnic or religious minorities; liberals; communists; socialists, terrorists, etc.

Supremacy of the Military - Even when there are widespread domestic problems, the military is given a disproportionate amount of government funding, and the domestic agenda is neglected. Soldiers and military service are glamorized.

Rampant Sexism - The governments of fascist nations tend to be almost exclusively male-dominated. Under fascist regimes, traditional gender roles are made more rigid. Divorce, abortion and homosexuality are suppressed and the state is represented as the ultimate guardian of the family institution.

Controlled Mass Media - Sometimes to media is directly controlled by the government, but in other cases, the media is indirectly controlled by government regulation, or sympathetic media spokespeople and executives. Censorship, especially in war time, is very common.

Obsession with National Security - Fear is used as a motivational tool by the government over the masses.

Religion and Government are Intertwined - Governments in fascist nations tend to use the most common religion in the nation as a tool to manipulate public opinion. Religious rhetoric and terminology is common from government leaders, even when the major tenets of the religion are diametrically opposed to the government’s policies or actions.

Corporate Power is Protected - The industrial and business aristocracy of a fascist nation often are the ones who put the government leaders into power, creating a mutually beneficial business/government relationship and power elite.

Labor Power is Suppressed - Because the organizing power of labor is the only real threat to a fascist government, labor unions are either eliminated entirely, or are severely suppressed.

Disdain for Intellectuals and the Arts - Fascist nations tend to promote and tolerate open hostility to higher education, and academia. It is not uncommon for professors and other academics to be censored or even arrested. Free expression in the arts and letters is openly attacked.

Obsession with Crime and Punishment - Under fascist regimes, the police are given almost limitless power to enforce laws. The people are often willing to overlook police abuses and even forego civil liberties in the name of patriotism. There is often a national police force with virtually unlimited power in fascist nations.

Rampant Cronyism and Corruption - Fascist regimes almost always are governed by groups of friends and associates who appoint each other to government positions and use governmental power and authority to protect their friends from accountability. It is not uncommon in fascist regimes for national resources and even treasures to be appropriated or even outright stolen by government leaders.

Fraudulent Elections - Sometimes elections in fascist nations are a complete sham. Other times elections are manipulated by smear campaigns against or even assassination of opposition candidates, use of legislation to control voting numbers or political district boundaries, and manipulation of the media. Fascist nations also typically use their judiciaries to manipulate or control elections.

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Well, we’ve pretty much been able to successfully tick every one of those in defining the reigns of each of the aforementioned. Including, of course, our own dear Mister President.

So study up, people, and let us learn from our and other’s historical mistakes. As a certain wise man once said, “There’s an old saying in Tennessee — I know it’s in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can’t get fooled again.” Let’s hope not.

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McCain. Who’d have thunk it? War veteran, border state maverick hero … and possible pedophilic incestuous quick shooter.

You be the judge. Impressive wood, though, I must say. And I hear that there are exercises a guy can do to get that “quick shoot” thing under control.

Yep, Lucas McCain, The Rifleman. Civil War vet, rebel do-gooder hailing from down New Mexico way. I do love my classic TV. I’d just never realized how retrospectively disconcerting some of it could be!

Turns out, seems that McCain may not have been all that he was at first cracked up to be.

What’s that? John who? Oh, yeah. Duh. My bad. I know him.

The old guy.
That other war hero.
Transexually-shunned.

Sorry for waxing nostalgic. My original train of thought completely derailed, I apologize. I’ll try to avoid becoming so easily distracted in the future.

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To postulate that we all trust in God is perhaps just a tad bit presumptuous, don’t you think? I mean, many don’t even believe in, or are at best iffy about, the existence of a supreme entity in the first place, so I’m fairly certain that those folks would probably take issue. “We trust whom? Really?”

But, of course, being the godly nation that we are (I’m sure the Almighty is so very proud), it’s only fitting that mandatory emblazonment of In God We Trust be conferred upon all currency minted and printed in these United States of America. Infidels need to just suck it up.

And it must be most prominently displayed, of course, lest the religious right-wing looney tunes get their panties in a bunch! Apparently they are avid readers of coinage, and wish to not be required to squint when reading their daily affirmation.

