Could it be that the possible 44th president of the United States is a reincarnation of the 16th? Creepy...

Also, some (selective, since its a poll) good news from Polling Report.com

Newsweek Poll conducted by Princeton Survey Research Associates. Jan. 22-23, 2004. N=1,006 registered voters nationwide. MoE ± 3.

"Suppose the next general election for president were being held TODAY and you had to choose between George W. Bush, the Republican, and [see below], the Democrat -- who would you vote for?" If "Other" or "Undecided": "As of TODAY, do you LEAN more toward Bush, the Republican, or [see below], the Democrat?"

Bush John Kerry Other
% % %
1/22-23/04 46 49 5
1/8-9/04 52 41 7

In case you were in doubt this is to serve as my official endorsement of John Kerry for President 2004!

Also, a good Kerry page is actually his senate home page:
Brother won three purple hearts in Vietnam then came home to Capital Hill and testified in the Senate against the war. What more could you want in a president?

Happy Birthday Paul! May fresh fish rain on you all year!

Believe it or not I found this page today for work purposes (don't ask) and it may be one of the weirdest sites I've ever seen. What is particularly strange is that it is part of the National Archive, the same organization that maintains documents like the Federalist Papers and the Emancipation Proclamation.
When Nixon Met Elvis:


There's a really interesting and ernest letter that Elvis wrote to Nixon while on a plane with some Senator, and either the turbulance was bad or else Elvis was very drunk. In the letter, Elvis offers his service to the President, since he has intimate knowledge of "the drug culture, the hippie elements, the SDS, Black Panthers, etc." who "do NOT consider me as their enemy or as they call it The Establishment." He asks to be appointed a federal agent even. Later he adds that "I have done an in-depth study of drug abuse and Communist brainwashing techniques and I am right in the middle of the whole thing where I can and will do the most good."

You know, sometimes I feel like I'm losing my, how shall we say, "sense of humor" about American history, but then every now and then something comes along that is just so surreal you have to stop being so cynical. Or maybe you can still be cynical, and it's just really really funny...

I could teach someone how to watercolor, how to write a Google Poem, about Postmodern Body Criticism, and Photoshop text manipulation, so that they too could make something horrorshow like this:



Anyone interested?

What do the Apache, Comanche, Kiowa, Iroquois, and Black Hawk all have in common? Well, they are either the names of indigenous tribes or individuals defeated by the American Army, or else they are American Army helicopters currently used to defeat other brown-skinned people who stand in the way.

Personally, the use of these names makes me sick. You can't even find a page about the real Black Hawk's war unless you search for minus Down (-down), otherwise you get pages for that big-budget Hollywood state-backed propaganda bullshit movie about Mogadishu (which, admittedly, I've never seen, but I know propaganda bullshit when I don't see it.) Or you get pages for the video game of the same name. While it is tragic to me that anyone dies in a war, we lost about 30 soldiers in that entire conflict while "most soldiers interviewed said that through most of the fight they fired on crowds and eventually at anyone and anything they saw" (a quote from the book the movie is supposed to be based on .)

The real issue here is how little has changed. Do we name our helicopters after defeated Indians because they were worthy opponents and fearsome warriors, or because we so successfully and thoroughly eradicated them to promote our own agenda? What myth are we trying to invoke with these names? Is the story we tell today the same as it was 200 years ago?

To counteract the myth, here's (what I think is) the real story of Black Hawk:

Black Hawk was a Sauk leader who fought on the side of the British in the War of 1812, hoping to prevent further American incursion into his native lands. The Sauk had ceded most of their territory in Illinois in a disastorous and disputed treaty with the US gov't signed in about 1804. Black Hawk and others considered the treaty null and void because they felt that the individuals who signed it did not have the authority to speak for the whole tribe. Nevertheless, the Sauks had been pushed as far west as Iowa by the 1830's, where they encountered the hostile tribes of the Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota. Caught between these warriors in the west and the encroaching settlers continually streaming from the east, the Sauk were in an increasingly comprimised position. Then, the final straw came when in 1828, President John Adams (a distant relative of mine, I should confess) sold the Sauk's Iowa lands, leaving the tribe essentially homeless. Left with little choice, Black Hawk decided to lead both the Sauk and the Fox tribes (with whom they had had an alliance since the early part of the century) back to Illinois in 1832, igniting paranoia amongst the whites who now made the new state their home.

Once in Illinois, Black Hawk faced attacks from the state militia (whose ranks included both a young Abraham Lincoln and Jefferson Davis, future prez. of the Confederacy.) Black Hawk's men were able to elude the troops for over five months, and they held out as long as they could. At one point Sauk/Fox warriors attempting to surrender were fired on by US soldiers. Finally they were defeated at the Battle of Bad Axe. Black Hawk was taken captive, and spent the rest of his life being toured around the east coast, at one point by none other than President Andrew Jackson, as if he were a curio, an exotic animal, an inanimate object.

