Author Archives: Linh Dinh

Postcard from the end of America: Oakland

Other people’s lives come fluttering to us in the tiniest fragments, and these we gather, when we bother to, into an incoherent jumble of impressions we pass off as knowledge. Further, our ears, eyes and mind are all seriously defective and worndown, making intelligence a dodgy proposition, at best. Our memory also crashes daily, if not secondly, our verbal skills poor, and when we examine ourselves, there are the added distortions of endless exculpation and vainglory. In short, no one knows ish about ish, though some ish does get much closer to the real ish. One thing for sure, amigo, if you ain’t aiming for ish, you ain’t gonna get ish. Continue reading

Postcard from the end of America: Los Angeles

Sightseeing buses are for those who deeply dread the places they’re visiting. You can’t really see a city or town from a motorized anything, so if you claim to have driven through Los Angeles, for example, you haven’t seen it. The speed and protection of a car prevents you from being anywhere except inside your car, with what’s outside rushing by so fast that each face, tree and building is rudely dismissed by the next, next and next. You can’t pause, come closer, examine, converse, sniff or step on something, so what’s the point of visiting Los Angeles like this, except to say that you’ve been there? Continue reading

Postcard from the end of America: Missouri

In Sartre’s “No Exit,” hell is depicted as a room with two women and a man, which is fair enough, for a threesome is never what you envisioned it would be, in the privacy of your own hell. Hell is also “other people,” “les autres,” for in the company of another, one’s vanity, smugness, extreme prejudices and fantasies, whether philosophical, political, charitable or pornographic, are rudely disrupted. Continue reading

Postcard from the end of America: Cheyenne

Of all the words uttered by a person, only a few remain unforgettable to any listener, for these can charm, haunt, humiliate, annoy or terrify even decades later. Continue reading

Deranging America

The coarsening of a people doesn’t happen overnight. When I came to the States in 1975, the Gong Show was about as rude as it got on television. Some earnest sap would get bumped for crooning, “Feelings, nothing more than feelings,” but no one ever got screamed at, had their wig knocked off or made to sob in public. No tune ever urged murder, and even a group named War only sang, “Why can’t we be friends?” The year’s top hit was The Captain and Tennille’s “Love Will Keep Us Together.” Compared to now, it was a cheesy time, for sure. American cheese. Continue reading

Dimming nation

When one of our senior statesmen, and former presidential candidate, no less, calls a foreign leader a monkey, we should wince, but, no, our citizens merely jump online to declare that this is an insult to monkeys. Such is the state of American witticism and, uh, statesmanship. Continue reading

National nervous breakdown

Tales of madness are subjective. I mean, what is insanity exactly? If all of your ghastly indiscretions, mental and actual, were strung together, they could wrap this earth many times over, ditto mine, so all of us can easily be deemed deranged, including you, solemn pastor, rah rah coach or prissy board lady. Continue reading

Those laboring days

In the 1980s and 90s, even a klutz like me could find work as a manual laborer. I painted houses, washed windows and cleaned apartments and offices. Continue reading

The end and I’m still here

The world just ended, and I’m still here, so maybe I’m already in hell, where I have reserved a booth jammed with half-forgotten faces, or maybe I’m shunted to heaven, thanks to a bureaucratic mix-up. Continue reading

If Catalans can fancy life without Madrid, Americans can fancy it without Washington

Catalans want to break from Spain, again, and secession is also the buzz in Flanders, Scotland, Texas and Vermont. With the global economy collapsing, people everywhere are becoming fed up with being ruled by distant bureaucrats and bankers hell-bent on destroying local livelihoods. Wages are down, jobs lost and entire countries gone bankrupt thanks to government-enabled banking frauds, a process lubricated by increasing centralization and the intertwining of national finances. Continue reading

Devouring jackals

“We want to be troubled no more by Arabs; room to breathe; a skyline cleansed of them; no more bleating of sheep knifed by an Arab; every beast to die a natural death; no interference till we have drained the carcass empty and picked its bones clean. Cleanliness, nothing but cleanliness is what we want,” so says the oldest jackal in Kafka’s “Jackals and Arabs,” as translated by Willa and Edwin Muir. This tale about Jews and Arabs appeared in a Zionist monthly, Der Jude [The Jew], in 1917, just a month before the Balfour Declaration. Continue reading

American voters’ passion for war criminals and bankster protectors

So Americans have voted for more of the same, not because they reelected Obama, but because they went to the polls at all. Continue reading

Post election bombs

If you’re a gun dealer, all shootings are good for business. Drive by, clan, gang, post layoff, adultery in flagrant, Russian roulette, Batman’s suburban theater premier, urban flash mob, gas station sniper, accidental, incidental, mercy, ruthless, righteous retaliation against unbearable diss, premeditated since infancy, Satan driven, God sanctioned, whatever, it’s all good, as long as your hardware was in use and in demand. Continue reading

Voting for death

America, you have become a nation of enablers and apologists for tyranny and mass murder. You condemn the Nazi and gulag guards of times past even as you celebrate your own mercenaries and torturers, even as you explain away, if not outright cheer, the unspeakable crimes committed by your sons and daughters. You don’t care who you kill, as long as your soldiers are paid, and your munitions, bomb and tank factories are humming. Continue reading

Sham! Sham! Sham!