So now they’ve gone ballistic about the unsatisfactory design of the latest U.S. Mint’s gold-colored dollar coins, in tribute to our dead presidents. Four coins are released per year. The first four, honoring George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison, were issued last year.

More to come, stay tuned. Oh, the anticipation!

Anyway, under Congressional edict, the Mint was required to place the national mottos In God We Trust and E Pluribus Unum along the edge of the coins. The idea was to allow for more dramatic portraits and fancy artwork on the heads and tails.

Well, that was apparently most unacceptable! The Moral Majority of coin-reading Christians complained that the words were hard to read, and that they might wear off over time.

So Congress buckled, of course, recognizing the error of their ways. Live and learn. Now, they’ve tweaked the rules to better please the Lord and the lunatics, so that the phrase In God We Trust has greater prominence on the new presidential dollar coins.

They’ve passed legislation that the phrase be moved from the edge (where one might presumably rub God the wrong way) to the back or front of the coin.

God bless America.

President George W. Bush signed the measure into law last month after the Religious Right conservatives complained about the new coins, insisting that by relegating the phrase to the edge of the coin was some kind of malevolent plot to ditch the phrase altogether.

I really doubt that the good Lord would mind so much if we did just that.

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John Edwards … over and out. I really thought he would stick with it through Super Tuesday but, in reality, I suppose the timing makes sense.

If you’ve been barely passing all semester, chances are you’re not going to be able to pull an A+ out of your ass come next week’s big exam. So dropping out now was probably a wise decision on his part.

I have been supporting Obama for some time, but have often said that I would probably have taken the Edwards route if I thought he stood a reasonable chance of making it to the general election. I figured this day would come, though. I just didn’t know when.

After all, his campaign coverage has been practically nil in comparison with Obama’s and Clinton’s. It was particularly noticeable throughout the debates, and mainstream media attention is, of course, crucial for any candidate’s success.

Is he not black enough? Not buxom enough? Nah, that’s probably not it. After all, they give plenty of coverage to the typical run-of-the-mill white boys of contrary political orientation.

So why is he clearly lowest man on the MSM totem pole? His message has consistently been as good, if not better in some instances, than his fellow Democratic opposition.

I’m glad he managed to hang in there for as long as he did, though, if for no other reason than to force the still-in-the-running dynamic duo to step it up a notch or two.

As his senior campaign adviser Joe Trippi said, “Look, the guy led on every single issue out there, whether it was poverty, the economy, global warming, or universal health care.

“He moved the progressive agenda much further than any other candidate - so much so that both Clinton and Obama adopted a lot of his language and agenda. Which is a great thing to have done.”

His populist viewpoint put pressure on his opponents to vie for union endorsements, and he was the first out of the gate with comprehensive plans for universal healthcare and education, forcing the others in the field to play catch-up.

Edwards was also the only one who consistently hammered corporate America for hurting middle and lower-income Americans, by sacrificing their health care and pension benefits in lieu of higher profits and salaries for the shareholders and CEOs respectively.

“The corporate greed that is destroying the middle class in this country is stealing your children’s future. It is stealing the future of Democrats’ children, Independents’ children, Republicans’ children.”, Edwards said.

Well, there you have it.

That, my friend, was the real deathblow to this campaign. Good night, John-Boy.

Considering that all major media outlets are owned by just a handful of massive corporations, it’s no wonder that they had little interest in touting his agenda.

With most news outlets having fallen into the hands of large conglomerates, conflicts of interest predictably interfere. They are in it for the money, after all, and are obligated by law to put profit ahead of all other considerations. Responsible journalism? Who needs it.

So Edwards has thrown in the towel. He may be gone, but I hope not forgotten, and that he has influenced both the Clinton and Obama camps in positive and permanent ways.

I wouldn’t hold my breath expecting either of them to jump on the corporate greed bandwagon, though, lest they, too, be shunned and suffer similar fates.

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I took this test today. Final score? At the bottom of the results page, I’m told that my “political philosophy is hard-core liberal.” WOOT!

Not only that, but my number one candidate match was … you guessed it, give it up for my favorite little munchkin … Dennis Kucinich! Of course, not really a candidate anymore. He’s dead in the water now, thanks to the MSM drowning pool, but it still made my dick hard. Matched him at 80%, I did. I’ll try to do even better the next time.

