AUSTIN -- Under the radar. Wheee, it is coming down fast and hard out here.

The Wall Street Journal devoted some coverage to the interesting case of Janet Rehnquist, inspector general at the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS). Rehnquist, daughter of the chief justice, is in hot water for politicizing her nonpartisan office and forcing out longtime career civil servants: This is the kind of thing that draws attention in Washington, D.C., but buried in the story, we find some interesting nuggets concerning Inspector Rehnquist's efforts to create a kinder, gentler IG department.

"The HHS office is responsible for safeguarding $450 billion-plus in annual spending, including Medicare and Medicaid, giving it a big role in policing health-care fraud. It annually makes cost-saving recommendations totaling billions of dollars, participates in hundreds of criminal prosecutions and bars thousands of entities from government work," reports the Journal.

"Oh dear father, I shall avenge your failures. I shall put thy name back in the graces of the powerful and wize writing in the black ink that fuels the fires of passion."

Sounds like some Shakespearean Gothic introduction. It appears to be what we are going through as a nation at this time. The son of the Bush is desperately trying to set his legacy right and in-between that we had the immoral and decant antics of Slick Willie. Come on, admit it, we are missing those times a little right now. Slick Willie was a lot of fun.

It's historic that Georgie Boy has been able to capture the house, the senate and get Carte' Blanc from the Untied Nations. The man is completely unstoppable. Or so it appears at this time.

He is not charismatic. He is not overly bright. He has that pick up your guns, shoot somebody attitude that just makes me have a seizure, and he is the second most popular president in our history. Slick Willie is still number one as far as popularity.
Walking back to my car after a rally calling for peace at the Ohio State House on Saturday, I walked past a spot where only a few days earlier a distraught man sat in his van with a gun to his head surrounded by police. From what I understood of that situation, it sounded like the guy was at the end of his rope, in need of help and aiming a gun at his head on election day was the only way he felt anyone might listen to him. The only way he felt he had left to amplify his voice and be heard. It was his own private anarchy against a system he felt had wronged him.

Many people spoke on Saturday from a variety of backgrounds, experiences and emotions, all trying to make the same point- the Bush Administration must be stopped. With such diversity taking the stage, everyone there could find a speaker who touched their conscience, their soul, their heart, their mind. Another voice that echoed their individual thoughts and feelings on our country's disastrous situation and reenforced "I am not alone," "I am not crazy," "I am not unpatriotic or un-American to be here."

I believe it's safe to say that as individuals, each person has his or her
On a sleepless drive, stopped at a light-
I saw a man kicking a rock in despair,-
As he awaited his chariot of situation, battled with
plight-
A sign read: Bus 319 troubles to bare-

A women with hair of colored rosary, carried bags as
her man followed-
In a parking lot of the grocery-
On the concrete world of a sleepy hollow-
The wind spoke not of shivery-

I found a book on the ground, next to a homeless man-
Pages torn by years from life's jail-
The great escape, Angola bound-
No P.O. Box, no place for mail-

Under the street light around a quarter pass one-
Sounds of children, having fun-
Whos in charge of their day to day-
Showing them the way, of how the life of tomorrow
could be won-

In my fathers house I see many people-
Shapes, colors, and shades, heads bowed, looking down-
Waiting for the strike of the clock-
To adjourn to their other life, somewhere back on the
block-
Away from the face of a religious frown-

For this daily false happiness they earn and
AUSTIN -- Never say this is not a great nation. A campaign in which Jesse Ventura took offense at someone else's behavior: Mr. Etiquette, the sensitive male. Poor Charlton Heston, suffering from Alzheimer's disease, no shame to him, shipped about the country, urging us all to buy more guns while being held up by supporters on each arm. Both candidates for governor in California capable of inducing brain damage in anyone luckless enough to listen to them speak. Another great year!

As a veteran of many an electoral defeat at the polls, may I remind you of the proper Texan attitude toward slaughter at the polls. A few years before Billie Carr died this September at age 74, a friend called to ask how she was doing. "Well," she said, "They just impeached my boy up in Washington, there's not a Democrat left in statewide office in Texas, the Republicans have taken every judgeship in Harris County, and yesterday, I found out I have cancer." Pause. "I think I'll go out and get a pregnancy test because with my luck, it'll come back positive."

The silver lining: Maybe at last we can finally retire that awful phrase that has been flapping its way through the newspaper headlines since the Clinton campaign of 1992, "It's the economy, stupid."

No, it's not the economy, stupid. If it were the economy, stupid, then House Speaker Dennis Hastert would be yielding his chair to Dick Gephardt, and George Bush would be deluged in rotten cabbages every time he appeared in public.

The economy, stupid? Let's take a look.

The markets? Down, down, down. During Bush's term, the Dow has gone from 10,578.20 on Jan. 22, 2001, to 8,397.03 on Oct. 31, 2002 -- a decline of 20.6 percent. Unemployment? Up, up, up. January 2001 to October 2002, nonfarm payrolls have fallen by 1.49 million, as the jobless rate has jumped in Bush's term from 4.2 percent to 5.7

Basic economic indicators? Teetering between indifferent and terrifying. Gross domestic product, which averaged a 3.1 percent annual growth rate in the first seven quarters under Clinton, compared with a 1.4 percent average in the same period under Bush.

AUSTIN, Texas -- So the new guy in charge of reforming the accounting industry himself sat on the board of a company now being investigated for fraud, and when that company's outside auditors complained about accounting irregularities, he voted to fire them. This is just peachy.

Why don't we add Ken Lay and Bernie Ebbers to the new accounting oversight board, as well?

It's not as though it weren't already painfully clear the Bush administration is both opposing and undermining all efforts to clean up corporate corruption, but do they really have to make a mockery of them, as well?

The headline in The Wall Street Journal read, "Criticism Mounts as Pitt Launches Probe of Himself." SEC chairman Harvey Pitt has just made himself immortal: Pitt, inventor of the self-probe. It sounds painfully rectal.

This is obscene. Where are the big fish on this one? We used to say of Bush in Texas, "He doesn't care about the topwaters." The topwaters are the bitty fish that swim on the top of the pond; Bush always worked for the big fish that swim underneath.

About a day before I decided to write this me and a couple friends were having a discussion about the nature of the columbus activist community. A little joke came up between us where we gave our activist community a motto:"Welcome to Columbus! Please tone it down a little!" Now we all had a good laugh over this statement about what we consider to be the lack of tactical radicalism within our activist community here in Columbus, Ohio, but this is a very serious matter or at least I feel it is and it has compeled me to write this critique.

This issue contains articles by Bob Fitrakis, Norman Solomon, Alexander Cockburn, Molly Ivins, Harvey Wasserman and others that address the most important anti-war issues of the day.

Additional topics include: the death penalty, campaign finance, and domestic government violence
PORTLAND, Ore. -- My, what fun we are having this festive fall campaign season. Ads running coast to coast informing us that if the other guy wins the election, pestilence will fall upon the land, weevils will eat the corn, our children will be sacrificed to Baal, and we'll all be afflicted with piles. It makes me miss the warm, positive, upbeat, people-loving candidates of yesteryear. Like Richard Nixon.

Tough times for those of us who are just little rays of sunshine all the damn time. I was trying to think of a single area where the country appears to be headed in the right direction.

The economy? Flop. Health care? Disaster. Homeland security? The director of the CIA says we're about to be attacked again. Foreign policy? Even our allies are starting to hate us. The environment? Please.

Meanwhile, our only president continues to insist that we need to go bomb Iraq, as he so lucidly explained the other day, "for the sake of peace." We once had a war to end war, but we've never actually tried a war for peace before.

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