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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

January 27th: A Very Important Date For More Than One Reason

I am happy to announce that on my birthday, January 27th, there will be a giant March on Washington to protest the Iraq War. Democrats.com boasts that it "will be the largest anti-war protest since the war began on 3/19/03." God, it's hard to believe that this war has been raging for nearly four years, all the more reason to protest.
For those of you willing to make the trek out to DC (good for you), here's the general info:
Assemble on the National Mall, between 3rd and 7th Streets, at 11 am.
Rally 11am-1pm.
March will kick off at 1pm.
There's really no reason not to be there. The march organizers have thought of everything:
Transportation
Ride Share
Housing
Maps & Logistics
Schedule of Events
And if you really, really can't make it, there's one other ways to help:
Sign the Petition to Congress
I hope everyone who reads this can go and that a huge stink gets raised. It's been four years! It's time for a change. It's really that simple.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

They Take Our Children When We're Not Looking

Ah Bill Mahar. I met him once. He was somewhat arrogant, but in a good way. A guy that said what he felt, but wasn't rude on a more personal level, taking time to talk to everyone that had shown up to see him perform at Smith College. I gave the guy a copy of my zine, Chicago Pulp, which he gladly accepted, and then I invited him to my friend's birthday party, tempting him with free booze. Which he declined, saying, "I'm rich, I can pay for my drinks." Well, at least he's honest.

And honesty is the name of the game, even if it's tinged with a wicked wit. I particularly loved this piece which came out when Congressman Mark Foley's sexually explicit conversations with his young, male aides. Enjoy!

If you think the worst thing Congress doesn't protect young people from is Mark Foley, wake up and smell the burning planet.

The ice caps are cracking, the coral reefs are bleaching, and we're losing two species an hour. The birds have bird flu, the cows have mad cow, and our poisoned groundwater has turned spinach into a side dish of mass destruction.

Our schools are shooting galleries, our beaches are cancer wards, and under George W. Bush -- for the first time in 45 years -- our country's infant mortality rate actually went up.

Read the labels on your food. It turns out the healthiest thing you can put in your body is Mark Foley's penis. He was probably the first fruit those pages ever came into contact with that wasn't drenched in pesticide.

But that's America for you -- a red herring culture, always scared of the wrong things. The fact is, there are a lot of creepy middle-aged men out there lusting for your kids. They work for MTV, the pharmaceutical industry, McDonald's, Marlboro and K Street. And recently, there's been a rash of strangers making their way onto school campuses and targeting our children for death. They're called military recruiters.

More young Americans were crippled in Iraq last month than in any month in the past three years. And the scandal is that Mark Foley wants to show them a good time before they go?

When will our closeted gay congressmen learn? Our boys aren't for pleasure. They're for cannon fodder. They shouldn't be another notch on your bedpost. They should be a comma in Bush's war. If I hear a zipper, it had better be on a body bag.

Why aren't Democrats and the media hammering away every day about who we're supposed to be fighting for over there and what the plan is. Yes, Mark Foley was wrong to ask teenagers how long their penises were -- but at least someone on Capitol Hill was asking questions.

We're the predators. Because we have an entire economy built on asking young people what they want, making the cheapest, sleaziest form of it they'll accept, and selling it to them until they choke on it and die.

You know who's grabbing your kids at too young an age? Merck, Pfizer and GlaxoSmithKline, by convincing you they're depressed, hyperactive or suffering from attention-deficit disorder and so they must all get medicated. The drug dealers hooking your kids aren't in South America, they're in the halls of Congress handing out campaign donations to your congressmen.

Mark Foley says he never slept with those kids, and I believe him, because American children are so hopped up on pills I doubt any of them could get it up.

From 1995 to 2002, the number of children prescribed antipsychotic drugs increased by over 400 percent. Either our children are going insane -- which we might look on as a problem -- or, more likely, we have, for profit, created a nation of little junkies. So stop already with the righteous moral indignation about predators -- this whole country is trying to get inside your kid's pants because that's where he keeps the money Daddy gave him to stay out of his hair.

I don't care if Mark Foley had been asking boys to describe their penises because I have some sad news for you: Your kid is so larded out on Cheetos and Yoo-hoo, he can't even see his penis. We live in a country where the ultimate consumer is an obese 16- year-old hooked up at one end to a Big Gulp and at the other to a PlayStation. So many of our kids today are fat drug addicts, it's almost as if Rush Limbaugh had had puppies.

In conclusion, we can pretend that the biggest threat to "our children" is some creep on the Internet, or we can admit it's Mom and Dad. When your son can't find France on a map, or touch his toes with his hands, or understand that the ads on TV are lying -- including the one in which the Marine turns into Lancelot -- then the person fucking him is you.

-- Bill Maher