Jeffrey T. Kuhner is a disgrace to journalism. The Washington Times is a farce.

I'm furious at the ramblings the mentioned Jeffrey T. Kuhner, a journalist working at the Washington Post,  has been allowed to publish about the developments concerning former Croatian General A. Gotovina, the man co-responsible for the expulsion of some 100.000 Serbs from Croatia in the 90ies. Kuhner is so radically out of touch with the realities of Croatian public opinion and the facts about the Yugoslav war that I'm  getting the idea that he is being paid by a nationalist lobby of Croatian citizens to spurt further confusion about people's understanding of what took place. He has balls, I'll give him that, balls to be so absurdly ignorant and thickminded that it's rampantly bordering with imbecilism, which means I should perhaps feel sorry for him. But I cannot for the life in me. The man actually suggests the moral and judicial supremacy of established American newspapers over the rulings of the international court. Let me quote:   

"...numerous media outlets - The Washington Times, the Wall Street Journal, Newsweek and the Jerusalem Post - have investigated Operation Storm and have concluded that Gen. Gotovina is innocent of any wrongdoing. He never personally ordered or tolerated the commission of any crimes. In fact, the ICTY’s prosecution was dismal on this point. It failed to show any kind of proof that Gen. Gotovina was responsible for orchestrating a criminal conspiracy. The reason is a simple one: He couldn’t have."

I am lost for words! Even popular Croatian news portals like Index.hr and novilist.hr have widely recognized the court's decision and have, though briefly, discussed the EVIDENCE which mr Kuhner so bluntly ignores. I will not entertain the same discussion here, one only needs to do a search on BBC (Ante Gotovina) and things will come up. Moreover  the Croatian portals practice the art of nuance, clearly establishing that the actions for which Gen. Gotovina is sentenced are to be seen as separate of those which he has performed in pursuit of establishing Croatian independence!

Furthermore, what Jeffrey Kuhner goes on to write about the Serbian exodus from Croatia caused a reality shift in my body. I felt for a moment that the world is a place without hope and that we are all doomed to be ruled and lied to by crooks (a fact as it is anyway). Mr Kuhner, you have enraged me in a way I have not felt for years. I should thank you for making me feel like my life has a purpose, knowing that people like you still walk around and that people like me, who will offer a counter view  are needed. Dearly.

I am sorry, I'm losing my flow. Let me quote what Kuhner wrote about the exodus of Serbs from Croatia.

"The orders to evacuate the Serbian population from the so-called “Krajina” zone of occupation came from Belgrade several days before the commencement of Operation Storm. Milosevic, realizing he was facing a military humiliation, ordered Croatia’s Serbs transferred to Bosnia and Kosovo to consolidate his revanchist gains there. This was done before Croatian forces even launched their campaign. Hence, the entire Gotovina conviction and prosecution rests on a giant fraud: The removal of the Serbian population occurred under the explicit command of local Serb authorities acting under the authority of Belgrade. Therefore, Croatian forces could not have committed “ethnic cleansing.” The ICTY verdict is a sham."

Really Mr Kuhner? I wish I could freely offer the full evidence against this malicious falsification,to use the words of power I know would set hearts ablaze. But the things that I have to say could place me, my family and relatives into the face of danger less benign than the justified FLAC to which I expose you. Let me just hint, Kuhner, that when my father fled Croatia , he did so under pressure from our Croatian neighbors, under pressure from Croats at work, due to having his relations sent to jail for being more vocal and active in their resistance,due to having his birthplace cleansed and eradicated! And finally, due to having acquaintances killed (not those that were imprisoned, to be clear) for what they believed in. Due to that MR Jeffrey T. Kuhner!!!! has my father left Croatia, even before operation Storm. Due to the fact that SERBS were systematically targeted and marginalized both by civilians as the militants for the sake of Croatia am I now a bastard without a fully developed sense culture & belonging, without a face and a place in the world other than the one I fight to establish for myself. You outrageously uninformed menace! No-one from Serbia ordered my father to leave, my father was bullied into exile!

You are a disgrace to journalism Jeffrey. You are a disgrace to anyone who cares about the truth. I hope you someday learn that though you have been blessed with a voice, you have no right to violate the little truths this world has.

For Christ' sake man, how can you even think about another war (he suggests that Serbs and Croats will take up arms again), what in the world have you been reading? The last thing the people want is another bloody war! The only people in the Balkan region who will support your thesis are the Croatian Ustasa Fascists! The movement still popular in rural Croatia, the people who believe all Serbs should be exterminated just for being SERBS! Do you even know what these ultra-nationalists stand for Mr Kuhner?!?!?! Do you know what they have DONE?!

My god man, quit you job!

You can read his full article here. To all of you who are fueled by this injustice but can also muster a poised comment, please be vocal. We cannot tolerate such malicious content online.
____________________________________________
Many of you have read this piece by now, and I am curious as to why. No-one is leaving comments, no-one questions.. nothing.. Do share your thoughts with me! Are you offended by the content? Are you equally upset by Mr Kuhner? Speak up!

