May 3.

I arrived Pudong Airport in Shanghai after a 14 hour flight from Chicago. American Airlines spared every expense, but they got me there and that’s what mattered. My mission now was to meet my friend Rick in the heart of the city. In our modern 21st century world nothing could be simpler. Simply activate your unlocked cellphone with a sim card from your host country, make contact, then take a high-speed transport to a designated rendezvous. Like Kirk meeting McCoy for some Rigellian brandy…

I was going to get a sim card (the little memory/activator card that goes in the cellphone) at the airport, but they were charging $25 (usually the card is $5-10), so I thought I’d just get one when I got into Shanghai. My friends all said you could buy one anywhere. They also said you just take the #2 metro into the city. Much cheaper than a cab, only 7 Yuan, about a dollar U.S. But they didn’t know that there are several #2 metros and some of them only go half way and then just reverse. So I’m 30 minutes into my metro ride when I notice the train is going backwards. “That’s odd,” I said to myself, but I assumed it was perhaps a little dogleg the train makes before proceeding in the right direction since the map on the subway car clearly showed the #2 goes directly to the city.
But when we came back to the previous stop I knew something was wrong and I grabbed all my bags and made a dash for the doors.

Of course all the attendants and guards speak almost no English, but one of them pointed at the map and said “Change.” I got the idea, having been well-trained in the Boston MBTA, and made my way up and down the stairs to the opposite track. The stop I had reached before the train reversed, Congshua road or Long Yang road, was the exchange stop, so I would switch there to some mysterious other #2 train not on the map.
But when that stop came and I started to get out, an attendant came running through the car waving his arms. I made the mistake of pausing to watch. Everyone started running across the platform to a train on the opposite track. This evidently was the mystery #2.

The doors began to close. I leaped in, but my big rolling back got caught. I pushed hard on the doors, but they were efficiently designed People’s Republic doors and pushed back. I had a moment of panic. A deafening warning buzzer kicked in. The thought the train might start gave me an extra jolt of adrenaline and I got the door to back off enough to pull my bag in. A woman ducked inside at the last moment just after my bag. She looked at my bag, then at me with an expression I couldn’t read: Thank you! or maybe, Don’t block the door, you idiot!

After that the train went all the way to my designated stop, Jing’an Temple, which my American friend Rick told me was just a quick cab ride from my real destination, the French Concession area. What he didn’t tell me was that no cab drivers speak English (it’s sort of like NYC). So after I failed to communicate with two cabbies using broken English and hand gestures, I decided to get the elusive sim card, activate my unlocked cellphone and call Rick. Except no store signs were in English, and all the likely suspects, corner groceries, technology stores, had no idea what I was talking about. One salesgirl did wave her arm in a forward direction and said “Ten minutes,” so I went thataway. I walked for maybe a quarter mile, until I found a supermarket that looked promising. I attracted a small crowd of clerks and cashiers as I repeatedly said “Sim card” and made a pinching motion to describe a very small object. Finally a supervisor arrived and with his more extensive training was able to decipher the gibbering foreigner. He pointed across the street from where I had come, to a blue sign. “Cell phone repair,” he explained. A-ha! That sounded very promising. I thanked him and retraced my steps. The only problem was getting across the street. I had taken the easy crosswalk which only spanned four lanes of cars, buses, mopeds and bicycles all of which seemed to have special exemption from the traffic lights. The crosswalk, I now realized, formed a T in the middle of the street. I had crossed the short ways but, judging from the white hatched lines, I was supposed to go half way, then wait in the middle of the street until the “walk” sign turned green on the long side. This made very little sense to my animal survival instincts and I didn’t see any other pedestrians attempting it. Finally I decided to walk back the way I’d come until I found a less suicidal crosswalk.

