Blade Runner Blues

Even Now, Rutger Hauer’s Performance in ‘Blade Runner’ Is a Marvel

With his combination of menace and anguish, he created an unforgettable character that made the movie the classic it remains today.

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John Brennan: President Trump’s Claims of No Collusion Are Hogwash

Russia accused of testing a ‘killer satellite’ in orbit

http://www.foxnews.com/tech/2018/08/16/russia-accused-testing-killer-satellite-in-orbit.html

Mysterious Satellite Sparks Concerns That Russia Has Developed A Space Weapon

https://www.iflscience.com/space/mysterious-satellite-sparks-concerns-russia-has-developed-space-weapon/

Russian strategic bombers deploy near Alaska

https://www.theintelligencer.com/news/world/article/Russian-strategic-bombers-deploy-near-Alaska-13161106.php

Chinese bombers likely training for US strikes: Pentagon

https://www.yahoo.com/news/chinese-bombers-likely-training-us-strikes-pentagon-194141619.html

The Nation Magazine Betrays a Poet

The poet:


Anders Carlson-Wee. Credit Kai Carlson-Wee

The poem, published July 5, 2018 in the July 30-August 6, 2018, Issue of The Nation:

How-To

By Anders Carlson-Wee

If you got hiv, say aids. If you a girl,
say you’re pregnant––nobody gonna lower
themselves to listen for the kick. People
passing fast. Splay your legs, cock a knee
funny. It’s the littlest shames they’re likely
to comprehend. Don’t say homeless, they know
you is. What they don’t know is what opens
a wallet, what stops em from counting
what they drop. If you’re young say younger.
Old say older. If you’re crippled don’t
flaunt it. Let em think they’re good enough
Christians to notice. Don’t say you pray,
say you sin. It’s about who they believe
they is. You hardly even there.

https://www.thenation.com/article/how-to/

The mea culpa:

Editor’s note: On July 24, 2018, The Nation and its poetry editors, Stephanie Burt and Carmen Giménez Smith, made this statement about the poem below, which contains disparaging and ableist language that has given offense and caused harm to members of several communities:

As poetry editors, we hold ourselves responsible for the ways in which the work we select is received. We made a serious mistake by choosing to publish the poem “How-To.” We are sorry for the pain we have caused to the many communities affected by this poem. We recognize that we must now earn your trust back. Some of our readers have asked what we were thinking. When we read the poem we took it as a profane, over-the-top attack on the ways in which members of many groups are asked, or required, to perform the work of marginalization. We can no longer read the poem in that way.

We are currently revising our process for solicited and unsolicited submissions. But more importantly, we are listening, and we are working. We are grateful for the insightful critiques we have heard, but we know that the onus of change is on us, and we take that responsibility seriously. In the end, this decision means that we need to step back and look at not only our editing process, but at ourselves as editors.

The backlash:

The song:

The lyrics:

Poet

Sly & the Family Stone

My only weapon is my pen
And the frame of mind I’m in

I’m a songwriter
A poet
I’m a songwriter
A poet

And the things I flash on everyday
They all reflect in what I say

I’m a songwriter
I’m a poet
I’m a songwriter
Oh yeah, a poet

Trump Decides to Let It All Hang Out and Throw Junior Under the Bus

My off the record, on the QT and very hush-hush, confidential source in the Trump Administration, Deep Doo, reports that Team Trump, led by Rudy Giuliani,

agreed yesterday to a drastic change in defense strategy. Some wanted to go the Nixxonian route of a “Limited hang-out,” but were overruled. The prevaricator in charge decided to “Let it all hang out,” and admitted what most have known for a long time, that Donald Trump Jr. colluded with the Russians to steal the 2016 election, at not one, as had been the story, but two meetings at Trump Tower. Trump tweeted it was all, “…totally legal and done all the time in politics.” The Trumpster has a point. Consider this:

When a Candidate Conspired With a Foreign Power to Win An Election

It took decades to unravel Nixon’s sabotage of Vietnam peace talks. Now, the full story can be told.

By JOHN A. FARRELL

August 06, 2017

https://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2017/08/06/nixon-vietnam-candidate-conspired-with-foreign-power-win-election-215461

George Will Confirms Nixon’s Vietnam Treason
by
Bob Fitrakis, Harvey Wasserman

https://www.commondreams.org/views/2014/08/12/george-will-confirms-nixons-vietnam-treason

Then there was Iran Contra…

New Reports Say 1980 Reagan Campaign Tried to Delay Hostage Release

By NEIL A. LEWIS

Deep Doo also reports Team Trump decided to release theme music to go with the new “Let it all hang out” policy. One of the older members of the administration recalled a song from the 1960’s, a song originally done by Jonathan King. The original Top 30 UK smash Let It All Hang Out, was a hit all over Europe with sales of over a million.

