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It’s only racist to point it out by @BloggersRUs

It’s only racist to point it out
by Tom Sullivan

It is not clear as I’m writing this exactly what went down in Cleveland on Sunday afternoon:

The streets of Cleveland turned ugly on Sunday following the first national Black Lives Matter conference, where activists convened to discuss the use of deadly force between police and African Americans.

Witnesses told local ABC affiliate Newsnet5 that a 14-year-old who was thought to have been intoxicated was slammed to the ground after transit police confronted him about an open container by a bus stop.

Think Progress has more:

After this arrest, protesters rallied near the scene, and one video of the protest shows them linking arms in an apparent effort to prevent police from breaking up the protest. According to reporting by Jonathan Walsh, a reporter with the ABC affiliate, that’s when a white officer began to pepper spray the crowd.

Coverage of such events always bring out the trolls — the kind that still insist racism is over and those who bring it up are the real racists. The comments on Dante Boykin’s Periscope video started with “Is this a new Zoo exhibit?” and got uglier from there.

But you know, it’s only racist to point it out.

QOTD: Dorothy Rabinowitz

QOTD: Dorothy Rabinowitz

by digby

“If you want to extract information all you have to do is put them in a room with Hillary Clinton and make them listen to her speak and they’ll tell you anything”

She seems nice.

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“Somebody’s doing the raping”

“Somebody’s doing the raping”

by digby

I think that should be Trump’s campaign slogan.

LEMON: I read [the stats], that’s about women being raped. It’s not about criminals coming across the border entering the country.

TRUMP: Somebody’s doing the raping, Don. I mean, you know, somebody’s doing it. You say it’s women being raped. Well, who’s doing the raping? Well, how can you say such a thing?

Funny thing. It turns out that somebody is doing the raping — “job creators” like Donald Trump:

The H-2 visa program invites foreign workers to do some of the most menial labor in America. Then it leaves them at the mercy of their employers. Thousands of these workers have been abused — deprived of their fair pay, imprisoned, starved, beaten, raped, and threatened with deportation if they dare complain. And the government says it can do little to help. A BuzzFeed News investigation…

All across America, H-2 guest workers complain that they have been cheated out of their wages, threatened with guns, beaten, raped, starved, and imprisoned. Some have even died on the job. Yet employers rarely face any significant consequences.

Many of those employers have since been approved to bring in more guest workers. Some have even been rewarded with lucrative government contracts. Almost none have ever been charged with a crime.

In interview after interview, current and former guest workers — often on the verge of tears — used the same word to describe their experiences: slavery.

These are legal immigrants.

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Flag waving on hallowed ground

Flag waving on hallowed ground

by digby

So, I took a trip to the Gettysburg memorial yesterday and look who was there protesting:

The Gettysburg National Park does feature some memorials to various Confederate Army units. Like the Union soldier memorials they were paid for by the various states from which the units hailed. But for the most part Gettysburg is about Union soldiers who, as we all know, prevailed in that epic battle on Union soil. Lincoln’s most famous speech was all about the “great cause” for which they died. They didn’t bury any confederate dead in the cemetery. (In fact, the story of what happened to the confederate war dead is really interesting.)

The fact that these were also carrying the wingnut favorite “Don’t Tread On Me” flag shows they were there making a modern political point, not staging a tribute to the confederate soldiers, and frankly they soured the whole atmosphere. It really is hallowed ground.

I don’t think any of the other people who were there yesterday wanted to argue in that place — the 51,112 men who died in those three days of fighting on that battlefield settled the issue in blood a very long time ago. It’s obsessive and sick to keep pushing confederate “pride” after all this time.  Especially there.

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Competing for the crazy

Competing for the crazy

by digby

So John Kasich is coming on fast in New Hampshire.

The poll found a strong early showing in New Hampshire for Ohio Gov. John Kasich, who at 7% is in fourth place among GOP voters there. Mr. Kasich, who formally launched his presidential campaign Monday, has just 2% support in Iowa, good for 11th place among the 17 Republican candidates tested.

