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Ossetian Insults

(Originally posted Sunday, August 17, 2008 )

As everybody knows, the Caucasus region, where the current war between Russia and Georgia has flared up, is a patchwork of innumerable ethnic groups with different languages and customs. And the small, pugilistic province of Ossetia has somehow burst onto the world stage–the spark that raged into a wide regional war with international ramifications.

What are some of the insults you are likely to hear from an Ossetian — (one that will likely lead to clan violence, retributive attacks, street skirmishes, police actions, invasions, and then finally a new Cold War?)

–*You are like a crude person of the plains.

–*Your hat is very much like a woman’s.

–*Your dead father was a nickel hugger.

–*Your dead mother has nothing to eat.

–*Only your retarded dead sister would say such a thing.

–*Your retarded dead sister is still very dead.

–*I am young and you are going to die before me so I don’t have to listen to what you say.

–*Your feta cheese tastes like something a pigeon spits into its young squab’s mouth

–*Nobody gives a shit about us, you’re just using our pathetic backwards asses as pawns in a chessboard of oil and natural gas maneuvering with other developed nations.

–*You are a Nazi Georgian pig and your democracy is a sham. Save us, Russia!

OK, now that I’ve told the crude jokes, let me say that, as far as I can tell, this war between Russia and Georgia has about as much to do with the Ossetians as World War I had to do with Serbian nationalism. A recrudescent world power, rich from oil and gas petrodollars, snubbed on issues such as Kossovo, Iraq and missile defense shields, has decided that it has the right to police its own backyard. Is this wrong? Well, all war is wrong. Mostly. I would ask the neoconservative professional mouth breathers who have now united once again in common cause for standing up to Russia to ask themselves how many times the United States has policed its own backyard and even, in the case of Iraq, something that was NOT its backyard. From Granada to Cuba to El Salvador to Nicaragua to Chile to Venezuela, the U.S. is the first to give up questions of right and wrong when it fears for its own national prestige, authority and economic influence. Just like Russia is doing now. Of course you could say we invaded those places* to better the lives of their inhabitants. But only your retarded dead sister would say that.

*EDITOR’S NOTE: Actually, we didn’t invade those places, except for Granada (and Panama, an important omission on my part). In the other cases, we usually simply used proxy groups to try to assassinate elected officials and/or topple elected governments and/or reinstall fascist dictators friendly to American aims. I usually try to be more careful with my language. But the point is the same: the U.S. has no credibility on the world stage when it condemns other nations’ military actions.

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2008 Olympics Haiku

(Originally posted Friday, August 15, 2008 )

Olympic wrestler
Tosses his bronze on the floor
Do Swedes get angry?

Fireworks explode in
the Beijing sky; Thank
you, Photoshop guy

Gymnast He Kuxin
Is only fourteen? No prob,
We fixed her passport

A nobody wins
200 meter butter-
fly; Rivals cry, “Drugs!”

“We don’t give them drugs,”
say Chinese; “we just
Jail them in sports camps”

My granny could beat
Mark Spitz in the Olympics
With these new swimsuits

Pretty girl lip syncs
Opening night song; real
Singer locked in van

Dana Torres: a
Perfectly chiseled body.
Made with real chisels

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Retributioners?

(Originally posted Friday, August 15, 2008 )

Sometimes you have to look back at an evening to ask yourself, does it scan? Did it have a rhythm. A teleological purpose? What are these strange cadences that one utters when drunk of magueritas, and then later finds himself yelling at his computer, his aspirations now drowned like the ceremony of innocence as he makes quotidian arguments to a Succubus known as video editing software.

A strange evening. First I went to hear my good friend Carol read from her memoir. You can get a taste of Carol’s wit and wisdom on her new blog:, “No Clocks” at http://noclocks.wordpress.com/. I was also treated to a few poets, some of whom were inspiring and some of whom were just morose and monotonous. I’m not sure if it’s the poetry readings that have changed or if it’s me.

After that I came home to spend several hours finishing up Episode 7 of “The Retributioners.” As always, Steph and I are coming up against technical problems. We often try to pretend that we are better than amateurs, but then something like a lighting problem or a color matching problem comes along to humble us into submission. This week we have totally been pwnEd by our camera’s automatic lighting function, which has made many of the visuals uneven and distracting. I will just have to cross my fingers and hope the Retributioners fans can overlook some of the problems, as they always do. We’ve got a lot of talent involved in this latest episode and I want to show them in their best light.

[Editor’s note: since this was originally posted, my friend Carol has decided to discontinue her wonderful blog. I only hope that her wonderful samizdat musings are being pirated around somewhere.]

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