Alert Status Delta Red, Threat Con Super Max!!!!!

The weather channel announced today that Chicago is at TorCon One warning status. That is, Chicago has a one in ten chance of having a tornado today. Good god, where will I hide? Have I collected enough emergency disaster meals, stockpiled enough ammunition, and locked and loaded all of my guns. If the Zombies come and attempt to lay a finger on even one of my coveted survival stash of Snickers bars, I swear I’ll, I’ll…

Be honest, how many of you after hearing the news this weekend that the health worker on the cruise ship this weekend had been cleared of Ebola and was allowed to go home breathed a sigh of relief. Not that she didn’t have Ebola, but that the hysterical media-driven stupidity might at last have crested. Limbaugh started his program whipping up hysteria. The morning show on another rightwing station invited an expert in infectious diseases, and then shifted the cogent and even-tempered answers from the expert into a graphic description of how Ebola kills its victims. They ignored the fact that all two current victims but the first victim, Mr. Duncan, who did not receive proper treatment, have survived the disease. The “logic-anchored” right is replete with panic, alarm and hysteria.

Pick an issue. ISIS terrorists are streaming across the Mexican border, left wide open by Obama, to behead Americans carte blanche and wholesale across the fifty states. Hillary Clinton could care less that the ambassador to Libya was butchered over hours and hours while Obama was asleep or golfing. Hispanic children are bringing pandemics across the border, according to Michael Savage, and Ferguson’s unrest means the welfare coloreds are coming to loot your particular gated suburban community. Obama is dividing America by simply talking about race? Huh? Obama, we are told, and which former Illinois Rep. Joe Walsh so painfully conceded on his Far Side-type of radio program, is a Muslim, who wants to destroy America. Fear, panic, panic, fear!

We are fed a constant diet of fear and panic in this country, through the media, talk radio and by advertisers. It is the sales tactic of last resort, and they are playing it to the hilt. Specifically they target the elderly and the white middle class, and they respond instinctively. There is a deeply ingrained inclination to pay attention to the alarmist. Likely it helped your neighbor known when a lion was stalking the tribe in the Savannahs of central Africa. But this all began when corporations began gobbling up media in this country until 90% or more, including Facebook is poured through multiple filters.

We are told that crime is rampant in Chicago, with murder and mayhem everywhere. It’s out of control! Joe Walsh was pounding the desk with pretend hysterics over this crisis filler. That is, they need to constantly fill the airwaves with the idea, ahead of an election, that the world is crumbling. Truth is, the murder rate-one is too many- will be lower this year than last year. 357 currently, or about 300 less than the peak under Bush, and to be fair, half of what it was in 1994 under Clinton. Last year it was 415. It was 513 under Bush’s final year in office, but alas, no hysteria..

Limbaugh cited a rightwing poll and was screaming into the microphone about 85% of the American people saying that the country is “going to hell!” The right will cite chapter and verse from so-called experts who for self-aggrandizement, or to kiss the ass of the likes of a Hannity or savage for their 3 minutes on TV or radio to feed their fear narrative, but it is all to keep you controlled and diverted from real truths. Ebola killed one guy in this country who was half dead when the for-profit hospital in Texas followed their corporate guidelines and sent him home. That same media ignores many thousands of true, not-hysterical climate scientists warning of climate change; which has already killed thousands(I’ll send you the list) and has already mired us in wars for oil and water.

Occupy missed their true calling. Instead of occupying parks, they should have occupied the media. Imagine the country we might have had they stormed CBS and FOX, Salem, Clear Channel and the rest and returned the media to the people. You rightwingers out there longing for the good old days, how come that that doesn’t apply to a public media that represents and reflects the people, not the wealthy and powerful? How come that doesn’t mean a media that doesn’t strive to keep us distracted with crisis after crisis, day after day?

Learn more about how the State Policy Network aids ALEC and spins disinformation in the states.