Personally, I think that just proves the base really likes the crazy. As I wrote at Salon earlier:

In 2010, Kasich ran for Governor of Ohio as a Tea Party conservative and won. And, in keeping with his Tea Party promises, the first thing he did was decimate the public employees’ unions. Unlike Scott Walker, he didn’t just go after the kindergarten teachers (whom we can all agree are a grave threat to everything Americans hold dear); he also targeted the mostly male professions of police and firefighters. The unions then took it to the ballot and the people voted against Kasich’s law, big time.
That failure seemed to lead him to the decision that it was long past time to let his freak flag fly in public. But his freak flag doesn’t look like any other GOP governor’s freak flag. Where executives like Sam Brownback turned their states into a “petrie dish” [sic] for supply side economics and fundamentalist theocracy, and pretty much destroyed its economy, Kasich came out for the expansion of Medicaid, saying that it was important for poor people to have medical care:
“They can’t afford health care. What are we going to do, leave them out in the street? Walk away from them, when we have a chance to help them? For those that live in the shadows of life, those who are the least among us, I will not accept the fact that the most vulnerable in our state should be ignored. We can help them.”
Later, he committed this heresy:
“Because people are poor doesn’t mean they don’t work hard. … The most important thing for this legislature to think about: Put yourself in somebody else’s shoes. Put yourself in the shoes of a mother and a father with an adult child that’s struggling. Walk in somebody else’s moccasins. Understand that poverty is real.”
Meanwhile, the rest of his party was clutching their pearls over the “47 percent,” and calling anyone who might need assistance “moochers” and “parasites.” By contrast, Kasich might as well have declared that his greatest influence was Karl Marx. Mainstream Republicans and Tea Partiers alike went mad. And the more they tried to obstruct him, the more he resisted. His flinty temperament engaged, he decided to take unilateral actions and fought the Tea Party, the Kochs and his own political allies all the way to the state Supreme Court and won. Then he handily won re-election, setting himself up for this presidential run as a moderate GOP iconoclast in a sea of doctrinaire conservatives.
As Molly Ball put it in this Atlantic article for a few months back, headlined “The Unpleasant Charisma of John Kasich”:
If only, Republican voters might be thinking, there were a candidate who could appeal to blue-collar voters but also mingle with the GOP establishment. A governor who’d proven he could run a large state but who also had national experience. Someone who’d won tough elections and maintained bipartisan popularity in an important swing state. A candidate whose folksy demeanor and humble roots would contrast nicely with Hillary Clinton’s impersonal, stiffly scripted juggernaut. That’s Kasich’s pitch, in a nutshell.
That sounds good, except for one thing. When Kasich let his freak flag fly, he really waved it around and then rubbed it in people’s faces. He’s not the only GOP governor with a bombastic, confrontational style, but his temper flies willy-nilly against just about anyone. For all his failures, and subsequent successes, he’s got a personality that is so strange that if it weren’t for Donald Trump being in the race, he’d get the weirdo prize in a heartbeat.
There was, for example, this odd moment:
Kasich was ticketed on Jan. 11, 2008, for “approaching a public safety vehicle with lights displayed” on Route 315 in Columbus and later paid an $85 fine. But he was not happy about it.
During a Jan. 21 speech to Ohio EPA workers, the governor recalled the day three years ago when he was given the ticket. In telling the story, Kasich, who took office on Jan. 10, three times referred to the Columbus police officer who ticketed him as an idiot as seen in this video:
“Have you ever been stopped by a police officer that’s an idiot,” Kasich asked the seated audience, pausing his speech as he moved around the room. “I had this idiot pull me over on 315. Listen to this story. He says to me, he say, uh, he says you passed this emergency vehicle on the side of the road and you didn’t yield.”
“I said, officer I, are you kidding, I didn’t, I didn’t see any, I didn’t even see any, where the heck was it?” a stammering Kasich recalls. “The last thing I would ever do would be to pass an emergency, are you kidding me?”
“He says, ‘Well I understand that. Give me your license,’” Kasich continues. “He goes back to the car, comes back, gives me a ticket and says you must report to court, if you don’t report to court we’re putting a warrant out for your arrest.”
Then Kasich stills himself and bellows, “He’s an idiot! We just can’t act that way. What people resent are people who are in the government who don’t treat the client with respect.”
Republicans don’t tend to like that sort of talk. And I’m going to guess that his African American constituents aren’t too sympathetic to his plight.
To his credit Kasich later signed an executive order calling for statewide standards for law enforcement in the wake of the Tamir Rice shooting in Cleveland. But that was only after he had said to the Ohio Legislative Black Caucus, when they’d asked him to diversify his lily-white, mostly-male cabinet, “I don’t need your people.” His freak flag flies in all directions.
Then there’s the matter of his 2012 State of the State speech, a legendary address that included some of the following bullet points (collated by Business Insider):
– A reference to his “hot wife”
– Imitating someone with Parkinson’s disease
– Warning two recipients of the the Governor’s Courage Awards not to sell their medals on eBay.
– Calling Californians “a bunch of wackadoodles.”
– Referring to ethnic communities as “the ethnics,” and to God as a “lobbyist” for the “mentally ill, the disabled, the poor.”
– Giving a “shout-out” to virtually every person in the room — and multiple shout-outs to Ohio State President Gordon Gee
– Telling the people of Ohio that he wanted to “touch them.”
– Mentioning Galileo, Soviet gulags, John Adams and “Navy SEAL” — all in one breath.
– Crying