The Don of the Trump Crime Family could not recall the song, saying, “That’s not the song I remember! Everyone knows I love Great England, but I’m trying to Make America Great Again. Find the American version!” When found the song was played, prompting the Trumpster to say, “Now you’re talking my language. I LOVE this version!”

Then a newer version by John Cougar Mellencamp was located and it was viewed:

After the viewing it was decided by the Don to use the earlier version, by the Hombres, as the “official” song to go with the new “Let it all hang out” policy.

On the MSNBC show A. M. Joy, Sunday morning attorney Ellie Mystal (https://abovethelaw.com/) said, “I’m a father. I do not know what it takes to throw your own son under the bus on Twitter “cause you’re angry at nine o’clock in the morning.” This can be found around fourteen minutes into the program.

http://www.msnbc.com/am-joy/watch/trump-tweet-on-meeting-with-russians-totally-legal-i-did-not-know-1292682307687

There have been reports of the Trump Crime Family turning on each other as the Mueller probe causes the walls to close in on the Trumpsters.

Trials of Donald Jr turn Russia scandal into another Trump family affair

Though the president is fiercely loyal to his children, some observers wonder if deepening and dangerous controversy might test such bonds to breaking point.

It was an unseasonably cool day in New York. At 1.50pm on 9 June, Hillary Clinton tweeted that Barack Obama was backing her for US president. Half an hour later, Donald Trump tweeted: “Obama just endorsed Crooked Hillary.” At 2.27pm, Clinton replied: “Delete your account”. It was the most retweeted post of her campaign.

Just before 4pm, several figures passed through the shiny marble atrium of Trump Tower and took the elevator up to the office of Donald Trump Jr on the 25th floor, one below that of his father. Among them was Natalia Veselnitskaya, a Russian lawyer, and Rinat Akhmetshin, a Russian American lobbyist and former Soviet military officer.

What passed between them remains a matter of uncertain recollections and international intrigue. The meeting was kept secret for more than a year. When news of it first emerged last Saturday, the world was provided with the first public evidence that Trump campaign officials met with Russians in an attempt to swing the election – the political crime of the century. A steady drip of damning details followed.

It also showed that a scandal frequently compared to Watergate goes right to the heart of the Trump family business. The president’s oldest son had handed investigators and journalists the much sought-after smoking gun. The president’s son-in-law and senior adviser, Jared Kushner, also attended the meeting and failed to declare it. The president’s daughter, Ivanka, faces continued scrutiny over her own role in the White House.

Like everything else, Trump does not do nepotism by halves. His three sons and two daughters have been seen as a political asset – even Clinton once said during an otherwise rancorous presidential debate: “I respect his children. His children are incredibly able and devoted, and I think that says a lot about Donald.”

But recent events beg the question of whether they are becoming a liability. And, some ponder, is Trump certain to remain loyal to them, or would he throw his own son under the bus if it was politically expedient?
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/jul/16/donald-trump-jr-russia-scandal-ivanka-jared-kushner

Donald Trump Jr is hawking a book. The Art of the Plea Deal, anyone?

By Arwa Mahdawi

The president’s son wants to make literature great again. But considering his legal troubles, I would not be surprised to find that his tome throws his dad under the bus

Wed 13 Jun 2018 01.00 EDT
Last modified on Wed 13 Jun 2018 05.59 EDT
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2018/jun/13/donald-trump-jr-is-hawking-a-book-the-art-of-the-plea-deal-anyone

It was obviously a matter of time before someone from the Trump Crime Family

was thrown under the bus. The only question seemed to be which Trumpster?

When asked what he thought about his father throwing him under the bus, the Junior Don said, “I am reminded of a line from a song by Iggy Pop and The Stooges.”

“The Departed”

Where is the life we started?
Yesterday’s a door opening for the departed.

The life of the party’s gone
The guests are still remained,
Know they’ll stay a little longer.

Party girls will soon get old,
Party boys will lie them.
Both the sexes soon grow cold
And tears caught to their eyes

Serious talks, no fun,
And when the lights go out
You feel like you wanna run.

Cause there’s no one here but us,
By the end of the game we all get thrown under the bus.