This is what Black Hawk himself had to say (I find it so similar to what so many "beneficiaries" of our military aid would say today):

"I fought hard. But your guns were well aimed. The bullets flew like birds in the air, and whizzed by our ears like the wind through the trees in the winter. My warriors fell around me...The sun rose dim on us in the morning, and at night it sunk in a dark cloud, and looked like a ball of fire. That was the last sun that shone on Black Hawk...He is now a prisoner of the wh
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..He has done nothing for which an Indian ought to be ashamed. He has fought for his countrymen, the squaws and papooses, against white men, the cause of our making war. It is known to all white men. They ought to be ashamed of it. Indians are not deceitful. The white men speak bad of the Indian and look at him spitefully. But the Indian does not tell lies. Indians do not steal.

An Indian who is bad as the white men could not live in our nation; he would be put to death, and eaten up by the wolves. The white men are bad schoolmasters; they carry false books, and deal in false actions; they smile in the face of the poor Indian to cheat him; they shake them by the hand to gain their confidence, to make them drunk, to deceive them, and ruin our wives. We told them to leave us alone, and keep away from us; they followed on, and beset our paths, and they coiled themselves among us, like the snake. They poisoned us by their touch. We were not safe. We lived in danger. We were becoming like them, hypocrites and liars, adulterous lazy drones, all talkers and no workers...

The white men do not scalp the head; but they do worse-they poison the heart...Farewell, my nation!...Farewell to the Black Hawk."
(quoted in The People's History (Thanks to Terry for typing)).

(I should mention that this is Black Hawk's surrender speech...)

To find out more about the real Black Hawk, read Howard Zinn, The People's History, or check out this page, which is perhaps a bit too neutral for my taste but has a lot of primary documents, including Black Hawk's autobiography. . It's really a site that's part of a larger Lincoln project, so they can't make the whole thing sound too bad without impugning one of our most popular presidents.

Also, here is info from a .mil site on the various helicopters named after tribes:

Okay, so there is a lot to talk about today for me. My first instinct is to say HELP! I discovered this morning I'm in serious academic peril from having two "pesky" incompletes and filing the wrong stupid forms for my thesis. This means I am not only in limbo academically, but eek, financially. But whatev, I'm becomg so nihilistic and cynical about school I almost don't have the energy to deal with it. Anyways, narcissist that I am this is what I want to get off my chest, but will my bureaucratic nightmares make yours any better? No, misery may love company, tis true, but collective whining is like a chorus of dodos, doomed to extinction because they didn't learn to run away or hide or fight back when those pesky colonialists stole their eggy-wegs . So in this analogy, my thesis is an egg, the IDP graduate offices are Portugese colonists, and I'm a dodo, poised on the edge...

Fuck! I knew this morning when I heard they were going to start slaughtering civets to prevents SARS that the civet was probably really fucking cute and it isn't their fault anyways that they're a delicacy! I mean this thing is really fucking cute! Somehow it breaks my heart more to think of these animals getting slaughtered than of a few hundred people dying. Is that so wrong? I mean, at least a person understands what's happening... I guess I've never faced death though, so who knows. For now I will just ponder how really fucking cute the civet is and feel the general pain that is the threat of widespread epidemic...

Today is the first day I've felt happy, yes truly happy (despite my concern for the civets) since I don't know when... like ferevah. And do you want to know why? Because it's a campaign year, lovey, that's why. There's no greater show on the planet if you ask me. If you didn't see the Dems face off in their first debate of the year last night, there were some pretty funny moments, like when Dean promised to balance the budget in the "6th or 7th year" of his administration. Or when Kucinich, when told he wasn't very "electable" said "well, I'm electable if you vote for me!"

I eat this stuff up. But even though I would call the American presidential campaign "the greatest show on earth", I'm not so cynical as to believe that the election doesn't change anything. When some Greensters back in 2thou said things to that extent it kinda pissed me off; I mean you gotta agree that we'd be in a different place today if Ole Al was prez (although I'm with you all the way in the whole Clinton-was-the-new-Reagan theory.) Anywho! I digress. But, this is just to say that I'm very excited. Everyday brings something new from now to November. My golden boy from 2000, Bill Bradley, just endorsed Dean today, which is cool I guess. But what is up with Dean, man? Is he crazy or what? I think "pugnacious" is my favorite word for him. He reminds me too much of myself I'm afraid: embittered and impassioned-- he could come off as a leftist wingnut in a national campaign. But as he said last night, "A gaffe in Washington is when you tell the truth and the Washington establishment doesn't think you should have," which is why we get kicked out of all the best parties with all the choice hors d'oeuvres.

Hey, if you want some fun facts, go to the Des Moines Register's page on the Campaign . They have the first caucus so they know what's what. According to them, George Bush has raised close to a 100 MILLION dollars already! YeeHaw! Let the games begin!

Oh also, PollingReport is great. I'm gonna add it to my links. Check it DAILY!

(and btw i stole the above picture from MSNBC. YUK!)