162841 Special Dispatch: Al-Jazeera interviews Arafat ------------ 162906 Tikkun catches flack from constituency (?) on refusniks ------------- 163215 + 31 marco on redesigning imc ------ 163365 + 2 Fisk on the ME farce (also at 162822) ----------------- 163558 Chomsky on Palestine --------------- 160000 + 7 on Middle Eastern genes article from the observer (link to similar stuff: oasistv.com/news/12-6-01-story-2.asp -- 162841 Special Dispatch: Al-Jazeera interviews Arafat (english) by http://memri.org/news.html#1017616184 5:02am Tue Apr 2 '02 (Modified on 7:33am Tue Apr 2 '02) As the Israeli army entered Arafat's headquarters in Ramallah, Arafat granted interviews to leading Arab television channels. Following are excerpts from these interviews: Posted: Sunday, March 31, 2002 Special Dispatch No. 361: Arab Television Channels Interview Arafat Following the Palestinian terrorist attacks during the Jewish holiday of Passover, on March 29, 2002, Israel launched a military operation against the Palestinian Authority. As the Israeli army entered Arafat's headquarters in Ramallah, Arafat granted interviews to leading Arab television channels. Following are excerpts from these interviews: Interview With Al-Jazeera(1) Arafat: "They decided to take me as a prisoner, a deportee, or to kill me. No. I say to them [that I will be] a martyr, a martyr, a martyr, and a martyr. …'And they will be in the front line until Judgment Day'… and 'one of their martyrs [who falls in the battle for Jerusalem] is worth 40 martyrs'(2)... Allah, give me martyrdom in… [Jerusalem], the place from which the Prophet Muhammad ascended to the heavens, and the place our lord Jesus was born… I may be martyred, but certainly one of our boys or one of our girls will wave the flag of Palestine over the walls of Jerusalem, over the minarets of Jerusalem, and over the churches of Jerusalem. 'They think it is distant, but we know it is imminent, and we are right'… 'They will enter the mosque as they entered it for the first time'(3)... This is the path I have chosen… Allah, give me martyrdom..." "We defend not only Palestine, the Arab nation, and not only the holy Islamic and Christian places – but also all men of freedom and honor in the world. This is our destiny. This is a divine decree..." "Let those far and near understand: None, among the Palestinian people or the Arab nation, will be willing to bow and surrender. But we ask Allah to grant us martyrdom, to grant us martyrdom. To Jerusalem we march – martyrs by the millions. To Jerusalem we march – martyrs by the millions. To Jerusalem we march – martyrs by the millions. To Jerusalem we march – martyrs by the millions." "This is a call to the Arab and Islamic nations and to all the Christians in the world. This is the sacred land called in the West 'Terra Sancta,' Holy Land. We defend these holy places..." "We said to the Americans: You must act. Where are you going? Don’t you know this will shake the Middle East? I say to our Palestinian people: 'Oh mountain, the wind will not shake you.' I say to our Arab nation: 'To Jerusalem we march – martyrs by the millions.'" Question: "Mr. President, Sharon said in his press conference that you have become an enemy, that you are not a partner for peace, and that Ramallah has become a den of terrorism. How do you respond to that?" Arafat: "Isn’t he [Sharon] a den of terrorism? The occupation is not a den of terrorism? The F-15 and F-16 warplanes are not a den of terrorism? The tanks that place me under siege are not a den of terrorism? Bombing civilians is not a den of terrorism? Forty-seven thousand Palestinian martyrs and wounded in this Intifada are not a den of terrorism? Destroying the institutions of the Palestinian people is not a den of terrorism? Destroying all the farms of the Palestinian people is not a den of terrorism?..." Question: "Is it possible that the Israeli forces will try to assassinate you?" Arafat: "They are more than welcome. I seek martyrdom. Allah, grant it to me. Am I better than that heroic youth Fares Odeh? We are seekers of martyrdom. We are all seekers of martyrdom. The entire Palestinian people is a seeker of martyrdom..." Question: "Mr. President, do you think that this extensive invasion by the occupation forces is in response to the Netanya operation,(4) or a response to the Arab initiative at the Arab summit?" Arafat: "No. It is a response to the Arab summit in Beirut…to Crown Prince Abdullah’s initiative... This is an Israeli response to all the peace attempts because they do not want peace. They do not want peace!!! (sic) We must remember these things. These extremist elements murdered my partner Yitzhak Rabin. Why did they murder him? Because they do not want peace." "Why do they distort Camp David? They ask why we did not accept Camp David. Should I surrender Jerusalem to them? Who can accept such a thing? Tell me, who can accept such a thing?... They are the plunderers, the murderers, the real terrorists in the entire world, in the entire world. We are the only people in the world under occupation. We put our hand in your [the Israelis'] hand... If this is the response to the Arab initiative, what does it mean? Who are the terrorists? The Palestinians? The Arabs? The Muslims? The Christians? Did we bomb the statue of the Virgin Mary [in Bethlehem]? The entire world turned upside-down because of the Taliban's attempt to destroy the statue of Buddha – is the statue of Mary not sacred? Is she not the only woman mentioned in the Koran? Is there not a Koranic chapter bearing her name?" Question: "Sharon says that now there is a war without geographical borders. How do you assess the situation?" Arafat: "By Allah, we consider all possibilities. Nobody is shaken, nobody is scared, nobody is retreating. To Jerusalem we march – martyrs by the millions." Interview With Egyptian TV(5) Arafat: “I want to tell you something: The world went wild because of what the Taliban did to the statue of Buddha. But when they destroyed the statue of the Virgin Mary, who is the only woman mentioned in the Koran, no one in the world says a word... We defend these holy places: To Jerusalem we march – martyrs by the millions." Question: "...What do you plan to do while the tanks are two meters away..." Arafat: "What two meters?!! They are bombing me. Can’t you hear the bombing?" Question: "...Actually, we hear it from a distance..." Arafat: "They attacked positions within the leadership compound." Question: "...The question was, what will you do in this situation? How can the Palestinian leadership calm the situation?" Arafat: "We are all seekers of martyrdom. We will not hesitate and will not retreat... As I told you: To Jerusalem we march – martyrs by the millions." Question: "Is this a specific response to the Netanya operation?" Arafat: "Great! All this in response to the Netanya operation?…" Question: "It is obvious that the sympathy and enthusiasm of the Arab street is not enough. What do you demand now from the Arab leaders?" Arafat: "To act in the international and global sphere with all the leaders in the world, in order to stop this international and global terrorism led by Sharon. Don't talk to me about terrorism in Kandahar, don't talk to me about Taliban terrorism, and don’t talk to me about terrorism anywhere. The most important and most dangerous terrorism is the terrorism going on in the sacred land..." Question: "Mr. President, we are following [events] with you and we see the Israeli tanks approaching... We are with you in our hearts and souls and we pray for your safety and the safety of the Palestinian people." Arafat: "Man, don’t wish me safety! Pray for me to attain martyrdom! Is there anything better than being martyred on this holy land? We are all seekers of martyrdom..." Interview With Abu Dhabi TV(6) Arafat: "Allah, grant us martyrdom in defense of the Christian and Muslim places holy to you... We are in the front line, and this people is defending these holy places…" "True, he [Sharon] besieges us…True, he uses all the weapons prohibited by international law. True he uses depleted uranium, true he uses toxic gases…but we are steadfast… 'And they will be in the frontline until Judgment Day'…" Endnotes: (1) Al-Jazeera TV/Palestinian Authority TV, March 29, 2002. (2) This is a reference to a Koranic verse. (3) This is a reference to a Koranic verse. (4) The March 27, 2002 bombing of a Passover Seder held at a Netanya hotel. (5) Egyptian TV/Palestinian Authority TV, March 29, 2002. (6) Abu Dhabi TV/Palestinian Authority TV, March 29, 2002. Posted: Wednesday, March 27, 2002 Special Dispatch No. 360: Saudi Government Paper: 'Billions Spent by Saudi Royal Family to Spread Islam to Every Corner of the Earth' The March 1, 2002 edition of the Saudi government English weekly Ain Al-Yaqeen, extensively detailed the Saudi Royal Family's efforts to spread (Wahhabi) Islam throughout the world.(1) To read about specific locations, names of institutions, and amounts of money spent in the U.S. and Europe, go to memri.org/sd/SP36002.html. Efforts to Spread (Wahhabi) Islam (2) "?The determination of the Kingdom to support Islam and Islamic institutions to the best of its ability was evident from the formation of the Kingdom by King Abdul Aziz but it was only when oil revenues began to generate real wealth that the Kingdom could fulfill its ambitions of spreading the word of Islam to every corner of the world, of assisting Muslim countries less well endowed economically and of alleviating the suffering of Muslim minorities wherever they might live." "When King Fahd gave his support, either personally or through his government, to these institutions, it was also part of his purpose to challenge and expose the caricature of Islam, which is widely promoted by sections of the Western media?" "The voice of Islam and Arab culture is stronger now than it has been for many decades and certainly far stronger than it would have been without King Fahd's contribution, but the bias against Islam, the tendency, in some quarters, to identify Islam with fanaticism or even terrorism persists and has not been completely erased from the popular mind in the West." The Cost is Astronomical "The cost of King Fahd's efforts in this field has been astronomical, amounting to many billions of Saudi Riyals. In terms of Islamic institutions, the result is some 210 Islamic centers wholly or partly financed by Saudi Arabia, more than 1,500 mosques and 202 colleges and almost 2,000 schools for educating Muslim children in non-Islamic countries in Europe, North and South America, Australia and Asia? All over the world the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia has supported and contributed in the establishment of mosques and Islamic centers?" (1) Ain Al-Yaqeen, March 1, 2002, www.ain-al-yaqeen.com. (2) Subtitles by MEMRI. memri.org/news.html#1017616184 =========== A shame he encourages martyrdom (english) by Russ Schultz 5:46am Tue Apr 2 '02 I think these are the sort of statements from Arafat that the western leaders have so much trouble with: essentially encouraging martydom (i.e. suicide bombers). I expect until Arafat stands up and says to the world, both the western and the arabic world, "targeting civilians is wrong, and my fatah will not have that", the violence will continue its spiral of escalation: strike and retaliation;intercession and revenge;back and forth until both sides are so wrapped up in not backing down that there is no place to go. ========= see how you feel (english) by eieio 6:17am Tue Apr 2 '02 with a gun to your head. would you so willingly die, or would you sell out your people to save your life? seems to me that arafat is doing nothing differently from socrates or jesus christ or jeane d'arc or thomas more. ========= The Rev. Jim Arafat (english) by COINTELPRO Tool 6:57am Tue Apr 2 '02 Jonestown, Palestine. " would you sell out your people?" (english) by Russ Schultz 7:33am Tue Apr 2 '02 Arafat continuously sells out his people, but for his pride rather than his life. Peace is the answer to prosperity of the Palestinian people. Continuing the violence simply because of pride is sick headed and wrong. Both Sharon and Arafat are guilty of this. -------------------------- 162906 An Open Letter to American Jews (from indymedia.org.il) (english) by Assaf Oron 7:31am Tue Apr 2 '02 (Modified on 9:08am Tue Apr 2 '02) Yesterday I was informed of an interesting phenomenon: a peace-supporting Jewish organization called Tikkun published an ad in favor of us, the Israeli Reservist refuseniks [now over 1,000 Iraeli soldiers officers & generals], and was Immediately bombarded with hate mails and phones from other American Jews. What is more interesting is that even other Jews considering themselves supporters of peace have denounced the Tikkun ad, to the extent that some of the Tikkun Advisory Board members are resigning in order to minimize the personal damage to themselves. An Open Letter to American Jews By Assaf Oron [Israeli army reservist] Dear People, Yesterday I was informed of an interesting phenomenon: a peace-supporting Jewish organization called Tikkun published an ad in favor of us, the Israeli Reservist refuseniks [now over 1,000 Iraeli soldiers officers & generals], and was Immediately bombarded with hate mails and phones from other American Jews. What is more interesting is that even other Jews considering themselves supporters of peace have denounced the Tikkun ad, to the extent that some of the Tikkun Advisory Board members are resigning in order to minimize the personal damage to themselves. This has so saddened, alarmed and angered me, that I find myself setting aside a half-day at the eve of Passover, and writing this open letter to you all. As is my habit, it is quite long, so please bear with me. Most of the 'civilized' attacks, so I understand, were seemingly aimed at this or that detail of the Tikkun ad. This is nothing new to me. Over the past two months since we came out with our own ad, I've heard and read so many specific arguments about specific aspects of our act. They range from petty nit-picking to plain ludicrous, and each and every one of them can be refuted to dust in a matter of minutes. But the moment you refute them, new specific arguments sprout up like mushrooms. It is clear that there is something very general and non-specific behind all this criticism. Therefore, if you allow me, I will start from the general and only later turn to a couple of these specific issues. The general theme is the tribal theme. A very very loud voice (and in Israel nowadays, it is the only voice that is allowed to be fully heard) keeps shouting that we are in the midst of a war between two tribes: a tribe of human beings, of pure good -- the Israelis -- and a tribe of sub-human beings, of pure evil -- the Palestinians. This voice is so loud, that it has found its way even to the op-ed pages of the New York Times (William Safire, March 24 or 25). To those who find this black-and-white picture a bit hard to believe, the same voice shouts that this is a war of life and death. Only one tribe will survive, and so even if we are not purely good, we must lay morality and conscience to sleep, shut up and fight to kill--or else, the Palestinians will throw us into the sea. Does this ring a bell to you? It does to me. As a little child growing up in Israel under Golda Meir and Moshe Dayan, all I heard was that the Arabs are inhuman monsters who want to throw us into the sea, they understand only force, and since our wonderful IDF has won the Six Day War they know not to mess with us anymore --or else. And of course, we must keep the Liberated Territories to ourselves, because there's no one to talk with. Then came the Yom Kippur war, and for a child of 7 it was the perfect proof that indeed the Arabs want to throw us into the sea, and what a great opportunity it was for our glorious IDF to teach them a lesson. I prayed for the war to continue to its natural and final end --the complete surrender of all Arab armies. I was too small to evaluate, then, how the war really ended; all these cease-fires and talks were too complicated and boring, much more boring than a war. And it seemed humiliating that WE should withdraw in these cease-fires; I Remember that the re-opening of the Suez Canal was portrayed in our mass media as a kind of defeat.. A few years passed and a funny thing happened: those throw-us-into-the-sea Arabs came to talk with us, and in exchange for all of Sinai they would sign a full peace. The IDF chief of staff (the late Motte Gur, later a Labor Party minister) shouted that it is a hoax, that we should not believe Saadat, but the politicians had to sign. Already a teenager, I went and protested against the withdrawal from Sinai. It seemed strange to me that most of the demonstrators were orthodox Jews. After all, it was a purely logical issue: the Arabs are not to be trusted, that's what we've learned from day one. Well, lucky for the country, the government and the majority of the people employed a different logic, and the peace with Egypt was not missed. But the throw-us-into-the-sea paradigm immediately found new fields for play. There was an inconvenient reality on the Northern border, and even though the forces on the other side (Palestinians 'Phew') had strictly adhered to a secret cease-fire for about a year, they were Arabs and therefore could not be trusted. So we talked ourselves into invading Lebanon and setting up a friendlier regime there. The mastermind of the invasion was defense minister Ariel Sharon, and Shimon Peres, then head of opposition, voted together with his party in favor of the invasion. Only later, when it turned sour, and after many refuseniks already sat in jail, would the main opposition turn against the whole affair. For me at 16 it was also a turning point. When I understood that the government had lied to me in order to sell me this war, I turned from 'center-rightist' to 'leftist'. Sadly enough, it