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November 3, 2003 - Nov. 9, 2003

November 08, 2003
Weekend Edition:Wesley Clark Talks Some Much Needed Sense About Iraq
&
Mingus Talks Writing With Colette

Rough week for the Yanks in Iraq - 36 dead soldiers. And they almost lost their top lawyer, two-star general, Maj. Gen. Thomas Romig.

Gee. That would have been a shame.

Hmmm. There may even be a few right wing Yanks wishing they could trade the Black Hawk that went down for the one that didn't. But what do I know?

Maureen Dowd of the NY Times supported Mingus' statement about keeping the war nice and sanitized. Good Stuff.

And for those who think that perhaps I have nothing good to say about the American presence in Iraq, here's something from Presidential contender Wesley Clark, who ACTUALLY HAS A SOLID PLAN TO GET OUT OF IRAQ. Although I think the American invasion of Iraq was an abhorrent thing in so many ways, I believe that if America pulls out of Iraq prematurely,the entire MidEast region will turn into a royal, genocidal nightmare of warring tribes and jihad-bent warlords. Sort of like the Afghanistan abortion.

It's time for the Yanks to be men about what they've done, suck up the casualties, spend huge numbers of dollars on reconstruction and try to put together what they so easily pulled apart. Like in the original Warback essay.

Thing is, I don't believe that Bush is smart enough to do it. He's a point blank moron. Get him out. Put Clark in. Clark's got experience putting a fucked up region like Kosovo back together, and he can do a much better job putting this one back together than Bush ever will. It frightens me to endorse a four star American general, but it's either him or Dean (whom I like), and I think Clark is the one who can beat Bush in the 2004 election. It's an American decision, of course, but as an outside observer, I would suggest Clark to the Democrats, and later, to the American public. Bush, a man who went AWOL from the National Guard, will get his ass decimated by Clark, who is the former NATO Supreme Allied Commander. Bush can't talk trash to a man who has received the Silver Star, Bronze Star, Purple Heart, honorary Knighthoods from the British and Dutch governments and the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation's highest civilian honor. So Vote Clark, you crazy fucking Yanks, for yourselves and for the rest of us who just want the people in the Middle East to stop shooting each other and blowing each other up.

Peace. It's a good thing™.

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Got an email and a guestbook entry from Colette this morning, the writer that I met a couple of weeks ago. She checked out the site, found it somewhat entertaining, and would like to get together to "compare poetry".

Now, as far as I know, this girl is engaged and in the process of getting married. And if she's reading this, she should stop immediately. Because I don't care if she's engaged. It certainly doesn't stop Mingus from being attracted to her. At this point, compared to Chloe, Colette's an entirely different and awfully enticing kettle of fish. Colette's tall, has straight, neck-length, light-brown hair, imposing round tits, a flat stomach, perfect white teeth, peaked lips, wide hips and a good strong ass I'd like to bury my face in for a Sunday afternoon. She's got a European sensibility, loves French writers and professes to write cinquaine that can 'make one feel god'. Her mother's Quebecois, so every once in awhile I can hear that hot fucking accent in her speech. And she talks with her hands.

Not that I've talked to her much. Just the one night. But it was a good night. Chloe wasn't there, the people I knew were discussing sports, and Colette and I just sat and talked about Camus. And Sartre, whom I don't know very well. And writing. And reading. I told her about the new books I had received for my birthday, and how I would love to spend weekday afternoons reading them - learning about The Fate of Human Societies or How the World Exploded. Because writing is also about reading, and learning, and thinking. It is about ruthlessly acquiring knowledge, and afternoons are perfect for the assault. The mornings are best for one's own writing, when all is fresh, and one is attempting to find knowledge by working it out for one's self. Writing is an attempt to know something unknown.

S he nodded her head voluntarily and shared that dream, and lamented that her fiancee didn't understand that need. And I nodded. Because Chloe barely reads the paper, though she reads her scripts, I conceded. And we talked all night and when she wasn't looking, I would study her face, watching her lips split over those perfect teeth when she opened her mouth and I would dream about things that could be, but are not.