Miraculously, on the way I noticed a tiny kiosk set up randomly in front of a doorway and sure enough he had sim cards. He didn’t speak English but from my helpless expression he realized I wanted him to do the heavy lifting and so he took my phone, inserted the card and proceeded to press a long series of numbers on the keypad, something like 10 the 4th power, I think. Anyway, it worked. I gratefully paid the man, got a call through to American Rick, flagged a cab, gave the driver the phone, and let Rick talk him in.
I got in the front seat since my luggage took the back, started to put on my seatbelt, was waved off by the driver, and realized it was just for show, there was nothing to clip it to. What the hell, I figured, at least we’re moving. And move we did. To the credit of the Chinese, their cabbies are not as scary as ones I’ve ridden with in Peru or Instanbul, but he kept the ride quite exciting and gave a number of pedestrians and bicyclists something to reminisce about.
Finally we arrived at my destination, Yueyang Lu, a sycamore-lined boulevard in the French Concession, and American Rick took me to the apartment of a musician friend where I was graciously given a room with a bed, upon which I soon collapsed. Later, I awoke around midnight to see the lights of Shanghai magically winking at me outside every window.

May 4, morning. Somewhat recovered from the flight, I walked the winding tree-lined streets of the French Concession, sort of like a dog investigating new surrounds, except I didn’t pee on everything.
Met a friend for lunch who agreed to play tourguide. We ate at a place called Simply Thai, very clean & trendy. We had fried fishcakes and a stirfry of mostly peapods, very mild for Thai cuisine. On my walk I had noticed the Shanghai Chinese Painting Academy, so we checked that out after eating. They had an extensive gallery on the second floor. Very interesting scrolls, mostly ink & color, done by 20th century artists, blending traditional techniques with modern themes. The relation between form and content, technique and subject, resonated with questions I often have about music. Such as expressing new ideas in old styles, or hinting at older techniques within a modern form.

As I prepare for my May trip to China, I am getting more keyed in to historical bits and pieces that would have been interesting trivia in normal life but now are becoming vivid and real.

1) The World Expo in Shanghai starts May 1. News reports talk of many glitches, buildings falling down or nor being ready, copyright problems (the Expo mascot is allegedly a ripoff of Gumby), Chinese residents are complaining of long lines and claustrophobic crowds (when the Chinese think it’s getting crowded you know that’s some serious crowds!)… Still, even if it is a giant WTF madhouse, I am eager to check it out.

2) The neighborhoods of Shanghai. In the movies and magazines I have seen over the years, Shanghai was either a stereotyped Asian port city with junks and ramshackle wharfs crowded together, or a glittering metropolis of glass, concrete and steel. Now I am learning of the varied history of this international city, with neighborhoods like the French Concession, which has mixtures of modern and old, Asian and European architecture. Also, one of the main jazz clubs JZ is located there. Excited to see it all.
Check out these pics:
http://www.google.com/images?q=shanghai+french+concession&rls=com.microsoft:en-US&oe=utf8&rlz=1I7ADBF_en&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=univ&ei=T-PVS5vvHoyINuzqqdID&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=4&ved=0CCcQsAQwAw

As April draws to a close, I am preparing for a month-long trip to China. I will be meeting with various musicians and teachers, as well as gawking like a tourist. I’ll keep blog updates on this site. Look for info and pics on Shanghai, Hong Kong, Zhengzhou and Beijing!

Meanwhile, I am also finishing up CD projects with The Just Desserts, Sangeet Millennium and my own new world music project My Exotic Other. Look for concert info in June, as well as uploaded sample mp3s from the recordings.

2010 also seems to be the year of Georgetown (Texas, not D.C.): Since January I have been playing a weekly residence at the Landmark Tavern, on the square in Georgetown, above Amante’s Italian Restaurant. Every Thursday, my cohort Lamar Pecorino (piano & vocals) and I explore classic material under the name of Joint Venture. 7-11pm. Full bar, comfy chairs & couches, and a balcony complete the vibe.

Just around the corner, master chef Francois offers up fine French cuisine as well as lighter bistro fare at La Maison. Live music every Saturday from 6-9pm. I would be there every week if I could, but check my calendar for performance dates. There will, however, be equally cool & talented musicians there pretty much every Saturday.

In June, after I get back from points east, there will be several CD release parties and general festivities. Check my calendar for details.
- PK

From the desk of PK, International Man of Mystery & Music.