has taken me almost 20 more years, in a slow and painful process, to understand how deeply the lies and self-delusion are rooted in our collective perception of reality. Anyway, when Peres withdrew most of our forces from Lebanon in 1985, the Arabs could still not be trusted. And so, to soothe our endless paranoia and suspicion, we created that perpetual source of death and crime ironically known as "the Security Zone." It took many years, a lot of blood and Four Mothers -- against almost all politicians, generals, and columnists -- to finally pull us out of Lebanon. In the long and hard way, we learned that even the Lebanese are human beings whose rights must be respected. But not the Palestinians. Because the Palestinians are too painfully close, like a rival sibling (and, may I add, because they have always been so weak), we have singled them out for a special treatment. Having them under our rule, we've allowed ourselves to trample them like dirt, like dogs. We've been doing it even to our own Palestinian citizens (especially before 1966), but we have perfected Our treatment in this strange no man's land created in 1967, and known as the Occupied Territories. There we have created an entirely hallucinatory reality, in which the true humans, members of the Nation of Masters, could move and settle freely and safely, while the sub-humans, the Nation of Slaves, were shoved into the corners, and kept invisible and controlled under our IDF boots. I know. I've been there. I was taught how to do this, back in the mid-1980's. I did and witnessed as a matter of fact, deeds that I'm ashamed to remember to this day. And fortunately for me, I did not have to witness or do anything truly "pornographic", as some friends of mine experienced. Since 1987, this cruel, impossible, unnatural, insulting reality in the Territories has been exploding in our face. But because of our unshakeable belief that the Palestinians are monsters who want to throw us into the sea, we reacted by trying to maintain what we've created at all costs. This meant of course employing more and more and more force, with the natural result of receiving more and more and more force in return. When a fledgling and hesitating peace process tried to work its way through this mess, one major factor (perhaps THE factor) that undermined it and voided its meaning was our establishment's endless fear and suspicion of The Other. To resolve this fear and suspicion, we chose the insane route of demanding full control of The Other throughout the process. When this Other finally decided that we're cheating him out of his freedom (and having too many mental disorders of his own to accommodate ours as well), violence erupted, and all our ancient instincts woke up. There they are, we said in relief, now we see their true face again. The Arabs want to throw us into the sea. There's no one to talk with ('no partner", in our beloved ex-PM's words), and they understand only force. And so we responded as we know and love, with more and more and more force. This time, the effect was that of putting out a fire with a barrel of gasoline. And that's the moment when I said to myself, NO, I'm not playing this game anymore. But what about the existential threat, you may ask? Well I ask you, have you not eyes? Don't you see our tanks strolling in Palestinian streets every other day? Don't you see our helicopters hovering over their neighborhoods choosing which window to shoot a missile into? What type of existential need are we answering in trampling the Palestinians? Prevention of terror, I hear you say. Let me use the wonderful words of my friend Ishay Rosen-Zvi: You are fighting against terror? What a joke. The Israeli government, in its policies of Occupation, has turned the Territories into a greenhouse for growing terror!!! We have sown the seeds, grown them, nurtured them -- and then our blood is spilled, and the centrist-right-wing politicians reap the benefits. Indeed, terror is the right-wing politician's best friend. You know what? When you treat millions of people like sub-humans for so long, some of them will find inhuman strategies to fight back. Isn't that what the Zionists, and other Jewish revolutionaries argued about a hundred years ago in order to explain the questionable strategies of survival that Jews used in Europe? Didn't our forefathers say, Let us live like human beings, and see how we'll act just like other human beings? So here's the deal. I hope that the first part of this letter made it clear that I don't buy the "they want to throw us into the sea" crap. It's just a collective self-delusion of ours. But more importantly, I don't see tribes. I see people, human beings. I believe that the Palestinians are human beings like us. What a concept, eh? And before everything else, before EVERYTHING else, we must treat them like human beings without demanding anything in return. And no (to all die-hard Barak fans), throwing them a couple of crumbs in which they can set up pitiful, completely controlled Bantustans in between our settlements and bypass roads, and believing it to be a great act of "generosity', does NOT come close to answering this basic requirement. This requirement is NOT negotiable; moreover, in a perfect demonstration of historical justice, it is a vital requirement for the survival of our own State. After that, and based on the lessons of modern history, especially that of the Arab-Israeli conflict (as was briefly described above), I do believe that the Palestinians will calm down, and that the elusive "Security" and peace will finally come upon us (as it did, incidentally, for almost two whole years between Wye 1998 and Camp David 2000). I don't have any insurance policy for that (well --almost none, except the solemn promise of the entire Arab world), but remember - I have this funny notion that they are human beings. In any case, we are seeing now all too well what type of insurance policy the opposite paradigm is providing us. In the meanwhile, I refuse to be a terrorist in my tribe's name. Because that's what it is: not a "war against terror', as our propaganda machine tries to sell. This is a war OF terror, a war in which, in return for Palestinian guerrilla and terror, we employ the IDF in two types of terror. The more visible one are the violent acts of killing and destruction, those which some people still try to explain away as "surgical acts of defense." The worse type of terror is the silent one, which has continued unabated since 1967 and through the entire Oslo process. It is the terror of Occupation, of humiliation on a personal and collective basis, of deprivation and legalized robbery, of alternating exploitation and starvation. This is the mass of the iceberg, the terror that is itself a long-term greenhouse for counter-terror. And I simply refuse to be a terrorist and criminal, even if the entire tribe denounces me. That leads me to the first specific subject: are we, the refuseniks, being persecuted and denounced, or are we enjoying the wonderful Israeli tolerance and democracy and exploiting it to make trouble? Well, I must admit that this is not yet the USSR or Pinochet's Chile, and at least the Jews here enjoy a relative democracy (describing it as vibrant or tolerant would be a gross error, but that is a different subject altogether; maybe in another letter). I first must point out that the government and IDF also enjoy the image of 'letting us speak', and it serves them well. Secondly, in a rather sophisticated manner the establishment (with the generous and voluntary help of the mass media) is effectively shutting us up. The media has decided for us that there is no opposition. Thus, a demonstration of 20,000 is reported in 5 seconds at the late-night edition, and a demonstration of 500 outside a military prison is completely ignored. The fact that right now there are over a dozen refuseniks in jail – the largest number in twenty years -- is hidden from the Israeli public. The story of Captain (resrv.) Itai Haviv and Sergeant (resrv.) Yair Yeffeth, who demanded a full military trial in which they could prove that refusal is innocence and that the order to serve in the Territories is illegal, was not told anywhere except for a brief mention in the back pages of Haaretz. So the public, of course, didn't learn that the IDF evaded answering these demands, and that Itai Haviv will spend the Seder night in prison following a ‘disciplinary hearing.' I hope the readers are intelligent enough to know that if the media wanted, these stories would make the headlines. Still, you keep hearing about us. That's the key word, ABOUT us. But you don't hear us. You just hear people explaining, analyzing, mostly (in a ratio of 99 to 1) attacking us. We have become the perfect 'hate hour' figures, to reunite the tribe against (have you read 1984?) Petty "volunteer" groups who organized against us, a mayor who called upon local governments not to hire us, and a group of industrialists who called employers to fire us, have all won their moment in the spotlight. No one cared to mention that these are blatantly illegal calls (no, ‘the law' is remembered only when we 'break' it). No one has tried to set limits to this discussion. Moreover, the prime minister in one of his rare public addresses blamed us for the wave of terror (us, not his catastrophic policies). The IDF chief of staff can't stop talking about us; he sees us as a bunch of inciters with a hidden agenda. So, ironically, the only thing protecting us from long-term ‘gulag' imprisonment and from losing our jobs is public opinion - the rather large pockets of support and sympathy among key sectors in the Israeli public, and yes, support ads such as the one published by Tikkun. The moment the government or IDF will think the lights are out, and no one sees or cares -- they will find or invent the 'legal' clause (Israeli politicians are experts in this) and throw those they believe to be our "leaders" to jail for long terms. Remember, even poor Abie Nathan was thrown in for two years, just because he dared speak with PLO personnel about peace. But that's nothing, because the moment our government will sense a "lights out" situation - a huge terror attack, an American attack on Iraq - there will be a horrible bloodbath in the Territories, compared to which the last year and a half will be remembered as a happy picnic. And that brings me to the second specific issue, that of the Nazi allusion. Some readers thought that the way the Tikkun ad said "obeying orders" was an allusion to Nazi murderers' claim that they were "just obeying orders." Rabbi Lerner has rightly pointed out to these readers, that automatic execution of orders is a characteristic of all dictatorship, not just the Nazi one, while refusal on moral grounds is a sign of democracy. I agree, but let me be less polite and politically correct. After all, it's just my country that's going up in smoke as I write. What is this? Does Israel have the exclusive monopoly of labeling all its rivals as Nazis, and everyone else has to shut up, even when reality starts speaking for itself? Parties that support the essentially Nazi idea of deporting all Palestinians from the country, have been part of our Knesset and our "legitimate" political map since 1984. Recent opinion polls show that 35% of the Jewish public now supports this "solution", as it is sometimes called. Leaders, Rabbis, and just plain folk feel free to call openly in the mass media to eradicate Palestinian cities with or without their tenants. Last weekend, Gen. (res.) Effi Eitam, fresh out of the military and all ready to take the leadership of the religious public and become a deputy or alternative to Netanyahu, received a flattering cover story on Haaretz supplement. He unfolded his chilling ideology, calling to expel those Palestinians who don't want to remain in the Galilee and West Bank as serfs, to Jordan, and from Gaza to Sinai. And he said this: why should us, the country poorest in land resources, bear the burden of solving the Palestinian problem? Well I don't know about you, but I remember some of the Nazi rhetoric in that dark period between the Kristallnacht of 1938 and the beginning of the war, when Jews were expelled from Germany but could find no safe haven anywhere else. When I see a retired IDF general and rising political star use the exact same Nazi rhetoric on Israel's most "liberal" newspaper, without any criticism by his interviewer or the editors -- my hair just stands on my head in horror. Let's move from the political scene back to the ground. My friend, Captain (Res.) Dan Tamir, decided to refuse to serve in the Territories about a year ago, after he realized what he'd done as a reserve regiment's intelligence officer a few weeks before that. He realized he had laid out the plans to convert a large Palestinian town into a closed ghetto. You can find his full statement on our website, www.seruv.org.il. The vast majority of Palestinians in the Territories now starve in such ghettos; in those days of mercy when they are allowed to leave them by foot and perhaps catch a taxi, these taxis are forbidden from using most of the paved roads in the region. But why listen to a "leftist"? Let's hear it from senior IDF officers. One of the top commanders in the Territories was quoted in Haaretz (Jan. 25) as saying that in order to prepare for potential battles in dense urban neighborhoods, the IDF must learn, if necessary, how the German army "operated" in the Warsaw Ghetto. A week later, the reporter confirmed this quote and the fact that this is a widespread opinion in the IDF, and went further to morally defend it. A small number of people, including myself, tried to raise a scandal over this. One letter to the editor was published in Haaretz. A much tougher letter, which I wrote, was never published, nor was my plea for a phone discussion with an editor ever answered. The issue just died down. No one in Israel or in the Jewish public abroad was interested. Where were all these holy souls, who now scold Tikkun because they indirectly allude to the Nazi horror, where were they all when a senior IDF officer proudly called, "in order to beat the Palestinians, let's be Judeo-Nazis"? In my letter to Haaretz I went further. Knowing the IDF mentality and adding one to one, I concluded that the IDF is operationally prepared to invade refugee camps - an utter, indefensible war crime - and through this leak to the press it is starting to pressure the government and prepare the public opinion for the invasion. The letter was not published. It was sent on February 2. A few weeks later we all saw the horrors of the refugee camp invasions and the bloody revenge attacks that followed culminating on Passover eve. And you know what? Army generals and colonels morally and professionally pat themselves on the back, because these invasions "prevented terror", and killed only dozens and not thousands. (Note: in fact, the major reason limiting the bloodshed was the "terrorists" responsible decision not to turn the camps into all-out battlegrounds. But this may change in the next round.) In truth, I have little hope that the Israeli public will wake up. The Israeli public, in its fear and confusion, has made a decision (aided by the politicians and mass media) to go to sleep and wake up only ‘after it is all over'. But it won't be over, because while our mind sleeps our muscles tighten the death grip, instead of doing the only sensible thing (which requires an open mind) -- which is to let go. Will you guys join the hypocrite mobs who sing lullabies to Israel and pounce upon the refuseniks, upon Tikkun, to shut us up? Or will you finally take responsibility and be the true friends that Israel needs now -- even if it means not being "nice" to Israel for a while? As you sit tonight at the Seder table, please remember the dozen or so refuseniks that spend this Seder in a military jail. More importantly, please remember the thousand or so people, three quarters Palestinians nd one quarter Israelis, who were here with us a year ago and have been murdered. Most of them could have been here with us, if you and we had acted sooner. We have now acted, done what little we can do. Please think of the many thousands that may be doomed soon, if you continue sitting on the fence. May you have a happy Holiday of Freedom, Please help us struggle free from fear, racism, hatred and the deaths they produce. Yours, Assaf Oron www.indymedia.org.il/imc/israel/webcast/... ======= ===== Where's Woody Allen (english) by lolita 8:11am Tue Apr 2 '02 I've always wondered why Woody has never commented on the situation in Palestine. Then again maybe he's too busy diddling young girls. ======= If only everyone thought so open-mindedly (english) by Bhal the Czar 8:39am Tue Apr 2 '02 Please, everyone spread that powerful, honest piece of writing. Post it on message boards, forward by e-mail, print it and distribute it by the hundreds. Everyone deserves to know the truth. ===== He is a traitor and deserves to be executed. (english) by truth teller 9:08am Tue Apr 2 '02 He supports the sub-human Palistinian terrorists, the blood of his people is on his hands. -------------------- 163215 Let's Discuss The Proposal To Change The Newswire Some (english) by marco 12:26pm Tue Apr 2 '02 (Modified on 12:47am Wed Apr 3 '02) There's a proposal being discussed to make the global newswire appear like so in the near future: indymedia.org/index-features.php3 ====== i have a suggestion (english) by non-Zionist Jewish Anarchist 12:34pm Tue Apr 2 '02 I'm getting more and more turned off from indymedia.org by the Nazi anti-Jew Propaganda. Currently the first page is loaded with it. You know what I'm talking about - the pictures, etc... GET THAT SHIT OFF THE NEWSWIRE YOU RISK ALIENATING YOUR BASE. ======== Good idea (english) by ak 12:37pm Tue Apr 2 '02 That's a whole lot better , choice articles from around the world . nice one , will keep those