The Illinois Policy Institute (IPI) is a conservative think tank with offices in Chicago and Springfield, Illinois, and member of the State Policy Network. IPI is a member of the American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC) as of 2011. IPI is also a member of ALEC’s Health and Human Services Task Force and Education Task Force. Senior Budget and Tax Policy Analyst, Amanda Griffin-Johnson, presented model legislation (the “State Employee Health Savings Account Act”) to the HHS task force at ALEC’s 2011 annual meeting.[4] Collin Hitt, Director of Education Policy, is a private sector member of the Education Task Force representing IPI. He sponsored the “Local Government Transparency Act” at the ALEC 2011 States and Nation Policy Summit. In its 2006 annual report the Cato Institute states that it made a grant of $50,000 to the Illinois Policy Institute. The Cato Institute is a libertarian think tank founded by Charles G. Koch and funded by the Koch brothers.

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The Passenger in Cabin Seven: What would you do? A short story about the Ebola crisis by W.C. Turck

The storm lashed the great cruise ship from stem to stern. The storm had grown out of the mid-Atlantic almost unnoticed a few days before. For the twenty-two hundred and eighty one passengers and crew on board the “Song of the Caribbean” the storm was of little concern, except for the breathtaking sunrises the first week out to sea. That evening the waves were up. The crew watched the storm turn, growing to a category one Hurricane and knew they couldn’t outrun it, but at better than fourteen hundred feet in length and a dead weight tonnage of two hundred thousand pounds the storm was of less concern than the passenger in cabin seven.

“We’ll make for port at Port de Paix,” Captain Arneaux’s white bearded face was lit by the radar screen before him.

First officer Peters, a capable Norwegian who’d cut his sea teeth as skipper of a NATO Frigate before running freighters through the pirate infested waters off Somalia, was at his shoulder. He’d worked beside Arneaux for the better part of 10 years aboard Song, the two of them closer than many married couples.

“If the Haitian’s give us permission.”

“Any word from the line?”

“They’re trying?’ said Peters. “The storm’s turn caught everyone off guard. Warnings are up and the government’s priority will be on preparations.”

Arneaux nodded thoughtfully and sighed. It was weighted by worries about the passenger in cabin 7. The ship had already been refused entry into two ports, despite repeated guarantees that the passenger had been quarantined and confined to her cabin. Arneaux looked up at Peters, finding his piercing green eyes. Peters’ brow was bent with mounting tension.

“They won’t make us face a cat one storm in the open ocean,” said Arneaux. “I won’t allow it either.”

But the Haitians did refuse their port, followed by island nation after island nation. Three days earlier Mexico and Belize had denied them port. Meanwhile the storm grew stronger, seeming to chase after the ship. It added to the mounting tensions of both crew and passenger; all that tension and worry embodied in the passenger in cabin seven. The specter of contamination to the other passengers and beyond took on monumental proportions. Governments, fearing that the disease might spread to their shores banned the ship from docking. The Cubans sent a pair of gunships to shadow the cruise ship for simply passing close to its shoes.

By midnight the storm was now a category five storm, with winds howling near the center at better than one hundred and twenty miles per hour. Arneaux knew for certain that they’d not make it home to port in Florida. Simply the attempt would put them into open ocean and fully at the storm’s mercy. He closed the decks and asked that passengers remain in their cabins. Passing west of Pas de Paix, Arneaux knew he could not turn back. He had another plan; one he hoped would protect the ship and her precious cargo.

Rain Squalls and howling winds buffeted the ship with ever increasing intensity. Even the crew was forbidden on deck except for emergency operations. It was simply too dangerous. Massive waves hammered the Song. By midday the storm had grown to a bludgeoning power the likes of which Arneaux could not recall in his five decades at sea. They pummeled the ship with such force that Arneaux feared losing control to the storm at every moment. The Song of the Caribbean was fighting for its life now.

The sea was a monster. The waves rose and fell like mountains, carrying the ship up one mountain only to plunge it downward a moment later with such force that Arneaux and the exhausted crew on the bridge felt certain they would dive headlong beneath the waves and drive straight for the bottom of the sea. The heat rose in the wheelhouse with the fevered sweat of men and women engaged in mortal combat with sea and storm. Evidence of that effort fogged the windows and painted the faces of that stalwart crew.