Second place runners up were a tie: Mike Gravel, another belly up casualty, and Cynthia McKinney of the Green Party. Cynthia I know little about, other than what I’ve read on her website. Must have missed the Green Party debates. My bad. She would be the total package, though … black and female! Two birds with one stone there.

Then I aligned with Obama, Clinton and Edwards, in that order. Thank God the Republican “ē”s were at the end of my list, with either single digit or zero percentage agreement scores. Romnē, Giulianē, and particularly Huckabē. I’d probably have had to slit my wrists otherwise.

Based on my most excellent answers, this is where I placed on the political chart. (I’d be interested to know others’ results. Anyone? Anyone? Click here to take the quiz in a separate window, then share your results. Inquiring minds want to know.)

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I still have my Kerry-Edwards yard signs, pins, bumper stickers, magnets and sundry loser paraphernalia from 2004. Don’t really know why. I hoard. (Thank goodness this isn’t a podcast lest my reputation be tarnished! For the record, I’m not even nappy-headed.)

Waste of money, that was. Not to mention a waste of time. It took me forever to get the bumper sticker aligned just-so. And those wire pokey stick-it-in-the-ground yard signs? They have a mind of their own. They tend to seriously flail. I risked putting an eye out just getting it to stay put, but finally had it under control after about half an hour.

All for naught. We still lost.

Great googly moogly. Who’d have thunk it? The king of all village idiots was re-coronated. Lots of folks apparently queued up for the short bus that day.

So his days are now numbered. Bush begone, and good riddance. I’m afraid, though, that unless we step up to the plate, we may very well end up with more of the same ol’ same ol’, albeit bearing a different “Hi, My Name Is … ” lapel sticker.

As Lewis Black said in reference to the 2004 election:

“The fact of the matter is the Democrats not being able to find somebody to defeat George Bush is beyond belief. It’s stunning.

“It would be like finding a normal person who would lose in the Special Olympics.”

We’ll hopefully do better this time around. Obama, Clinton, Edwards … any one will do. Take your pick, get your yard signage now, and don’t forget the safety glasses. Trust me on that one. Oh yeah, and voting might not be such a bad idea, either.

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In a tight race, with all being unquestionably worthy competitors, you’d think it would behoove the top three to step it up a notch in campaigning for the nomination, never knowing who might next take the lead or come nipping at their heels.

With such pressure, platitudinal rhetoric is bupkis. Forced by necessity to take their respective stump speeches beyond cliché, it would seem imperative that they strive to differentiate themselves one from the other.

Not so much.

Last night’s Democratic debate (?) in Nevada between the invited top three frontrunners turned into such a love fest that I needed a cigarette when it was over. Was it good for me? Not really, but I faked it, enduring the full two hours. A mercy viewing, one might say, but truth be told it was less than pleasurable for me. And I’m not the only one less than impressed.

Debate? Hardly. It moreso resembled a friendly coffee klatsch. Friendly is actually an understatement; I kept expecting Barney to make a cameo appearance. “I love you, you love me, we’re a happy family.”

They were all so agreeable with one another that it seemed as if they were vying for the the position of most-worthy running mate should things go terribly awry within their own campaigns, wanting to make nice with either of the other two who might be crowned Democratic king or queen.

A friend of mine asked me several days ago why I’ve tossed my hat into Obama’s ring in this three-ring circus, and you know what? I really didn’t have an answer to that question. I know my number one pick is for all intents and purposes a non-contender (thanks to media disenfranchisement), but amongst the remaining, I don’t see that much difference, truth be told.

While it’s great to see them all just get along, and as much as I hate mudslinging which seems to be par for the course in any election, I would have liked to at least have heard each of them, at some point, attempt to elucidate exactly why he or she should be president. Even if spoken nicely, with hugs and kisses all around.

I heard, more than once, how they were all for change (the key word in this election, which is indeed a most excellent notion) but that there are “some fundamental differences” between the three. What those differences are certainly were not elaborated upon last night, that’s for sure. How many times did we hear “I agree with Hillary that … “, or “Like John said …”, or “Barack is right about …” ?

The X’s and O’s aren’t necessarily a bad thing. I like to see a civil exchange between those of my party. But last night’s debate honestly didn’t help me one whit in answering the question posed to me, “Why Obama?”