nazi fucks from getting front page ever again ! ======= Could you explain the change in format? (english) by Scott 12:39pm Tue Apr 2 '02 scottistoxic@aol.com I'm not sure I understand what the new layout is--could you explain it, and how it will keep fascists off the wire? ======== dfs (english) by fdas 12:44pm Tue Apr 2 '02 I'd throw my support behind the .indymedia.org/index-features.php3 It gives a great variety of news but still alows you to view the current open newswire...I think it's a great way of fixing the problem without resorting to all out censorship. The nazis can still post shit, we just don't have to look at it ever time we load up the main page. :) ======= How About Two Newswires? (english) by Anonymous 12:51pm Tue Apr 2 '02 I agree that the "Arabs/Jews are animals/the devil" stuff shouldn't be at the top of the page. But it also seems like there should be a farily prominent space at global.indy for open posting and discussion. How about a two-wire system like Philly's, with features occupying the top half of the page and posts the bottom? www.phillyimc.org ============ I like it (english) by Evan Sisson 12:54pm Tue Apr 2 '02 The new format works well but I would like to ask if it is possible to have more stories up at one time, this would keep things up longer and avoid the sometimes impossible to use newswire. ========== I Agree W/ Anon (english) by King Pin 12:59pm Tue Apr 2 '02 Taking the fron page entirely out of the hands of Indy readers would turn the site into another institution, with "discussion forums" hidden in the background like CNN.com. Put the features at the top, but leave room for real people to have their say where someone will see it. Maybe the best stories from the bottom could be bumped to the top too? ========= sure.. (english) by Mahakaal 1:01pm Tue Apr 2 '02 how about a message board though? ========== WHAT CENSORSHIP? (english) by outside the whale 1:04pm Tue Apr 2 '02 I cant believe it .The first 2 comments are about censorship. If u want censorship turn on the T.V. or read a magazine. The whole reason i get news from indymedia is to AVOID censorship. How would you know how stupid the nazi extremists are unless you can learn about them. We all need to be investigators not ostrichs. ======== good idea (english) by anonymouse 1:04pm Tue Apr 2 '02 Good idea but who decides what postings to feature on the main indymedia site? For example, my stuff (162262&group=webcast ) is hidden here for some reason but is front page news at http://italy.indymedia.org/ . Why was it hidden here? Why is it front page material there? Who's gonna decide? Not that I really care. It looks like the non-main indymedia sites are much better anyway. ====== Local (english) by B. Franklin 1:06pm Tue Apr 2 '02 thisyearsfashion@yahoo.com Maybe not a bad idea. There's so much stuff on the overall newswire, while not as much on the locals. But it probably wouldn't hurt to pay more attention to the local -that's one of the things mainstream media does poorly that it could do better. Honestly, Indymedia doesn't do much for smaller cities either, but maybe in time it will, doesn't hurt to start moving that direction. ======== looks ok (english) by Hi 1:08pm Tue Apr 2 '02 I really don't care about the nazi israeli porn or whatever, its no bother. Just as long as the wire stays open to anyone and free of censorship... ========= Very Good Idea (english) by PJD 1:08pm Tue Apr 2 '02 It is a very good compromise. The newswire is still there for all to use, while new visitors don't get right-wing rants and wacky conspiracy theories as their first impressions. Please do it! ======= two newswires good, four newswires bad (english) by the herd 1:15pm Tue Apr 2 '02 i like this suggestion, for all the reasons that have been posted plus another one--there would still be a way to post urgent information where people would see it quickly. if internationals in palestine need to let the world know what's going on in a matter of minutes, they should be able to do it on the front page without waiting for jerusalem.indymedia to approve it and send it in, especially when their office is under fire and they may have to evacuate. ====== A suggestion (english) by EarthMan 1:21pm Tue Apr 2 '02 address: Canada ALL of the flamebait is easy to see. Would it be that hard to just scan ALL uploads and have the ones containing "certain" words or wording be listed to a seperate site. So anyone that is interested in arguing or posting rebuttalls can still do that and keep the rest of the wire clear for discussion about more relevant issues. The indy wire has become the same as the "Corporate Media" publications...lately it is flooded with "Middle East" content just as in the Corp media. NOT GOOD. "They" have, in effect, managed a good deal of censorship here by the flood of crap taking up "your" space and "our" time. I think splitting it off to allow the flame posts is the correct way to deal with this. NOT on front page...the main page could have a link to all of the removed crap and those that wish to can access them of their own accord. I personally do not bother reading ANYTHING that contains statements or text with certain words, like "LEFT" RIGHT" "Nazi" Fascist" etc...etc...etc... To ME these words have nothing to do with moving our world forward. To consistently think of things in these concocted formats IS NOT forward thinking it is merely thinking within the narrow contruct that the word(s) imply. Freedom of thought is essential Freedom of the press is essential Freedom of the indevidual is esential Freedom from oppression is essential I mean if you do not feel that we are under attack when "they" can "spray" our cities with who knows what. Put food on the store shelves containing who knows what, poison our air, our water, kill our fish(food), kill the land so we can not grow healthy food, make laws that make it illegal to argue with all of that....Then you have lost the instinct to survive...and probably won't... ======== Life Befor Death Death Before Dishonour Stay true to YOUR OBSERVATIONS what YOU SEE and HEAR...never allow the words of others to change those things... Peace ======= Figured it out (english) by Scott 1:28pm Tue Apr 2 '02 scottistoxic@aol.com Two things-- One: I figured out the newswire changes--duh--it seems to be a compromise--maybe a good one, we'll have to see. My guess is that if the nazi-types can't get on page one with their crap, they won't bother spamming so much. I think it's also a good idea to feature the local sites too, and trust in the editorial staff to make decisions about content. Two: I made an attempt to start a similar dialogue on the spate of nazi spam by posting an essay by Mao called "Combat Liberalism" to the newswire. The point is that being "liberal" with fascists can be very dangerous--here we're just talking about a website, but in the real world we're potentially talking about people's lives. By "liberalism" I don't mean people who vote Democrat. When it comes to the website, I agree with the first person who responded to THIS post that people are leaving Indymedia because of all the racist, fascist, and often anti-semitic posts. In the real world, being "liberal" means being less than honest with people in your organizations or affinity groups, which can lead to division that puts people at risk. The piece outlinbes different kinds of "liberalism" and is worth thinking about. ========= I Like this Idea (english) by little ant 1:31pm Tue Apr 2 '02 This idea (of having all the Indymedia features listed on the front page) is a good idea. It'll get the smaller IMCs some attention. And as for the newswire on this site, the example shows that its still there. It just won't be on the front page the first time you go there. COuld we choose the newswire as a personal default if we want? At least this will help prevent Nazis from trying to make Indymedia look bad. ======== shit yeah (english) by kit-e-kat 1:39pm Tue Apr 2 '02 i'm on the pro- side here too. as a relatively new indymedia surfer, i was very nearly turned off the site completely in the past week(s) when reading the shite that i've seen posted. and more (prominent) local coverage is a plus too. ======= excellent idea (english) by 49328238 1:47pm Tue Apr 2 '02 I like the idea of using feature stories from the local IMCs. The whole point of indymedia is that it is a decentralized coalition of local independent media. And feature stories from local IMCs are for the most part under democratic or consensus control via the local indymedias. So if people want to write a feature story, they can contact their local or regional IMC. I think that we should still keep the newswire open for publishing, but it should be put at the bottom half of the front page, and the top half should look like the link at http://www.indymedia.org/index-features.php3. This new style is really neat, and it definitely legitimizes indymedia and prevents the cointelpro types from spamming the important stuff on the front page. However, we still need to keep an open discussion forum, and I agree with the other poster, that we can't keep the newswire buried in the bowels of the site like CNN does, or require that people get accounts to post or any facist crap like that. So in summary, I like the new layout and give it two thumbs up. However, I do agree with the idea but we still need to keep the newswire easily accessable from the front page, although it doesn't have to be the first thing people see. peace. -anonymous ======== Very Good (english) by Daniel Camolês 1:53pm Tue Apr 2 '02 camoles at ig.com.br Very good proposal. It is not only good, but necessary. As a alternative for keeping the good articles longer in the page, you can divide the articles by topics. Currently, there is too many things in just one page. If you divide them by categories, people would spend less time, because they can look only to the topics that they want to. It also would be nice to have the possibility that an article could be in more than one topic. Anyway, this ideia is really necessary for surviving now. The topics division is also important, but it can wait a little, and after you implement the proposal, I think you will have more time to think about the topics division. Keep up the good work! ======== Bottom-up media is not censorship (english) by j 1:59pm Tue Apr 2 '02 Please institute this proposal as soon as possible. It is NOT censorship to feature media content created by independent journalists at local IMCs instead of letting Nazis and pornbots dominate the newswire. If there is a newswire (which should be changed to the King George IV proposal ASAP too), it should remain one link away from the center page. The global indymedia site is not a place for people to flame-war, it is a place to gather and disseminate information that is lost in the corporate media. Putting this proposal into place will make Indymedia a valid daily source for news and commentary across the globe, and threaten government tools and their corporate masters far more than the current shitty message board/USENET redux does currently. All of those who complain about so-called "censorship" ignore the fact that indymedia was expressly created to feature news and opinion from a grassroots, non-corporate perspective, not to serve as a free-for-all message board subject to state and Nazi manipulation. There are a billion places on the internet for that kind of garbage; not indymedia. In fact, a global newswire is even fairly undemocratic itself since it give more power to the poster than one who posts at a local site. This is because many people will come to the global site first, and those who post their are rewarded by people seeing their posts more often. Its like the assholes who spam every single IMC newswire with their pet story. Its rude and authoritarian. Indymedia should be as bottom-up a process as possible. Local should have open publishing newswires, more locals should be formed, but the global site, to give a fair voice to all, should only feature the work of the many, many volunteers who put features together that makes indymedia more than a bullshit flame site. Otherwise, indymedia will always be extremely subject to disinformation and those who look to discredit it. The sacred cow of "censorhip" is nothing more than an excuse for people to act childlishly here, like they can across the internet. If we want to change the world, we'd better get serious. ====== A Question to Tech People (english) by someone 2:11pm Tue Apr 2 '02 Would it be possible to have two newswires stacked in one column, with the top consisting of local features using the proposed new format and the bottom being a continuation of the current newswire? ===== continue? (english) by tom 2:19pm Tue Apr 2 '02 "continuation of the current newswire"? Why do we want a continuation of that? It's been coopted by Nazis and right-wing fucks. We can do better than to just continue it. The front page should have the features newswire only to highlight all of the great features being done at the locals. If people want to troll-bait, flame, and post Nazi propaganda, there are a billion other places to do that. Indymedia "is a collective of independent media organizations and hundreds of journalists offering grassroots, non-corporate coverage. Indymedia is a democratic media outlet for the creation of radical, accurate, and passionate tellings of truth." Corporate reposts, Hitler worshiping, link-pimping, and whiny flamewars are none of the above. ====== Fascist/Racist Spam Page (english) by KD 2:20pm Tue Apr 2 '02 Having a dedicated space for the best from the local IMCs is a good idea, but I can imagine "editorial" problems with cliques and so on. I like the free-for-all aspect of the newswire. There's lots of great stuff. But I am getting sick of all the fascist/racist crap. How about this as a technical fix - in addition to the local IMC space: Add a new button next to the Publish button on the Publishing Form. The new button is called Publish Fascist/Racist Spam, and it sends the post to the Fascist/Racist Spam Page. (Or maybe it sends it to National Review or someplace like that.) If someone posts Fascist/Racist Spam to the regular newswire three times, they get barred from further posting to the regular newswire. Would this work? Would IMC be able to identify and block Fascist/Racist Spammers on the regular newswire? Would there have to be some sort of appeals court for spammers who don't like being relegated to the Fascist/Racist Spam Page? ===== yes, little ant's idea will work (english) by marco 2:25pm Tue Apr 2 '02 Little ant, that will work and you'll be able to do that. If you click the part that says \open wire\, every time you go to http://www.indymedia.org it'll bring that page to you unless you click \highlights\ and then it'll always bring you to the highlights page every time you go to http://www.indymedia.org I hope that was clear. I tried to read back just now and I almost have no idea what I'm talking about. Basically whichever one you opt for once will be there until you click for the other one. So there will be a bunch of people who will have the newswire as their default. I'm sure the anti-semites, goons, anti-semite goons and people who act like anti-semites and goons will still try to take advantage of an assault on their senses, but any moment they don't like it, they can click on the highlights one and basically never have to deal with those blithering idiots anymore. The techies who coded this idea had no idea at first how brilliant this was going to be. They were just trying to make the best of a horrid situation. But then, isn't that usually the way? marco www.freespeech.org/kokopeli/musicforfree... ====== Re: Fascist/Racist Spam Page (english) by . 