I can’t feel nothing real,
My lights are all burned out.
I can’t feel nothing real.

What is the point of friendship?
It’s nobody’s fault, but this nightlife is just a death trip.
You think you’re getting hot steel
But in the light of day everything’s a dirty deal.

And yesterday’s a door that’s opening for the departed
Yesterday’s a door that’s opening for the departed
So where is the life we started?
Where is the life we started?

There have been many twists and turns in the saga of the Trump Crime Family, but who would ever have guessed Donald Trump Junior listened to Iggy Pop? Maybe he just liked the movie?

Trump Expected to Pardon Boxer Convicted in 1913

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic
by Jaime Brockett

“It was back around the turn of the centuries, back around nineteen hundred & thirteen there was a negro pugilist his name was Jack Johnson. Now old Jack Johnson he was the toughest man in the whole wide world he used walk around whoppin’ people up side the head ‘n makin’ all sorts of money.

Like I say ol’ Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, he was a pugilist by preference and by profession and one day ol’ Jack came walkin’ on down by the pierside. He’s just walkin on down. His manager come walkin’ on down by the pierside.

He says “uh, hi, Jack”
He says “hi manager”
He says “whatcha doin’?”
He says “I’m just walkin’ on down by the pierside.”
He says “what’s up?”
He says “I gotta gig for ya”
He says “ya gotta gig for me?”
He says “that’s right”
He says “where abouts?”
He says “over in England”
He says “hmm… what’m I gonna do over there?”
He says “well you goin’ up n’ whop this guy up side the head n’ make all sorts of money.”

Ol’ Jack says “That’s groovy baby. That’s really groovy you give me a ticket on the next flight out”
He said “ticket on the next flight out?!? This is nineteen hundred n’ thirteen. Why the Wright brothers haven’t even started foolin’ around with Kitty Hawk yet”
He said “uhh.. who’s she?”

It was midnight on the sea, the band was playing “Nearer My God To Thee”. Fare thee well Titanic, fare thee well.

Ol’ Jack says “Well how’m I gonna get there baby?”
n’ He says “ohhh I’m gonna show ya” and he whips open a newspaper n’ shows him a picture of the USS Titanic.

Folks, she’s the world’s biggest ship she’s made outta good wood and good iron they said she’d never go down.

He says “you mean I’m goin’ over on the boat”
n’ he says “that’s right baby you’re goin on the boat”
n’ he says “well, let’s go get some tickets so they head on down to the ticket taker’s place.”

He walks on up to the ticket taker he walks on in n’ he says “hey man I wanna buy me some tickets”
He said “gotta red ticket green ticket yellow ticket blue ticket what kinda ticket you want?”
He says “I wanna red one”
He gave him some loot n’ he laid it on him.

So here’s ol’ Jack he’s got his ticket now he takes everything he owns he wraps it on up in a diaper n’ he hangs it on a stick over his back n’ goes headin’ on down by the pierside.

He gettin’ on down by the pierside his manager’s down there by the pierside n’ here she is folks – the USS Titanic! She’s lined up beside two hundred n’ fifty parkin’ meters n’ the Captain’s gettin’ done ready to split ’cause he run outta dimes.

Now around this time there was an Italian senator n’ the state house n’ all Italian senators done got brothers own construction companies n’ this one had a brother he owned a construction company n’ the Titanic she was made outta good Italian wood, good Italian iron they said she’d never go down.

So there’s ol’ Jack standin’ on the bottom got everything he owns wrapped on up in that diaper hangin’ on a stick over his back. He shakes hands with his manager goes walkin’ on up the gangplank. The Captain standin’ on the top. He get up onto the top n’ the Captain he look at the ticket…
he look at the ticket
he look at Jack,
he look at the ticket
he look at Jack,
he look at the ticket
he look at Jack,
he look at the ticket
he look at Jack,
lookita
He says “sorry baby wrong color.”
He says “me or the ticket?”
n’ he says “you.”

Now he wouldn’t let Jack Johnson on board
they said this ship don’t haul no coal
Fare thee well Titanic,
fare thee well.
It was midnight on the sea,
the band was playin’ “Nearer My God To Thee”
Fare thee well Titanic,
fare thee well.

So Jack say’s “It’s all right baby it’s all right I’m gonna sit right here on the pier and watch you go right on down.”

So the Titanic she sails on out into the North sea she’s out there floatin’ around in and out between the icebergs n’ ol’ Jack’s standin’ on the pier. I’m gonna tell ya ’bout the people on the Titanic now.

