Well, it�s all over
for me. All the nights I could slip into a Yankee game and forget about Iraq,
George Bush or the ominous nexus of Israel and the US (partners in 9/11?) and
now Iran? As the Yankees slipped into oblivion, I could hear people cheering
from coast to coast. After all, we were the Yanks, pinstripes and Capitalist
Tools, no working class heroes like the Red Sox Nation, erg. Now I had to face
it all alone.
But somehow the Yanks
got tagged with a bum rap. After all, �the Yanks are coming� meant move over
you Japs and Krauts,
America�s coming for you. Somehow, we got tagged with being the Elites, the
team with the billion dollar payroll, the perpetual winner in a field of bad
dreams. Somehow the reality belied the myth, especially as I scanned those tens
of thousands in the nosebleed upper decks and the bench-to-bench bleachers,
hard on your butt and your ears, with nary an inch to move, except with the crowd
to cheer or boo!
I mean sure down in
the �loge� and the lower deck were the box seats, the corporatos, the served,
the people who could actually see the game larger than it was on TV. But what
the hell. For me it was all good. At home or the stadium, in the Bronx or
Cleveland (damn those gnats), LA or Pittsburgh. It was all America, all
Americans cheering for their team like there was no other team. Jeez, I wished
politics could be like that again, like Ken Burns �War,� where the people at
home were at one with the soldiers fighting, and sacrificing everything for a
cause everybody believed in.
I also looked through
the stadium�s color wheel of faces and saw the shades of people I see in the
streets daily, laughing or sad, cheering or teary, ice-creamed or hot-dogged,
as the game went, Hispanic, Irish, Italian, Polish, Harlem, Brooklyn, ya
Queens� guy and Jersey girls. Yo, Cleveland, who�s the Indian on your hat? Ever
read any history, what we did to them? And like I say, Yanks are as American as
Cherry Pie. Or was that J. Rapp Brown? Anyhow.
I mean everybody
loves their team like there�s no other team. Except when I turn the game off
and look at the news. And then there�s Iraq�s daily body count, how many hits,
runs, and losses, guys on the injured list for life. And then there�s wonky
Bush, like this comedian that imitated him on Turner Broadcasting commercials.
He was funny, did the Bush man to a T, the strange looks, hand motions, leaning
his face in to tell us why we needed another $3 billion this week to kill a
couple of hundred thousand more people, this time maybe in Iran, with nukes if
necessary. Hey, nobody likes to lose, especially not Junior.
And why was I throwing oil on the fire, writing all
these scandalous articles about spying, nuclear proliferation, America being in
Israel�s pocket, Larry Silverstein, Judge Hellerstein, etcetera, etcetera. Some
of my best friends were Jewish and liked baseball. Why did politics, why did
reality have to mess it all up, including friendships, even with relatives.
I�m sitting here
everyday looking at the connections between Dancing Israelis and Urban Moving
Systems, and five guys cheering as the Towers fell down, lighting cigarette
lighters, until somebody called the cops on them and they say, �We are not your
problem.� Well who the hell is? Who else is �Documenting the Event� by singing,
laughing, dancing, and getting away with it, shipped back home to Israel,
But then I scroll
down and read Why was Kobi
Alexander Allowed to Flee? and Israel
Harbors Prime 9/11 Terror Suspect. This dude�s an Israeli military officer
who was connected to Odigo instant messaging company, whose employees and users
received an early warning of the 9/11 attack, and has recently become a
fugitive from US justice and taken refuge in Israel along with other prime
suspects of terror attacks. �Shortly after 9/11, five executives from Comverse
[Odigo�s parent company] were reported to have profited more than $267 million
from 'insider trading.'� So reports the journalist Christopher Bollyn.
And I also find this
story by Chris, The
�Unbreakable Bond� with Israel of the Zionist Judges Controlling the 9/11
Litigation. And he�s talking of Judge Hellerstein, whom I saw in action in
the courtoom, what a beauty for the system! And his buddy Michael Mukasey, from
the same Upper East Side synagogue. And there�s Michael Chertoff, with Alberto
Gonzales. Chertoff in his days as head of the criminal division of the
Department of Justice, now secretary of Homeland Security, all in a little
cabal of Zionist aspiration, all bonding.
Who�s on first? No,
who�s on second? No, who�s got a dual passport and citizenship to the US and
Israel, or USrael -- we�re so tight. And why should we be so tight with any
foreign power that we have a major booster, Mukasey, now going in to head up
the Department of Justice? Whatever happened to church and state being
separated? And why is Ashcroft, ex-DOJ head, Conservative Christian
extraordinaire making big bucks representing Israeli military companies with
his PR firm? Where the hell is
Justice? Is she blind as a bat?
Is this the Nexus of
Zion to play the Axis of Evil? Best three out of five. Eliminate Afghanistan to
get the pipelines through from the Caspian region to Pakistan/India and China.
Then take out Iraq for that cheap oil near the surface. Now go in for Iran�s
oil and natural gas. What a trifecta? Bet on who�s going to finish first,
second and last. The US, and you got it, Israel. And who�s going to finish
last? Palestine, under the rubble and the shadow of the Wall, stone-walled into
nowhere. Hey, let�s see if there are any Yankee Classic reruns on.
Maybe the 1996 World
Series, when Derek was just a kid shortstop, and we beat Atlanta in six games,
and 9/11 was years away, although the 1993 bombing of the WTC was just behind
us and nobody had a clue the FBI had a plant in the blind sheik who Mukasey
sent to jail for life. And the plant could have substituted fake powder for
explosive powder in the truck bomb for the basement, and the FBI said, accept
no substitutes, boom! So who�s your pappy, America? If not the Yanks, who?
Pedro, wanta pitch for NAFTA? What, you don�t like the American Union? But
Barry Bonds who allegedly takes steroids and he�s going to get his records
trashed by baseball bigots. Hey Barr�yyyy. Buy a Bond today. Keep the Nazis and
the Japs Away!
Oh god, why is life
always interfering with my relaxation. I wrote all damn day. I shopped. I sang
happy birthday to my mother-in-law on the phone. I get a gazillion emails every
day revealing new scams, schemes, and skeeves. Enough already. The Jewish
daily, Forward, wants to know if I want a subscription,
free. ZioPedia.org needs a contribution. These are the good guys. All right,
get the checkbook.
After all is said and
done I�m trying to have fun writing this stuff. Like I.F. Stone said, �The only
kinds of fights worth fighting are those you are going to lose because somebody
has to fight them and lose and lose and lose until someday, somebody who
believes as you do wins [how�s that for a lovely sentence?]. In order for
somebody to win an important, major fight 100 years hence, a lot of other
people have got to be willing -- for the sheer fun and joy of it -- to go right
ahead and fight, knowing you�re going to lose. You mustn�t feel like a martyr.
You�ve got to enjoy it.�
Izzy, I love it,
wherever you are, teaching us about Vietnam, and Paul Krassner banging it home,
like Arod and Abreu. So bottom line, politics is the game of the world,
generally played dirty and with bought umpires. But that�s it. Deal with it.
Because baseball been berry good to you, to me, to all us greasers. And only
America brought baseball to you, from your first schoolyard game in the back
streets of Brooklyn to the shining diamonds of the Bronx, Shea, Fenway, the
Pawsocks, LA, et al. And don�t let The Boss scare you. He�s all talk. Baseball
been really good to him. And even with his Big A, he shouldn�t forget that.
Jerry Mazza is a freelance writer living in New York.
Reach him at email@example.com.