More at the link.

“Monsters from the id” by @BloggersRUs

“Monsters from the id”
by Tom Sullivan

So I’m driving through an upscale neighborhood in Greenville, SC this week and pass a big house with a big yard, and a fresh, new Confederate flag flying right beside the road.

Except it’s not the familiar battle flag of the Army of Northern Virginia, the one they just took down in the state capitol. It’s the first flag of the Confederate States of America.

I’ve seen a lot of Confederate battle flags over the decades, but this is the first time I’ve seen this particular flag displayed by a homeowner. Ever.

I wonder how many others recognized it? The battle flag came down in Columbia just weeks ago and already neo-confederates are going “more abstract” with their white supremacist. Just as they once did with “forced busing, states’ rights, and all that stuff.” Somewhere, is Lee Atwater smiling?

The RNC apologized to the NAACP a decade ago for the Southern Strategy. Republicans just never abandoned it. Fueling white resentment as a get-out-the-vote tool has worked too well too long for the GOP. They just can’t quit that flag. Resentment is the conservative id. Nurtured for years. Promoted. Now in the person of Donald Trump it is coming back to bite them. Maybe:

They say he’s trashing the Republic brand. They say he’s “stirring up the crazies,” in the words of Senator John McCain. But Trump is the brand, to a sizable degree. And the crazies have long flourished in the Republican media wing, where any amount of gaseous buffoonery goes unchallenged.

And now that the party can’t control him, Trump threatens to destroy its chances if he doesn’t get his way, running as an independent with unlimited wealth — a political suicide bomb.

Trump is a byproduct of all the toxic elements Republicans have thrown into their brew over the last decade or so — from birtherism to race-based hatred of immigrants, from nihilists who shut down government to elected officials who shout “You lie!” at their commander in chief.

Dan Balz wrote at the Washington Post:

Many Republicans want Trump to go away. But they are wary about trying to hasten his fall because they fear they will pay too high a price among those for whom he has provided a voice.

A voice for those with years of conditioned resentment thirsty to guzzle the Kool-Aid Trump is peddling. And ready to burn down their own shining city on a hill if they can’t have her for themselves.

Monsters from the id.” The horrors of our nightmares were unseen enemy in Forbidden Planet. An enemy unleashed by a race of geniuses who destroyed themselves when their own creation spun out of control.

But don’t hold your breath.

Saturday Night at the Movies by Dennis Hartley — Destroyer of worlds: Top 15 Nuke Films