First of all there’s a whole bunch of Jewish people from Miami.
They’re jumpin’ up n’ down
They’re laughin’.
They’re drinkin’ booze.
They’re tradin’ wives
n’ Cadillacs
n’ diamonds
n’ havin’ all sorts of good clean party fun.

Then there was the people that run the boat. Now the people that run the boat they know all about runnin’ boats.
They know all about hoistin’ up land lubbers
n’ battenin’ down hatches
n’ doin’ all sorts of other good things
like… all good sailors do in the far away sea.

Then there was the Captain.
Now the Captain he knows how to walk like a captain,
write like a captain,
walk like a captain,
talk like a captain,
smell like a captain,
eat like a captain,
do all sorts of captain things.

Then there was the first mate. Now I gotta tell ya bout the first mate. Now the first mate,
he don’t know nothin’ about Jewish parties.
He don’t know nothing about hoistin’ up land lubbers.
He don’t know nothin’ about captains.
He uh he wants to go on over to England he wants to play his guitar.
He wanna run around n’ chase women n’ have all sorts of good… times.

Anyways this fella’, his sideburns they’re just a little too long. He giving way, see. He… he been down in Mexico he been down in Mexico. He been workin’ in this rope factory down in Mexico now. Down in Mexico they make rope outta this funny little hemp plant that grows wild in the ground. Some of you people… grow it in flower pots under your bed… ehh Anyways, he’s down there and he’s… he’s makin’ rope outta this funny marijuana plant… One day the rope factory she catch fire n’ he runs back on in to save his lunch – he’s got two sardine sandwiches – runnin’ back on in to save his lunch he gets inside n’ there’s all this funny smoke floatin’ around up inside n’.. he gets some of this funny smoke up inside his head n’.. he sit down in the middle o’ de’ fire n’ he say, “shhhhhhhhhhhit baby, I ain’t gonna make rope no more!”

So he takes everything he owns he wraps it up on into a diaper and a knapsack too n’ he… he headin’ on to the Titanic he gets to the Titanic he standin’ on the bottom walkin’ on up the gang plank n’ the Captain’s standin’ on the top n’ the Captain says “What you got boy?”
He says “I’m comin’ on”
He says “WHAT YOU GOT!”
He says “well I got me two changes of BVD’s. I got me my guitar. I got me my address book, a… pair of socks, 4 masked marvel comic books, a tennis racquet and four hundred n’ ninety-seven n’ a half feet o’ rope.”

He says “four hundred n’ ninety seven n’ a half feet o’ rope! whadaya got that for?”

He says.. “I just carry it.”

So he says “it’s all right. Go on board, go on board” and he did.

It was midnight on the sea,
the band was playin’ “Nearer My God To Thee”
Fare thee well Titanic,
fare thee well.
Now he wouldn’t let Jack Johnson on board
they said this ship don’t haul no coal
Fare thee well Titanic,
fare thee well.

That brings us up to what’s happenin’ now – the Titanic she’s floatin’ around in and out between the icebergs, the Jewish people they partyin’ they tradin’ wives n’ Cadillacs n’ diamonds they drinkin’ booze n’ havin’ all sorts of party fun, everybody else is hoistin’ up land lubbers n’ battenin’ down hatches, the First Mate he’s hangin’ over the rail, he’s havin’ himself a little smoke… he’s diggin’ the icebergs. havin’ himself a little smoke n’ it’s the Captain’s time to do his thing. The Captain comes on out (remember I told you about the captain – he knows how to walk like captain write like captain talk like… all sorts of captain things). He comes on out n’ he’s standin’ now. His thing right now is that he’s gotta go out n’ test the wind. So he casts his nose up into the north wind n’ he goes…… ……

He walks on over to the First Mate.
He says “hey first mate what’s that you smokin’?”
He says.. “that ain’t nothin’ but a little ol’ cigarette captain”
n’ he says “I don’t believe it. Gimme a puff”
n’ he says “alright.”

So the captain takes himself a little puff. Nothin’ happened right away.
He says “it’s alright, it’s alright. It’s just a cigarette. I’m goin’ for a walk” And that’s what he did, folks. He went for a walk. He went.. he went out walkin’ around the boat he went walkin’ toward the wheelhouse he.. he walked around.

He walked around the wheelhouse once……. He walked around the wheelhouse twice……. On the third time around the wheelhouse……. The First Mate he looked on over at the Captain n’……. N’ he say……. You wanna ‘nother toke, Captain?…… And the Captain, he say……. RIGHT!!!!!!!!

