Thursday, November 17, 2005

The Torture Never Stops

There's more.

NYT's Leslie Wayne reports that the Navy's biggest contractor will get special help recovering from Hurricane Katrina.
PASCAGOULA, Miss. - The destruction is everywhere at the Northrop Grumman shipyards here…

But as the cleanup begins, Northrop will have a much easier time than most other Hurricane Katrina victims, at least financially. Unlike many small businesses and families that may never fully recover from the storm, Northrop - through a combination of insurance and, most important, support from the Pentagon - is likely to end up having to pay little, if anything at all, from its own coffers to repair the damage.

The Navy is asking for $2 billion in Federal Emergency Management Agency funds, saying in a memo that it wants to restore Northrop's three Gulf Coast yards, where most of the Navy's surface ships are built, to their pre-Katrina "capacity and profit opportunities."

Donald C. Winter, recently confirmed by the Senate to become the next Secretary of the Navy, is a senior executive with Northrup Grumman.

How about that?

6 comments:

  1. The frightening thing is that now they are not even trying to hide it. At least in the old days they would to minimize the exposure in various ways. I guess now that Halliburton/KBR have been feeding at the trough with no oversight or competition, and getting away with it, everybody assumes that it is 'happy hour' and the drinks are on the house.
    Remember the days when your OOD watch used to fall on payday and you just know you would spending all night dragging sailors and marines out of the EM and NCO clubs all night long. These folks are going to drink until either they run out of money or someone hauls them off to the brig.

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  2. Drunken sailors. Good analogy, Monk.

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  3. Better, shipmate!

    But Zoot Allures!, let's check the original source, the Head Mother Himself:

    Flies all green and buzzin',
    in this dungeon of despair.
    Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes,
    and scratch their matted hair.
    A tiny light, from a window hole,
    a hundred yards away,
    is all they ever gets to know
    about the regular light in the day.

    And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin',
    and weepin' greenish drops.
    In the room where the giant fire puffer works,
    and the torture never stops.

    The torture never stops.

    Slime and rot, rats and snot,
    and vomit on the floor.
    Fifty yoogly soldiers, man,
    holdin' spears by the iron door.
    Knives and spikes, and guns and the likes
    of every tool of pain.
    And a sinister midget, with a bucket and a mop,
    where the blood goes down the drain.

    And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin',
    and weepin' greenish drops.
    In the room where the giant fire puffer works,
    and the torture never stops.

    The torture never stops.
    The torture.. the torture..
    The torture never stops.

    Flies all green and buzzin',
    in this dungeon of despair.
    An evil prince eats a steaming pig,
    in a chamber right near there.
    He eats the snouts and the trotters first.
    The loins and the groins is soon dispersed.
    His carvin' style is well rehearsed.
    He stands and shouts:

    All men be cursed!
    All men be cursed!
    All men be cursed!
    All men be cursed!

    And disagree?
    Well, no one durst.

    He's the best, of course, of all the worst.
    Some wrong been done, he done it first.

    And it stinks so bad, his bones been chokin',
    and weepin' greenish drops.
    In the night of the iron sausage,
    where the torture never stops.

    The torture never stops.
    The torture.. the torture..
    The torture never stops.

    Flies all green and buzzin',
    in this dungeon of despair.
    Who are all those people,
    that he's locked away down there?
    Are they crazy?
    Are they sainted?
    Are they zeroes,
    someone painted?

    And it's never been explained,
    since it first it was created.
    But a dungeon, like a sin,
    requires naught but lockin' in,
    of everything that's ever been.
    Look at her.
    Look at him.

    That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
    That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
    That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
    That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.

    So the MAIN Question being: Who's the sinister midget in this picture. My vote is for Cheney!

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  4. Thanks for the lyrics and the link, Dedmike.

    Do you happen to know if the Donnie Vliet who appears on the album is related to Captain Beefheart? (Is it Beefheart himself?

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  5. A pleasure and an honor, shipmate. My sources say "yes" to both of your questions, but you can find more info at teejo's electricity site, as ususal. If you ar impatient, you can go here of course. Wiki Jawaka also has some info.

    I'm more of a Zappa Live or bootleg pressings guy, especially those albums Flo and Eddie and Aynsley Dubar were on.

    Here's an interesting tidbit about FZ and The Captain. Word was, FZ did it to check out the chicks in Europe. Interesting The Captain was The Captain and had a band before Frank was Zap and the Mother of All Mothers.

    Sharks in the Mud, forever!

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  6. Thanks again for the great links. IMO, the Flo and Eddie sessions were the most "fun" rock and roll I've ever heard.

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