Arneaux watched with horror as the churning gray sky disappeared as the ship slid fast and steep into one of these monstrous waves. He caught his breath, his heart interrupted a moment from its maddening rhythm. He nearly crossed himself, certain the ship was doomed, but just at that moment a young sailor, sharing that same terror, looked to him. Arneaux, hoping to rally the young woman’s faltering spirits gave a reassuring nod. This was the worst of the storm, at least for the Song. The eye of the hurricane and the deadliest winds ground across the Caribbean one hundred and eleven miles northeast, but even here, Arneaux understood, it was far more than the ship was designed to sustain for very long.

At that moment the whole ship seemed to rise as if lifted. For just an instant it was suspended between two waves. Everyone aboard felt the ship fall before it was hammered sideways by a punishing wave. The impact tossed Arneaux, First Mate Peters and the rest of the crew around the bridge like rag dolls.

Shaken but unhurt, they climbed back to their stations, but Peters and Arneaux knew instantly. Their eyes met from across the bridge. A moment later the helmsman turned and announced that he’d lost all control of the ship. The Song was helpless. When word came minutes later that the ship was taking on water Arneaux pondered the order that every Captain dreads. The damage was far too great. He gave the Song of the Caribbean no more than seven hours before would she sink beneath the waves forever.

“I’ve no choice, Mister Peters,” he announced. “No one can help us in this weather.”

The lifeboats were enclosed and could be put to sea to give the passengers their best opportunity at survival. Though the storm was beginning to wane, it was much too late for the ship. There was just one last consideration. Arneaux could feel himself aging for it already. What was to be done with the passenger in cabin seven?

“I’ll remain on the bridge until the last person is off,” he said grimly. “I’ve got an assignment for you, if you are able.”

“Cabin Seven?” Peters replied knowingly, his gut tightening. He knew what the captain was about to ask of him. “Is there no other way?”

“Tell me now if you cannot carry out the order,” said Arneaux, “but I cannot risk the lives of any other passengers.”

“We don’t even know for certain that she is infected. The incubation period…”

“Can you afford to take such a chance?”

“There is no other choice?”

“To risk the lives of hundreds or thousands? There is no time.”

“What if , if she…”

Peters was silent for a dreadfully long moment. The weight of this eclipsed the storm still raging around the ship. Peters nodded once. Arneaux laid a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“She cannot leave the ship, but we cannot leave her to drown. I take all responsibility. In my cabin you will find a pistol. Go quickly and find a place on one of the lifeboats.”
“I’ll return here and remain on the bridge with you, captain.”

“That’s an order, Mister Peters.” His tone was firm, but softened. “The passengers will need you during the rescue operation.”

Later Peters would recall being thrown from side to side in the passageways of the dying ship as the storm maintained its unrelenting assault. But at that moment, cast as executioner, he felt pulled, as if by great chains to the captain’s quarters. There, in a small safe and within a small wooden box he found an antique Colt pistol. There were six bullets under the box. He loaded them one at a time into the chamber and pushed it closed until it locked into place. Wrapping it in a towel, as to not attract any attention, Peters closed the door and started back through the ship towards cabin seven.

By now the order had been given to abandon ship. The passageway quickly filled with passengers wearing life jackets. Peters could feel passengers reaching out to him, desperate for information; comfort. He ignored them and pressed against this somber tide and continued to cabin seven. When at last he reached the cabin the passage was empty. A single crewman was standing at the door. He handed Peters the key to the cabin and left at once to join the evacuation.

Peters waited a moment to be certain this part of the ship was fully evacuated then slipped the key into the lock. He stood back and pushed the door open. There, at the edge of a neatly made bed, clad in Capri jeans, clean white tennis shoes and a big orange lifejacket sat a small middle aged woman. Her soft brown eyes rose to meet Peters, looking as if she’d at long last been rescued. Peters stepped inside and, averting his gaze from the woman, closed the door behind him.

“Are we going to the boats?’ she asked simply.