After years of talking about it (until close friends rolled their eyes), I finally put together a trip to Asia. Stops included Hong Kong, Bangkok, Macau, and Taipei. The plan was to catch up with old friends, expats from the U.S. who have made their home overseas, and check out the various music scenes going on, with some touristic sidetrips as well.

The trip exceeded my expectations. It was a real mix of ethnomusicological fact-finding, meeting and jamming with various musicians, absorbing new music, and making new friends and musical connections.

I kept a diary of sorts, and now that I’m back in Austin I’m supplementing it with what I can remember of the last month, before it starts to fade in the searing Texas heat

4/18/08
I have been in Hong Kong about 5 days now, just getting used to the island and the constant bustle. As I said to a few people, it is like a mixture of Manhattan, San Francisco and Istanbul. Or more accurately, imagine tying those 3 cities together with bamboo scaffolding, and plunking the assemblage down in the middle of a New Orleans summer.

I’m staying in the Mid-Levels, which is up and up the hill from the harbor about halfway. It is fairly easy to get from the airport on Lantau island to Hong Kong itself, using the Airport Express metro train. It was a little confusing for a jet-lagged musician, even with some advance warning from my Austin-expat friend Linda who has been a Hong Kongian for years now. The drill goes like this (pretty much true for all my international hops): You de-plane, shuffle your way through customs, avoid the taxi scammers trying to glom onto dazed foreigners like yourself (they’ll take you for a ride at a jacked-up price), find an ATM machine, get some local currency, then look for local metro or bus transport. You get your metro ticket from a machine that only accepts cash, that’s why you hit the ATM first. For the Hong Kong metro (MTR) you can buy a single-fare ticket, or get an Octopus card, which is the way to go if you’re going to be riding the MTR for awhile. The Octopus card is like a debit card that you add value to, and the turnstiles have sensors that can read the magnetized strip through your wallet or purse. Very convenient in the crowded hustle and bustle of urban mass transit, even if it does feel a bit Big Brotherish (we can track you anywhere, etc.). You can use the Octopus card on all public transportation except taxis, and you can also use it in chain stores like 7-11. I know that some U.S. cities which have good mass transit systems are now introducing these cards. It’s definitely the way of the future, and Asian mass transit systems are ahead of the curve. I soon discovered that the metro systems in Bangkok and Taipei ran the same way.

The Airport Express train only has 3 stops, Tsing Yi, Kowloon, and Hong Kong Station, so I could relax in the quiet comfy metal tube that hurtled through the evening, watching the lights flash by outside. A green LED display near the ceiling of the car showed the progress of the train. Hong Kong Station is next to Central, the station for the regular MTR line. Linda met me there and acted as my sherpa, guiding me through the urban ascent back to her apartment in Mid-Levels. There is a central staircase and escalator (I think it’s the longest continuous escalator in the world), though the escalator stops running after about midnight, just when one is staggering home from the bars.

I found some great musicians and party animals at a jazz club called Vibe, and jammed on some standards with them. There are many little cafes tucked away in the winding streets and alleyways. Each night I discover a few more. The weather is a little sticky and warm, sort of like Texas in June. A typhoon was predicted for this weekend, but so far it has only brought a cooling light rain. The air quality is a little funky due to the heavy industry pollution blowing in from southern China. Hong Kong itself doesn’t spew out much in the way of factory fumes, but the car & bus exhaust tends to hang in the air. It takes a little getting used to. Between that and my initial jetlag, the first couple days were a bit surreal.

The food is great. I have been pretty conservative so far, mainly noodle bowls and dim sum. There is an amazing array of street food like grilled octopus, stinky tofu, fish balls, and various internal organs of various animals prepared in various ways. So far I have resisted the urgings of my local friends here to indulge in these delicacies… Speaking of food, I think it’s time to get away from the computer and hit the streets. There’s a place nearby with great seafood congee, or so I am told…. -PK

I think the idea of First Night, a city-sponsored set of events occurring on December 31 to usher in the New Year, began in Boston, MA, my home town. But it has spread to other cities across the country, including here in Austin, TX, my adopted home.

In a way it is cooler than other holiday public events, because it is less formulaic, less top-down in its conception. Yes, there is the parade, the speechifying and the fireworks. But in Austin, and I am sure in other cities, First Night feels a little like Halloween mixed with Mardi Gras.