Saturday Night at the Movies

Destroyer of worlds: Top 15 Nuke Films


By Dennis Hartley


Hiroshima, August 1945










“The atomic bomb made the prospect of future war unendurable. It has led us up those last few steps to the mountain pass; and beyond there is a different country.”
-J. Robert Oppenheimer
At the beginning of this year I was ensconced in knee surgery recovery, so I completely missed the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists January 22 news release announcing that the hands on the Doomsday Clock had now been moved to 3 minutes to midnight (I’ll lay odds the story received little to no media coverage anyway, because it held nowhere near the import regarding future generations as that national nightmare we called Deflategate).
Those geeks in the white lab coats didn’t mince any words, either:
Today, unchecked climate change and a nuclear arms race resulting from modernization of huge arsenals pose extraordinary and undeniable threats to the continued existence of humanity. And world leaders have failed to act with the speed or on the scale required to protect citizens from potential catastrophe. These failures of leadership endanger every person on Earth. 
Good times ahead!
In just over a week from now, we will mark the 70th anniversary of mankind’s entry into that “different country”. So what have we learned since 8:15am, August 6, 1945-if anything? Well, we’ve tried to harness the power of the atom for “good”, however, as has been demonstrated repeatedly, that’s not working out so well (Three Mile Island, Chernobyl, Fukushima, et al) Also, there are enough stockpiled weapons of mass destruction to knock Planet Earth off its axis, and we have no guarantees that some nut job, whether enabled by the powers vested in him by the state, or the voices in his head (doesn’t really matter-end result’s the same) won’t be in a position at some point in the future to let one or two or a hundred of ‘em rip. Hopefully, cool heads and diplomacy (as most recently demonstrated by the Iran nuclear deal) will continue to keep us all rad-free.
Given that nukes are sexy again (at least for the next week or two) I am sharing my picks for the top 15 nuke films you should watch before…we all go together (when we go). Why 15, instead of the usual 10? Long-time readers may be aware that I have published several nuke-themed posts in the past; however this is my “ultimate” list, revised and culled from all previous. In a way, it’s “new”. Clear? As per usual, in alphabetical order:
The Atomic CafeWhoopee we’re all gonna die! But along the way, we might as well have a few laughs. That seems to be the impetus behind this 1982 collection of cleverly reassembled footage culled from U.S. government propaganda shorts from the Cold War era (Mk 1), originally designed to educate the public about how to “survive” a nuclear attack (all you need to do is get under a desk…everyone knows that!). In addition to the Civil Defense campaigns (which include the classic “duck and cover” tutorials) the filmmakers have also drawn from a rich vein of military training films, which reduce the possible effects of a nuclear strike to something akin to a barrage from, oh I don’t know- a really big field howitzer. Harrowing, yet perversely entertaining. Written and directed by Jayne Loader, Pierce Rafferty and Kevin Rafferty (Kevin went on to co-direct the similarly constructed 1999 doc, The Last Cigarette, a takedown of the tobacco industry).
Black Rain-For obvious reasons, there have been a fair amount of postwar Japanese films dealing with the subject of nuclear destruction and its aftermath. Some take an oblique approach, like Gojira or Kurosawa’s I Live in Fear (see my reviews below). Others deal directly with survivors (referred to in Japan as hibakusha films). One of the top entries in the latter genre is this overlooked 1989 drama from Shomei Imamura (The Ballad of Narayama, Vengeance is Mine) which tells a relatively simple story of three Hiroshima survivors: an elderly couple and their niece, whose scars run much deeper than the physical. The narrative is sparse, yet contains more layers than an onion (especially when one takes the deep complexities of Japanese society under consideration). Interestingly, Imamura injects a polemic which points an accusatory finger in an unexpected direction.
China Syndrome– Well directed by James Bridges (who co-scripted with Mike Gray and T.S. Cook), this nail-biting thriller centers on an ambitious reporter (Jane Fonda) who ends up in the “wrong place at the right time” while conducting a routine interview at a nuclear power plant. Her cameraman (Michael Douglas, who produced) captures (at first accidently, then surreptitiously) potentially damning footage of what appears to be a serious radioactive containment issue and subsequent scramble by officials to cover it up. To their dismay, Fonda and Douglas discover that getting the truth out to the public might require them to make loathsome moral compromises, not only with plant officials, but with the brass back at the television station. Jack Lemmon gives a heartbreaking performance as a conflicted man desperately wrestling with his conscience. The film is a dire warning about the inherent dangers of nuclear energy, and of a too-compliant media.
The Day After Trinity-This thoughtful and absorbing film about the Manhattan Project and its subsequent fallout (literal, historical, political and philosophical) is one of the best documentaries I have ever seen, period. At its center, it is a profile of project leader J. Robert Oppenheimer, whose moment of professional triumph (the successful test of the world’s first atomic bomb, just three weeks before one was dropped on Hiroshima) also brought him an unnerving precognition about the destructive horror he and his fellow physicists had enabled the military machine to unleash. Oppenheimer’s journey from “father of the atomic bomb” to anti-nuke activist (and having his life destroyed by the post-war Red hysteria) is a twisted and tragic tale of Shakespearean proportions. Two recommended companion pieces: Roland Joffe’s 1989 drama Fat Man And Little Boy, which focuses on the working relationship between Oppenheimer (Dwight Schultz) and the military director of the Manhattan Project, General Leslie Groves (Paul Newman); and an outstanding 1980 BBC miniseries called Oppenheimer (starring Sam Waterston).
