Poor Mojo's News Show Podcast No. 61 for Thursday, March 1, 2007

Poor Mojo's News Show Podcast No. 61 (64 kbps .mp3 12:13 5.6 Mb)

A daily roundup of things that seemed important.

Lying out of habit, truthing out of spite.



IT’S POOR MOJO’S NEWS SHOW! FOR THURSDAY, MARCH FIRST, TWO THOUSAND AND SEVEN



A DAILY ROUNDUP OF THINGS THAT SEEMED IMPORTANT .



http://www.rawstory.com/showarticle.php?src=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.armytimes.com%2Fnews%2F2007%2F02%2FTNSreedinspect070227%2F

OKAY, FIRST OF ALL, DON'T JOIN THE MILITARY. SECOND OF ALL, IF YOU DO JOIN THE MILITARY, KNOW THAT WHAT THEY TELL YOU WILL NOT BE THE TRUTH. THE GOVERNMENT DOES NOT HAVE TO KEEP ITS END OF ANY DEAL MADE WITH MEMBERS OF THE ARMED FORCES. AND IF YOU THINK YOU'RE GETTING SHAFTED WHILE IN THE MILITARY -- SAY, IF YOU LIVE IN A ROACH-INFESTED CRAPHOLE HOSPITAL FULL OF MOLD AND BROKEN ELEVATORS AS YOU HEAL UP FROM HAVING HALF YOUR HEAD BLOWN OFF IN THE SERVICE OF YOUR COUNTRY -- AND YOU GO WHINING TO THE MEDIA, WELL, THIS HAPPENS. FROM ARMY TIMES: Soldiers at Walter Reed Army Medical Center’s Medical Hold Unit say they have been told they will wake up at 6 a.m. every morning and have their rooms ready for inspection at 7 a.m., and that they must not speak to the media.

“Some soldiers believe this is a form of punishment for the trouble soldiers caused by talking to the media,” one Medical Hold Unit soldier said, speaking on the condition of anonymity.

It is unusual for soldiers to have daily inspections after Basic Training.

PLEASE GO TO CONGRESS DOT ORG OR YOUR CONGRESSPERSON'S WEB SITES AND ALSO WRITE THE PRESIDENT AND TELL THEM TO MAKE THE BRASS AT WALTER REED CUT THIS SHIT OUT.



http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/02/27/AR2007022702116_pf.html

I'M GLAD THAT THOSE WITH MEDICAL INSURANCE IN THE UNITED STATES HAVE A CHOICE OF DOCTORS, BECAUSE THAT'S CERTAINLY WORTH THE LIFE OF A TWELVE-YEAR-OLD BOY. GOOD THING WE DON'T HAVE THAT EVIL SINGLE-PAYER UNIVERAL HEALTH CARE COVERAGE! FROM THE WASHINGTON POST:

Twelve-year-old Deamonte Driver died of a toothache Sunday.

A routine, $80 tooth extraction might have saved him.

If his mother had been insured.

If his family had not lost its Medicaid.

If Medicaid dentists weren't so hard to find.

If his mother hadn't been focused on getting a dentist for his brother, who had six rotted teeth.

By the time Deamonte's own aching tooth got any attention, the bacteria from the abscess had spread to his brain, doctors said. After two operations and more than six weeks of hospital care, the Prince George's County boy died.



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http://www.nationalenquirer.com/celebrity/63796

WE NOW PRESENT POOR MOJO'S NEWSWIRE EDITOR FRITZ'S ESSAY ENTITLED, ANNA NICOLE SMITH DIED OF PNEUMONIA.

Smith's life and death have become, for me, even more essentially contemporary than even Princess Diana's death. This story defines the celebrity age. Diana was killed by the paparazzi, and that has a certain manic zing to it, but ultimately she was still a person whos identity existed distinct from her celebrity.

Smith, whose real name was Vickie Lynn Marshall (nee' Hogan), was a cypher entirely created by her own celebrity. She was almost the ubermensch in a classically Nietzchean sense: she had embraced nihilism so completely, had so completely destroyed herself and her identity, and replaced it with an aesthetic identity, a pose, which obliterated all past, that she has come as close as most anyone else to the Over Man Nietzche describes.

And here, her physicality seeks its vengeance on her numinous self. She had Pneumonia, a diesease of the flesh, but she denied her own reality: apparently the pain killers she was taking aleviated her suffering, but masked how serious the real disease was. She died of pneumonia, feeling fine the whole way.

This is truth. And fact.

And now her orbit of mirrors, the lawyers and hangers on, and the discarded past as embodied by her corpulent mother, all spiral inward toward the collapsing star that was her fragile identity. As her body rots, they tear at it and each other. Because while her guise was only a glamour, it had still managed to accumulate at least the chance of real gold to pair with the artful glimmer. Artifice of the body begat an odd artificial love, which begat an artificial fortune, 500 million dollars, so many zeros it has no physical form, instead having transubstatiated itself beyond mere currency into some new plane composed of pure power, and who ever can tear away the last shreds of that physical form Anna struggled so hard to overcome will win that power for themselves, and they will follow her down that path.

