Phuck You

OK, moron America, now that you let banking, medicine, energy, weapons, foreign policy, and government go into private for profit hands, how the fuck you think you ever gonna get your country back?

You're too god damned dumb to be free. You are terrified of being free. Anything not forbidden is compulsory. There's the world You wanna live in. It'll be so simple. Just Do As Your Told, don't get outta line, and everything will be Just Fine. And we'll come up with a brand new enemy for you every week so you can go to the big rallies and curse the scapegoat. You make me sick you revolting swine.

I love this country. I love the principles the Founding Fathers embodied in the Constitution. But you know nothing about that. You watch every day as those principles are violated, trampled, spit/shit on. And if you're not cheering you are standing dumbly by. A look of utter incomprehension on your moronic face. You deserve what you get. Go back to Wal-Mart and buy some more poisonous Chinese crap to throw in a landfill.

Doofus.

Wal Mart is a cancer

Boycott Wal-Mart. I have never been to a Wal-Mart and I never will.

I wish I wrote this following, but it's from:

http://www.intellectualpoison.com/WalMartisPureEvil.html

and it's ezactly correct:

Wal-Mart is everything that is bad in our country right now.

Outsourcing of jobs to China.

Low quality dangerous goods.

Putting mom and pop stores out of business.

Eviscerating middle class family stores?

Evil.

Workers rights violations, shoddy pay, dangerous products made for the poor, ironically made by the poor of the third world.

Evil.

If you shop at Wal-Mart then you are funding China's human rights abuses.

If you shop at Wal-Mart then you are condoning the homogenization of America into schlock retail crap.

If you shop at Wal-Mart then YOU are part of the problem.

Don't do it.

Efraim Diveroli is a dumb-assed punk

Efraim Diveroli is a dumb-assed punk who ended up holding the bag. At age 22 he had a $300 million dollar contract to be THE supplier of ammo to Afghan army and police. Only he was the sole employee of his "company". And he lost the contract for supplying junk ammo out of rotting stockpiles of Chinese-made garbage that sat in Albania for over 50 years. It's illegal to supply Chinese made ammo, good or bad. So how does a party-boy moron punk get such a contract? Easy. Have an uncle who is a major sleaze-bag arms merchant, that's how. An uncle who gets preferential contracting treatment from the US government 'cause he's an "underprivileged minority." Which? Hassidic Jew, that's what minority. Do a little web search. It's an interesting fucking story about the way things work in this fucked up country.

Mark Twain on Journalism

Mark Twain on Journalism:

"The heaven-born mission of journalism is to disseminate truth; to eradicate error; to educate, refine, and elevate the tone of public morals and manners, and make all men more gentle, more virtuous, more charitable, and in all ways better, and holier, and happier."

John Swinton (1829-1901), managing editor of the New York Times during the American Civil War. The following quote is disputed since it's been improperly attributed. Swinton did in fact exist and he did make the following statement.


"America is not a free country. The economic condition of the workers here are precisely the same as they are in Europe. A wage-slave is a slave everywhere, without any regard to the country he may happen to have been born in or made the living in.
"There is no such thing, at this date of the world's history, in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it.

"There is not one of you who dares to write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinion out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be so foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my paper, before 24 hours my occupation would be gone.

"The business of the journalists is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press?

"We are the tools and vassals of rich men behind the scenes. We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes."

(Source: Labor's Untold Story, by Richard O. Boyer and Herbert M. Morais, published by United Electrical, Radio & Machine Workers of America, NY, 1955/1979.)

This is what we here at the Phat City News are all about correcting. Nobody buys us off. We tell it like we see it. You can't shut us up and we won't go away. We speak Truth to Power.

Were Getting The Band Back Together Man!

When the old crew from Fat City News contacted me, I have to admit my palms starting sweating a bit. Did I owe them money? How, and more importantly why, did they track me down? After all we are talking about some potentially treacherous and dangerous individuals here. Talented? Hell yes and basically good people. But we all shared a common short fuse and a penchant for seeking out stories or creating situations where we would end up pushing and daring some fool with a match. The folks at FCN love pyrotechnics and deafening loud bangs followed by the musical sound of shattered glass as it hits the concrete sidewalks where we taught our children to ride a bike. We’ve never physically hurt anybody that any member has acknowledged. We were, and always will be professionals. That alone was cause for my concern. The FCN crew came from all over theses United States and from parts of Canada. (Those are classified for security reasons.) While we have known each other for well over a decade, many of us have never met face to face. There have been a few encounters where a few members met as the Internet and the phone systems were never considered secure. But we have never met all together in one place at one time. Due to that whole short fuse we all share… in retrospect it was probably wise.

I was relieved somewhat when I found out that the reason for the contact was to put a new Fact City News together to be called Phat City News. Apparently some swine cyber squatter had grabbed our old FCN domain and wanted a ransom. We don’t pay ransoms, we don’t negotiate, we adapt.

My first thought was of the Blues Brothers. “Were getting the band back together man!” Well assuming you have seen the movie, you know the mayhem those 7 words brought on to the brothers and all those who agreed to come along. 7- like the seven dirty words you can’t say on TV. 7- like in craps where it can make you a winner or take it all depending on the situation. The 7 original founders of FCN. Seagram’s 7.

I made a deal with them. If they could get at least a quorum of the original crew to sign up, I would be all in. There is no way on earth that if it was gonna happen, that I’d be left out on this second trip into weirdness. While I am still suffering the posttraumatic effects of the first excursion I have always been an advocate of the “Hair of the Dog” healing ideology.

I’m waiting for the others to lumber in, hopefully they will. JB, Rev Carey, and the rest of those who are so talented in the writings of the savage and prefer to look from the inside out rather then just observe. But for now, fears must be put to the side. I must see this through if for no other reason then the fear of missing something really spectacular and explosive. Yeah… Let’s get the band back together man!

TS Penn

There's a War on

The War Against Terror [TWAT] is in full swing, and we need your support. Hey, it's a rude war, it needs a rude acronym. After all, Saddam had STDs [Strategic Tools of Destruction] and was spreading them around the middle-east. You can do your part, so line, sign up, and re-enlist today. Shoes For Industry! Higher Trans- National Oil Company Profits!

We're Ba-ack! It's the New Rotten Millennium and we're Up for it! The Phat City News krew is on the spot, on the street and has the Scoop! We've got the News you don't wanna lose, the Inside views, we bad~ that's right, I said it. You ain't seen nuthin' yet. We're rounding up the entire infamous team to perform a hysterectomy on yer head. An we don't use anesthesia. That would be cheating. So get a stick to bite on, hold on tight, and get ready.

frothing forth steaming tubs of toxic intelligencia

Back from the grave, the crew of Fat City News, the world's lone repository of outlaw journalism, is here to stay.

But these are brutal times, and FCN is a force that is needed again in a brutal world.