Peters crossed the room and set the pistol down on dresser. It was still wrapped in the towel. In the mirror he could see her eyes go to it, her gaze betraying a sudden realization. Peters looked at the towel. He spoke softly, clearing his throat first.

“There are not enough boats.”

The woman’s eyes darted, her head cocked as if trying to organize a thousand conflicting thoughts. “I’m feeling fine. No fever. Please.”

“You cannot understand how difficult this is.”

“Please, Mister Peters!” she pleaded, standing and stepping towards him. Peters backed away from her, keeping his hand on the towel.

“We can’t risk the other passengers,” he said, “and we cannot leave you aboard the ship.”
She should have fought him. He would have fought, and he fully expected her to resist. Instead, much to his horror, he turned and slowly removed the lifejacket. He wanted her to fight, to resist, to do something that would make her less sympathetic. Instead the woman placed it on the chair beside her bed and turned to him. She turned and lifted her arms out to her sides in a sort of surrender.

“What will you tell my children?” she asked. Tears fell across her cheeks. She wiped them quickly away and somehow managed a chuckled that somehow bespoke the absurdity.

Peters replied the only way he could, bowing his head as he slowly began to unwrap the gun. “I don’t know.”

“Tell them…” she began. “Tell them…”

The pistol lay bare on the dresser for a moment, beside the woman’s Nivea night crème, a hair curler and a postcard from the ship.

“I need one thing,” she said, pulling a picture of her children from a pocket. “Just let me look at them one last time, and then I ask that you see it gets to them.”

Peters nodded and lifted the pistol. Weighing it in his hands he thought that he should know something of this disease. What he knew was from the news, and nothing more than that. That the disease was the scourge of Africa, killing thousands there and creating a panic back at home in America was merely background at the moment. Peters felt himself on the frontline of that war. He couldn’t know if she carried the disease or not. She had cared for a man who had died of the disease, and several of her colleagues had come down with the disease. It was just as likely she was not infected, but how could he know for sure? What if she began the epidemic that caused the deaths of hundreds or thousands? Nor could he leave her on the ship to drown.

“I’ll see to it,” he said. The woman closed her eyes and held out the picture. Peters lifted the gun in one hand and took the photo with the other. Without looking at it, he slipped it into his shirt pocket.

He had never taken another person’s life. Throughout his military career he had pondered the question, but it always carried an abstract quality. Murder is always abstract until it happens. Now at this moment Peters still could not be certain he was capable. The pistol hung by his side, a seemingly impossible weight. It was part of him, as if the long black barrel, the cold pistol grip, the smooth trigger beneath his index finger and the polished lead bullets were part of his DNA.

A thousand permutations ravaged his mind. Was he a murderer or savior? He loathed the thought of bringing her pain, and prayed for a steady hand that it would be over quickly and mercifully for her. How he would accomplish that was suddenly an insurmountable problem. What if her blood or tissue found him somehow? Would a shot to the heart or to…Peters raised the pistol.

The woman breathed heavily. It was a stuttering breath. She whimpered slightly. How would history judge him, he wondered. Did he have any right? What of god and his own conscience? There was nothing now; no storm or stars no world beyond that tiny room. The heat seemed to rise as well. It stifled his breath and sent cold sweat slithering down his spine. Each second felt like an eternity and each felt terribly cruel to the doomed woman before him. Peters raised the pistol and aimed it at the woman, wondering if he was saving the world or dooming himself. He wondered if he was saving the lives of untold victims or playing the part of murderer. His finger tightened on the trigger and he begged god’s forgiveness…

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The Illinois Policy Institute (IPI) is a conservative think tank with offices in Chicago and Springfield, Illinois, and member of the State Policy Network. IPI is a member of the American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC) as of 2011. IPI is also a member of ALEC’s Health and Human Services Task Force and Education Task Force. Senior Budget and Tax Policy Analyst, Amanda Griffin-Johnson, presented model legislation (the “State Employee Health Savings Account Act”) to the HHS task force at ALEC’s 2011 annual meeting.[4] Collin Hitt, Director of Education Policy, is a private sector member of the Education Task Force representing IPI. He sponsored the “Local Government Transparency Act” at the ALEC 2011 States and Nation Policy Summit. In its 2006 annual report the Cato Institute states that it made a grant of $50,000 to the Illinois Policy Institute. The Cato Institute is a libertarian think tank founded by Charles G. Koch and funded by the Koch brothers.


CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. He is currently working on a new book “Shoot Down: An unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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Panic!!! On a funny note, it occurs to me that rightwing talking heads like hannity, Limbaugh and Savage are the characters who get bitch-slapped in disaster movies for being hysterical, or are the pompous ass who gets devoured by the dinosaur. On a serious note, this is about corporations, through their media discrediting government more so we have less protections against unelected powers. The hysteria is a corporate coup. My book, “The Last Man” about a world ruled by a single corporation is not fiction. It is a warning. Find out more at http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-last-man-wc-turck-and-the-99/1108897866?ean=9781469771946

http://finance.yahoo.com/news/texas-college-bans-students-ebola-215612192.html

http://www.vanguardngr.com/2014/10/set-declare-nigeria-senegal-ebola-free/

http://www.sourcewatch.org/index.php?title=Illinois_Policy_Institute

Illinois Policy Institute: Learn more about corporations VOTING to rewrite our laws.

Learn more about how the State Policy Network aids ALEC and spins disinformation in the states.

The Illinois Policy Institute (IPI) is a conservative think tank with offices in Chicago and Springfield, Illinois, and member of the State Policy Network. IPI is a member of the American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC) as of 2011. IPI is also a member of ALEC’s Health and Human Services Task Force and Education Task Force. Senior Budget and Tax Policy Analyst, Amanda Griffin-Johnson, presented model legislation (the “State Employee Health Savings Account Act”) to the HHS task force at ALEC’s 2011 annual meeting.[4] Collin Hitt, Director of Education Policy, is a private sector member of the Education Task Force representing IPI. He sponsored the “Local Government Transparency Act” at the ALEC 2011 States and Nation Policy Summit. In its 2006 annual report the Cato Institute states that it made a grant of $50,000 to the Illinois Policy Institute. The Cato Institute is a libertarian think tank founded by Charles G. Koch and funded by the Koch brothers.


CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. He is currently working on a new book “Shoot Down: An unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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How to Crush Ebola in 90 days.

America at the crossroads. We’ll all be bloody puss by Christmas. The nation will be a virtual ghost town. The airlines devastated. no one will flock to the latest Pixar film for fear of catching or spreading the scourge. That, of course is the panic scenario being pushed very(suspiciously) hard by the rightwing corporate media. But for get science, vaccines, the doctors and the CDC. I know the way to crush Ebola in just three months. And for all the capitalists out there, this has a free market solution.

Ha, you say!. Ebola has already double the number of victims in America. 2. The government is at a loss on stemming the tidal wave of terror flooding into America, carried by those ever more dangerous brown foreign people. Close the borders. Everyone from outside, with an accent, a tint to their complexion and something other than standard GAP or Banana Republic attire MUST BE QUARANTINED!

But wait. If you really want to destroy Ebola, make it popular with blond white upper middle class teenage white girls. Tell them it is the ultimate weight loss plan, but with a side-effect. Put the virus on Coke cans, sell happy meals at McDonalds with Ebola collectibles and have Disney put on the “Ebola” show, ala Saved by the Bell, with a Screech-type character curiously shaped like the virus. Get the virus hooked on over the counter painkillers and booze and give it its own reality series on Bravo. In an interview the now born again virus will invariably make anti-gay statements, be drummed off television, lose its sponsorships and fall out of favor with teen age girls. Done. Gone, until it returns briefly in an MTV where are they now segment…

You are welcome.


CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. He is currently working on a new book “Shoot Down: An unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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I Love Ebola!