She started as a KFC waitress, and through force of will she created a universe of her very own.

My uncle, Harry Hartman, died of pneumonia two nights ago. He was eighty. He lived longer than any Hartman has ever lived. Pneumonia in this day and age is a death reserved for the poor, the old, the enfeebled. Uncle Harry was some measure of all those things.

For Smith to die of it is like the maw of her past, her physical past, tearing its way through the boundaries of her universe so as to devour her, to tear her back to that moment when she was seventeen, pregant with her son, married to the KFC cook.

Daniel died, then she died. He was destroyed by the drugs that come with her fame. She was destroyed by the delusion of the universe itself, how it hid her basic and original self.

And now, it is like that former woman never existed. She has succeeded in her dream. Everything about Vickie Lynn Hogan is gone, rotting on a slab, soon to be buried in the islands by Daniel, the other remnant. If there is justice, little five month old Dani Lynn will get all of the money in a trust. And she will be the rich beautiful perfect and untainted creature, the wholly made creature, the creature whose substance is artifice and whose artifice is substantial, that her mother always struggled to become but was always denied.

Fatherless Dani Lynn.

Vickie Lynn is dead. But Dani Lynn may yet be risen up.

Rise Up, Dani Lynn! Rise Up!



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http://www.newswire.poormojo.org/archives/014382.php
POOR MOJO'S NEWSWIRE CONTRIBUTOR LONGO COMMENTS ON WHAT GOD HATH WROUGHT WHEN SHE CONNECTED THOSE INTERNETS TUBES:

When Rosie O'Donnell was talking about the international news covering Danny Devito's drunken escapades on the View, she said something along the lines of:"Imagine in China [people talking about it saying], Ching chong ching. Danny Devito. Ching Chong Ching. Drunk. The View. Ching chong."

The audience laughed and that was the end of that.

But then Beau Sia, a well-known poet within the slam poet community posted a response entitled "Open Letter to All the Rosie O'Donnells" on Youtube. And Rosie saw it and responded.

I guess this isn't such a big deal but it is fascinating to me the way technology is changing our social interactions and giving us a voice, enabling us to hold people, especially celebrities, who previously were protected by their disconnect with us normal folk living normal lives, accountable for their actions. Of course, there was the possibility that she wouldn't have seen the video, but it could potentially be passed around and shared until it got so big she couldn't ignore it. In the past, what could SIA have done? Written an angry letter that was thrown in the trash by the intern who opens the mail? Ah. The internet. Is there anything you can't do? Besides make me pancakes, that is. Oh, and hug.

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http://www.darkhorizons.com/news07/070227e.php

POOR MOJO'S NEWSWIRE EDITOR MOJO RALLIES ALL YOU GEEKS OUT THERE TO PREPARE FOR WORLD WAR Z -- THE MOVIE. ACCORDING TO DARK HORIZONS DOT COM:

J. Michael Straczynski, the man who created what remains one of TV most complex serial dramas --"Babylon 5"-- is set to write the adaptation of "World War Z" by Max Brooks for Paramount Pictures reports IGN.

The novel, a clever collection of retrospective interview anecdotes, covers the accounts of nearly four dozen people from all walks of life who played different parts in a virus pandemic that turned most of the world's population into zombies and threatened to overwhelm the globe until we fought back.

HERE'S MOJO'S PERSONAL NOTE: I gobbled the book down in a weekend and loved every page of it. The book is a Studs Terkel-esque look back at the Zombie War and is fragmented and short and jumps all over the globe. It looks like they plan to stay true to the structure and have the main character be a reporter working on chronicling the War.

The Magic Eighball of my soul has been shook, and the reading is: cautiously excited.


http://www.rawstory.com/news/2007/Swift_Boat_financier_pressed_by_Kerry_0228.html
REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD, AND WE END TODAY'S PROGRAM HOPING TO ASSIST SENATOR JOHN KERRY TO SPREAD THE WORD OF HOW HE BENT OVER SWIFTBOATER SAM FOX AND MADE HIM SQUEAL LIKE A PIG. RAW STORY DOT COM HAS THE PLAY-BY-PLAY:

A staid confirmation hearing yesterday took an exciting turn when it gave Senator John Kerry the opportunity to confront a major financier of the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth, a political group that maligned the decorated Vietnam Veteran in the 2004 presidential race. When the senator pressed Sam Fox, a businessman and Bush supporter nominated to be America's next ambassador to Belgium, on the issue, the nominee admitted to Kerry "you're a hero" and called for the government to ban all advocacy groups like the Swift Boat Vets.

And then Fox cried like a little girl. SO FUCKING Pwnd!



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