So this time he’s gonna tell the captain a little bit about this smoke that he’s smokin’. He says “now the idea, Captain, the idea is to get this smoke way down deep inside your tummy n’ hold it there just as long as you can it’ll make you head feel good all inside. So the Captain says alright he takes himself three big tokes off that funny little brown weed n’
He says “I am commencing to hold it in!”

He walked around the wheelhouse.
He went downstairs
He laid down.
He get up he ran in the other room.
He sent a radiogram.
He came on back in.
He took a shower.
He come out.
He shaved.
He laid down.
He got up again.
He turned on the television.
He turned off the radio.
He played a game of cribbage.
He read his masked marvel comic book.
He walked thru the kitchen,
made a cup of tea,
made a cup of coffee,
sat down,
ate a piece of pie,
went upstairs,
played another game of cribbage,
went back in,
finished his other masked marvel comic book,
laid down,
he had the television, the radio, the egg beater, the air conditioner n’everything’s all goin’ at once. He walks up on deck and this is fifty two minutes later n’ this cat ain’t breathed yet!

So the First Mate see him standin’ up there on the rail he’s all puffed up like a balloon!
He says “ya gotta let it out, Captain!

So the Captain he let it all out at once.

Fallin’ right down on the wheelhouse floor. He’s out cold.

O-h-h-h, this just brings us up to what’s happenin’ again folks. The Titanic she’s sailin’ around in between the icebergs. Every body else is havin parties. The Jewish people they jumpin’ up n’ down they tradin’ wives n’ Cadillacs n’ diamonds n’ drinkin’ booze. Everybody else is hoistin’ up land lubbers, battenin’ down hatches n’ doin’ sail things. The First Mate’s hangin’ over there on the rail havin’ himself a little smoke n’ diggin’ icebergs. And the Captain’s out cold on the wheelhouse floor.

It was midnight on the sea,
the band was playin’ “Nearer My God To Thee”
Fare thee well Titanic,
fare thee well.
Now he wouldn’t let Jack Johnson on board
they said this ship don’t haul no coal
Fare thee well Titanic,
fare thee well.

All of a sudden…. the Captain’s eyes popped wide open. He stood right up straight….. Grabs a hold o’ de wheel…. Looks on out at the bow o’ dat boat n’ he say “I’M GONNA MOVE YOU BABY!”

And he did right on into an iceberg n’ she went right on down.

It was midnight on the sea,
the band was playin’ “Nearer My God To Thee”
Fare thee well Titanic,
fare thee well.
Now he wouldn’t let Jack Johnson on board
they said this ship don’t haul no coal
Fare thee well Titanic,
fare thee well.

That’s the true story of the Titanic, folks. She went right to the bottom. She took with her all the Jewish people, all the first mates. She took with him the Captain. She took with him the land lubbers. She took with him the masked marvel comic books, the tennis racquet and four hundred n’ ninety-seven n’ a half feet o’ rope.

Meanwhile back on the stateside, ol’ Jack Johnson… why he’s standin’ up on the pier he’s fishin’ away he’s got himself a little stick n’ a line n’ he gets a tug he pulls it on up n’ it’s a big wet blue soggy mess n’ on the inside on the lining written in big gold letters it says “USS Titanic” and stuck right above it was a wet roach.

That boy was so happy he started doin’ the eagle rock up n’ down that pier like it’s goin’ outta style he go… He gonna do the eagle rock now everybody in for the eagle rock. Oh rock!

It was midnight on the sea,
the band was playin’ “Nearer My God To Thee”
Fare thee well Titanic,
fare thee well.
Now he wouldn’t let Jack Johnson on board
they said this ship don’t haul no coal
Fare thee well Titanic,
fare thee well.

Fare thee well Titanic goin down!”

Chess and War

GM Lubomir Kavalek has written one of the most powerful articles ever written, “Chess in the Time of War.” The original article can be found at the Huffington Post (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lubomir-kavalek/chess-in-the-time-of-war_b_5702082.html) It can also be found at Chessbase, (http://en.chessbase.com/post/huffington-chess-in-the-time-of-war). I urge everyone to read Grandmaster Kavalek’s article, and ask others to do the same.