I know that democrats, Republicans and corporations love Ebola as well. In fact, they love it so much, they are counting on you to fear it, become obsessed by it and ignore everything else they are sliding by you while their media dangles the shiny keys of the Ebola crisis in your face. Here is the short list of things they want you to forget about:

1. Trans Pacific partnership: This trade agreement will override the constitution, negate congressional oversight, reverse gains on the environmental front and loot the US treasury in favor of corporations. Obama wants to fast track ratification after the election.

2. XL keystone Pipeline: The administration put off a vote on this until after the mid terms. The US will see minimal job gains; in the dozens, not hundreds or thousands. The US will see no benefit in lower gas and oil prices. We are essentially the mule for Canada’s dirty fuel which will ultimately be shipped overseas. The Koch brothers will, however, reap tens of billions.

3. Fracking: With the US essentially a pin cushion for frackers communities are being deprived of water, contamination is on the increase, communities are endangered by radioactive waste from fracking, and earthquakes are on the rise in places that have never seen earthquakes before, like Ohio and Arkansas.

4. ISIS The cost not the war: estimates are for $40 billion annually. Pentagon sources say we could be at war with ISIS for 40 years. Sounds like someone is thinking of long term profits. By last count ISIS was thirty thousand men or so. How did we beat the Germans and Japanese simultaneously in the Second World War with a combined force of about 25 million soldiers?

5. The economy: The administration has hit the markers on traditional economic metrics in the economy, like the stock market and the unemployment numbers. The real indicators are private debt, savings and consumer spending. One is way up and two are way down. 85% of the stock market is is controlled by the top 10% earners in the nation. Your 401k, and those of a hundred million other working class Americans is merely the lubricant to the market and represents a miniscule fraction of the market. What they really want is to get a hold of your Social Security. Think of that the next time you are trying to afford the heating bill and there is one of those regular market corrections!

6. Police Militarization: The issue came to light nationally out of the Ferguson issue. A debate on the militarization and growing brutality of the police was just beginning to take shape in the country right about the time the CDC flew home an Ebola patient. A month later the first patient trundles into a Dallas emergency room. Suddenly Ebola is the greatest threat to the union.

That’s just the short list. There are many more things you should be concerned about before Ebola. I didn’t get to government spying, foreclosures, the banks, the next Attorney general, Global Warming, racism, manipulation of gas and oil prices by the government for political gains, global warming induces invasions by insects destroying crops and soil fertility, corporate and special interest interference of the education system, privatization of government services that drive up the cost and inefficiency of government, and more than $1 trillion in subsidies and tax forgiveness to corporations.

If 50,000 people had Ebola your chances, in a country of 380 million, of catching it would be slightly better than winning the lottery. The wife and I have been playing Lotto for about 10 years, 2 tickets per week and haven’t won a penny. The government says that you can only catch it from exposure to an infected person’s feces…never going to be a problem…having someone vomit on you…avoid that…and blood…if you are living in a Law and Order episode! Relax America. There are even worse diseases that are far more common. Heart disease and strokes kill almost a million annually, mostly because people eat way too much fat and salt, but I don’t see authorities setting up checkpoints to confiscate contraband packs of Kraft Mac N Cheese!


CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. He is currently working on a new book “Shoot Down: An unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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Just trying to get through the day without too many assholes…

Debating a republican friend of mine. We all have them; decent people who otherwise regurgitate every insipidly dumb thing spewed into the so-called public airwaves by FOX and talk radio idiots. I have thoughts on ISIS and what should be done them. I lean towards military action as part of a spectrum of responses, but the more I see ex-generals who lead our nations soldiers to lunches in the PX or pushing papers in Washington on FOX extolling the need for more war, the less I prefer military options. Especially when everyone of these ex-generals is on the board of weapons industry companies. http://www.thenation.com/article/181601/generals-pundits-tk-tk. When Jack Keane, advisor to Academi(formerly Blackwater) and a board member of weapons contractor General Dynamics and Anthony Zinni, outside Director of the “global dense, aerospace and security company” BAE Systems, turn up on FOX pushing for massive military intervention I feel like I’m being played.