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By Mike Huckabee

First, I’d like to sincerely thank Doug Robertson for allowing me this opportunity to contribute. I’ll admit I was more than a bit surprised at the invitation. After all, he does moderate my comments (I have yet to see one posted), and he has been less than kind toward me from time to time. Still, I appreciate the chance to share with your readers today, so I thank you, Doug.

These days I don’t have as much time as I would like to dial up the Interweb. So when I do have occasion to connect with my online friends, I try to avoid politics as much as possible and instead share from my heart. That’s why today, I am not asking for your vote, or trying to convince you why I should be your next president.

No, on this Sabbath Day, I would like to put politics aside and instead focus on something of much greater significance. A message that I also shared with the congregation of a down-home country megachurch in South Carolina just this morning … the importance of humility and trusting in Jesus to open the gates to heaven.

The criteria to get into heaven is you have to be not good, but perfect. That’s the real challenge in it.

On that day, when I pull up, I’ll be asked, “Do you have what it takes to get in?”

And if I ask, “Well, what does it take to get in?”

“Gotta be perfect.”

Well, I’m afraid I don’t have that, but you know what? I won’t be there alone that day. Somebody is going to be with me. His name is Jesus, and He’s promised that He would never leave me or forsake me!

I’ll admit, it felt really good to be back behind the pulpit again, sharing the Gospel and fellowshipping with the Body of Christ, exclusive of political agenda. A welcome reprieve from the campaign trail, I must say.

Of course, it would have been unnecessary to bother asking for their votes anyway. Preaching to the choir, that would be! (Ha Ha) Anyway, I already know that those fine disciples in South Carolina will be led by the Holy Spirit in making the right choice.

I have faith that they, like me, recognize the urgency of getting this nation back on the straight and narrow, taking it back for Christ as the Almighty intended.

Like I said at a Baptist convention back in 1998, the reason I got into politics in the first place was because I knew government didn’t have the real answers, that the real answers lie in accepting Jesus Christ into our lives.

Nonetheless, I’m sure my message has already been heard loudly and clearly by the faithful, so it was indeed a blessing to forego campaigning this morning and instead simply minister God’s Word to the people.

Pastor Hamlet, though, was kind enough to encourage the folks to vote according to Biblical principles, which was a not-so-subtle nod in my direction, I’m sure. I think he may even have given me a wink at the time, but I can’t swear to that.

That was nice of him, and I appreciated it, although I really wasn’t there to toot my own candidacy horn. It was actually kind of embarrassing, what with the South Carolina primaries coming up in just a few days and all. I’m sure my face was as red as a beet.

In conclusion, I would like to say thank you to all for reading, with a special shout out to the wonderful people in South Carolina. See y’all real soon!

And, of course, thank you again, Doug. I will be praying that you accept the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal savior before Super Tuesday.

Faith, Family, Freedom! And may God bless America! ~ Mike

[Doug here. Is it just me, or does anyone else tend to think that if Huck was Muslim, he’d probably be an Islamic extremist?]

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While the remaining Democratic presidential contenders in all probability are honing their drawls and scanning the pages of their translative English-to-Southern dictionaries, the better to woo South Carolinians later this month, native son John Edwards has some clear advantages this time around.

Born and raised in that neck of the woods, and as one of the top three Democrats in the race, I’d wager that Edwards is fixin’ to open a can of good ol’ southern whoopass on the other two of the trinity. His fluency in the language ain’t gonna hurt none neither.

I’m no Carnac (I don’t even own a turban), but I think Edwards will pull this one off without a hitch. I very much like the guy, and although I’m still hoping that Obama is the last man standing, I’d like to see this trend of mixing things up continue. Obama wasn’t supposed to win in Iowa, nor was Clinton in New Hampshire. The pundits were wrong.

And from what I’ve been hearing and reading, they don’t seem to be holding out much hope for an Edwards victory in South Carolina, either. Yet another reason to think he might just be able to earn bragging rights come the 26th; political forecasting hasn’t exactly been spot-on thus far.

I didn’t think Obama was going to fetch Iowa, nor Hillary New Hampshire. Admittedly, my soothsaying skills may also appear to be less than impressive. I’ve learned my lesson, though. This time around I’m paying no attention to punditry nor polling; I’m going against the grain and relying on my gut, predicting John on top, Hillary in the middle, and Barack on bottom. (That prompts some rather disturbing mental imagery!)