2:30pm Tue Apr 2 '02 I could only go along with that if Leninists were defined as Fascists. Followers of murderous totalitarian idelogies are all one breed, irregardless of the colors of their flags. People who call moderate Republicans "Nazis" while bedding down with Maoists make me want to vomit. Blocking people would require logging of ISPs. That's a bad idea all around. Does everyone remember what happened in Seattle shortly after the Summit of the Americas? ===== yay! (english) by barry 2:36pm Tue Apr 2 '02 that looks great! organisation is NOT censorship. and people are always welcome to join editorial collectives - if you can submit an article, you can join an editorial collective. ==== Right on! (english) by anenome of the state 3:36pm Tue Apr 2 '02 Right on. Let's get that Nazi nonsense of the wire. I'm in consensus on this!!!! ==== was thinking about an IMC meta site (english) by metamatrix 7:55pm Tue Apr 2 '02 and thought this... Newswire: The newswire would be a meta-newswire of selected content from all IMCs. Members of the various regional collectives would publish pointers to stories on their sites by supplying information for the following fields: (a) title, (b) story summary, (c) story type (eg. article, audio, video or picture), (d) web address (URL of the original story), (e) the language of the story (eg. english, french or spanish, etc.), (f) the publish password for that collective (should be same as the admin password for the regional site) When this information had been submitted the newswire would add it to the top of the heap in the form: TITLE, REGIONAL IMC NAME, TIME STAMP and the link would be directly to the story on the regional site. That way we would end up with a newswire of what each regional collective considered the best posts to their newswire (or at least the ones they felt should be pushed to the national newswire). Obviously it we be nice to add a simple "Push to global newswire" tick box to the story admin page of the regional sites. Perhaps this could be a design consideration for Active2. For now I think we should just plan on having a publish form similar to every other leading to an alternate newswire. This is a deceptively simple project which I think a number of areas would be interested in adopting (think Global, USA, EU, etc.) It would be nice to allow newswire filters by regional IMC (ie. get a listing of all the Alberta stories, etc.). Multi-language support is important -- we should provide English, French and Spanish etc. ====== NAZI PUNKS FUCK OFF!! (english) by Not Jello 7:57pm Tue Apr 2 '02 I love Indymedia but I can not stand the anti-Jewish Nazi attitudes we are spammed with. I think these are really dumb skinheads who just do not realize that this is not a rightwing hate site. I am sickened by what is happening to the Palestinians right now, but I love my Jewish brothers and sisters. I was raised Christian and I am sickened by the acts of many Christian and Muslim groups but I do not hate Cristians. It is that simple. ===== Yes, get the crap off (english) by elokey-i 8:09pm Tue Apr 2 '02 wow, waaay back when I used to live in Seattle the stupid neo-nazi/homophobic/anti-semitic/sexist crap made me stop looking at IMC. Now I have a friend in Palestine and I'd like some news please, so yes, consensus from this NYC anti-authoritarian. Openness is good; allowing yourselves to be abused isn't! clean it up, stop the cointelpro/skinhead *@&*&&^ from degrading these fine sites. for the velorution elokey-i ====== And those independent of IMCs? (english) by uas 10:41pm Tue Apr 2 '02 hope4a@yahoo.com How will this work for those of us who are putting up artwork (for instance), but aren't representing any IMC? I've been posting artwork for my syndicate for maybe a year now, but I remain unaffiliated with any IMC. unmediated artists syndicate ======= Brilliant (english) by Jim 12:47am Wed Apr 3 '02 Great change. It allows people to choose if they want to view the features newswire or the open publishing wire. That means the open publishing wire will be available for everyone, all the time, just like it is now, but so will a collection of featured stories from the 70 IMCs everywhere. Nice way to deal with the situation. I'm hoping there will soon be other steps made to give us (site readers who don't want to see nazi spam all the time) a way to highlight articles that are good and shelve the ones that aren't, like the Philadelphia IMC site does. Not to replace the open newswire, but as another choice. I think the fact that this is the proposal Indymedia is making to deal with all the racist/fascist posts, rather than to eliminate the newswire entirely or to make it something that is completely moderated by indymedia editors, speaks very positively for Indymedia. It's a solution to deal with the problem that allows for more choices by readers rather than less. ------------------ Rather than waging a “war on terror” the Israeli soldiers looked as if they had entered the wilderness of occupation, just as they did in Lebanon back in 1982, when “Closed Military Areas” were about as common — and worthless — as confetti. The Palestinians hid in their homes, shutters down, eyes peering from behind blinds, occasionally sneaking on to a balcony to wave when they saw a Westerner in the street. A few children could be seen running between houses. At what age, I wonder, does war transmute itself from a game into a tragedy? Farce and terror in the ‘closed area’ of Ramallah By Robert Fisk, Special to Arab News RAMALLAH, 3 April — Journalists were ordered out of Ramallah late on Sunday night. It’s an old trick. Whenever the Israeli Army wants to stop us seeing what they’re up to, out comes that most preposterous exercise in military law-on-the-hoof: The “Closed Military Area”. So Monday was a good day to do the opposite, to go look at what Israel’s army was up to. And I can well see why it didn’t want reporters around. A slog down a gravel-covered hillside not far from an Israeli checkpoint, a clamber over rocks and mud and a hitched ride to the Palestinian refugee camp of Al-Amari on the edge of Ramallah told its own story; a tale of terrified civilians and roaring tanks and kids throwing stones at Israeli Jeeps, just as they did before Oslo and all the other false hopes which the Americans and the Israelis and Arafat brought to the region. Rather than waging a “war on terror” the Israeli soldiers looked as if they had entered the wilderness of occupation, just as they did in Lebanon back in 1982, when “Closed Military Areas” were about as common — and worthless — as confetti. The Palestinians hid in their homes, shutters down, eyes peering from behind blinds, occasionally sneaking on to a balcony to wave when they saw a Westerner in the street. A few children could be seen running between houses. At what age, I wonder, does war transmute itself from a game into a tragedy? It was a gray, cold, wet day for a “war on terror” and the first part of the journey followed the usual pattern of farce and fear. There were Palestinians aplenty walking down the track to the old quarry south of Ramallah. The Israelis know all about this little by-pass, of course, but usually can’t be bothered to control it. To tell the truth, it was an Israeli officer at the nearby checkpoint at Kalandia on Easter Sunday who smilingly advised me to enter Ramallah by this little track. And beyond a pile of boulders and dirt and concrete blocks — long ago piled up by the Israelis — was a minibus driver who promised a trip to the Ramallah Hotel. It was, of course, too good to be true. No sooner had we reached the Al-Amari refugee camp — home under occupation of the Palestinians who originally fled their homes in what is now Israel in 1948 — than the drivers’ courage drained away. A woman called Nadia and her tiny son offered me a guided tour through the camp. There were young men in the streets, tough young men in parkas and jeans who were watching every side road and alley. And there were children around the camp, shrieking with excitement and fear every time an Israeli border police Jeep drove towards them. Everyone was waiting for the Israeli raid to begin. It was a doctor who offered me a lift to central Ramallah, a journey we accomplished with considerable anxiety, driving slowly down the side roads, skidding to a halt when we caught sight of a tank barrel poking from behind apartment blocks, forever looking upwards at the wasp-like Apache helicopters that flew in twos over the city. Our car bumped over the tank tracks gouged into the tarred roads. The nearer we got to the center, the fewer people we saw. Downtown Ramallah was a ghost town. So Oslo has come to this. There were the usual claims of house vandalization and some rather more disturbing allegations of theft by Israeli troops — “baseless incitement whipped up by the Palestinian Authority,” went the Israeli reply, which might have been more impressive had Israeli troops not stolen cars and vandalized homes during their invasion of southern Lebanon in 1982. Then, for the few journalists left at the Ramallah Hotel — and a clutch of largely French and Italian peace “activists” (earrings and Palestinian scarves, and in one case a nose ring, being in profusion) — came the moment of high drama and utter comedy. A Merkava tank, roaring like a lion, drove slowly to the front of the hotel and then, very slowly, swiveled its barrel towards the front door. Peaceniks charged back into the foyer, screaming at reporters to stand in the road holding their passports above their heads. And that, I suppose, is what the occupation of Ramallah is all about. All day, the streets vibrated to the sound of armor. Between apartment blocks and villas we could watch the Merkavas clattering between trees or veering off the highway into fields. On a hill above the city, another tank sat hull down in the mud, its barrel pointing towards Arafat’s scorched headquarters prison. The matchstick snap of a rifle would be followed by the bellow of a shell or the sound of a heavy machine-gun. And then the empty world would return to birdsong and the faint buzz of an Apache high above us. With little time before dusk, leaving Ramallah was even more farcical and dramatic than entering. With a small group of French and Italian journalists, I slogged through the afternoon sun for more than an hour before realizing we were lost. True to its nature, war can be a surreal creature and so there we were by late afternoon, marching — all smiles — towards two Israeli tanks, whose frightened crews were huddling between their vehicles, opening their ready-to-eat ration packs. Less surreal — far more real, in fact, — was the Merkava tank which came thrashing down a lane toward us an hour later. There was much flourishing of European passports and timid waving before the hatched-down beast passed us in a blue fog of spitting stones at 30km an hour. Yet the Palestinian families on our six-mile journey out of town would creep from their front doors and wave to us and offer us coffee. A child ran across a field, chasing a horse, and a clutch of families walked gingerly between houses, watching for the slightest glimpse of the Israelis. One old man drove a mule up a side road with a broad smile. And I realized then, I think, that it was these ordinary people, the families and the old man and the child with the horse, who are the real resistance to the Israelis — those who refuse to be intimidated from their equally ordinary lives. So if this was a “war on terror”, it was a little difficult to know who was the more terrorized in Ramallah Monday: The Palestinians, or the Israeli soldiers who have gone to war for Sharon. (The Independent) ========== do something now (english) by ad 3:10pm Tue Apr 2 '02 Cut and paste the following text into an email, make the necessary changes for your country, and email it to the office of your political leader. The idea is to have a massive influx of public opinion to the leaders' offices. If anybody's into it, please post email links to your country's leaders below, so that the whole operation could be launched from this page. Mr. Prime Minister, As you are aware, the situation in Israel and the Occupied Territories has escalated to a dangerous level. According to the latest news reports, journalists have been ordered out of Ramallah. As a citizen of Canada I strongly urge you, Mr. Prime Minister, to exert maximum diplomatic pressure on the Israeli government to allow journalists to remain in the Occupied Territories in order to document the ongoings there and to thereby help prevent what I am sure you will agree could be a catastrophe in the making. I remind you that this is a matter of urgence as the situation changes on an hourly basis. Sincerely, - Office of the Prime Minister of Canada E-mail: pm@pm.gc.ca Fax: 613-941-6900 Office of the Prime Minister 80 Wellington Street Ottawa K1A 0A2 ======== busted again liars (english) by zzz 5:31pm Tue Apr 2 '02 According to 99% of the posters on this site, there are no liberal reporters in mainstream media anywhere... UNLESS... Scan the newswires.. When a leftist likes the content of a Reuters/AP/AFP/etc.. article it's ok and all the other leftists clap along. When the leftists don't like the content, there is no possible way that it's true if it has been published by one of those same sources (in fact it's most likely a CIA/MOSSAD/CSIS/FSB plant). --------------------- Chomsky interviewed on Palestine {4-2-02} (english) by Z NET 7:40pm Tue Apr 2 '02 It is convenient in the US, and the West, to blame Israel and particularly Sharon, but that is unfair and hardly honest. Many of Sharon's worst atrocities were carried out under Labor governments. Peres comes close to Sharon as a war criminal. Furthermore, the prime responsibility lies in Washington, and has for 30 years. That is true of the general diplomatic framework, and also of particular actions. Israel can act within the limits established by the master in Washington, rarely beyond. Interview With Chomsky (by Z Magazine) In Depth Discussion on Israel/Palestine April 2, 2002 Z: Is there a qualitative change in what's happening now? I think there is a qualitative change. The goal of the Oslo process was accurately described in 1998 by Israeli academic Shlomo Ben-Ami just before he joined the Barak government, going on to become Barak's chief negotiator at Camp David in summer 2000. Ben-Ami observed that "in practice, the Oslo agreements were founded on a neo-colonialist basis, on a life of dependence of one on the other forever." With these goals, the Clinton-Rabin-Peres agreements were designed to impose on the Palestinians "almost total dependence on Israel," creating "an extended colonial situation," which is expected to be the "permanent basis" for "a situation of dependence." The function of the Palestinian Authority (PA) was to control the domestic population of the Israeli-run neocolonial dependency. That is the way the process unfolded, step by step, including the Camp David suggestions. The Clinton-Barak stand (left vague and unambiguous) was hailed here as "remarkable" and "magnanimous," but a look at the facts made it clear that it was -- as commonly described in Israel -- a Bantustan proposal; that is presumably the reason why maps were carefully avoided in the US mainstream. It is true that Clinton-Barak advanced a few steps towards a Bantustan-style settlement of the kind that South Africa instituted in the darkest days of Apartheid. Just prior to Camp David, West Bank Palestinians were confined to over 200 scattered areas, and Clinton-Barak did propose an improvement: consolidation to three cantons, under Israeli control, virtually separated from one another and from the fourth canton, a small area of East Jerusalem, the center of Palestinian life and of communications in the region. And of course separated from Gaza, where the outcome was left unclear. But now that plan has apparently been shelved in favor of demolition of the PA. That means destruction of the institutions of the potential Bantustan that was planned by Clinton and his Israeli partners; in the last few days, even a human rights center. The Palestinian figures who were designated to be the counterpart of the Black leaders of the Bantustans are also under attack, though not killed, presumably because of the international consequences. The prominent Israeli scholar Ze'ev Sternhell writes that the government "is no longer ashamed to speak of war when what they are really engaged in is colonial policing, which recalls the takeover by the white police of the poor neighborhoods of the blacks in South Africa during the apartheid era." This new policy is a regression below the Bantustan model of South Africa 40 years ago to which Clinton-Rabin-Peres-Barak and their associates aspired in the Oslo "peace process." None of this will come as a surprise to those who have been reading critical analyses for the past 10 years, including plenty of material posted regularly on Znet, reviewing developments as they proceeded. Exactly how the Israeli leadership intends to implement these programs is unclear -- to them too, I presume. It is convenient in the US, and the West, to blame Israel and particularly Sharon, but that is unfair and hardly honest. Many of Sharon's worst atrocities were carried out under Labor governments. Peres comes close to Sharon as a war criminal. Furthermore, the prime responsibility lies in Washington, and has for 30 years. That is true of the general diplomatic framework, and also of particular actions. Israel can act within the limits established by the master in Washington, rarely beyond. Z: What is the meaning of March 30th's Security Council Resolution? The primary issue was whether there would be a demand for immediate Israeli withdrawal from Ramallah and other Palestinian areas that the Israeli army had entered in the current offensive, or at least a deadline for such withdrawal. The US position evidently prevailed: there is only a vague call for "withdrawal of Israeli troops from Palestinian cities," no time frame specified. The Resolution therefore accords with the official US stand, largely reiterated in the press: Israel is under attack and has the right of self-defense, but shouldn't go too far in punishing Palestinians, at least too visibly. The facts -- hardly controversial -- are quite different. Palestinians have been trying to survive under Israeli military occupation, now in its 35th year. It has been harsh and brutal throughout, thanks to decisive US military and economic support, and diplomatic protection, including the barring of the long-standing international consensus on a peaceful political settlement. There is no symmetry in this confrontation, not the slightest, and to frame it in terms of Israeli self-defense goes beyond even standard forms of distortion in the interests of power. The harshest condemnations of Palestinian terror, which are proper and have been for over 30 years, leave these basic facts unchanged. In scrupulously evading the central immediate issues, the March 30 Resolution is similar to the Security Council Resolution of March 12, which elicited much surprise and favorable notice because it not only was not vetoed by the US, in the usual pattern, but was actually initiated by Washington. The Resolution called for a "vision" of a Palestinian state. It therefore did not rise to the level of South Africa 40 years ago when the Apartheid regime did not merely announce a "vision" but actually established Black-run states that were at least as viable and legitimate as what the US and Israel had been planning for the occupied territories. Z: What is the U.S. up to now? What U.S. interests are at stake at this juncture? The US is a global power. What happens in Israel-Palestine is a sidelight. There are many factors entering into US policies. Chief among them in this region of the world is control over the world's major energy resources. The US-Israel alliance took shape in that context. By 1958, the National Security Council concluded that a "logical corollary" of opposition to growing Arab nationalism "would be to support Israel as the