So I will write this girl back and tell her innocently that I would like to get together to "compare poetry". And I would. But I would like other things of her, and maybe she would like other things of Mingus, and if she is to be married to someone else, this may cause all kinds of trouble in everyone's lives. And I will welcome it. Because if she can make one feel god with five written lines, imagine what she can make a man feel over an afternoon, or a year, or a lifetime.


November 07, 2003
Private Lynch Tells the American Gov't to Fuck Off

Me likey this one.

The world famous private Lynch ended up criticizing the American military's recounting of her personal trauma. Seems they embellished her account. Seems the Iraqi doctors were very nice and saved her life. Seems the hospital was in friendly hands when the commandoes stormed in, cameras blazing. Seems like Hollywood somehow got invited to the ball in the desert, added a few grandiose touches to the story and turned her into a hero she didn't want to be. Let's face it. This girl is famous for being injured in a Humvee crash. She didn't go down shooting. The gun jammed, no matter what the papers said in March.

So hats off today to Lynch. Consider buying that book. She's got nads of steel to tell it like it really happened. But honestly, another revelation like this makes one wonder how many more uncovered lies will it take to get public opinion to swing against George and Cronies? Is there a turning point? If the missing WMD and Lynch's story are not enough, what will be? Why can't the democrats capitalize on this? Why haven't Dean and Clarke pounded this into the American consciousness? Why aren't they screaming for an end to the lying and the coverups? If they don't, they'll never win 2004, and the Middle East will make its way inexorably to the quagmire state it's headed in. Come on, fuckers. The mud is there. It's time to start throwing and get Bush the fuck out of office.

On the personal side of things, Mingus met his first accountant today to discuss shareholder agreements, incorporation, taxes and the like. There's a feeling of security after talking with a guy who so obviously knows his shit about money. Mingus has spent far too long trying to do his own taxes when he obviously knows so fucking little about it. Once it's set, we should be able to announce a publishing date for Nunt, perhaps as early as next week.

And then, I can start planning the cross Canada tour. Thanks to Mrs. De Guerre, I have a photo - illustration of what that will probably look like. Check it.

And be excited.



November 05, 2003
Remember, back in April, when you shot a bunch of unarmed protestors?...

An interesting article on MSNBC covers the fighting in the Iraqi city of Fallujah. It refers to the April 28 demonstration wherein American troops opened fire on demonstrators and killed fifteen people, many of whom were said to be unarmed. The American army insists that Baathists provoked the fire, but the local perception doesn't care much about that.

That one little incident seems to have created a cycle of violence, the way killing of unarmed protestors will. It culminated this week when the Chinook helicopter took a stinger in the ass and fell out of the sky, killing sixteen American troops on their way home for a little rest and relaxation. Two of the dead were women.

It seems the people of Fallujah were always ardent Saddam supporters, but their treatment at the hands of the American military has done nothing to persuade them to treat Americans as anything but occupiers. Yet it is my assumption that the majority of Americans, as taught by Bush, will not see any relation between the fifteen dead of April 28 and the sixteen dead of November 2. They will not see cause and effect. They will only see the cinematic tragedy of Chinook Down, and they will pass that 87 billion dollar bill and they will demand some more ass-kicking.

This is the folly of the American public, and the American government feeds it to them like processed cheese on a white-bread sandwich with the crusts cut off; harmless and easy to swallow. An Australian article mentioned that:

While media were allowed to photograph the wounded, the US military is sticking to a policy forbidding TV crews and photographers from filming soldiers' coffins.

US officials say the policy was created out of respect for relatives.


Perhaps this is true. Perhaps some kindly general who fought through the Vietnam war thought about how it hurt his family to see the coffins roll out of the jungle day by day. Or, perhaps it was cooked up by someone in the propaganda deparment under the advisement of Rummy or Bush and has something to do with sanitizing a war that's getting more rancid by the day for an American public that likes its agression nicely blended and easy to ingest.

What do you think?

November 04, 2003
Mission Statement
Due to recent events and agreements and plans for next year, it seemed timely to write a mission statement. This is the thing that will be keeping me up late at night over the next year and keep driving me when I'm ready to fucking crash.

Like now.

Read it.


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