Chess is not played in a vacuum; t takes place on the stage of the world. The “chess moves” of powerful world leaders affect not only players of the Royal game, but often everyone in the world, as was the case when the mentally deranged Adolf Hitler led the world into what is now known as “World War II,” when Germany invaded Poland on false pretense. George Dubya did the same when the Bushwhackers invaded Iraq ostensibly looking for “weapons of mass destruction.” Then Dubya the Dummy made fun of We The People, and played US for chumps when, “During the annual Radio and Television Correspondents Dinner this week, Bush presented a slide show of quirky photographs from inside the White House. In one, the president is looking under furniture in the Oval Office.”

“Those weapons of mass destruction have got to be somewhere,” Bush joked. “Nope, no weapons over there … maybe under here?” (http://www.cnn.com/2004/ALLPOLITICS/03/26/bush.wmd.jokes/)

This has to be seen to be believed, and with modern technology, it can be seen right here. See below…

GM Kavalek writes this about Soviet GM Vladimir Simagin, “A few moments earlier, she met Vladimir Simagin pacing back and forth in the lobby of the Polish hotel in Polanica Zdroj, repeating:”Stupid people, stupid people, stupid people….” The Moscow grandmaster explained to her that Soviet tanks crossed into Czechoslovakia overnight. It was August 21, 1968. “The night would not be short,” predicted the Czech poet Karel Kryl in one of his songs.”

I remember it well because that day, August 21, 1968, was my eighteenth birthday. On that day I became eligible to be drafted, and the leaders of my country, whom I think of as Fools In Power (F.I.P.’s), were sending young men to die needlessly in the rice paddies of Viet Nam in what can only be described as internecine warfare. The “Ruskies”, as they were called, sending tanks into another country only increased the chances that I would be called upon to “gear up” to fight in yet another World War, possibly the last such war. What these F.I.P.’s decide has an effect on people individually, as can be seen by what GM Kavalek next writes about the peace loving Simagin.

“As fate would have it, I played Simagin in the penultimate round and I knew that the man across the board disagreed with the Soviet occupation. He was a chess philosopher believing that violence has no place in our lives and it is best to leave it on the chessboard. We played nervously, exchanged a lot of pieces until we were left only with my rook against his knight. We sensed that in an absurd, symbolic way the single rook was fighting against thousands of Soviet tanks. Eventually, we agreed to a draw, but the invasion broke his heart. Simagin died of a heart attack during the tournament in Kislovodsk on September 25, 1968 at the age of 49.”

Vladimir Putin is obviously a F.I.P. He recently divorced his wife and decided to encroach upon the people of another country. The man is obviously a megalomaniac who is using the Royal game to serve his nefarious purposes. As an example there is this, from the article, “FIDE today: Against dictatorship and empire,” by Peter Long (http://www.themalaymailonline.com/what-you-think/article/fide-today-against-dictatorship-and-empire-peter-long#sthash.j7jZrQY4.dpuf).

“For months, Ilyumzhinov had shamelessly used FIDE resources to campaign and go around the world, but by the time August came around and the campaign moved to Tromso, it had become clear that the cause was all but lost as a well-funded professionally-run team had no chance in a world where Russia had thrown its considerable diplomatic muscle behind their Russian colleague and together with other incumbents were prepared to ignore all decorum and rules.
A case in point was Asia where Team Kasparov had 28 sure votes and was looking to reach 32, a huge win with 48 at stake. But with Russian intervention, Mongolia, Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand and Myanmar were lost through a combination of proxies being taken or delegates replaced!

Then the incumbent Asia President, Sheikh Sultan bin Khalifah Al Nahyan from UAE adopted similar tactics as well as considerable largesse to ensure a united Arab vote and naturally India and the majority of that sub-continent also fell in line, again with liberal taking of proxies and change of delegates, some like Afghanistan even having its Federation administratively removed.

Closer home and very sadly and shamefully, Malaysia went back on its promise, Tan Sri Ramli Ngah Talib sacrificed his own Deputy President and Secretary by going back on supporting him in a position on the Asia ticket and Indonesia’s vote was even stolen, its delegate showing up in vain at the ballot box.

While Africa rose as promised, only beaten 20-22 through use of proxies, it was the same continued whitewash in Latin America and the Caribbean where so many delegates are existing FIDE officials despite not living or enjoying citizenship of the countries they represent. And Europe, which traditionally threw its weight against dictatorship, showed that they were tired of always being on the losing side.”

If it is true that the pen is mightier than the sword, then GM Kavalek strikes a mighty blow with these words, “In December 1991 the Soviet Union collapsed and ceased to exist. It was split into many countries, and that didn’t go over well with Vladimir Putin. As soon as he came to power, he plotted how to get back the Soviet territories. And this led to the current situation. Russia is at war again. The armor and the little green men Vladimir Putin sent to Ukraine this year to annex Crimea and to carve up the mainland were also without Russian insignias.