Desert Bloom-Although his off-screen political 360 in recent years may have obfuscated this fact for some of us lib’ruls, Jon Voight remains one of America’s greatest actors-take a gander at this overlooked gem from 1986. Voight is an embittered, paranoid, alcoholic WW2 vet, who runs a “last chance” gas station on the outskirts of Las Vegas in the early 1950s. He makes life nerve-wracking for his long-suffering wife (JoBeth Williams) and three daughters. On a “good” day, Dad is an engaging, loving and even erudite fellow. But there are more “bad” days than good, and that’s when Mr. Hyde comes to visit. This is particularly stressful to his eldest daughter (Annabeth Gish, in an impressive film debut). When a free-spirited aunt (Ellen Barkin) comes to visit, she sets off the emotional time bomb that has been ticking within this dysfunctional family for a long while. Director Eugene Corr and screenwriter Linda Remy draw insightful parallels between the fear and uncertainty of nuclear threat (the story is set on the eve of a desert bomb test), and the fear and uncertainty of growing up with an alcoholic parent. This is a unique, powerful and touching coming-of-age tale, beautifully made and splendidly acted by all.
Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb-“Mein fuehrer! I can walk!” Although we have yet (knock on wood) to experience the global thermonuclear annihilation that ensues following the wheelchair-bound Dr. Strangelove’s joyous (if short-lived) epiphany, so many other depictions in Stanley Kubrick’s seriocomic masterpiece about the tendency for men in power to eventually rise to their own level of incompetence have since come to pass, that you wonder why the filmmakers even bothered to make all this shit up. In case you are one of the three people reading this who have never seen the film, it’s about an American military base commander who goes a little funny in the head (you know…”funny”) and sort of launches a nuclear attack on the Soviet Union. Hilarity (and oblivion) ensues. You rarely see a cast like this: Peter Sellers (playing three characters), George C. Scott, Sterling Hayden, Slim Pickens, Keenan Wynn, James Earl Jones and Peter Bull (who can be seen breaking character as the Russian ambassador and cracking up as Strangelove’s prosthetic arm seems to take on a mind of its own). There are so many great lines, that you might as well bracket the screenplay (by Kubrick, Terry Southern and Peter George) with quotation marks. BTW, if you are a fan of this film, check out HBO’s new series, The Brink; while initially a bit clunky (and distractingly derivative), it’s really begun to find its rhythm as of episode 4.
Fail-SafeDr. Strangelove…without the laughs. This no-nonsense 1964 thriller from the late great director Sidney Lumet takes a more clinical look at how a wild card scenario (in this case, a simple hardware malfunction) could ultimately trigger a nuclear showdown between the Americans and the Russians. Talky and a bit stagey; but riveting nonetheless thanks to Lumet’s skillful pacing (and trademark knack for bringing out the best in his actors), Walter Bernstein’s intelligent screenplay (with uncredited assistance from Peter George, who also co-scripted Dr. Strangelove) and a superb cast that includes Henry Fonda (a commanding performance, literally and figuratively), Walter Matthau, Fritz Weaver, and Larry Hagman. There’s no fighting in this war room (aside from one minor scuffle), but lots of suspense. The film’s final scene is chilling and unforgettable.
Gojira-It’s no secret that the “king of the monsters” was borne of fear; the fear of “the Bomb” as only the Japanese could have truly understood it back in 1954 (especially when one considers it was released only 9 years after Hiroshima and Nagasaki). It’s also important to distinguish between this original Japanese cut of the film, and the relatively butchered version released in the U.S. in 1956 as Godzilla , King of the Monsters. That is because the original Japanese cut not only has a more haunting and darkly atmospheric quality, but carries a strong anti-nuke message as well (it’s an American H-bomb test that awakens the long-slumbering beast from his deep-sea hibernation). The U.S. cut downplays this subtext (replacing cut footage with inserts featuring Raymond Burr). This is why American audiences remained largely oblivious to the fact that the film was inspired by a real-life 1954 incident involving a Japanese fishing vessel (“The Lucky Dragon”). The boat was in an alleged “safe zone” near one of the Bikini Atoll bomb tests conducted by the U.S. in March of that year. Many of the crew members received serious burns, and one of the injured eventually died of radiation sickness. This original 1954 Toho version is the first and the best of what was to ultimately become a silly franchise.
I Live in Fear -This 1955 Akira Kurosawa film was the great director’s follow-up to The Seven Samurai, and arguably one of his most overlooked efforts. It’s a melodrama concerning an aging foundry owner (Toshiro Mifune, disguised in theatrically exaggerated Coke-bottle glasses and silver-frosted crew cut) who literally “lives in fear” of the H-bomb, to the point of obsession. Convinced that the “safest” place on Earth from radioactive fallout is in South America, he tries to convince his wife and grown children to pull up stakes and resettle on a farm in Brazil. His children, who have families of their own and rely on their father’s factory for income, are not so hot on that idea. In fact, they take him to family court and have him declared incompetent. This sends Mifune’s character spiraling into madness. Or are his fears really so “crazy”? It is one of Mifune’s most powerful and moving performances. Kurosawa instills shades of Shakespeare’s “King Lear” into the narrative (a well he drew from again some 30 years later, in Ran).
Miracle Mile Depending on your worldview, this is either an “end of the world” film for romantics, or the perfect date movie for fatalists. Anthony Edwards and Mare Winningham give winning performances as a musician and a waitress who Meet Cute at L.A.’s La Brea Tar Pits museum. But before they can hook up for their first date, Edwards stumbles onto a fairly reliable tip that L.A. is about to get hosed…in a major way. The resulting “countdown” scenario is a genuine, edge-of-your seat nail-biter. In fact, this modestly budgeted, 90-minute sleeper offers more heart-pounding excitement (and much more believable characters) than any bloated Hollywood disaster epic from the likes of a Michael Bay or a Roland Emmerich. Writer-director Steve De Jarnatt stopped doing feature films after this 1988 gem (his only other credit is Cherry 2000).