only strong pro-Western power left in the Middle East." That is an exaggeration, but an affirmation of the general strategic analysis, which identified indigenous nationalism as the primary threat (as elsewhere in the Third World); typically called "Communist," though it is commonly recognized in the internal record that this is a term of propaganda and that Cold War issues were often marginal, as in the crucial year of 1958. The alliance became firm in 1967, when Israel performed an important service for US power by destroying the main forces of secular Arab nationalism, considered a very serious threat to US domination of the Gulf region. So matters continued, after the collapse of the USSR  as well. By now the US-Israel-Turkey alliance is a centerpiece of US strategy, and Israel is virtually a US military base, also closely integrated with the militarized US high-tech economy. Within that persistent framework, the US naturally supports Israeli repression of the Palestinians and integration of the occupied territories, including the neocolonial project outlined by Ben-Ami, though specific policy choices have to be made depending on circumstances. Right now, Bush planners continue to block steps towards diplomatic settlement, or even reduction of violence; that is the meaning, for example, of their veto of the Dec. 15 2001 Security Council Resolution calling for steps towards implementing the US Mitchell plan and introduction of international monitors to supervise the reduction of violence. For similar reasons, the US boycotted the Dec. 5 international meetings in Geneva (including the EU, even Britain) which reaffirmed that the Fourth Geneva Convention applies to the occupied territories, so that critically important US-Israeli actions there are "grave breaches" of the Convention - war crimes, in simple terms - as the Geneva declaration elaborated. That merely reaffirmed the Security Council Resolution of October 2000 (US abstaining), which held once again that the Convention applied to the occupied territories. That had been the official US position as well, stated formally, for example, by George Bush I when he was UN Ambassador. The US regularly abstains or boycotts in such cases, not wanting to take a public stand in opposition to core principles of international law, particularly in the light of the circumstances under which the Conventions were enacted: to criminalize formally the atrocities of the Nazis, including their actions in the territories they occupied. The media and intellectual culture generally cooperate by their own "boycott" of these unwelcome facts: in particular, the fact that as a High Contracting Party, the US government is legally obligated by solemn treaty to punish violators of the Conventions, including its own political leadership. That's only a small sample. Meanwhile the flow of arms and economic support for maintaining the occupation by force and terror and extending settlements continues without any pause. Z: What's your opinion of the Arab summit? The Arab summit led to general acceptance of the Saudi Arabian plan, which reiterated the basic principles of the long-standing international consensus: Israel should withdraw from the occupied territories in the context of a general peace agreement that would guarantee the right of every state in the region, including Israel and a new Palestinian State, to peace and security within recognized borders (the basic wording of UN 242, amplified to include a Palestinian state). There is nothing new about this. These are the basic terms of the Security Council resolution of January 1976 backed by virtually the entire world, including the leading Arab states, the PLO, Europe, the Soviet bloc, the non-aligned countries -- in fact, everyone who mattered. It was opposed by Israel and vetoed by the US, thereby vetoed from history. Subsequent and similar initiatives from the Arab states, the PLO, and Western Europe were blocked by the US, continuing to the present. That includes the 1981 Fahd plan. That record too has been effectively vetoed from history, for the usual reasons. US rejectionism in fact goes back 5 years earlier, to February 1971, when President Sadat of Egypt offered Israel a full peace treaty in return for Israeli withdrawal from Egyptian territory, not even bringing up Palestinian national rights or the fate of the other occupied territories. Israel's Labor government recognized this as a genuine peace offer, but decided to reject it, intending to extend its settlements to northeastern Sinai; that it soon did, with extreme brutality, the immediate cause for the 1973 war. The plan for the Palestinians under military occupation was described frankly to his Cabinet colleagues by Moshe Dayan, one of the Labor leaders more sympathetic to the Palestinian plight. Israel should make it clear that "we have no solution, you shall continue to live like dogs, and whoever wishes may leave, and we will see where this process leads." Following that recommendation, the guiding principle of the occupation has been incessant and degrading humiliation, along with torture, terror, destruction of property, displacement and settlement, and takeover of basic resources, crucially water. Sadat's 1971offer conformed to official US policy, but Kissinger succeeded in instituting his preference for what he called "stalemate": no negotiations, only force. Jordanian peace offers were also dismissed. Since that time, official US policy has kept to the international consensus on withdrawal (until Clinton, who effectively rescinded UN resolutions and considerations of international law); but in practice, policy has followed the Kissinger guidelines, accepting negotiations only when compelled to do so, as Kissinger was after the near-debacle of the 1973 war for which he shares major responsibility, and under the conditions that Ben-Ami articulated. Official doctrine instructs us to focus attention on the Arab summit, as if the Arab states and the PLO are the problem, in particular, their intention to drive Israel into the sea. Coverage presents the basic problem as vacillation, reservations, and qualifications in the Arab world. There is little that one can say in favor of the Arab states and the PLO, but these claims are simply untrue, as a look at the record quickly reveals. The more serious press recognized that the Saudi plan largely reiterated the Saudi Fahd Plan of 1981, claiming that that initiative was undermined by Arab refusal to accept the existence of Israel. The facts are again quite different. The 1981 plan was undermined by an Israeli reaction that even its mainstream press condemned as "hysterical," backed by the US. That includes Shimon Peres and other alleged doves, who warned that acceptance of the Fahd plan would "threaten Israel's very existence." An indication of the hysteria is the reaction of Israel's President Haim Herzog, also considered a dove. He charged that the "real author" of the Fahd plan was the PLO, and that it was even more extreme than the January 1976 Security Council resolution that was "prepared by" the PLO, at the time when he was Israel's UN Ambassador. These claims can hardly be true, but they are an indication of the desperate fear of a political settlement on the part of Israeli doves, backed throughout by the US. The basic problem then, as now, traces back to Washington, which has persistently backed Israel's rejection of a political settlement in terms of the broad international consensus, reiterated in essentials in the current Saudi proposals. Until such elementary facts as these are permitted to enter into discussion, displacing the standard misrepresentation and deceit, discussion is mostly beside the point. And we should not be drawn into it -- for example, by implicitly accepting the assumption that developments at the Arab summit are a critical problem. They have significance, of course, but it is secondary. The primary problems are right here, and it is our responsibility to face them and deal with them, not to displace them to others. -------------------- Journal axes gene research on Jews and Palestinians (english) by Guardian 2:00pm Fri Mar 29 '02 (Modified on 5:34pm Fri Mar 29 '02) It took them that long to find this out. Now if only we can convince the bible-thumpers. A keynote research paper showing that Middle Eastern Jews and Palestinians are genetically almost identical has been pulled from a leading journal. Academics who have already received copies of Human Immunology have been urged to rip out the offending pages and throw them away. Such a drastic act of self-censorship is unprecedented in research publishing and has created widespread disquiet, generating fears that it may involve the suppression of scientific work that questions Biblical dogma. 'I have authored several hundred scientific papers, some for Nature and Science, and this has never happened to me before,' said the article's lead author, Spanish geneticist Professor Antonio Arnaiz-Villena, of Complutense University in Madrid. 'I am stunned.' British geneticist Sir Walter Bodmer added: 'If the journal didn't like the paper, they shouldn't have published it in the first place. Why wait until it has appeared before acting like this?' The journal's editor, Nicole Sucio-Foca, of Columbia University, New York, claims the article provoked such a welter of complaints over its extreme political writing that she was forced to repudiate it. The article has been removed from Human Immunology's website, while letters have been written to libraries and universities throughout the world asking them to ignore or 'preferably to physically remove the relevant pages'. Arnaiz-Villena has been sacked from the journal's editorial board. Dolly Tyan, president of the American Society of Histocompatibility and Immunogenetics, which runs the journal, told subscribers that the society is 'offended and embarrassed'. The paper, 'The Origin of Palestinians and their Genetic Relatedness with other Mediterranean Populations', involved studying genetic variations in immune system genes among people in the Middle East. In common with earlier studies, the team found no data to support the idea that Jewish people were genetically distinct from other people in the region. In doing so, the team's research challenges claims that Jews are a special, chosen people and that Judaism can only be inherited. Jews and Palestinians in the Middle East share a very similar gene pool and must be considered closely related and not genetically separate, the authors state. Rivalry between the two races is therefore based 'in cultural and religious, but not in genetic differences', they conclude. But the journal, having accepted the paper earlier this year, now claims the article was politically biased and was written using 'inappropriate' remarks about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. Its editor told the journal Nature last week that she was threatened by mass resignations from members if she did not retract the article. Arnaiz-Villena says he has not seen a single one of the accusations made against him, despite being promised the opportunity to look at the letters sent to the journal. He accepts he used terms in the article that laid him open to criticism. There is one reference to Jewish 'colonists' living in the Gaza strip, and another that refers to Palestinian people living in 'concentration' camps. 'Perhaps I should have used the words settlers instead of colonists, but really, what is the difference?' he said. 'And clearly, I should have said refugee, not concentration, camps, but given that I was referring to settlements outside of Israel - in Syria and Lebanon - that scarcely makes me anti-Jewish. References to the history of the region, the ones that are supposed to be politically offensive, were taken from the Encyclopaedia Britannica, and other text books.' In the wake of the journal's actions, and claims of mass protests about the article, several scientists have now written to the society to support Arnaiz-Villena and to protest about their heavy-handedness. One of them said: 'If Arnaiz-Villena had found evidence that Jewish people were genetically very special, instead of ordinary, you can be sure no one would have objected to the phrases he used in his article. This is a very sad business.' http://www.observer.co.uk/  international/story/0,6903,605798,00.html ========== fascinating article... (english) by dannette 2:42pm Fri Mar 29 '02 lady_w_fan@yahoo.com for people looking to prove zionism is racism, in its relationship to palestine, this article is demonstrative. i'll be sure to share it with others. i do have a couple questions, though. 1) aren't we homosapien sapiens pretty much all genetically the same, with only neglible differences? and what sort of ways are which jewish and other middle eastern people common, whereas the others of us are so different? 2) also, there are germanic, slavic, and indo-european jews... are all these people genetically practically identical to their middle eastern brethren and sistren, according to the study? this whole discussion is fairly over my head but these are the curious concepts that leap out at me. perhaps i could get in touch with the lead author on these questions. thanks! ======== the author (english) by Mahakaal 3:00pm Fri Mar 29 '02 The name of the author is Robin Mckie. And the only contact information I could find can be found here http://www.observer.co.uk/contacts/  page/0,7646,327121,00.html ======== This Doesn't Make Sense (english) by Bible Thumper 3:04pm Fri Mar 29 '02 "Such a drastic act of self-censorship is unprecedented in research publishing and has created widespread disquiet, generating fears that it may involve the suppression of scientific work that questions Biblical dogma." If my Sunday School memories are correct, Isaac and Ishmael, the founders of the respective Jewish and Arab lines, were brothers. Doesn't this research, assuming it is sound, actually reinforce Biblical dogma? ======= Bible thumper (english) by Mahakaal 3:21pm Fri Mar 29 '02 I think what was implied is that there is no such thing as a "chosen people". And that particular "concept" is rascist. Also if there were not so much blind Christian zionist(an oxymoron?) support for the state of Israel, things would have been amicably solved a long time ago. That was the premise I believe. I leave you with a quote from Kissinger, "I ask Rabin to make concessions, and he says he can't because Israel is too weak. So I give him arms, and he says he doesn't need to make concessions because Israel is strong"-Delibrate Deceptions Oh, you are right about the fact that there is no genetic difference between "Jews" and "Arabs".No sarcasm intended. ========= Thats right Bible Thumper (english) by vish varnay 3:35pm Fri Mar 29 '02 Your are so correct Ishmael and Isaac were brothers. But remember one was a Bastard Child. ======= UC San Francisco doing same research (english) by Spider Jerusalem 3:41pm Fri Mar 29 '02 And so far, they dont appear to be self-censoring anything. http://www.oasistv.com/news/12-6-01-story-2.asp Get over it, Zionazis! If you're the "chosen people" then so are the Palestinians (whether or recognize their state or not), because they're your blood brothers. *Sj ========== They all look alike to me (english) by Harry 5:34pm Fri Mar 29 '02 They just dress different.  ------------------------- http://csf.colorado.edu/mail/pen-l/2002I/msg02081.html RE: Origins of 'Dutch Disease' by Devine, James 25 February 2002 15:56 UTC Schaap forwards the following web-page on the "dutch disease." And, I was right, it wasn't oil but natural gas. http://www.aims.ca/Publications/ gift/remittance.html here's the text, without graphs: Looking the Gift Horse in the Mouth: The Impact of Federal Transfers on Atlantic Canada by Fred McMahon AIMS Senior Policy Analyst [query: what is AIMS?] - Chapter 2 - The Remittance Region: Dutch Disease and the Atlantic Ailment [T]ransfer payments have in one form or another have never lived up to expectations in terms of creating a more self-reliant economy. Why this is so is not clear because of the nature of the data. There is an obvious need for more research in this area. (Savoie and Winter, 1993, pg. 8) Beginning in the late 1960s, the Dutch economy was damaged by what should have been good news -- the discovery of natural gas in the Slochteren offshore fields. Offshore revenues did not increase the economy's productivity, but the inflow of these revenues led to an appreciation of the guilder; 8 the price of domestically produced goods rose relative to the price of foreign goods, a deviation from purchasing power parity. Dutch exports were suppressed and imports replaced domestically produced goods; output and employment fell, particularly in the trade-oriented sectors of the economy. This phenomenon came to be known as Dutch disease. Dutch disease can be a particularly debilitating economic malady because of the crucial role the trade sector plays in economic growth. A version of Dutch disease can be traced back to the 14th century when the influx of new world precious metals had a similar impact on Spain's key cloth and cereal industries, though their decline was hastened by a number of other counterproductive policy moves on the part of the monarchy. Britain's North Sea oil discovery had something of the same consequences for the British economy, although oil and gas exports represented only a small part of Britain's GDP. Nonetheless, some of Britain's economic stagnation in the 1970s may, in part, be traced to the rise of offshore revenues; declines in oil prices may have been partly responsible for the economy's renewed strength in the 1980s. "Analysts were puzzled by the combination [in the 1980s] of an apparently healthy British economy (particularly in the export sector), large capital outflows, and a pound at record lows against the dollar"" (Yarbrough and Yarbrough, pg. 632). 