Actually, we were wrong. Bush Can't..

From those nice folk at YesBushCan, who apparently have decided to change sides. I remain somewhat skeptical... any maybe the whole thing is a big hoax from the start, I dunno. But, doubting-tom cynicsm aside, perhaps there is hope yet for the US... (and if you follow the links, the origional website does appear to suggest a change of heart, geniune or otherwise)


A week ago, we sent you an email asking for help debunking anti-Bush documents. After receiving hundreds of responses, it become clear that all the documents were actually real: the Bush/Cheney DUIs, the Ken Lay letters, and even the bin Laden memo. For more information visit the documents page: http://www.yesbushcan.com/falsedocs.shtml

We also received hundreds of emails from concerned bloggers that eloquently expressed the problems with the Bush administration. And as we traveled across America campaigning for Bush, we learned more than we wanted to know about Bush's policies. We came to see that this administration is a catastrophe for most people.

As a result, we are abandoning our support of Bush and officially endorsing John Kerry for President. You can read more at the Yes Bush Can web site: http://www.yesbushcan.com/
We deeply regret our misguided support and apologize for our previous email. This will be the last email we will send directly to bloggers. If you want to join us in supporting Kerry, you can find out more here: http://www.yesbushcan.com/act.shtml

Thank you for your understanding,

Yes Bush Can

A loss of Trust.

In a world were a strong enough will and/or enough money can get you pretty much anything you desire, we are severely lacking in one thing: Trust. Nobody trusts anybody any more.

We don't trust the people in the street. Those of you who have seen me (and those of you who have browsed my gallery via the handy link to the right) will know I'm hardly the most threatening looking person you'll ever encounter, but old people cross the road when I walk down the street, and I've very conscious that should I be following a woman on her own down a road (simply because we both started at one and, and the way to the place we want to be is down that road) that she is often very worried by my presence a few footsteps behind (a quickening of pace, a few anxious glances over the shoulder and a tight grip the handbag do tend to give that away). (I'm forced to almost jog to get past and put her mind at ease because I'd not tried to steal her handbag, or rape her on the way past)

We assume our governments are misleading us, our politicians are self-centred liars with personal agendas. If someone is open they're trying to cover something else up, if they aren't they're hiding something and/or "spinning" it to mislead us.

We don't trust our employers have our interests at heart (not that they're secondary to their business aims, but that they even wilfully hate their employees). We don't trust corporations in general: they're greedy bastards who are only interested in milking us for as much profit as possible, and other than a source of revenue customers are an inconvenience to be dealt with and got rid of as quickly as possible.

We don't trust our law enforcement, they're constantly one of: incompetent and unable to catch criminals, persecuting the innocent, and greedy bastards for daring to impose the correct fine on someone who has broken the law by driving too fast.

We don't trust. The only person we feel we can rely on is our self, as everyone else has a hidden agenda, is completely selfish or even actually out to get us.

And this, I feel, is a truly sad situation. I’m probably as cynical as the next person, if not more so. I see greed and selfish agendas in everything. Corruption is often synonymous in my mind with power, anyone with the latter is assumed to be the former. I think I blame the media, which pushes a strong message that the world is an evil place, and nothing and nobody can really be trusted.

Some people are undeniably undeserving of trust, however some people are, surely?

"Yes Bush Can" Can what? Tie his shoelaces now?

Received some spam from what I assume is a Webcrawler run by someone either involved with or in support of, the Bush Campaign.


"RatherGate proved that bloggers are the best fact checkers. That is why we are writing to a few bloggers asking for help.

Yes Bush Can has collected several documents that are clearly suspect. But we need your help to prove they are fake:

http://www.yesbushcan.com/falsedocs.shtml

Let's spring to action before these documents needlessly tarnish the reputation of our Commander and Chief. You know the drill: analyze the handwriting, search for factual errors, and post your discoveries.

And keep us posted by sending email to FakeDocs@yesbushcan.com. Thanks in advance for your help.

YesBushCan"

They must be desperate if they running webcrawlers asking for help..

I hate to disappoint them, but I'm not likely to be any help. For a start I've got both feet in the other camp. I think they'll find a huge amount of the web community in the same place. For a start, a huge proportion of it is "non-American". It might well surprise the neocons that us third-worlders over here in Europe have electricity and the Internet (having invented the first and also invented computers). It probably also surprises them that Bush is a long way from liked out here. They ain't gonna get much help webscrawling.

Hearing Voices

This week I finally put my investment in a good quality PC headset to use. Using the mystical powers of the internet to bridge thousands of miles and talk, all be it in the same broken fashion of those "satellite phone" news reports, with some nice people from New Zealand. I know them though one of the huge MMOGs I play (Massively Multiplayer Online Games for those not in the know), EVE.

It's quite bizarre playing and talking in "real-time" with people whose world is upside down to yours (and not just due to the fact they live on the underside of the world and are therefore physically the other way up to me). As we plunge on towards winter, they are enjoying the springtime. When I get up on a morning, it's their evening, and vice versa. They put their clocks forwards just over a week before we put ours back. They play when I sleep, sleep when I work, work when I play.

But the real beauty of the Internet (no, it's not all those naked bodies in the darker corners) is that it doesn't really matter. In the few snatched hours where our days overlap, we play and laugh together, and while we've not had occasion to cry together, we could. We plan together, work together, build, fight and destroy together. If it wasn't for the slight time lag in voice coversations and the southern hemisphere accents, they might as well be in the room next door.

For the wired generation, world is a very small place, and that can't be an entirely bad thing.

Not Dead

I figure it's time I posted again, if only just to say "no, I've not been obliterated by any of the potentially lethal dangers everyone faces every day"

So there you are, I live still, and might even do a proper post at the weekend!