I may be proven wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time. But if I am right and John-Boy wins in South Carolina … well, I told you so. I do doubt, however, win or lose, that he will hang in there for the final lap. Déjà vu all over again, circa 2004.

Either way, though, I don’t think it will be the last we hear from him in 2008. After all, he’d make a fine vice presidential running mate. Using my somewhat questionable psychic abilities, I further predict an Obama-Edwards ticket in the not-too-distant future. That would make me happy. We’ll have to wait and see, of course, but if I’m mistaken on either count, I will simply delete this post like it never happened.

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Bill Clinton, at his 1993 inaugural address, said, “There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured by what is right with America.” I wish that I still believed, but I’m not so sure anymore.

I miss Bill. And I miss my rose-colored glasses. Now I simply see red. All that George Bush and his band of cronies have wrought since setting foot in the Oval Office has led me to believe that perhaps there is very little left that is right with America.

Maybe there really wasn’t that much right to begin with, but I thought things were beginning to look up. As a nation we haven’t had such a stellar track record, of course, despite historical spin doctoring.

Near-extermination and subsequent oppression of the indigenous peoples? Yep, that was us … Manifest Destiny and all.

Atomic bomb attacks on civilian populations? Missions accomplished.

Stealing a page from the opponent’s playbook and interning American citizens to War Relocation Centers (”concentration camps” sounds so Nazi) because of their ethnicity? Caught red-handed.

Then, just when you think we might finally be making some forward progress, enter Bush to take the proverbial three steps back.

I hate Bush’s regressive America. Of course, to the thin-skinned patriots out there, using the words “hate” and “America” in the same sentence is nothing short of treasonous.

Anti-patriotic I am because I oppose an illegal war, a criminal administration, and am disgusted that our civil liberties are being flushed down the toilet.

“America, love it or leave it,” they say. Well, I may not necessarily love it right now, but leave it? Wherever else I might go, I could possibly become subject to current U.S. foreign policy, and I’ll have none of that! No thank you.

Look, I don’t hate America. It’s probably one of the best countries ever stolen. But we’re not necessarily the bee’s knees, either. And until we get back on the right track (kicking Bush’s sorry ass to the curb will be the first lost step regained), I’ll not be proudly waving Old Glory. Thank God the countdown has begun.

To end with another quote: “Let America realize that self-scrutiny is not treason. Self-examination is not disloyalty.” - Richard Cardinal Cushing

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I must say I was rather surprised that Obama got the thumbs up from Iowans last night. Not exactly flabbergasted, mind you, but I really didn’t expect to see him emerge as the Democratic victor in doubtless one of the whitest amongst white states. Maybe a racially prejudiced presumption on my part, I admit. My apologies to all pallid Hawkeye lefties. Sorry.

It wasn’t even close. The guy kind of kicked ass with nearly 38% of the votes.

Albeit with trifling party representation, Obama has for the time being secured the top spot on the Democratic leaderboard after the first round of competition.

Iowa is only the first of many tough rows to hoe, though, and despite the hype and opening ceremony ballyhoo (not to mention the inordinate millions spent on candidatial entrance fees), the Cornfield Follies really matter little when all is said and done.

Consider that Bill Clinton got only 3% of Dem votes for nominee in the 1992 caucus, and it becomes pretty clear that Iowans are not necessarily midwestern Nostradamuses.

I’m happy, though, with Obama’s first-earned bragging rights from last night’s win, whether or not he ultimately prevails. I like him, and since my guy D.K. has all but thrown in the towel, at this point I tend to think that perhaps B.O. is the way to go.

If nothing else, the results in Iowa revealed at least a soupçon of interest in effecting a much-needed course change, from the path that this country has been led down for the past seven years. Bush has certainly proven his lack of directional sense.

Expect some competitive script-tweaking from Hillary and John as the race continues.

Oh yeah, the Republican swarm bestowed upon holier-than-thou Huckster top honor for their team last night, too. Whatever.

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The year is 1996. Ridgefield, Connecticut. Fourteen-year-old raver girl bails, hits the Big Apple, hooks up with delinquent colleagues. Concert, party un, party deux, throw in some Ecstasy.

Later that same night across the river in New Jersey. Girl, buzzed on X, crashes at fellow raver boy’s house. Hangs out for a couple of days with his family, not yet ready to head home.