Seal the borders, double security at all airports, watch who comes and goes from all Mosques, says my friend. We might have to reopen the camps again! Ship them all home or force them to convert like Sarah Palin says. They’re here, he says. ISIS is streaming across the border in Mexico. I heard it on FOX! And they all have Ebola!

When I reply he’s being a bit paranoid, and that we risk damaging the trust of Muslim neighbors, and perhaps terrifying them-many who have faced genocide and inter-ethnic or national violence in their previous homes-into believing that America is no different than the rest of the world, he was undeterred. The enemy is here! Religion of peace? Ha! There are 1.6 billion Muslims, and if 10% want to kill us…it took him a while to do the math…that means 160 million Muslims! You Liberals, he froths, just don’t get that we are threatened from without and from within.

I say first of all, no offense, but you’re an idiot. It’s alright, he calls me an idiot sometimes too. He’s just wrong about it though. The 10% is made up. There never have been any poles. That was a number Sean Hannity and other right wingers began repeating as if there had been a study done. Never has been. Never was. No such number. And don’t send me this article or that estimate. they are simply repeating the same falsehood. And if 10% of Muslims do hate us, guaranteed it started after 2003 when Bush and Cheney and the right decided to make all this mess about religion rather than about a broader issue of justice.

Second, I tell him, though he’s sort of still seething from the idiot remark, he wants to look at everything as a chicken little, good cowboy/bad cowboy sort of way: Muslims bad, Americans(and Israel) good. Rather, this is how I view the world. The fat white guy who cut me off in his Hummer with an up-raised middle finger a half hour ago is far more of an immediate threat to me and my day than ISIS. the right wing Tea Party idiot in congress, like Texas republican Jack Carter, who votes to slash food stamps to hungry families but approves of hundreds of billions going to corporations is way more of a threat to me than ISIS. the cop who pepper sprays a young girl for protesting proven illegal foreclosures by bankers who will never see a day in jail and will likely be paid a bonus is an exponentially greater threat to me than ISIS. Likewise, the Senator saying the science isn’t in on the climate crisis, with oil company money in his pocket is, well…

ISIS is a danger, so are white supremacists, fascist vegans, fascist Christians, drunken Cubs fans who piss everywhere in the neighborhood, fascist Jews, bigots, the lady at the grocery store who was a complete bitch last night, the retired white guy who thinks the gas station where I’ve just run in for gas while trying to get to work is his own private lottery casino, people who use Socialist as a pejorative, Liberals who dodge the word liberal, people who call themselves libertarians without knowing what the word really means(hint, it isn’t a republican without religion), the Arab guy racing through traffic ala Baghdad driving rules yesterday, people who don’t pick up after their dogs, anyone in the Tea party, 44.5% of the Democrat party, 69.8% of the Republicans, Black guys who become president and then bend over backwards to be white, anyone left or right who starts an argument with “the founding fathers…” or “Thomas Jefferson once said…”, ex-congressmen who become radio hosts and people who blame women for being hit or sexually assaulted. And, above all I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate BULLIES! Of any kind.

the real threats to my life and existence and the happiness of my wife and family boils down to one simple club. It’s a big club, and I spend my days either doing my damnedest to avoid them or fight against them. I know they exist, but they aren’t just in Iraq and Syria right now, they are everywhere. Hell, I admit to being one from time to time. The world would be so much better if we all realized that simple fact, and stopped subdividing these people down to this group or that group and simply called them out for the collective misery they perpetrate on the rest of us.