9 The inflow of funds due to a petrochemical bonanza is comparable to an inflow due to net government regional subsidies, or virtually any other type of inflow where the largest part of the inflow is unrelated to the productive aspects of the economy. 10 (This is particularly true of petrochemical money in times of suppressed supply, when price is unrelated to and far exceeds the cost of production, producing wind-fall revenues for the producing country which flow into the country both through the profits of the producers and through tax revenues.) Winter (1990), while not referring to Dutch disease, showed how a similar mechanism was at work with regional subsidies. His insight was straightforward and intuitive. One can visualize, he says, the flow of regional subsidies into the region as a flow of goods and services. This goes a long way to explaining the negative impact of regional subsidies. As Winter says, "You can imagine the impact on a dairy farmer in this region if Ontario decided to supply us with free milk." In other words, as noted in the previous chapter, the flow of money into the region in a pure accounting sense must go to buy goods and services produced outside the region and this suppresses demand for locally produced goods - the Atlantic Ailment. In a nation with its own currency, the balance between financial and product flows works through a currency appreciation, which makes imports more competitive than many domestically produced products. The fact that the same balance is required in the face of massive regional subsidies leads to a strong prediction that increases in regional subsidies of the magnitude under consideration must be accompanied by an increase in relative pay rates. The prediction is precisely borne out by the data. Graph 5 shows that Atlantic Canadian relative pay rates moved sharply upwards in the early 1970s coinciding with the rise in regional subsidies. (Consistent data for Graph 5 is available only to 1982; see also Graph 7.) The mechanisms leading to higher relative wages are not difficult to understand. Courchene (1995, pg. 125) estimates that total federal transfers equal at least 50 per cent of all wages and salaries for each of the Atlantic provinces, save Nova Scotia, where the total is in the mid-40 per cent range. The profusion of government work, government subsidized work and make-work programs effectively subsidized by unemployment insurance would force local employers to raise pay rates to compete with these alternatives. As well, by increasing the regional endowment of wealth, the relative value of leisure increased. Mansell and Copithorne (1986) and Vanderkamp (1986) provide an overview of the literature on the impact of federal programs, particularly UI, on wages in Atlantic Canada; the DRM Advisory Group study on export oriented firms (1994, pg. 207) cites "wage rate and other forms of government competition" as a factor weakening the region's ability to export. (See Chapter 3 for a brief discussion of wage pressures and the existence of "voluntary" unemployment implied here.) Chapter 1 discussed the fact that Atlantic Canadian producers were unable to pass rising wages on to prices. Squeezed between rising wages and price resistance, standard economic theory would predict that regional employers would be forced to reduce employment. This contention is well supported by the data. The gap between Canadian and Atlantic Canadian unemployment rates doubled in the early 1970s and the number of hours employed Atlantic Canadians worked weekly declined relative to the rest of the country. (See Graphs 5 and 6; consistent data for Graph 6 is available back only to 1966.) Not all transfer programs are equal in their impact. This research examines the whole package of regional subsidies, but it is highly likely that the unemployment insurance program - which is an important component of regional subsidies and offers extended benefits in Atlantic Canada - is disproportionately responsible for the labour market impact, though other regional subsidies certainly played a role. UI subsidized long periods of unemployment, enabling workers easily to trade off work for leisure; it supported part-year employment industries; and it allowed workers to lengthen their search time. There has been excellent research done on the UI program, in particular its negative impact on regional employment; see in particular May and Hollet (1995) and May and Gunderson (1996). As Vanderkamp (1986, p. 100-101) notes: Suppose that an industry has been hit by an unexpected decline which will produce a 50 per cent reduction in output and employment unless there is a dramatic lowering of the wage rate. For the typical worker, a six-month layoff will still generate 80 per cent of the normal annual income before tax (with 60 per cent unemployment insurance replacement), and the after-tax situation is likely to be better. Moreover, the six-month layoff may be worth something in terms of leisure and related activities. As a result wage reduction is likely to be unacceptable .... As regional subsidies were reduced in the 1980s, relative regional pay rates moved downwards, but only with a lag. (See Graph 7; Statistics Canada data calculations were changed in 1983 and, rather than artificially trying to join the differing series, I thought it more accurate to show the series separately.) Many economists believe pay rates are far stickier downwards than upwards, and this may help explain the lag. More troubling, the gap between Atlantic Canada's and Canada's unemployment rates has not narrowed with the decline in regional subsidies. This may be because a) the most serious labour market distortions, those created by UI, have not been subjected to serious reform, at least until the recent Employment Insurance reform package, though many argue these reforms are far from adequate, and b) many economists believe that once unemployment rates are increased - even if by apparently temporary factors - there is a tendency for unemployment to stick at a higher level for at least a time, though it is well beyond the scope of this work to review this voluminous and controversial literature. The discussion of wage rates in Atlantic Canada leads to another prediction with even more negative consequences for the region. Put very loosely, the theory of factor price equalization, as it relates to labour and capital, states that a poor region with low pay, excess labour, and low capital intensity will attract additional capital due to the potential savings on labour costs. Price of labour, wages, is equalized among regions. The problem for this region is that artificially inflated wages would lead to the prediction that movement of capital to the region would be discouraged as wage rates rose. Again, this prediction is supported by the facts. (Graph 8 shows the development of business capital spending over the full period under consideration; Graph 9 shows capital spending in relation to the wage and earnings series-consistent data for these labour series is available only between 1961 and 1982.) The gap in per capita business investment between Atlantic Canada and Canada was narrowing in the 1960s, though the graph seems to suggest some cyclical component. This cyclical component may be partly responsible for the narrowing in the late 1960s. Nonetheless, after the dramatic rise in regional subsidies and the region's relative increase in wages, the gap between regional and national per capita business investment doubled on average. It's troubling that the gap did not decline in the 1980s but some of the wage stickiness discussed earlier may be at work, and it is also possible that the graph does show evidence of a secular decline in the gap in the late 1980s. Government investment in Atlantic Canada has been above the national average for most of the period. (See Graph 10.) However, on a per capita basis the gap favouring Atlantic Canada in government investment is minute compared to the gap in business investment. (See Graph 11.) And, while much government investment doubtless went to worthwhile infrastructure projects, there is little evidence that government infrastructure grew more dynamically in Atlantic Canada than in the rest of Canada during this period. The lack of a twinned commercial highway through the region by itself suggests this. Much of what was entered as government investment went to overbuilding fishing industry infrastructure, to the support of declining industries, and to what would be better described as make-work projects. It is beyond the scope of this work to investigate in depth what government entered as investment on its books, but this certainly would make an interesting topic for future research. This chapter has outlined how the massive increase in subsidies in the 1970s might be expected to suppress economic growth through what might loosely be termed an "appreciation" effect. A number of predictions fall out of this analysis and they are consistently borne out by the data: relative economic growth rates, net exports, pay rates, unemployment rates, hours worked and investment levels all move abruptly and significantly in the direction and at the time predicted. ----------------- I would humbly suggest that this analysis has very little to do with the 'Dutch disease' but is rather an attempt to use a kind of 'flavour of the month' economic fad to attempt to discredit region development policies in support of neo-liberal economic orthodoxy. I actually wrote two books on the subject, the last published in the early 1980s and have reviewed a number of studies that deal with this topic since, but whatever the pros and cons of Canadian regional development policies have been, I can not see for the life of me what relation they have to the Dutch disease. Paul Phillips, Economics, University of Manitoba ------------Two questions: 1) Can one theoretically avoid Dutch Disease by pricing your natural resource export in dollars, as is commonly done with oil? Wouldn't your currency not immediately appreciate then? And instead you'd build up large dollar reserves? Those latter could cause appreciation of the local currency or local currency inflation depending on how you used them -- but it seems you would also have several policy options to counteract that. And aren't most of the world's primary exports priced in dollars? In which case, aren't the Dutch and the English kind of an exception -- rich countries (with trusted currencies) who are primary product exporters? 2) This article says Dutch disease started in the late 60s. But wouldn't it have had to have waited until 1973 and the breakdown of the Bretton Woods fixed exchange system for this mechanism of currency appreciation to come into play? 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Lure the foarm riverhen Soon, before it's shot. Deep in the bouldered abyss, whitewater sparkle and hiss. Blackfly buzzz Breeze off, bud. Shadows drag thru lofty hummocks, downcast eyes scan granite grit. So Skinhunter's in immanual Lemnos when women in flocks were charmed by his looks. Here are no women but only rocks, saltpeter to pepper Paul's tony rot, amatory not. Easpoor of ostrich, noon, a sneeze on the dusty road. Incense of ripe Pandora. Conjunctive limbo sidesprouts, olfactory bulbs and smelling salts, millions of comets flock pell mell. High in the mountains a shepherd fell. The oui ours of the mourning, when the earthworms turn over in their groves. Tick. Grownless fears of cosmoonauts and seafarers. Tock. Quell her, ate il? Dick's o'cock and all's 'swell. Then one foggy hockey night, from the trouser trolls came the starry messenger. Jumpin jimnosperms! Snatched from the Jawsovass by yr mother's tongue. From the east three wiseguy anchormen rode the airwaves. Blest with inborn terrors of metabolism, stillbeans runt deep. Like true bit players they knocked at every dusty dormatory but never knuckled under. Their progress was filmed over world locations. (Thanks to the gallivanting man and galvanizing women who forged this diskomentary. Honorable cabinetmaker and his unter counterfitters.) Reel whorld, rewind again to the. The unelectable modality of the televisible. You can tell true norths by the swagger of their satellite dish. Loose lip sync ship, admirable. Don't make waves for the only snowplow in Hawaii. Mice eeny attic. Those salami days are hef a yearbook aweigh. Come the revoluption we'll elute to a different drummer, yr insolvency. Hault! Hoo ghosts there? Friend or photon? Mirage, blinded with jalousies. Why would a blind man don a shirt with callers? Bomblast and flustian be darned, it was out of one freudian pun or innuendo. Networks in the howls. Noble gas. Two headaches are better than onions. Maybe now I can get some sleeps. Bone a petit, Aquinas. The moon is rosin, starstrummin. Zodiac is what we dodecadance to. The fairbooted fringe philosopher's second rerun, loitering up Main Street, our fourth instar inveterate. Did ya gettys address, port? The bells I hear. What noose from the felt branches? The infidel castrato. Hoist the bastard to lynch. At the bay of pigs, when the crocketts got hoarse, we hung a second looie. O joyous day! Guillotine of character intoxication. He'll die in vain to get life. We ooh it to ahselves as free radicles. When we had the chance, we shoulda clapped him in the clamor and thrown the book away. Away that kin be spoken of. Come for a spin in the turin machin? That's coit alriot. Ivy forgiven yew. Forgiven even yr good name. Thirty paces de resistance in one silver-tongued battery. Suspended sentences. He looked over his shoulder to see the music box set afire by a very projective patter of young women into which he wanted to insert his twobits before the vending was over. The morel menangerer, that milkywayed saprophyte, is diene to release their bonds. Suffocating spiritual babbage. Coupling chromodynamics and constant static. Wirds like old time on every branch and peeling. A whopping percentage are having sexual problems. Foreign hand worth two in bush. Can we have a bit tweet? Starborn and french bred. You got to be a football hero. Gnawing halfhearted she bit into bone. Alice doesn't live in wonderland anymore. Guth to look up (a field of ups. Hummer and satchel) that article under lingere. But the librarians are stacked agin me. The son is horizon. To the H-Bomb hideaway, where seldom is heard (quark!) a critical mass for the blasted trinity. Old Muddler Hubble's mortal sin. Slap him silicon for missing mess. Cross yr bows. And us? We've got more guts than Great Red Spots. Letus zenopause for refreshmen, ladies and paramedics. Metaphysics. Off kilter, off danzen, oft blunder and gluons. Blame it on crooked politics. Would the nox gassed police state yr name? On the revolutions of the heavenly spheres James L. Swanson Foursquare and several meals a day, our fivefodders and sexmudders went hubbubbling. Lapping each others' behind the back, stretching Hooker's loi on spelt Sealeys, pulling rank. All blamboozy eyed from hidden argentas. In brief, working awed hours. In shorts, shooting the breeze. They wore heaven a hell ova time. From the planes of Noradco-Nozzler to the craters where livers got lillipills. Aegis ago under an avuncular bumbershoot. Handsfull of worriers being taken for a leek, chanting the owed to the tundric urne. Hennypennyone preying oder profitizing mit head huncovered disfiggers the head. Many megatoons before the breakup of our nuclear family. Groined ceiling. War an insade joke, by job. The ridgepole cracked. Yawn knave strutted around the buttress, arrayed like Sullivan in all his glories, dressed to the emcee square. Non fingo hypothico he, uzum erectus oedifuss on a giant edipussy. Einstein's asgard asa newton. Ein zwei dry fear ist argot. Around about the decent of the oracles, he was honked till dief and dumfounded as the farmer in Adelle. (Produce by.) Gossamer inprism hymn. Has hymen many a gander since the kurds wayed in. Couldn't keep up his end of the hind. Brow falling stern, gifted with gab, he gravely gulped a glass of bitters. Them let without salts vomit up the first stone. He was brot some yonder bread, he would not eat. Nor would he drink the water. Urpsprung the countess of Salvary, who dancing dropt her garter. Chaste? Change why to the aye and add e s p. Wood ye be willow to gift up yr stumack while those all round are waisting theirs? Get thee behind me, Romeo. Fowl bowel. He flagged in his randy career. Chest ribbing, madam. Wash you wart. The new groom sleeps clean if the slipper fits. Haul men are crated equal. Spar the rod, spoil the bladder. Snakes in her goldilocks. Laff can be foney, sept when yr tickled to death. Bugs in her ears. You do knead a schoolmarm to vive la difference tween rite and wrung. Incognito ergot soma. Turn Isis. Sis in rut. Now for twinces. Wishupon it were still kosher to green more wives than one. In the stray scent of the verd. Mormon's dozen sweet superstarlets, greglorious as bingo. Double yr pleasure. Ball three. Gnawstick penumbra. Aromatic auspices and flamenoids. Under pain of bread and spread of butter, the sun beat the wind in disrobin the rover. What'll we tell the kids? Derrière de rien. He wired for wine. One percent flockululation, ninety-nine bottles of perspurspiration. She dialed for bread. She raised a skirt. Esau and call trump. Hirsuite? Whiskers, but not on her face. Yeast we forget, he is risen. Waged the rugged tree. Mock my worts. Hair trigger. Ramparts. The master debator went off his nut. Sirens. A moment of inertia. Swing animus. Oldest trick in the book. Who nose what evol? Bock. Take yr base.Ex folio. They gambol in brood delight. A troywate of flint. Tinder's the knight. Such a burn of bushes. Touch wood, punk. Yule remember what happen to the bay what cried wharf. Got dockt. But what happen to the capn who smote his doter by the ocean? Cot the flew with his pants down, dickering with nativity. Was in the end booted out of the