Vietnam just sentenced three dissident bloggers to 12, 10 and 5 years respectively. Their trials were preposterous. Continue reading

Party poopery, with confetti

The recently deceased Reverend Moon ain’t got ish on American politicians when it comes to mesmerizing the masses. I mean, Moon could only get, what, a million couple to wed, sans courtship, dinners, drinks and kisses, and even without a common language, but an American politician can induce an entire nation to say “I do” to their own death. Amazing is right. Continue reading

Time to boycott the election

Here and now, voting is futile. Your vote doesn’t count, at least not for anything that you believe in and want done. Your vote is only an endorsement of an illegitimate system that persistently and viciously works against all of your interests. Continue reading

Dire train

Are you rolling forward and upward? Will your offspring use you as a red-carpeted stepping stone towards an asskicking future? Are you still beaucoup loaded and inured from any testy unpleasantness wafting up from below? Do you believe that bums are bums because they don’t know how to be competitive in this global economy? (Meanwhile, you employ an army of illegals to take away all of their jobs, or grant special visas to those who can’t simply hop across the border. To entice emigration, you may even shower foreigners with bombs.) If yes to all of the above, then good for you, I suppose, though all of your BP, GE, Boeing and Kellogg, Brown and Root stocks may nosedive soon enough. Continue reading

News digested

7/1/12—Citing Iran’s nuclear ambition, America and her hushed puppies impose oil embargo on Islamic republic. Going on four years now, the global economic depression has kept oil price in check, so this embargo is meant to stop it from dropping further, if not bump it up, benefitting Western oil companies. An economic sanction steers customers from an enemy to you. Though always slobbered in morality, it’s basically a trade tactic. The military cost of harassing Iran and enforcing embargo also enriches Western weapon manufacturers. Continue reading

Oil and illusions

The flaws of bad government, oppression, injustice and corruption, etc., can be masked by an unearned windfall. Take Saudi Arabia and its oil, for example, or the United States and its oil, which was first sucked from its own soil and sea, then everybody else’s, thanks to its status as an empire. Continue reading

Banking on zeros

I was just on Press TV with Gabriel Talmain, professor of economics, and Shabbir Razvi, economist. Both men are based in London, a fact that explains a linguistic mishap I had that was baffling, infuriating, then finally amusing. We’ll get to it. Continue reading

Gone Banana Republic

On top of its brusque and decidedly unromantic sexual fondling, TSA agents have also been caught stealing electronics, jewelry and cash. A TSA manager ran a prostitution ring from a motel room, and a supervisor is a defrocked priest, kicked from the pulpit for molesting two young girls. Lots of kids pass through the Philly airport, so this shamed minister has found his true calling. Continue reading

Obama’s statement on ‘Fast and Furious’

Good evening, my fellow Americans. I’m here tonight to clear up some misperceptions about Operation Fast and Furious. Many of you are confused, even angry, and I fully understand. Why did the United States sell thousands of guns to vicious Mexican drug cartels, so that they could kill many people, including Americans? Doesn’t this make us accomplices to murders? Continue reading

As language goes

No fan of public sexual molestation or gratuitous cancer-inducing radiation, I haven’t flown in four years, but tonight, I’ll have to board a plane to fly to London. If there was a transatlantic tube, rickshaw relay or galley slave jubilee special to Piccadilly, I’d be on it, but since there’s no way to dodge our eager TSA gropers, I might as well man up (or down) for some random intimacy. Continue reading

Browbeating cyclops vs. Rambos

Whatever crimes, violations or discretions anyone admits to, he or she likely has done, is doing and will do worse. This is also true of governments. Washington can now snoop on your international emails and phone calls, without warrants, but do you seriously think they’d spare your domestic communications? Of course, not. Continue reading

The Fountain of Recovery

Until 1982, Philadelphia had three daily newspapers, and the surviving two, the Inquirer and Daily News, are owned by the same company. Both are hurting. Fewer and fewer readers force extreme cost-cutting measures that reduce the quality of each rag, which means even fewer readers. Competition from the Internet, as well as the degraded reading habits it fosters, choppier and sloppier, are mostly to blame, but corporate greed and shortsightedness also played an important role. Continue reading

White living

Outside the Gallery, Philadelphia’s low-class shopping mall, Jimbo sits in a wheelchair and begs behind a large sign, “I AM A CANCER VICTIM. I CANNOT WORK. CAN YOU HELP ME”. Under a leather cowboy hat, his eyes are still alert, though a pinch of his lower lip has turned purple. A reader and thinker, Jimbo will talk your ears off about FDR’s foreknowledge of Pearl Harbor, the FBI’s infiltration of all protest movements and, especially, how the IMF has enslaved the world, Continue reading

Blown up election

If family values are in the news, you can be sure an American election is just around the corner. According to Republicans, gay marriage is a glory hole puncturing the sanctity of the nuke-clear family, so for backing such a ghastly proposal, with ring, no less, Obama is the “gayest president,” according to Rand Paul, or “The First Gay President,” per Newsweek. Anything to sell that particularly brand of rectum tissues, I suppose, although I’d rather use corncobs. Continue reading

Idiocy as WMD

Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges wrote, “Dictatorships foster oppression, dictatorships foster servitude, dictatorships foster cruelty; more abominable is the fact that they foster idiocy.” Continue reading

Singing for the Empire: Make love, then war

In these days of a dying, raving and hallucinating empire, its best known poet, and a master at being antiwar, is accepting a Presidential Freedom Award from a cynical if affable, still, to many people, master of war. What is Bob Dylan thinking? Continue reading

Poetry sightings

It is Poetry Month again, but most Americans wouldn’t know it, preoccupied as they are with forechecks, Mitt, Kim, Lady, Pippa and Doritos Locos Tacos. Continue reading

Know thy enemy

For the Phillies opening in 2010, four Navy Seals were parachuted into Citizens Bank Park. The stunt was such a success, it was rescheduled for this year, but high wind prevented it from happening. What a shame. Unconfirmed team sources whispered to me that these ass-kicking Seals would have handed Bin Laden’s balls to our starting pitcher, Cole Hamels, to be plunked at the ragged head of a real live terrorist. Oh well, maybe next year. Continue reading