Iran blah blah blah,

Haven’t we been here before?

Rolling Stone’s Matt Taibbi nails it again regarding the march to war against Iraq Iran.

As a journalist, there’s a buzz you can detect once the normal restraints in your business have been loosened, a smell of fresh chum in the waters, urging us down the road to war. Many years removed from the Iraq disaster, that smell is back, this time with Iran.

You can just feel it: many of the same newspapers and TV stations we saw leading the charge in the Bush years have gone back to the attic and are dusting off their war pom-poms. CNN’s house blockhead, the Goldman-trained ex-finance professional Erin Burnett, came out with a doozie of a broadcast yesterday, a Rumsfeldian jeremiad against the Iranian threat would have fit beautifully in the Saddam’s-sending-drones-at-New-York halcyon days of late 2002. Here’s how the excellent Glenn Greenwald described Burnett’s rant:

It’s the sort of thing you would produce if you set out to create a mean-spirited parody of mindless, war-hungry, fear-mongering media stars, but you wouldn’t dare go this far because you’d want the parody to have a feel of realism to it, and this would be way too extreme to be believable. She really hauled it all out: WMDs! Terrorist sleeper cells in the U.S. controlled by Tehran! Iran’s long-range nuclear missiles reaching our homeland!!!! She almost made the anti-Muslim war-mongering fanatic she brought on to interview, Rep. Peter King, appear sober and reasonable by comparison.

Read the full piece at Rolling Stone

Tenerife: Capitulo dos

While on the subject of  Tenerife, the Guardian via Spain’s El Pais, has nailed it with something that’s been on my mind regarding the upcoming regional and municipal elections in May.  Rules on electioneering state that nothing new can be inauguarated until after the elections.

A marathon of tape-cutting and airport opening photo opportunities for Spanish politicians ended Sunday past as rules on electioneering meant nothing new could be inaugurated until after the elections on 22 May.

Tenerife, far from the Spanish mainland, is not immune.  There was a mad rush to get the new bus station in La Laguna open last week, the main street of Tacoronte is pot-hole heaven, as of last week, work is now being done to make it smooth.  Oh, we will forget the years of consistent fuckries and succumb  a brief moment of celebration for something that should be a norm, quality public service, free of corruption and manipulation of these services for political party gain.

I’ve always wondered what Ricardo Melchior’s job was.  Officially he is the President of the Tenerife government or some shit,  one of the Mr. Big’s of the Canarian nationalist political party Coalición Canarias,  and if you look in any daily local/regional newspaper, you will see him in at least five different photo-ops in any given day.  Lord knows how he gets any paperwork done, he’s all over the island, posing in front of the lens, looking clueless as fuck.   New campaign propaganda shows our man Richy releasing a turtle back into the sea.  WTF?  These people are doing all they can do build a port that is not needed, next to a natural protected area.  Makes sense doesn’t it?

They like nothing better than putting plaques with their names all over this island.  The Sydney Opera Hall-like auditorium in Santa Cruz has been renamed the Adán Martin Auditorium.  Adán Martin was another main man in the party who recently passed away.  What they are saying is, “We run tings, we are gods amongst you, bow at our feet you peasants.”  Even the little park behind our home me was inaugurated by these sons of bitches (apologies to mothers)…what, you had nothing more pressing on the day in question but to open a little park  in the municipality of your good friend, the  Canarian President, Paulinho Rivero…..the former mayor of this spot who has a  thing about bashing immigrants in the lead-up to elections.  It’s so blatant, it’s revolting that they can get away with it.  We look at uprisings over there and beyond, but we can’t or won’t do it here.  Pfft!