Meanwhile, back in Connecticut, Mom and Dad worry. They hear that she was last seen in New York City. Dad calls to inform friend and business partner, Mitt Romney. Parental hands wring.

Duty calls, and empathetic Mitt closes shop. Rallies subordinates for a search and rescue mission, books flights to NYC for all. Have You Seen Me? fliers in hand, they pound the pavement.

Cut to Jersey, where the crash pad family is watching TV. Seeing a report about their “missing” house guest, they call the cops, report that she is alive and well, homeward bound, and certainly not lost in New York. The search is called off.

Fast forward to 2007. New Hampshire. Well-intentioned Mitt, who eleven years earlier had put business on the back burner to spearhead the search for a runaway raver, is vying for the presidency.

Primaries pending and in need of support, he enlists the services of former business partner and party girl’s Dad to star in commercial touting why Romney should be the next ruler of the free world.

“My 14-year-old daughter had disappeared in New York City for three days. No one could find her. My business partner stepped forward to take charge. He closed the company and brought almost all our employees to New York.

“He said, ‘I don’t care how long it takes, we’re going to find her.’ He set up a command center and searched through the night. The man who helped save my daughter was Mitt Romney.

“Mitt’s done a lot of things that people say are nearly impossible. But for me, the most important thing he’s ever done is to help save my daughter.”

Without question, an admirable act. The Good Samaritan, exploiting company resources, human and otherwise, to organize a hunt for a partner and pal’s missing and wayward daughter. Kudos. Someone call Oprah.

But how exactly, pray tell, does Dad’s televised testimonial substantiate Mitt’s presidential aptitude? I don’t get it. Previous experience as a search party coordinator should be apropos of nothing, in my opinion, when applying for the position of Commander-in-Chief. Particularly when the experience is more than a decade past, not to mention unsuccessful.

The implications in the ad’s narrative are so tightly spun they might make Bill O’Reilly’s head explode. One can only hope.

First of all, viewers watching the ad are led to believe that Daddy’s little princess suddenly went missing, inexplicably wound up in Gotham, enter Romney to save the day. Lady in distress rescued!

Kind of glosses over that whole running away thing, the parties, the pills. And that, best of intentions aside, Romney’s First Division really played no role in “saving” the guy’s daughter. A girl who, in fact, didn’t need saving in the first place, hanging with her newfound homies in Jersey for awhile, and who voluntarily phoned home sans coercion.

Textbook example of post hoc, ergo propter hoc logic. “After this, therefore because of this.” Missing girl was found, Romney was in hot pursuit. Therefore, Mitt saved her.

Never mind that she wasn’t really lost or in need of salvation, or that the Romney crew was scouring the wrong streets in the wrong state and had zilch to do with her safe and sound return home. Apparently such trivial details are of little import.

With proper spinning and selective omissions, the resulting commercial is clearly intended to tug at the heartstrings of the most emotionally sensitive of New Hampshirian voters. Smokescreen marketing, fail-safe every time.

I still don’t understand, though, trifling facts aside and taken at copiously-edited face value, how this commercial evinces Romney’s presidential credentials. Of course, the ad ends with the obligatory, “I’m Mitt Romney, and I approved this message.” My question to Mitt would be, “Why?”

Never mind. Stupid question.

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Contrary to popular belief, vertical stripes are not necessarily slimming. Just look at this Huckabee family photo from the good ol’ gubernatorial days! Yikes. Even the inexplicable elbow patches don’t distract from the fattiness of this clan.

Of course Mike Huckabee has since become fit, trim, in shape and ready to participate in the 2008 presidential marathon. Don’t know about the rest of the ‘bee hive; they may very well still be strapping on the all-you-can-eat feedbags, but at least Mikey is certainly down to fighting weight. A big loser indeed (let’s hope.)

However, despite having lost some major inches and a pound or ton, there still remains a considerable amount of work to be done on that fat head of his.

After Pakistani opposition leader, democracy advocate and former prime minister Benazir Bhutto was assassinated and her supporters suicide-bombed to bits yesterday, Huckabee, after apologizing for what had happened (whoops!), went on to explain how this tragedy emphasizes the urgent need to continue fighting terrorism in Pakistan build a fence to stop Mexican immigrants from entering the United States.