Russian tanks tend to invade at night as if ashamed to be seen. Their favorite time for invasions seems to be August (Czechoslovakia 1968, Georgia 2008, Ukraine 2014) or during the Olympic Games (Georgia 2008, Ukraine 2014) when the world is distracted. They come under the pretense of “brotherly” or “humanitarian” help. They even use chess strategies in their action: the principle of two weaknesses – creating threats in two separate places – is applied in the Ukraine as we speak.

Putin helped Kirsan Ilyumzhinov to win the FIDE presidential campaign. They announced together that the next world championship match between Magnus Carlsen and Vishy Anand will take place in November in Sochi. Carlsen, now playing the Sinquefield Cup, has till Sunday to accept, although the conditions of the match are far from clear. FIDE already shaved one million dollars off the previous match budget.

Ilyumzhinov is staging other major events in the former Soviet territories. The Chess Olympiad in 2016 will be in Baku, Azerbaijan and in 2018 in Batumi, Georgia. Grand Prix tournaments – important qualification events for the world championship – are scheduled for Moscow, Baku and Tashkent, Uzbekistan. There is also another one in Tehran, Iran, but it is hard to imagine the American Hikaru Nakamura playing there. Or for that matter the Armenian Levon Aronjan playing in Baku. And some of the events will be played while Putin is aiming his guns at Ukraine.”

Rootin’ Tootin’ Putin was best described by NY Times op-ed columnist David Brooks in his September 1, 2014 column titled, “The Revolt of the Weak.” “What we’re seeing around the world is a revolt of the weak. There are certain weak movements and nations, beset by internal contradictions, that can’t compete if they play by the normal rules of civilization. Therefore, they are conspiring to blow up the rule book.

The first example is Russia. Putin is poor in legitimacy. He is poor in his ability to deliver goods and dignity for his people. But he is rich in brazenness. He is rich in his ability to play by the lawlessness of the jungle, so he wants the whole world to operate by jungle rules.” (http://www.nytimes.com/2014/09/02/opinion/david-brooks-the-revolt-of-the-weak.html?partner=rssnyt&emc=rss&_r=0)

The world would have been a better place if Adolf Hitler had been stopped before coming to power. That is not possible with Putin because he is in power. But he still can, and should, be stopped, by any means necessary.

Bush laughs at no WMD in Iraq

THE GUESS WHO-“LAUGHING”