I think it has to do with the ritual aspect of ending one time and beginning another: All holidays are rituals, but some are more staid and reflective, while some are about embracing change, stepping outside the normal routine, what anthropologists call entering a liminal state. For a brief time during these holidays we can look back on who we have been and imagine who we might be.

Halloween is of course the ultimate holiday for stepping outside your everyday self. Mardi Gras is similar, though it has less to do with subconscious fantasy, and more to do with overt celebration of life (often to excess). First Night is becoming, I think, a gentler blend of both.

Here’s my reasoning: Halloween and Mardi Gras have their origins in religious rites. Scholars debate the fine points, but we can generally say that these contemporary holidays draw from a melange of ancient Indo-European practices, among them Druidic, Christian, and Roman Pagan. They celebrated basic human life cycle moments, the seasons, life and death, real nuts and bolts stuff.

New Year’s Eve celebrates something a little more cerebral and arbitrary, the end of the calendar year. It’s important and arguably more humanly universal, as we all rotate together on this third rock from the sun. Different cultures use different calendars, but they all celebrate the New Year, even if at different times.

We all mark the progression, and it is both cyclical and linear. One year ends, another begins, in an unbroken continuum. But each year we pause to look back and look ahead, or consciously try to do neither. Champagne helps either way.

This year, on the last day of 2007, I found myself marching down Congress Avenue as part of the Golden Arm Trio brass band (2 trumpets, 1 trombone, 1 tenor sax, 1 baritone sax, 1 sousaphone, and 3 drummers). As we stood in the street waiting for the parade to begin, I saw a good representation of Austin culture: Lots of musicians, lots of costumes, hand-crafted floats and tricked-out bicycles, jugglers, dancers, all kinds of people tickling the edge of the imagination.

It was cold. It was exhausting. It was great. We marched from about 8th street down to Cesar Chavez, then west to City Hall Plaza. It was a bunch of people dressed up and making a bunch of noise, just celebrating the fact that we all made it through another year.

While I tried to keep in marching step, fighting off a headcold, blowing on my ice cold tenor sax with numb fingers, looking out at the folks lining the street, kids digging our barely controlled cacophony, I thought, “This sums up my year pretty well.”

Happy New Year.

I know the key to getting website hits is to keep it current, with cool and interesting posts, or at least something to momentarily distract websurfers from the daily drudgery, in between latte sips. And so the role of musician increasingly comes to include data entry, which is the kind of thing I became a musician to avoid. But like I always say, “I’m not complaining, just describing.”

Well, it has been a busy 6 months, not just for me but for most of my friends. Zipping to & fro, trying to keep one’s balls in the air (or perhaps spinning plates would be a less problematic metaphor), finding more and more arcane ways to pay the bills.
I had several good roadtrips this period: June/July in San Francisco with the Broken Clock Cabaret; August in Los Angeles with the Golden Arm Trio; and September/October in NYC & Boston with my own project Manteca Beat.

Some of the musical moments include: Various states of inebriation and debauchery with the No Salvation Army Band as we tried to keep up with stage performers’ craziness… A quick recording session in L.A. with guitarist Tommy Kay…And my dad’s 80th birthday party courtesy of the Harvard Chemistry Department. I got together with pianist (and former classmate) Joseph Reid and we played some cool jazz while the scientists waxed eloquent over cocktails and memories.

I also had an enjoyable radio interview with Bob Putignano of 88.1 in New Jersey, played some cool shows and re-connected with some Texas ex-pats who are honing their music chops in the Big Apple.

Back in Texas, both my bands PK Sax and Manteca Beat have been staying busy, playing club dates and private parties. I also got to hang out with oud maestro Marcel Khalife and his group when they played in Austin. Really nice people and great musicians.

Along with swanky shows with Memphis Train Revue, and some serendipitous calls to play with other Austin bands like Hot Wax, Take Five, Stephanie Bradley, Austin Hot Trax, Groovin’ Ground, Jon Emery, the Jazz Pharoahs, and other hepcats, it has been a busy, busy fall.