No Nukes -This 1980 documentary was compiled with highlights from a five-night Madison Square Garden concert series and one-off Battery Park rally organized the previous year by Musicians United for Safe Energy (“MUSE”), a collective of activists and Woodstock generation music icons aiming to raise awareness of non-nuclear energy alternatives in the wake of the Three-Mile Island plant incident. It’s a real 1970s “soft rock” time capsule: Jackson Browne, The Doobie Brothers, Bonnie Raitt, James Taylor, Carly Simon, and Crosby, Stills, & Nash are all here in their glory. They’re all in fine form, but the “California mellow” contingent is roundly blown off the screen by a rousing and cacophonous 20-minute finale courtesy of Bruce Springsteen and his E Street Band-at the peak of their powers. It’s not the most dynamically produced concert film (don’t expect the cinematic artistry of, say, The Last Waltz), but the performances are heartfelt, and the message is a positive call to action that is more timely now than ever.
Silkwood-The tagline for this 1983 film was intriguing: “On November 13th, 1974, Karen Silkwood, an employee of a nuclear facility, left to meet with a reporter from The New York Times. She never got there.” One might expect a riveting conspiracy thriller to ensue; however what director Mike Nichols and screenwriters Nora Ephron and Alice Arden do deliver is an absorbing character study of an ordinary working-class woman who performed an act of extraordinary courage which may (or may not) have led to her untimely demise. Meryl Streep gives a typically immersive portrayal of Silkwood, who worked as a chemical tech at an Oklahoma facility that manufactured plutonium pellets for nuclear reactor fuel rods. On behalf of her union (and based on her own observations) Silkwood testified before the AEC in 1974 about ongoing health and safety concerns at her plant. Shortly afterwards, she tested positive for an unusually high level of plutonium contamination. Silkwood alleged malicious payback from her employers, while they countered that she had engineered the scenario herself. Later that year, on the last night of her life, she was in fact on her way to meeting with a Times reporter, armed with documentation to back her claims, when she was killed after her car ran off the road. Nichols stays neutral on the conspiratorial whisperings; but still delivers the goods here, thanks in no small part to his great cast, including Kurt Russell (as Silkwood’s husband), and Cher (garnering critical raves and a Golden Globe for her supporting performance).
TestamentOriginally an American Playhouse presentation, this film was released to theatres and garnered a well-deserved Best Actress nomination for Jane Alexander (she lost to Shirley MacLaine). Director Lynne Littman takes a low key, deliberately paced approach, but pulls no punches. Alexander, her husband (William DeVane) and three kids live in sleepy Hamlin, California, where the afternoon cartoons are interrupted by a news flash that a number of nuclear explosions have occurred in New York. Then there is a flash of a whole different kind when nearby San Francisco (where DeVane has gone on a business trip) receives a direct strike. There is no exposition on the political climate that precipitates the attacks; a wise decision by the filmmakers because it helps us zero in on the essential humanistic message of the film. All of the post-nuke horrors ensue, but they are presented sans the histrionics and melodrama that informs many entries in the genre. The fact that the nightmarish scenario unfolds so deliberately, and amidst such everyday suburban banality, is what makes it all so believably horrifying and difficult to shake off. As the children (and adults) of Hamlin succumb to the inevitable scourge of radiation sickness and steadily “disappear”, like the children of the ‘fairy tale’ Hamlin, you are left haunted by the final line of the school production of “The Pied Piper” glimpsed earlier in the film…“Your children are not dead. They will return when the world deserves them.”
Thirteen Days-I will confess that I had a block against watching this film about the 1962 Cuban missile crisis for years (it was released in 2000), for several reasons. For one, director Roger Donaldson’s uneven output (for every Smash Palace or No Way Out, he’s got a Species or a Cocktail to kill the buzz). I also couldn’t get past “Kevin Costner? In another movie about JFK?!” Finally, I felt that the outstanding 1974 made-for-TV film, The Missiles of October would be hard to top. But to my surprise-I found this to be one of Donaldson’s better films. Bruce Greenwood and Steven Culp make a very credible JFK and RFK, respectively. The film works as an exciting political thriller, yet it is also intimate and very moving at times (especially in the Oval Office scenes between the brothers). Costner provides the “fly on the wall” perspective as Kennedy insider Kenny O’Donnell. Costner gives a compassionate performance; on the downside he proves once again that he has a tin ear for regional dialects (that Hahvad Yahd brogue comes and goes of its own free will). According to a tidbit of trivia posted on the Internet Movie Database, this was the first film to be screened at the White House by George and Laura Bush in 2001. Knowing this now…I don’t know whether to laugh or cry myself to sleep.
Threads– Out of all of the selections on my list, this is arguably the grimmest and most sobering “nuclear nightmare” film of them all. Originally produced for British television in 1984, it aired that same year here in the states on TBS (say what you will about Ted Turner-but I always admired him for being the only American TV exec with the balls to air it). Mick Jackson directs with an uncompromising sense of docu-realism that makes The Day After (the similarly-themed U.S. television film from the previous year) look like a Teletubbies episode. The story takes a run-of-the-mill, medium sized city (Sheffield, England) and shows what would happen to its populace during and after a nuclear strike…in graphic detail. The filmmakers make it very clear that, while this is a dramatization, it is not designed to “entertain” you in any sense of the word. Let me put it this way-don’t get too attached to any of the main characters. The message is simple and direct-nothing good comes out of a nuclear conflict. It’s a living, breathing Hell for all concerned-and anyone “lucky” enough to survive will soon wish they were fucking dead.