gluckkliche farting contest. Atomic piles. Oct, this egg is roi in the muddle. That's the usual sign. If in doubt about what to sacrifice, two ripe melons will suffice. [ Payroll Jelly ] - [ Next ] On the lodestone and magnetic bodies James L. Swanson Of all the firstwater nobs of the second order ever eaten alive by mice, none was more differentiable than Bishop Hatto, who by the way sported a convincing moustache as well. A number of poor harvests during the dork ages compelled the Bishop to herd the peasants into a barn and set whole shooting match on fire. They are like mice, only good to devour the corn. An army of mice subsequently attacked the Bishop, drove him up a wall, and polished him off. There's another one the English won't get. The Latin dictionary found among the remains suggests scholarly inclinations. Cross yr eyes and string the matrix. Then there was the soothsayer who died of laughter at having outlived the predicted hour of his demise. My own trouble began Tuesday. I was headed for the garage to get a shot of O-2. By all vector gauges I have the spin of half a weekling. How did I know the Easter bunny had come? Because of the snickers in my ears. Whispered by what I thought were my brothers in larmes to my sisters in lay. Pass me the knock out drops, I'm drenched to the half shell. Steamed in bed, animal to animal, crooning crybaby songs over Evelyn's keel. She was a mobius stripper at the Klein Bottleneck. Who could desiphon her frumious rosetta bud? Transplanted into the psychopompic vernacula, you could say I ran in native mode to free myself of the combines of investigation. I stopped at the lightbench to trace up some rays. In came the message. Cursors, tinfoiled agleam. Beta Decay Central to Nuclear Burning. The Italian navigator has landed in the new world. Myth america I loan to see you. Fly yr flagel at half staph on doupeltime. I pinched myself to see if my chips were rad hard. Discreet is my muddle name, but what in hell is all the Christian nomanclatter? You look familiar, but I can't replace yr face. My father was a one-lunger poised at top dead center. His father before him was Black Jumbo. My mother was a plutonium blonde. Noticals aslanging, fantom fighters phlying, they evolved by jerks. Bateau ivre. Yea verily tho I walk thru the wallet of the shawdo of Urano I will fear no mushroom clouding my cranston. Tho they leadeth me by still detectors and maketh me lie by corporate coffers, with enough shovels you can dig where I'm coming to. Pluck yr magic twanger, Froggy, and hold him in escrow. He's got his stations of the wires crossed on the way to Boot Hill. Sircharge him with violating Hubble's Law. Read him his columnist's manufesty, Mickey Mantic. Drain him, Bookie. Ignorance is its own excuse. Head crash. As anybody who knows nobody knows, the missing dark matter is composed of dead brain cells. Tubular bells I hear. In one's ear and out the other's. Remember to fall back on polynomial time when it's neither daylight nor dark. Spring forward to exponential time when it's all hands on foot. During the blind man's balmy holoday. O captain mercaptain, sulphur us not the little children. The oui ours of the mourning, when the earthworms turn over in their groves. Tick. Grownless fears of cosmoonauts and seafarers. Tock. Quell her, ate il? Dick's o'cock and all's 'swell. Then one foggy hockey night, from the trouser trolls came the starry messenger. Jumpin jimnosperms! Snatched from the Jawsovass by yr mother's tongue. From the east three wiseguy anchormen rode the airwaves. Blest with inborn terrors of metabolism, stillbeans runt deep. Like true bit players they knocked at every dusty dormatory but never knuckled under. Their progress was filmed over world locations. (Thanks to the gallivanting man and galvanizing women who forged this diskomentary. Honorable cabinetmaker and his unter counterfitters.) Reel whorld, rewind again to the. The unelectable modality of the televisible. You can tell true norths by the swagger of their satellite dish. Loose lip sync ship, admirable. Don't make waves for the only snowplow in Hawaii. Mice eeny attic. Those salami days are hef a yearbook aweigh. Come the revoluption we'll elute to a different drummer, yr insolvency. Hault! Hoo ghosts there? Friend or photon? Mirage, blinded with jalousies. Why would a blind man don a shirt with callers? Bomblast and flustian be darned, it was out of one freudian pun or innuendo. Networks in the howls. Noble gas. Two headaches are better than onions. Maybe now I can get some sleeps. Bone a petit, Aquinas. The moon is rosin, starstrummin. Zodiac is what we dodecadance to. The fairbooted fringe philosopher's second rerun, loitering up Main Street, our fourth instar inveterate. Did ya gettys address, port? The bells I hear. What noose from the felt branches? The infidel castrato. Hoist the bastard to lynch. At the bay of pigs, when the crocketts got hoarse, we hung a second looie. O joyous day! Guillotine of character intoxication. He'll die in vain to get life. We ooh it to ahselves as free radicles. When we had the chance, we shoulda clapped him in the clamor and thrown the book away. Away that kin be spoken of. Come for a spin in the turin machin? That's coit alriot. Ivy forgiven yew. Forgiven even yr good name. Thirty paces de resistance in one silver-tongued battery. Suspended sentences. He looked over his shoulder to see the music box set afire by a very projective patter of young women into which he wanted to insert his twobits before the vending was over. The morel menangerer, that milkywayed saprophyte, is diene to release their bonds. Suffocating spiritual babbage. Coupling chromodynamics and constant static. Wirds like old time on every branch and peeling. A whopping percentage are having sexual problems. Foreign hand worth two in bush. Can we have a bit tweet? Starborn and french bred. You got to be a football hero. Gnawing halfhearted she bit into bone. Alice doesn't live in wonderland anymore. Guth to look up (a field of ups. Hummer and satchel) that article under lingere. But the librarians are stacked agin me. The son is horizon. To the H-Bomb hideaway, where seldom is heard (quark!) a critical mass for the blasted trinity. Old Muddler Hubble's mortal sin. Slap him silicon for missing mess. Cross yr bows. And us? We've got more guts than Great Red Spots. Letus zenopause for refreshmen, ladies and paramedics. Metaphysics. Off kilter, off danzen, oft blunder and gluons. Blame it on crooked politics. Would the nox gassed police state yr name? Harmonies of the world James L. Swanson For whose use is all this equipment if the globe be empty? Kepler Has all the whirl gone fission? Tank Goddard yr still alof. When wind of the surprise party broke, I had an inkling that future generations were a thing of the past. That we'd all fallout and be counted down. Go critical. Seizons greedings from the late twentiest century. What isotopic we disgust toonight? How bad vinters drive out good. Do we still know whose came florist? The adman or the evangelic. Hear the disk drives zinging? Cloud chamber music. Glab yr hair and strike a comedy to beheaded by the ax king. The four fundamental farces (and their victrious humours). Stand up, sit down, be counted, et cetacea. A diealong N times removed. Concerning two cheap world systems, broken down by gender. Liber oils and corn servitors. Tantimount to antapodes. There was faults on both sides. Both lived the same half life. Both imbribed the same riddle. Democracy in auction. Totalitarianism sub Rosa. Mark, with blood, ever the twain shall meet. Apollogists for the old Hebrew cannons, fodder. And the new Missile Xtians. All board, beamed the semiconductor. A doss of strongchum-90 for the milk of yr human kindess, boasted the hostess. A geiger of heavy water from yellerstoan poke? Think if you but will of the owed man and the high c note. Think again but deerper (Maryanna's deerper) of the alter woman. When she ain't kiddin she's calving. Well turned ankles of the bollerina. Once they almost forgot all about ourselves in their dervilish ttaps dance. Lipservice to our hoary progenitors. In the shadow the aspens quaked. Pie the piper. Better livers thru chemistry. He claimed right off the bat to be culpable of replaying ball with the best of 'em. Eventually he's bailed out on payroll on a great bottlefield. A regular solid, in the legendary prime time of a slice of life. Couldn't sitcom stilted. Try to avoid his infectious attitudes. Couldn't take aim with his lazer eye. Cell block. Surpressed as an orfin, he was early adapted by a branch of the Potato Family. If you ever got up on the good side of his bad eye he would give you a lashing. Had only one ear on the lee of his head. Psychologist's scars where the other used to be. Gros Ventre pursued him. Couldn't lift a fingerprint. Bellow Donna. A great teacher and one heck of a grammarion, allways dielating her pupils. She was a piller of the communiskirt. Millions of yons of envolution gave rise to bonny parts and her globular clusters. To see her (intravenus de silo) is to beholden a candle to her. Her green blouse been in and out of fashion like the armour of the cosmos, peeking out the bluebushel of architectronic deaconry. Whispering slips of her racial memorabilia. Her lapse down lovers' lane. Take her as she comes. Catch as cab can. Her and her doter particles. Polly Ethylene and her 1411 names. Weed neffer seed the likes of him before. Or the legs of her behind. She passed as a teenager, rainbrowed huer of man. Cubic cleavage. Redshifted. The first peer blackbody to ensconce her radiant arras, she had natural logarithm. Ain't a bloomin mote amonk us wouldn't be charmed to take a brownian hike and bless at the black of the blush. Flesh is hair, too. Give him a hand. He passed as a hat. Setting on a twoodstool on the verge of selfabyss, full of fork and half staved. Grin pauper. The acetates upon you. Be a good squirt, stunk man. Thy clampdown come, thy willies verdum. Thanks ahem to his presidents of mind he preformed a quarterback's shrink along the rivers of her thighs. By the shores of legs Louise. Godel it on the mountains. Ebbing where he should have flowed, neap in his pinstripe suit of cards. Bobs in the water. Bills in the mail. Feets of clay. As she was expecting They married the next full shannon harvest moon. Cereal monotony (the breakfist of champanzies). Hamms a feu barns. For me and my galleon. A sailsman celled it. Everything but the kitchen snychrotron. Wetware is transparent to the core. The apple of. It was at Higgs Field-my old Alamos Madder, to use a poplar nom de guerre-at the crack of doom that he and she got up and atom. She, his bosonic buddy, beat him, her fermion friend, at squash. She give him clean breasts of everything bucks could set aside, next to Arthur's godfreeness. Fast breeder. Mine weirden brooder, candu spare a doom? Chimps to the right of us, chips on what's left of us. I remember when I was children. Playing with. Voice and number of yr fingers thru the wilderness of my hair. Buoys and gulls. The oceans swell. There is yet another way to explicate the Spring of the Air. Boyle Of arms control and the man I ching, hymns and hearse from hollows to hump. Flushing my brainblock of burden images. I keep my ears peeled to the grills around the crampfire, intent on gullys, tuning out the fun they laugh together. Out of the sluice gates of heaven as they jocky for affection. Around the curves. That's why they call him sandy clause, cause I'm a closet saint. Sassoons my model bride. When all the ashes are transported far beyond the gallic sea, no longer will it linger that she prefers he to eye. She is queen of the count down, a spirit of the wood, ice melting. Elude to her if you but can. You don't have to say. This realization, born on a mountaintop in Tennessee, was certified structurally sound, although the architect, with a head for figures, was hard of heraing. An erstwhile invertable omenizer, wet between, he's the worlds longest indefensible keyborder. Or you might say, he was before the squat of sprugerons removed his vice box. Killed em a brute parasite when they was only three. They endowed what's left of his thalamus with nuptial commotions. Sappers, stand by. We have an air-breathing missile on screen. Could we have your backscattered signature on the broken line of your reentry? How many incoming on yr bus?t. Our intelligence community is on a depressed trajectory. He who phart in phased array must sit in own Pu. 239. Accordian to the latest releases of string theory. Strum and dang it all. A hollogram of our drugged dependency. Torricellian funiculus. Turnip collar garnished with rejection slips of ffroidian tongue. A curled vermilliondollar bordering on a gaping yawn. Heralding arms crossed on a feeld of cold. The surface tension on my wet blanket dampened her enthusiasm. Then she lost my secret decoder ring by the waters of Babylon. I got to have it to open the atomic toolbox. When the moon is on the party line. Oao, I snubbed my tao. Running the estuary equation of an emotional olympic. A glyph on the stairway to that snowstorm in Hawaii. As fate would have it, I were charged with three cunts of froid under trapeeze of glance neglegee. How was I to know she'd be so spin sensitive? Am I just being chirlish? Oh boy. A mirror image of my farmer self. A symbolist at the behest of the desist. My smokescream a stepping stone into the etiological orgasm. The cockels of her hemispheric hearth let no man spit assunder. Dust off the jalosies. Why is a boy more likely to be a hydraulic engineer than a girl? It's awl in the pia mater. I think, shadows and chantymen, that it's time to calibrate yr eggs. In the jaws of a christian encrypytion device. If it wasn't for the acid rain, we wouldn't need silos. At seven cents on the dollar, one seismology fritters all. Press reset, sultry lass. You look like a million dots. Enough leg up to win hands down. Just bare the facts, maam. Remound me when we past Venus. Planets play gutenburg tag to call our jungfrau's buff. Upstairs, downstairs, a smooch operator in the chamber of love. Best hornament. Shamanus gobisquik. She'll be driving six white horses when she comes. The moon was as big and white as a whamo fribee the night my true love was a sure shot. Leave her alone and she'll come home. Molly coddled. Polly excluded. Rhythm sections. Zazie dance la Metro nom. Holly's conic. Brush you wear hairier in the misseds of history. Raise you three kelvins. Who could ask for anything more? As a court gesture, redundant as a scholar, I danced with a pen in my pocket and almost wrote myself out of the puncture. Laid at nite one day, as I was waiting for a proton to decay. Roll me up into a bawl to conserve body heat. ASCII and you shall receive the signal. Prezooming you don't slip your DOS in the corpse of human events. Pee see? Aye, BM. I see BM. After two fructifying terms on the Atomic Bomb Casualty Commission, I was seconded to the Zouth Polo on the National Ozone Expedition. You've noticed the bright region surrounding your shadow on a cloud? Then maybe you've noticed the redskin surrounding our little fart on the prairie? I loaded seven terminate and stay resident modules into my RAM noodle and was about to key into a turn of Willy the Worm when the system locked. Half my winnie's allocation table was mushed. One of these days, Alice. Hot diggidy dog ziggidy. Boom, what you do to me. A ringing in the ear. Rin tin tinian. Polly wolly doodle all the year. Hiro, hero hiroshima. Enol, enola gay. Zipper, zipper de doodah. On some sunny day. Put that in yr protractor and preplow. O Katy Huffandpuff, be a fine girl and kiss me right now. Katydid, smack dab, right on the kisser. Dame Tote, the girl from Ipomoea Convolvulus, the morning glory, met up with larvae man, soon to be moth man, when his philosophy develops. Cocoons he cannon, he's a man with emission controls. Overcame galalayin inertia with his demob money. Sterility guaranteed unless orphaned before Christmas. Sperm machete. Whale of a sink. L'homme is where the hard is. Go for wool and come back shorn. Ball change. I found a rosehip on my saddle. Cutting thru the bush in four fathoms of frost. In fifty leagues of baseonballs, a hundred joints o'lam. Some magnetic moment, you may see a diepole, rapelled by my great stoned face. When wood splits on the hairline crack. When the wildfire rages at the garbage heap. When the hemispheres split down her midden. In what furnace was thy barn? Chaotic attractors are noise amplifiers. News flash. Too late for supers. More remote controls. Too much candy. New wave city. More kids use tape. More people use locks. People say too many cities. Lightening strikes the decorations. Lights are flashing more often. People must watch more often. USSA: We have a hairshop in our mall. USSR: We have a post office. USSA: We have nine hundred kinds of bulk food. USSR: We have one thousand different kinds of junk food. Soddenly overheard and solemnly undertaken at the Russo-American Match Book Company, please take cover before striking. Any crystal baller knows that when a disck is inserted into a drive, it is mounted by the ROM routine. Here's looking at you, kid. No light at that end of the toenail. She turns her lip in mock. Aroused by my advances she may see a strange quark. Faunt heart never won fair woma. Lose a head of esteem. Bank up the fire with natural brain serial. Don't arisen until arosen to, Christ figure of speech. I'll see yr hem and raise you an eyebrow. Ahum. Hail mary quite contrary, how does your -- does my belliey have a why or an eye eek? -- how does your bellow bush bloom? With cock on the half shell (fruit of the womb) and pretty maids all on a roll. What, lost yr knickers? And never know where to find them. Then harrowed be thy gams. Thus endth the clocksin and mellish prolog, with one eye triangled behind my back (alligator in croc minor) and one