Until that day I am just trying to get through my day without dealing with assholes. When they pop up and refuse to go away then the world hammers them back into the dark hole they came from…

CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. He is currently working on a new book “Shoot Down: An unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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Immigrants and their Ebola will kill all god-fearing Americans! Are you $%#@ing kidding me? A new rant from the FILTHY PUNDIT(He ought to have his mouth washed out) Politics, way over the %$#@ing top!……………….. Immigrants???!!! We are all seriously fucked now. I just turned on FOX news are some talking asshole named Chris Wallace, the suck dick for a job son of Mike Wallace from CBS and 60 minutes did an alarming piece on Ebola, formerly an African disease that turns your insides to a bloody froth before you shit yourself to death. He dove right in an all but connected it with the immigrant kids invading our southern border. Holy shit! Are those kids about to wipe out white fucking America with Ebola bombs. We’re fucked! Our race is fucked!. Too many brown goddamned immigrants, and every one of them leaving their families, swimming through shark infested waters, travelling 3000 fucking miles without shoes and fucking food to trudge across a desert where they could be killed or die a hundred awful fucking ways just to collect Obama’s $900 a month welfare windfall. Brilliant!… How does Chris Wallace wake up in the morning and, how does his dad not blow his fucking smug brat of a piece of shit of a son away for his smiling rape of true journalism? Here’s the deal, and you are thinking all of this too, so shut the fuck up! Immigrants are a pain in the ass. In my neighborhood a lot of them were African goatherders in the desert last week and this week they’re driving a taxi in a major fucking metropolitan area, or the middle easterners drive like they’re still back in fucking Kashmir or Karachi or fucking Bagdad. Ask my wife about the rude as shit Polish, Indian and Bulgarian bitches she has to deal with. All these goddamned foreigners! They’re like that new motherfucker in the office, and you have to show the asshole everything, cuz he’s fucking new (like that should be an excuse) and you fucking don’t have time for that shit. Pick it up on your own or get the fuck out, and you’re shocked when he fucks something up. And you fucking hate that foreign asshole because he comes in spouting all that hate bullshit at lunch about the old country and the war he just survived. Don’t bring your war and hate over here, right, because we’ve got our own hate, all we can handle here, and we fucking don’t need layers of shit. The one dimensional race hate, or those uppity fags trying to get “rights” to love who they want (Selfish fucks!) or the trannies and don’t forget about the women is enough for us! And we don’t need those Muslims over here with their religion of fucking hate and terriorism. We’ve already got that, it’s called corporatized fucking Christianity. Holy shit, we’ve got enough fucking hate to go around. Fuck, we hate each other, other white people and even our fucking selves. And if there is one thing the brown immigrants are going to upset is the magical fucking existence and all the good things us white people are doing to the planet, like global fucking warming, wars for fucking oil, telling women what they can do with their bodies and fucking over blacks and telling them it’s they’re fucking fault, and telling poor people in Detroit who can’t get water to go fuck themselves. And what about our kids? If we take in all these little fucking brown rats, wet backs and taco eaters, how are we going to justify cutting food stamps while paying rich motherfuckers more and more so they can face fuck us and call it a buffet? Top notch, that we give corporations $3 trillion in government subsidies so we can spend another $10 trillion for the cheap shit they shovel at us, but we can’t spend a couple of billion on children and the poor? No, we have to think of the American kids we’re fucking, instead of adding more foreign kids to fuck as well. Besides, we’ve got a proper system of exploitation by American corporations to fuck them in their own country, or to start wars in their homeland and then walk away saying they have to solve those problems on their own. After all, we are not the worlds policemen, which I agree wholeheartedly with by the way. We were once that shining city on a hill, and the sometimes world policeman, but that required that we gave a fuck about something other than sucking our own dick. Now we are the world’s vandal, the ambassadors of shitty plastic culture and corporate bullies. Hell, we might as well tear down that cunt on Staten Island with that bullshit “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,” written by some bitch named Emma Lazarus. Sounds fucking communist anyway, and where the fuck was she from? Lazarus? Sounds fucking Jewish or Russian or whatever. Don’t recall those words also read with a visa, if you are white and with three forms of approved ID, or whatever the white or the dumb selfish ignorant motherfuckers this country now produces decides. I thought the words were pretty fucking clear and simple. Should be the “Statue of us against all the scum of the world.” Fuck liberty. Freedom is a bullshit lie if it excludes a single fucking soul in the whole goddamned universe! Tear that bitch down and put up a giant middle finger to truly reflect the values of this new America: FUCK YOU WORLD!

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WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. He is currently working on a new book “Shoot Down: An unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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