Well, that certainly was a clutchless gear shift from first into reverse!

Asked what the hell a border fence between the U.S. and Mexico has to do with Bhutto or Pakistan, Huck said that security at the southern United States border was dangerously weak and that “we have more Pakistani illegals coming across our border than all other nationalities except those immediately south of the border.”

Not quite true according to the Department of Homeland Security, which claims far more illegal immigrants come from other countries. But regardless of such trivia, I still don’t quite get the correlation.

Nor did others, apparently, so he had some more ’splainin’ to do. That was, after all, quite a clumsy segue from the subject of Bhutto’s assassination to the Mejicano-Gringo border fence.

When further questioned, he said:

“The fact is the immigration issue is not so much about people coming to pick lettuce or make beds. It’s about people that can come with a shoulder fired missile and can do serious damage and harm to us, and that’s what we need to be worried about.”

What does building a fence from sea to shining sea betwixt the United States and Mexico (gated for lettuce pickers and bed makers, of course) have to do with keeping Pakistani shoulder-firing missile bearers at bay? And what connection can possibly be made between Bhutto’s assassination, which was, of course, the issue he was presumably addressing, and barricading our southern border?

The guy is an idiot. Thinner now, perhaps, but without question still fat-headed.

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It’s all about endorsements. In every presidential election, candidates clamor to obtain the backing of this union, that ethnic community, a fellow politician, or the editorial staff of some influential newspaper. Personally, I don’t care who is giving props to whom. I’ll make up my own mind, thank you very much, regardless of whether or not my favorite newspaper opts to champion my guy or gal.

Still, an endorsement gives a campaigning candidate additional political clout, something to proudly crow about while poopooing hats thrown into an opponent’s ring.

Not often, though, does one happen across an anti-endorsement. Publicly declaring “we really don’t care who you vote for, as long as it’s not…” is seldom done.

But that’s exactly what the editors of New Hampshire’s The Concord Monitor did this past weekend, just days before the New Hampshire primaries, informing readers why they should not vote for Republican candidate Mitt Romney. Period.

No published favorited pick as of yet for either party, simply a rather scathing laundry list of reasons why rooting for Romney is really, really wrong.

In the Monitor’s article published a few days ago, they referred to Romney as a “disquieting figure” and that although he looks and acts like a presidential contender, he “surely must be stopped.”

Of course, Republican cheerleading is inherently way off beam in my opinion (with the exception of my admitted and rather inexplicable political crush on Ron Paul), so I think they should all be stopped.

Notwithstanding, the editors at large do raise some good points about Romney worth considering by those who may tend to lean right, as wrong as they might be.

Looking at the facts, it seems that he has gone beyond simply assuming a Reagan-esque coiffure in pandering to the right-wing religious conservative gang, by taking flip-flopping to a whole new über level.

An occasional flip here and a random flop there are, of course, par for the course amongst all members of the homo politicus species, but some of Mitt’s mindshifts are pretty radical indeed, particularly regarding issues that any self-respecting Republican would deem vital. As the Monitor put it:

“If you followed only his tenure as governor of Massachusetts, you might imagine Romney as a pragmatic moderate with liberal positions on numerous social issues and an ability to work well with Democrats.

“If you followed only his campaign for president, you’d swear he was a red-meat conservative, pandering to the religious right, whatever the cost.

“Pay attention to both, and you’re left to wonder if there’s anything at all at his core.”

A few key Jekyll and Hyde cases in point:

Then: As senatorial candidate in 1994, running against Ted Kennedy, he claimed that he would be the stronger advocate for gay rights of the two.

Now: These days, well, not so much. Now he makes it a point to declare his opposition to gay marriage and adoption. That whole gay rights thing doesn’t sit so well with his new audience.

Then: Back in the day, pre-Commander-in-Chief-wannabe Romney assured voters that he was pro-choice and said that, “You will not see me wavering on that.” No way, no how. He even referred to the tragedy of a family member’s botched illegal abortion to justify keeping abortions safe and legal.

Now: He has apparently switched teams, now identifying with and playing for the pro-lifers. It’s a baby, not a choice. Without a doubt, some major right-wing brownie points scored here.

Then: The old Romney supported stem-cell research, once more with personal flair. Citing his own wife’s multiple sclerosis, he said that such research could help families like his.