leg game. The Latin Bestiary of the elfth century admitted that the formal similarity between the chromatic distribution curve for thermal radiation and the Maxwell velocity-distribution law was too striking to remain hidden for long. Meanwhile, in Canada, the beaver, pursued by a hunter, bit off his own testicles, and cast them before the sportsman. Thus it escapeth by flight. What is more, if he should again happen to be chased by a second hunter, he lifts himself up and shows his members to him. The creature is called Castor the friendly beaver because of pollux geminiation. It thrives on spunkwater and engine meal shorts, it is also known as Saint Elmos' fire, presumed to portend the cessation of a strum and drank. There be some that did castrate themselves for the kingdom of god, who were released under their own recognizance. The bull squirrel will bite off the nuts of the young bucks in the nest. Puffalong passsivity. I know what you're going to say next. Do you now? During the duration of any garden variety nuclear war likely to occur in our rapidly shortening lifetimes, nineteen hundred and neuf de nade separate reports must be continuously and concomitantly filed with the Nuclear Warfare Status Branch, Joint Chefs of Staph, in accordance with the standard operating procedure for coordination of atomic operations. Too much hair in your nose, too much blood in your eye, too much wax in your ear, too much freckle on your brow. Better see the eye dentist. Hee ha whose loft's lost, leaks leest. Who put the duals in individuals? Saul done with bellows. Life seemed so feudal with the pions working in the field. Pass me a slug of spaceman's beer. She unfolds near him like a flower in the sun. Back to our story. A new measurement of excess antenna temperature James L. Swanson This excess temperature is, within the limits of our observations, isotropic, unpolarized, and free from seasonal variations. Penzias and Wilson O Savannah, pass the klein bottleneck. Another fraughty night and I'm plastered all over the gnoospaper. A self tot mild mannered reporting offender. Scale Hadron's well, tunnel out hot on a Lepton's tail. Big fiche eat little fiche. By the Canadian river's shore. Empty vessels beside still waters. Lyman lines in a thaw wind. Blowing down the sonny daughtrace. This particulate deadlined night, I was juggling the mathematics, trying to renormalize my split infinities. Suddenly I deduced beyond the axiom of a doubt that aliens are on line. Waiting in cusps to beam aboard. I'd soupercanoed half as much since pitching between forks in the upper bunk. They shoot rapids, don't they? Palms sweating, I linked alpharomeric and graphic modules through a hemispheric decussation. Cursor flashing, I sniffled both ways across the terminal moraine. Temples throbbing, I typecast the broadest semantic net for any character to continue. Hairs splitting, I reset the parity bit. Somewhere, over the event horizon, lies one collapsed wait state after another. In the morass. What god has jointed, let noman double up in pleasure. Singling yankee doodle dangle. Pick it in your pocket, assuming shrouds have no pockets. One former daily planet condenses into a spoonful of quark soup. Glowball village. Snake eyes. Read error. Charmed? Mum's the word. I yam what I yam. When I got stubbed groping for switches in the dark, I built a home-control cisterm with voice ejaculation. Dismisting the weather farcasts, I repopulated my own motherboard. When the price of a barrel skyshuttled over the falls, I threw together a servochip wood potbelly. When I got bored waiting for interpretors to crunch programs, I hardened an artery, and I did it with Chlorophyll. Smack my lips. When memory overrant available headspace, I used large scale integration to cross the gallic seas. Ip ip array. When it stuck in my mundi to herk Hermina's gringold, to be happy for the rest of my life, if it took all nougat and half the date, she never shed a peeling. Over the periodic tabletop. As belfast as our blight-legs will carry. Sure, this hypothesis links a daisy chain of scenarios to an angle that might never be incident, but everything, reflectively, is satisfactual, relativistically. Starve a launch, feed a super, as Edward Henry KissingTeller the Eighth used to say, before the dielectrix of arms control blew a short circuit in his bugged underpants. Take his electromagnetic pulse. There be no christians in command bunkers. Grab the joycestick. Whom shall we have for breakfast? Fried spangled bannock. Wind egg souffle. A chew of fat during the twilight's last gesundheit. Incomplete past to our endzone. Wine debate, lose derection. Good defenses make good denatures. Si si, see three eye. Synthesize fits all. Battling with the imaginal disk of my farmer self, a daring young man, I howled with frozen fist, wrenched to my root, river running into dust. Boy sprout pining for girl guide. Fuse to fuss with the vox populate. All the tall trees dancing. The power of one budding in the wasteland. Twenty-one years on the Rocky Mountain line and I get vowel disease of the descending semicolon. Caledonia why is your big heart so hard? Which is when you come in. When there's sunshine in the sewer. When the dust storms never blow. When dead men rise no smiles. Aliens on line. With a threat of scrambling. Circle around the voice in the bluzzard. Can I put you on hold? A possible solution to the flatness problem James L. Swanson However, I am also sure that many physicists agree with me that the flatness of the universe is a peculiar situation which at some point will admit a physical explanation. Guth Sentences so far delivered include massive amounts of debugging code. So finds Judge Learned Hand of the opulate quarter, of that most moist hemisphere. Native mode is no excuse when the autumn bomb's kabloom. Catch little white girl. The eggmann. He's fit to be gill tide as charged, slurd as he is in his blue swayed shoes. King Cong versus Humpty Doodle. A professor of the anti-inflationary universe, residing at Two Searocket Lane. Them's the vax, so kelp me cod. Memory is cheap for mouse bound software. Someone's in the kitchen. She's a cover girl for all the cosmos. A sand dollar in her empty pocket, with a fancy pheromone based speech system, slingoing seawards, wending. When her yons in vogue I turn to a shadow. Boost phase interrupt. Me tarsand, you Jane. It's simples sigh man, the layrd of his mannor, prepossessive in habititude, formerly chief dental mechanic for Sister Dee's colletage of barbers and surgeons. In a fine figurehead of speech. Until Tass reutered him. Served a dollop of dittany in his monkshood and creaturly habits. Too bald for him when he lost his absolute pitch in the bonedry waters. He stood to make a prophet if worts came home to roots. Having a lubbery time on land. Nexus, the see. No swimming aloud in your second skin. Ever since he was promoted to a quantum mechanic, he's made thinly failed illusions to the medulla oblongata. Drivel talk. Snakes and lassies. Fleet of foot in her argoile gumboats, she escapes through the change house. Since he's become a cook she hardly ever eats any more. And whenever she picks up on whatever's coming down, he's sure to fufufumble a couple couplecouple times. Far viande the vent herizon. Dbbl dribbled. Critical phrase transition. As pretty a set of jugglers as ever a pitcher poured. Dbl boiled. Sparks flew as she slipped off her pants. Lapping waves foam at her mouth. Suckle me choppers at the spawnish bunkers. Frame grabber. She was made in the stars. He goes down to the sea as smolt. A mutant bulge in his genes. Egg static. Milt leading the spined. One fished in irons, the other in a creel. If the right whale don't a krill ya, the baleen will. Clasp when clapped at. His heart rattles in its cage. Control yourself. Won't catch me in a hatchery, fisher of kings. Crab, pinch me to sea. If I'm a wake. Or if les harticots sont pas sales. Accidents will happen in the best regurgitated families. Come winter, it'll be ice jam and sonora tea from the Trans Sisters, BMEWS'd as they are with dead reckoning. Waiter, there's an atomic demolition munition in my soup. You'll be interested to know that the Italian navigator has just landed in the new world. Were the natives friendly? Yoo bet yo bottom dollar. Everyone landed safe and happy. Had history unfolded differently we might have remained neutral, but how ionic that we still felt a vanderwalls attraction. Hawking radiation from her black hole. Apple pion the scion. Renormalize. Promiscuous burning at all elevations. Pour me some swamp cooler in my depression glass, I've just failed my smog check. Soviet nam. Thimble riggers. Barney Google, with the googoogoogly eyes. Had a wife three times his size. Annie Oakley was her name. Ask her again, she'll tell you the same. Waiter, may we have some cratons for this supercanoe? This is a test. If this had been a real emergency, the tone would have been followed by official information. Ou sont les neiges downtown? Jiminy cricket. Killed in a bar when he was only three. Reducted my wate state to two stone and one. Without sins. Jesust a throw. Attaches to any doorknob. Bridge to nosecone! Thar she blows. Die frauder, de sham, indus Holy Glasnost. Standing in doorways, stunned. The nubliest oblige. Oblate. This has been a test. Of the dictionary of phase and fraible. Jug jug juggling. We're cooped up in the bughouse with ladybugs and daddy longlegs. This bar is a dive, he says. I should know, I come here all-duck, cosmic rays-all the time. Seeing you eat that chocolat bar, she says-boys will be boys-reminds me of something. I've got this big ashtray with teeth all around the edge. Look at that guy, he says. I hope he doesn't come in here. Don't look at him, she says. What a hat. Five chasms James L. Swanson Since the early sixties, the number of strange resonances has proliferated. Pais All I want for Christmas is thrysisters for my my tube. Moxi Bustion, Milly Subluxion, and Fanny Brite. When the chips are down. Same time, same channel. Pray to the Gipsy Rose, clickety schick, the well-rounded earth mother who played flat out at her Korg Keyboard, down at the Vulgus videoarcade. A strange attractor in the bit stream, underneath the cafeteria. We've met before. I'm the child of the atom bomb, a kissing cousin of sputnik twice removed, hummer and satchel. We still remember our first tv. We remember watching the couple calypso, peeping tomboys like Santa, hammer of twitches. Jugg band music in the attic, jug jug juggler, the juggler in vain. The Mooty in maw. One moment please, we're experiencing faulty reception. Seated by my side. Silver bells and rusty mufflers. The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes. Face the moon. Make the bate, the gens inconnu. Round John Virgin and his tempest in a teapot, the Green Mountaineers. Jimmie crack corn and I don't care, Maxwell's mogen demon has got one up on Kelper's toothy fairy, the dirty diddle dwevill. A veritable king of the road, we were well pleased with the cut of his coat of many coloreds. He forgot usetoday's newspappers at great crosst to us all. The superstar of the Bethlehem Steelers was iron to the core. Wass tass mell? Eau de ewe. Pas mall. Paw maw. Pell mell. Call for Philip Morrison. He's wanted on the chesterfield. "Nice cookies," he said as he passed with a hat. Aqua vit. Drama and drampa don't wanna knose. But when man does nose woman, we all can be accessories after the fat. Purse you, belt we, and smell me Rhonda. "I like your shoes." Whereupon it was recumbent upon her to pass the cucubits and succubust. Spread the jams and say a mass transit of superstarlets. May you fall into the chasm of the Cathode Ray whenever you're up that way. Particulates in Canada. High overheard, lickety split, launch the missile into her widow of invulnerability. Stuffing the ballotrina's box, doing what comes naturally. Whether yr a standin or a sit in, doing yr business in someone's biffy, scanning the contents of her medicine chest, do not exhibit pour spurtsmanshit. Do not pass go in the pantry and rifle her drawers. It will fly in the face of the facts, ma'am, if you're pulling your own weight. For chrissmisst my twseetie gave me a come-along. Chown doen. I stripped the gear box making frozen firewood. The vandals took the handle. Friar Tuck'll find them. Feelem. Then he'll forgetem. Like a butcher's dog. Where's the beef? At top dead centre. Stand up and be accountants. I'd like to apply for that position in reproductive biology. Fill out yr forms. Eidedic cate. This nest song to all you mothers out there on ground zero. Noynt your face overnight with Lac virginis. Betty's on the meat ball. She's always had the look of the eyeish. Perjaps she worm her firm kirt and fuzzy chaps to go out for a roll in the bakery. At the Masters' tournament of Johnson's wax where Humpetey Cumbetty wailed at a bale. All the king's whorses and all the kink's men couldn't pub hummey agasser agrin. Bowling is rite up my allie, said Sallie. Oop, said Paul. Bowling ball. She sports a succulent pair of knockers. He's got a hankering to drop in on her, she in her knickers as she is, and he in his notch. Be my almagest, she said, my aide memoire. My angel puss. Heaven knows. How I'd love to burst in upon you right where yr expecting, left to yr own devices, to see how yr feeling, with hands across the waters. He was forthwith promoted to a fifth order of the border garter by an extinguished night of the roam. He looked so florid in his toot suite, rudy to the tooth, a new fangled wolfman of the old school chum. Fairboaten zoo sprachen? Shame on you, shaman, for breathing up all the laughing gas once upon, upon some verses of Virgil. Well, the sky has the mountains on its side. Cleavage compelled cessation. When the saltan of the earth raisins his swollen head and reigns over pearls before supper, then mean Mr. Mustard will inherit the broken wind. Next comes the the plasticine age. Arrows over the rainbow. Incomplete combustion. Musical movement made in Japan. Twat does a gisher girl wear under her kinono? Doubled over in pleasure, dreams really do come true. Pardon my interrupts, see-pee-you, but I don't want to lose my type ahead. Normally of course the blitter and the sixtyeighthundred take tickles of eightyeights each. When the blitter hogs the cycles in native mode, who will service Miss Keyboard Interrupts? Bone mots. Did he say that his hat was in style? No, he said that it was found in the sty, so put that in your eye. Was he willing to comment on the pros and cons of frozen prawns? Liketh the man on death row who was afraid of sparks, he was all clammed up and nowhere to glow. Remember when the memory register was last cleared of bits? Hardware had a sale on entropy. Get it while it's hot. According to the second lay, the layman's guide to lay women. It's a thermodynamically irreversible operation. We pay to have newspapers delivered, not taken away. Plant a man, boom town salmon. Mumbo jumbo, mon, by the light of the morning star. The mount of Venus. The fizziology of orgasm. Writ larege by a gnome de flume. Fireball. Man as we know him. Women as well as you know her. The girl from ipomea convulva haunts my dreams. They can't take that away from me. I'm hair, wooden life! Us many, o world! Best boy, state self. Legs between. Quark bush. Whose eyes shall branch? O father modules, ain't les sentences owed swell? Corn found yam. Happy messenger crossed ice horizon. Friend rises dancing, bellowing to a different zipper. Women flew thru peeling. Large distributed systems are unstable. Wide swings of behavior. Busker Brown passed down the center of a corset. There's a quark down! Code Five. Call the Chromodynamics! That royal tap on the shoulder during the dance between the sheets. Dripping tap, tap a sapper. I've got a headache twoud split an atom. I suffered rejection at every hand because they said my type couldn't be justified. Scan you now these polar bodies? I know you're there because the string is slack. When one of the balls tries to escape, the string gets tight. Renormalize your mass and charge the phenomena to the parameters. At Her Highness's behest, The Royal Family was bestowed with a wave function. On the horizon the fish were on their last legs, burping bigger bubbles than when we used to be kids. When we leaft awl the choir girls up the sprout. What'll it be, sky blue water? May we have the envelope please? Philip my glass with seersawn music. For four days we loved on bred and vasser and on the fifth a doxen people freefell down mine canary. Fiat lox. Let there be a Yang-Mills theory with all its gauge bosons, sordid like the man with the golden arm putting the rub on the woman with the steel toe. Back in the United Straights, so swob and devonaire. Ironically railroad construction was the reason for ships. General Electric passes the order on to the Kentucky Colonel. May you rock well, my boeing little one. May your informations be hard of chewing. Quoths the raison, livermore. Like a byte? In a form appropriate for the supercomputer. The primordial fireball, if it exists, provides us with tangible evidence that the universe did pass through a hot, highly contracted phase. Spontaneous evacuation. Protecting the population. Attack related budget. All levels of government. Space-based defense. Incoming barrage. Random arrival. War in the skies. Woe to him who makes companions drink the outpouring of his venom, intoxicating them so that he may gaze upon their dancing girls. Full chasm five my fiddler lies. My foddler who art in carnate, pinky be his leaf. Those are parlez that view his eyes. Shiver me timbers in me mother's tongue. There was no return address on the envelope of her voice. And ball the jack on the railroad track. The railroad means escape. A weeping maiden seen at a ford, washing bloody garments, means one is about to die. -- over half of all chapters (5 to go) ====