Political Frenzy

That’s right, fellow blogger Jeff O’Bryant of Right News and Views and I will be teaming up for a blog crossover EXTRAVAGANZA! You want to know the real deal about the upcoming Presidential Election candidates? We will be co-authoring profiles on both parties’ nominees. Since I’m fairly left-wing and he’s fairly right-wing, you can be guaranteed that the profiles will be completely accurate, with our opposing viewpoints canceling each other out to create pure Truth™.

Starting next week Political Frenzy will be publishing profiles on Democratic candidates, and Right News and Views will be publishing profiles on Republican candidates - so you’ll have to read both for the full scoop!

Exciting stuff, true believers!* So get ready for some great coverage from the transcontinental bipartisan duo that is we!

*Stan Lee reference

While riding the bus to school today, I was witness to something that touched my heart.

I was sitting in the back of the bus, with my headphones on listening to “Feign Amnesia” by They Might Be Giants (a wonderful little ditty off of their latest album “The Else” apparently about Alberto Gonzales) and working on a paper for my Environmental Studies class when the bus stopped in SoDo (south of downtown industrial district)

Onto the bus stepped a man wearing blue flannel with a big bushy red beard on his chin and a Nascar cap on his head. He sat down near the front of the bus while the others who were waiting at the bus stop got on. When the bus began to move, he noticed that one woman - apparently and African Muslim with a colorful cloak covering her from head to toe, only the top part of her face showing - was the only person standing, having gotten on the bus last. He stood up and tapped her gently on the shoulder, motioning for her to sit down where he had sat. She smiled and took the seat as he moved farther back on the bus.

When on September 12th, 2001 I saw Nascar-hatted men verbally berating women in burkas and chadors, and heard tales of men being beaten simply for wearing turbans, I thought that this country had gone down an irreversible path of hatred. Now I am happily proven wrong. Maybe it’s just in Seattle, maybe it was just one man, but that still keeps hope alive.

Comment and share with me any similar experiences!

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They Might Be Giants, Nascar, Racism, Bus, King County Metro, Awesome stuff

Further apologies for not yet posting the interview with Maz Jobrani. Midterms at night school tend to deter internet activities.

Slow days in the political sphere, according to news feeds. A haggard nation leads a weary world through a time of seemingly insurmountable exhaustion. Frustrations and tensions run high, and release seems impossible. Stagnation leads to infection, and sedentary ways lead to bed sores. I think at this point, we all want peace and quiet - we want the wars overseas and at home to just stop so we can sit down and watch whatever semi-raunchy prime-time family sitcom NBC has cooked up for us now, eating microwavable dinners, and not saying a word - just laughing at characters on the screen.

So many problems in today’s world - from the depletion of our water supplies to the devastation of Central Africa; from the bitter and heartbreaking cold resignation of our sons, brothers, sisters and daughters in Iraq to the passionate howls of those weeping rivers of tears at the blood spilled in Virginia - and the Post-Modern Man or today is all but helpless, waiting and praying for the Presidential Primaries for his first chance to maybe have an effect on the world.

A deep coma of helplessness is gripping my generation - I believe we’re calling it the “MyPod” generation - as we repair to tiny boxes of existence, seeking the next high either online or in an anonymous mosh pit, and rarely in class or at a dinner with loved ones.

It is not 1944 anymore - back when an American had a cause worth dying for, and a life worth celebrating. It isn’t 1962, when modern conveniences flooded a market controlled by the middle class, eager to see the future unfold before their very eyes as chrome appliances promised utopia and the Jetsons guaranteed flying cars. It’s not 1973 any longer, when a world of social possibilities and the opportunity to shape a nation was open to anyone with a guitar and a thumb to stick out beside the road. 1977 has come and gone, and with it the rage of a generation abandoned by its elders, the children of the upper and lower class rejecting their wealth and heritage to live in squalor with a mohawk, clinging to principles instead of stability. Not even the flannel wearing MTV generation of 1994 still has momentum, as a creative revolution had its soul sucked out by the corporate interests.

MyPod Generation. We will be remembered as the most apathetic and useless generation, bringing shame to the American tradition set forth by the Golden Generation, who fought and died to defeat fascism, and came home to give birth to a new democracy. We are neither Gold nor Silver, not even Bronze. We are not Chrome, nor Tie-Dye, nor Black Leather, nor Flannel.

We’re whatever color Steve Jobs and Tom Anderson tell us to be.

I believe some may have misinterpreted my last post. I am not claiming that ONLY environment creates a killer. An unfertilized egg will never hatch, and most of us, no matter what what’s around us, will ever kill anyone, let alone dozens of innocent people. But a fertilized egg requires a specific amount of warmth to hatch. Some people have in them the capacity to become killers, but only under the right circumstances will they explode into a monster.

Hokie Spirit Memorial Fund

April 16, 2007, will be remembered as one of the darkest days in the history of the Virginia Tech community and the world beyond.

To remember and honor the victims of those tragic events, the university has established the Hokie Spirit Memorial Fund to aid in the healing process and generate financial support.

The fund will be used to cover expenses including but not limited to:

• Grief counseling
• Memorials
• Communication expenses
• Comfort expenses
• Incidental needs

If you plan to give, please click the link below:

This website is now mine, thanks to the folks at 451press.com - and things will be different. From now on you will be getting news and articles, not the tribulations of life. This is a political blog, and from now on it shall be treated as such.

My name is Bijhan Al-Attack. I’m a musician - I guess professionally, since I got paid for some work on an album a while ago. I also write a lot of fiction, but you can rest assured that my intentions here are to seek out the truth. I have written for the City Collegian, Seattle Central Community College’s school newspaper and #1 school newspaper in the country, so journalism’s in the grab-bag.

This nation is too concerned with “unbiased” reporting, when the fact is that it’s impossible. Every word we could possibly use has some kind of connotation beyond it actual meaning, so no matter how you report it, it will have some kind of slant. So now we have a bunch of biased reporting out there, but instead of being blatant and obvious, it’s hard to sift through the careful wording to get through to what actually happened.

I will not claim to be unbiased. I am biased as all get-out. But I’ll still tell you the truth. Because let’s face it folks - you need to hear what I have to say.

Later today, you will be finding out new and crazy things about Russia and its involvement with the Iranian nuclear conflict. After that we’ll be tackling the presidential race and then, who knows? Britney Spears’ head?

This’ll be fun.

PoliticalFrenzy.com, Bijhan Al-Attack