Of course Halloween is the main holiday in Austin, and I celebrated in style at the Enchanted Forest. Many fantastical costumes, as well as the dependable standard fantasies: pirates, cats, sexy nurses, sexy stewardesses, naughty schoolgirls, and a surprising number of sexy Raggedy Ann’s… It’s good to see that tradition still counts for something around here.

Now that November is here, it is just a fast downhill rush into the holidays…tryptophan, tinsel, and New Year’s Eve tiaras, and then onward into 2008!

-PK

The wettest summer ever in Austin, or so it seems.  Rainiest summer since I moved here, back in 1982.  Global warming seems to agree with Texas, except for the floods, ruined crops, and who knows what unforeseen liabilities to come… Maybe the weather will slow down the money-grubbing suits (as they pre-occupy themselves with water damage to their mcmansions), but i doubt it.

However, why dwell on the negative?  The grass is green instead of the usual mid-summer brown.  It’s harder, though still possible, to get toxic levels of UV radiation, and the beat goes on.  True, a lot of outdoor gigs have been cancelled, festivals, rooftop bars, lawn parties.  But that’s part of the deal for jobbing musicians. 

It has been a busy year so far:  The Manteca Beat CD, "Manteca-licious!", is doing well.  A Manteca Beat East Coast tour for the fall is coming together.  We’re looking into making a video around one of the CD tracks, not to mention a complete line of Phez Kimono fashion wear.

I had a blast touring the San Francisco area with the Broken Clock Cabaret (June 26-July1), and it looks like we will have ongoing Tom Waits-related performances through the year.  Check out www.brokenclockcabaret.com for the latest byzantine machinations of the troupe.

August 1-5 the Golden Arm Trio goes west, with shows in Tucson and Los Angeles.  I’m happy to be part of that configuration.  Also, thanks to Graham Reynolds for having me on the "Scanner Darkly" movie soundtrack and the new "Tick-Tock Club" CD.

August 8-10 I will be playing in Houston as part of a burlesque show.  More on that to come! 

PKSAX World is this beautiful place inside my head where everything works out and all my dreams come true. I’m sure everyone has their unique personal version in their own heads, albeit some of us have shrunk the mental real estate dedicated to our hopes and dreams, in order to make more space for doubts, nightmares, and nagging regrets.

But the point is: Dare To Dream. Even if your dreams are childish, self-involved, and totally impractical, you have to start somewhere. So I did, and three CDs later I have expanded the real estate of my personal dreamspace to the point where I have enough room for a computer desk, a Captain-Kirk-esque office chair, and a bouncy yoga ball on which to prostrate myself when reality starts to infringe too much.

The three CDs represent my three musical projects:
1) PK Sax, the jazz/world music group has the CD “Texas Tenure.”
2) The Klemperer Group, an experimental/acid jazz ensemble, has the
CD “Man In Chamber.”
3) Manteca Beat, the roots/R&B band, has the CD “Manteca-licious!”

I’m hard at work, trying to expand the real estate of my dreamscape (hmmm…that sounds like a good title for a New Age Workshop…”Expanding The Real Estate Of Your Dreamscape”: a 2-day workshop in which you will learn techniques to realize your dreams, work through emotional blockages left over from past-life issues, free your inner child, and visualize the person you want to become. Only $350; lunch and weak lukewarm green tea will be provided…)

But I digress. What I meant to say was that, as I develop these projects, I hope to use the internet and my website to communicate and deepen the artistic scope of all my projects, musical, literary, educational, what-have-you. The first step will be to reorganize my main website (www.pksax.com) as the command center or clearinghouse for all my related projects. I am tentatively caling this main site “P.K.S.A.X. World Headquarters” which, after much introspection, I feel is less pretentious than “PKSAX Center For World Domination”… Of course I am open to creative suggestions, so feel free to creatively suggest.

As of now I have several weblinks that will direct interested parties to my various projects:

Manteca Beat has its own site at http://mantecabeat.pksax.com. There is also a MySpace page at www.myspace.com/mantecabeat.

PK Sax and The Klemperer Group will soon have their own linked sites. In the meantime, you can access information on these projects through www.pksax.com.