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

During the summer of 1864 the insane yankee General William Tecumsch Sherman and his marauders had crossed the line into the Great State of Georgia, alarming the citizens of Atlanta. “Joseph E. Brown, Georgia’s petulant, half-mad governor, grew increasingly and understandably anxious about Sherman’s advance.” (From: The Grand Design: Strategy and the U. S. Civil War,” by Donald Stoker)
The troops of Confederate General Joe Johnston were vastly outnumbered. On July 9, “Governor Brown sought another means of strengthening Johnston’s army and saving his state: he decreed what equated to a levee en masse. Brown (with a few exceptions) summoned to the colors all men in the Georgia reserve militia between the ages of sixteen and seventeen, all those fifty to fifty-five, and all free white men between seventeen and fifty who had not been subject to conscription. “Georgians,” Brown cried in his proclamation, “you must reenforce General Johnston’s army and aid in driving back the enemy, or he will drive you back to the Atlantic, burn your cities and public buildings, destroy your property, and devastate the fair fields of your noble State.” Anyone who has seen the movie, “Gone With The Wind” knows how things turned out. The South has still yet to recover. If you question this, please check out the map of the US charting the “Hardest Places to Live” in the US published recently by the venerable NY Times:(
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/06/26/upshot/where-are-the-hardest-places-to-live-in-the-us.html?hp&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&version=HpSumSmallMedia&module=second-column-region&region=top-news&WT.nav=top-news&_r=1). Every chart and map I have seen in my now seventh decade shows something similar.
The USCF, according to the chart provided by President Ruth Haring (it can be found on the USCF website in an issue of Chess Life magazine, but one has to be a member to access it, so go to “Chess For All Ages,” the wonderful blog by Mark Weeks http://chessforallages.blogspot.com/2013/06/2013-uscf-executive-board-election.html), the largest age group, by far, is the one comprised by children. The numbers flat line until one sees a bump around age fifty.
Governor Brown had to call upon the very young and old because those of the “prime” age group, the one advertisers covet, those of the ages eighteen to forty-five, had been decimated by death, severe wounds, or desertion by cowardice, like Samuel Clemens, aka Mark Twain.
USCF President Ruth Haring and the boys on the board find themselves in a similar situation. The adult chess players, for whatever reason, have deserted; there are none to be called upon because they are no longer members.
I have posted several links to several recent Armchair Warrior blog posts on the USCF forum. I am suprised to report the discussion has been interesting, and civil. Typical of the responses is this one by Thomas Mager:
by tmagchesspgh on Thu Jul 31, 2014 10:45 pm #282799
“When the Fischer boom went bust in the late 70’s and 80’s, there wasn’t a surge of juniors at that time to replace the players who left the game. We have a big demographic hole from that era. Today, when I go to a large Grand Prix tournament, I see lots of gray hair and tons of kids below the age of 16.”
I received an email from a reader of the AW in which he blamed me for “…constantly criticizing the USCF and offering no ideas to change the situation.” He obviously missed the part of the post, “THIS EVENT IS CHILD FRIENDLY” (https://xpertchesslessons.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/this-event-is-child-friendly/), where I wrote, “I do not have answers to these questions.” Nevertheless, his comments stung, causing me to reflect and cogitate on what I would do if, by some quirk of fate, I were installed as the Supreme “Pooh-Bah” of USCF. (Think of me as Harry Stamper, played by Bruce Willis, in the movie, “Armageddon.” From the Internet Movie Database – “After discovering that an asteroid the size of Texas is going to impact Earth in less than a month, N.A.S.A. recruits a misfit team of deep core drillers to save the planet.” http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120591/?ref_=nm_flmg_act_63)
The first thing I would do would be to institute a program named, “Bring ‘Em Back!” I would appoint a team to contact as many former members as possible via email, snail mail, telephone and cards and letters, and any other feasible idea offered. The former members would be welcomed back with a membership costing only as much as any new scholastic membership, at least for the first year. I would immediately institute a membership drive which would award prizes to the members who recruit the most former members. First prize would be an all expenses paid trip to St. Louis as a special guest to spectate at the US Championships. The St. Louis Chess Club and Scholastic Center is so wonderful that just a trip there, with the chess HOF across the street would be enough in itself, I suppose, but why not go all the way?
Next I would immediately lower the cost of a membership for any Senior, those eligible to play in the US Senior, to the same as that offered little Spud. I would also offer a lifetime membership for those Seniors age 62 and up of only $300. Many would be willing to “bet on the come.” Most would not live ten years, but they would have the satisfaction of knowing they had helped USCF in time of crisis. Older players also have something invaluable to any organization, time.
The last thing I would do while hitting the ground running would be to stop publishing a monthly magazine. I would cut the magazine to a quarterly publication in order to make it a “world-class” magazine, on a par with the best chess magazine in the world, New in Chess. The columns, like “The Check is in the Mail,” which has already moved, could be continued online, while the magazine would focus on noteworthy US tournaments, and have interviews with featured players. Consider the comment made by GM Levon Aronian, the #2 rated human player in the world, “I love it when the book consists of light analysis but plenty of words describing the subtle psychological details.”
http://susanpolgar.blogspot.com/2014/05/a-very-special-interview-with-levon.html
These are the things I would do immediately, with other ideas to follow.
For those who are unaware, the title of this post comes from a song by the greatest Rock & Roll band of all time, a group held in high regard by peers, The Band. Just thinking of the song makes me well-up. Listening to the song always brings tears to my eyes.
The Band – The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train,
Til Stoneman’s cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.
In the winter of ’65, we were hungry, just barely alive.
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it’s a time I remember, oh so well,
[Chorus]
The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were ringing,
The night they drove old Dixie down, and the people were singin’. they went
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,

Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she called to me,
“Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!”
Now I don’t mind choppin’ wood, and I don’t care if the money’s no good.
Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest,
But they should never have taken the very best.

The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were ringing,
The night they drove old Dixie down, and the people were singin’. they went
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,

Like my father before me, I will work the land,
Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand.
He was just eighteen, proud and brave, but a Yankee laid him in his grave,
I swear by the mud below my feet,
You can’t raise a Caine back up when he’s in defeat.

The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were ringing,
The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the people were singin’, they went
Na, la, na, la, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,

The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the bells were ringing,
The night they drove old Dixie down, and the people were singin’, they went
Na, la, na, la, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/90003/