Reince, you’ve got a problem

Reince, you’ve got a problem

by digby

The longer this continues the bigger the GOP problem.  It’s still early and the odds are still very good that Trump will flame out, but it’s become very clear that a fair number of Republicans really, really like what he is saying:

A new Economist/YouGov poll finds Donald Trump way ahead of the GOP presidential field with 28% support, followed by Jeb Bush at 14%, Scott Walker at 13%, Ben Carson at 7% and Rand Paul at 5%.

Key finding: “There is clearly a core group of registered voters who identify as Republicans that has coalesced around Trump’s tough talk and proposals. He is even more clearly in first place than he was two weeks ago”

Also interesting: “A separate YouGov poll completed Wednesday suggests a reason why the McCain controversy may not have affected Trump as much as some expected. Two out of three Republicans view McCain as a war hero. But fewer say they have a favorable opinion of him.”

It’s been said before but I’ll say it again: they created this monster and now it’s out of control. And I’m not talking about Trump. I’m talking about the GOP base. Don’t blame the Donald,he’s just an opportunist. Blame Rush Limbaugh and Roger Ailes.

They probably couldn’t find Iran on a map

They probably couldn’t find Iran on a map

by digby

Wisconsin Senator Ron Johnson is not the sharpest tool in the shed, we know that.  And neither is his “Super-PAC”:

A new ad touting Wisconsin Sen. Ron Johnson’s opposition to President Obama’s nuclear deal with Iran features a photoshopped image of President Obama shaking hands with Iranian President Hassan Rouhani, as well as a still from a propaganda video produced by ISIS.

The ad, which is running in the Madison, Milwaukee, and Green Bay markets, was created by Restoration PAC, a group based in Oak Brook, Illinois.

“Some of our leaders, like Ron Johnson, understand that preventing Iran from getting the bomb is essential to our safety,” warns the ad. “Others, like President Obama, insist on signing a toothless agreement that makes us less safe.”