Now: The new Romney largely opposes it. Again, the baby thing. Another secured thumbs-up from the peanut gallery.

Like I said, pick a candidate, any candidate from any party, and you’d be hard-pressed to find one who hasn’t dodged, waffled or completely flip-flopped at some point. I don’t believe there’s anything intrinsically wrong with that. Politicians are human, too (I think), and humans change their minds over time, sometimes even making the complete 180.

But, really, give me a break. The Monitor is spot-on. No way can Romney provide any reasonable explanation for this particular set of turnarounds in any way that could possibly be convincing to potential voters, other than that they are based on nothing more than his own ambition.

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“Well, I think … if you are ever going to go destroy a country or wreak havoc on a country, it would need to be justified.”

These, the words of 28-year-old Jeremy Hinzman, ex-Army paratrooper formerly with the 82nd Airborne Division in Fort Bragg, North Carolina.

Carolinian no longer, he’s now hanging out in Toronto, Canada with his wife and kid after loading up the car and making the border-crossing road trip when his application for Conscientious Objector status was rejected by the U.S. military.

Joining the military in early 2001, he completed basic combat training and airborne school at Fort Benning in Georgia. It didn’t take him long to realize that he was participating in something that wasn’t quite right.

At Fort Benning, bayonet training featured this beaut of a chant:

Instructor: “What makes the grass grow?”

Trainees: “Blood, blood, blood!”

Jeremy started to think his enlistment probably wasn’t such a wise decision after all.

On to Fort Bragg, though, to complete his training. He was no slouch, by the way. Awarded the highly coveted expert infantry badge, given only to those who master dozens of tasks involving deadly military skills, he was admired by his superiors for his work ethic.

Then in January of 2002, along with his wife, he began attending meetings of the Religious Society of Friends. Quakers, whose Peace Testimony against participation in war, and against military service as combatants is a major principle.

His newly found pacifism and the birth of his son were among the reasons he cited for applying for Conscientious Objector status in August 2002. A little too late, perhaps, since his unit was deployed to Afghanistan shortly thereafter while his application was still under
consideration. And since his superior officers claimed to have no record of his application, he was ordered to go with.

So off they went, with Hinzman being assigned duty in a non-combat role there while the powers that be mulled over his request. After returning, he learned that his application had ultimately been denied and he was subsequently ordered to return to and serve again with his regular unit.

Then came the edict that it was time to pack the duffel bags once again, rack up some additional frequent flier miles, and head on over to Iraq, proliferating democracy.

Hence the family road trip, due north. A secret journey to avoid an illegal and controversial war, no doubt, since such blatant desertion is a felony punishable by death.

Really. Desertion and even disobedience carry the death penalty in a time of war. I kid you not.

Under the Uniform Code of Military Justice, 15 offenses can be punishable by death, though many of these crimes — such as desertion or disobeying a superior commissioned officer’s orders — carry the death penalty only in time of war.

So anyway, he applied for refugee status once on Canadian soil. I can’t say that I blame him. I wouldn’t be hankering to return stateside, either, all things considered!

Hinzman’s hearing was held in December of 2004.

The argument was made by him and his attorney that invading Iraq constituted a violation of international law, and that the subsequent occupation violates international human rights, as specified by the Geneva Convention.

They also argued that, in fact, his failure to refuse participation in such illegal activities would clearly be a breach of the Nuremberg Tribunal, turning Hinzman into a potential war criminal.

In March of 2005, Canada’s Immigration and Refugee Board determined that he was not a conscientious objector and was thus ineligible for refugee status.

Hinzman’s team challenged, but, alas, a year later in March of 2006, the Federal Court dismissed the request for a review of the previous year’s decision.

A last-ditch effort last month to appeal to the Supreme Court of Canada didn’t go so well, either. They refused to even hear the case.

Read Jeremy’s and other war deserters’ commentaries from 2005, about why they opted to hightail it to Canada in lieu of further participation in George W. Bush’s illegal bloodbath that is Iraq.

Of course, thousands of other soldiers have followed suit. These are troops I can unequivocally say that I truly support. What happens to them now that Canada seems to be in cahoots with Bushdom, I don’t know. Still, I admire their bravery and courage to take a stand against the atrocities of this administration. Heroes indeed.

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