Incubus-adolescents: review



Surprisingly unimaginative and uninspired musically, the new Incubus single will blend into the ether and leave no mark. It sounds like it came about in an unforced environment of stale minds who have ceased to push forward and redefine themselves. This wouldn't be a problem if this was a decent pop-rock song that packs an emotional punch which the lyrics call for. But it doesn't. At a low point, Brandon Boyd still seems occupied with the agenda of combining his sensuality and purposefulness into every level of his expression, filtering the vocals into a shape far more regulated and clean than it needs to be. The fact that a topic is a cliche isn't an issue, the fact that it's presented as if it isn't, is. The instrumental end of the song is on the par with it's front man; intentionally meandering, meek, well arranged and flavourless.

The band have, so it seems, slipped into a comfort zone they, if one would take the single as an indicator, have no intention to step out of. In a fansite interview guitarist Michael Einziger suggested that the single was the last to be recorded, and has been chosen for a push by the record label, perhaps hinting at his own awareness of its inspidness. Talking about the upcoming album the band's main composer speaks of a coherent piece, spatious and elegant, suggesting that  Boyd has reached a new level of lyrical honesty and depth which emotionally charges the songs more so than ever. If the single is just the cover, the book may be a good read yet, however, a genre outing front often filters out it's audience for a good reason.

R.I.P. Kurt Cobain & Layne Staley

Both passed on this day.

Tribute:


Nutshell




Would?





Something in the way

Underneath the bridge
My tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from my ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings


Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, 


Underneath the bridge
My tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from my ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings


Something in the way,
Something in the way, yeah



Plateau


Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belonged to strangers, some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills, and shake the many hands


nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
See a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you (got) words


finished with the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it was fun


nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
See a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you (got) words


Many a hands began to scan around for the next plateau
Some say it was Greenland, and some say Mexico
Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could


Minor Threat Invasion

I've discovered this band from the 80ies called Minor Threat.
I'll let them do the talking. (Some of these are covers by other bands, I've put those up because of the improved audio quality/as subjective an opinion that may be)


In my eyes (cover by  rage against the machine)

You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse
You tell me it calms your nerves
You just think it looks cool
You tell me you want to be different
You just change for the same
You tell me it's only natural
You just need the proof
Did you fucking get it?

It's in my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes

You tell me that nothing matters
You're just fucking scared
You tell me that I'm better
You just hate yourself
You tell me that you like her
You just wish you did
You tell me that I make no difference
At least I'm fuckin' trying
What the fuck have you done?

It's in my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes


I don't want to hear it

I don't want to hear it
All you do is talk about you
I don't want to hear it
'Cause I know that none of it's true
I don't want to hear it
Sick and tired of all your lies
I don't want to hear it
When are you gonna realize...

THAT I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT
KNOW THAT YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT

Shut your fucking mouth
I don't care what you say
You keep talking
Talking everyday
First you're telling stories
Then you're telling lies
When the fuck
Are you gonna realize

THAT I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT
KNOW THAT YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT



Seeing red

You see me and you laugh out loud
You taunt me from safe inside your crowd
My looks, they must threaten you
To make you act the way you do

RED, I'M SEEING RED

You see me and you think I'm a jerk
First impressions without a word
You can't believe your eyes at first
But now you know you've seen the worst


RED, I'M SEEING RED






Straight edge (cover by slapshot)
  
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don't even think about speed
That's something I just don't need

I'VE GOT THE STRAIGHT EDGE


I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and smoke dope
'Cause I know I can cope
Laugh at the thought of eating ludes
Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never want to use a crutch

I'VE GOT THE STRAIGHT EDGE



Small man, big mouth

Compete, compete, do it for the boys
Empty barrels make the most noise
You're always on the move
You've always got something to prove

What the fuck are you fighting for?
Is it because you're five foot four?
You better be happy with what you've got
You'll never get any more

You laugh at a man when he tries
You're trying to make up for your size
To you life is a rivalry
Keep a step ahead of me

SMALL MAN, BIG MOUTH




Screaming at a wall

I'm gonna knock it down
Any way that I can
I'm gonna scream, I'm gonna yell
I don't want to have to use my hands

IT'S LIKE SCREAMING AT A WALL
SOMEDAY IT'S GONNA FALL

You built that wall up around you
And now you can't see out
And you can't hear my words
No matter how loud I shout

IT'S LIKE SCREAMING AT A WALL
SOMEDAY IT'S GONNA FALL

You're safe inside and you know it
'Cause I can't get to you
And you know I resent it
And my temper grows

You better reinforce those walls
Until you don't have no room to stand
'Cause someday the bricks are gonna fall
Someday I'm gonna use my hand




Bottled violence

Get your bravery from a six pack
Get your bravery from a half-pint
Drink your whiskey, drink your grain
Bottoms up and you don't feel pain

GO OUT AND FIGHT, FIGHT
BOTTLED VIOLENCE

Lose control of your body
Beat the shit out of somebody
Half-shut eyes don't see who you hit
But you don't take any shit

GO OUT AND FIGHT, FIGHT

BOTTLED VIOLENCE


Minor threat (cover by silverchair)

We're not the first, I hope we're not the last
'Cause I know we're all heading for that adult crash
The time is so little, the time belongs to us
Why is everybody in such a fucking rush?

Make do with what you have
Take what you can get
Pay no mind to us
We're just a minor threat

WE'RE JUST A MINOR THREAT

Early to finish, I was late to start
I might be an adult, but I'm a minor at heart
Go to college, be a man, what's the fucking deal?
It's not how old I am, it's how old I feel

Take your time
Try not to forget
We never will
We're just a minor threat

WE'RE JUST A MINOR THREAT