The ad’s background images include a shot from an ISIS-produced video, footage of a smoldering World Trade Center, and an image of the president shaking hands with Iranian President Hassan Rouhani.

Obama and Rouhani have never met, however. The photograph was created from a image of Obama meeting with Indian Prime Minister Manmohan in 2011.

When asked for comment, Restoration PAC spokesman DanCurry told BuzzFeed News, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re saying that’s a photoshop — can you explain what you’re talking about?”

When Curry was told that Obama and Rouhani have never met, Curry said he would “take a look at that.”

Asked about the ad’s use of ISIS-related imagery, however, Curry said it was “nonsensical” that media companies can use the propaganda videos but not political campaigns.

“So you’re saying that media companies can use ISIS, what you call propaganda imagery, but political campaigns can’t use ISIS imagery, no matter what the message they’re trying to portray?” asked Curry. “That just doesn’t make sense to me, it’s just nonsensical.”

“The point is to show ISIS as bad people,” Curry said. “It certainly isn’t being used as propaganda for them, it’s being used as propaganda against them.”

I think there’s a good case to be made that all these hysterical anti-Iran ads are actually functioning as propaganda for ISIS but whatever.

This is just dumb. But they don’t care.

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COINTELPRO anyone?

COINTELPRO anyone?

by digby

I know you’ll be shocki=ed to hear this but the DHS has been surveilling the Black Lives Matter movement. Because… terrorism? They don’t say:

The Department of Homeland Security has been monitoring the Black Lives Matter movement since anti-police protests erupted in Ferguson, Missouri last summer, according to hundreds of documents obtained by The Interceptthrough a Freedom of Information Act request.

The documents, released by the Department of Homeland Security’s Office of Operations Coordination, indicate that the department frequently collects information, including location data, on Black Lives Matter activities from public social media accounts, including on Facebook, Twitter, and Vine, even for events expected to be peaceful. The reports confirm social media surveillance of the protest movement and ostensibly related events in the cities of Ferguson, Baltimore, Washington, DC, and New York.

They also show the department watching over gatherings that seem benign and even mundane. For example, DHS circulated information on a nationwide series of silent vigils and a DHS-funded agency planned to monitor a funk music parade and a walk to end breast cancer in the nation’s capital.

In case you are unfamiliar with Cointelpro, here’s the official story from The FBI website:

COINTELPRO The FBI began COINTELPRO—short for Counterintelligence Program—in 1956 to disrupt the activities of the Communist Party of the United States. In the 1960s, it was expanded to include a number of other domestic groups, such as the Ku Klux Klan, the Socialist Workers Party, and the Black Panther Party. All COINTELPRO operations were ended in 1971. Although limited in scope (about two-tenths of one percent of the FBI’s workload over a 15-year period), COINTELPRO was later rightfully criticized by Congress and the American people for abridging first amendment rights and for other reasons.

Isn’t that special? Here’s the Wikipedia rundown:

FBI records show that COINTELPRO resources targeted groups and individuals that the FBI deemed “subversive”,[9] including

  • communist and socialist organizations;
  • organizations and individuals associated with the Civil Rights Movement, including Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and others associated with the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the Congress of Racial Equality, and other civil rights organizations;
  • black nationalist groups;
  • the Young Lords;
  • the American Indian Movement;
  • the white supremacist groups;
  • the Ku Klux Klan;
  • the National States’ Rights Party;
  • a broad range of organizations labeled “New Left”, including Students for a Democratic Society and the Weathermen;
  • almost all groups protesting the Vietnam War, as well as individual student demonstrators with no group affiliation;
  • the National Lawyers Guild;
  • organizations and individuals associated with the women’s rights movement;
  • nationalist groups such as those seeking independence for Puerto Rico, United Ireland, and Cuban exile movements including Orlando Bosch’s Cuban Power and the Cuban Nationalist Movement;
  • and additional notable Americans.

FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover issued directives governing COINTELPRO, ordering FBI agents to “expose, disrupt, misdirect, discredit, neutralize or otherwise eliminate” the activities of these movements and their leaders. Under Hoover, the agent in charge of COINTELPRO was William C. Sullivan. Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy personally authorized some of these programs. Kennedy would later learn that he also had been a target of FBI surveillance.

I’m sure they would never do anything like this again though so there’s no reason to worry. They’re just trying to keep us safe.  From ourselves.

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