For internet CD sales and digital downloads you can go to CD Baby at cdbaby.com/cd/klemperer.

I guess that’s all for now. Feel free to leave a comment here, or drop me a line at paul@pksax.com.

Ciao,
Paul Klemperer

This just in from P.K.S.A.X. Command Headquarters:

Manteca Beat, the startling roots/R&B project of saxophonist Paul Klemperer, has actually done something right. The CD, almost exactly a year in the making, is finished, tweaked, powdered and pouffed, and will be available March 9.

Yes, grease is the word here and “Manteca-licious” lives up to its name, with a range of blues & rootsy grooves featuring some of Austin greasiest players. Special guests on the album include: Malford Milligan, Marcia Ball, Seth Walker, Stanley Smith and Mark Goodwin, plus other allstar heavy-hitters adding their own “special sauce”… hmmm, these culinary-sexual musical metaphors are getting a little icky. Leave us just say that if you are hungry for good music, your ears will be well-fed. Whether you’ll want a toothpick or a Q-tip after listening to Manteca Beat is up to you.

March 2007 will see Manteca Beat at several Austin venues, including instore appearances at local record stores. Check the calendar at www.pksax.com, or go to http://mantecabeat.pksax.com for more details.

Later in the spring & summer Manteca Beat will be appearing in other Texas cities, with plans for selected national touring to follow. Wherever they go, their mission is “to bring the grease.”

Check back here for information on Manteca Beat merchandise, including select cooking utensils, protective eyewear, and thumbcuffs. Christmas is less than a year away, so plan your holiday shopping now!

1/15/07
Is it just me, or is the justification for the ongoing GWB occupation of Iraq more and more obviously about oil? Of course, way back when GWB was just rattling his sabre, the “No War For Oil” bumper stickers began to sprout on Volvos, Toyotas & Hondas, but this linear logic soon became obscured by the layers of geo-political complexities involved: Saddam was a mass-murderer, Saddam was a threat to regional stability, the U.S. needed to take the threat of global terrorism more seriously after 9/11, the U.S. couldn’t just sit back and wait for the terrorists to strike again, the Arab world saw him as a threat too, a free and democratic Iraq could only emerge if Saddam’s regime was toppled, etc., etc.

For a time after the U.S. invasion of Iraq, the war of words was thicker than the actual physical combat. Europe was divided in its allegiance to the U.S. unilateral action, with Britain leaping onboard and France urging caution. Knee-jerk American hawks came up with the brilliant propaganda blitz of “freedom fries.” The Arab world was divided for its own reasons: Islamic fundamentalism threatened existing regimes, allies of the U.S. like Saudi Arabia, which thrive on class inequality. Religious zealots have the power to mobilize masses of poor people against the status quo. But at the same time these regimes gain some breathing room when the anger of their poor populations can be directed against a foreign, demonized enemy like the U.S. The result has been for Arab political leaders to play both sides of the fence, positioning themselves with the U.S. on the global stage, while encouraging anti-U.S. sentiment among their citizenry.

So it is not too surprising that the Bush administration has been able to push its war agenda along, taking advantage of the confusion and ambiguities of the issues, even as all the lies, mistakes and lack of planning became more exposed each day. The argument, which seemed to trump all the questions, went like this: The U.S. had to do something. Maybe it was a mistake to invade Iraq, but now that we are there, we can’t just leave.

This argument seems to suggest that GWB did make a mistake, that his administration has been somewhat misguided and inept in its Iraq misadventure, that we created a power vacuum when we toppled Saddam’s regime, but that the U.S. is now committed to stabilizing the situation, and supporting a new democratic Iraqi government until it can stand on its own feet. This is the “stay the course” logic which GWB has been reiterating for years now. Even his most vociferous critics within the U.S. government tow the line that we can’t just pull out of Iraq and leave a power vacuum. Ostensibly this is because of the U.S. commitment to political stability in the region.

But what is the purpose of this stability? Is it to promote peace, save lives, reduce suffering, allow for the civilized political resolution of geo-political conflicts? Methinks not. For the Bush administration and all the power brokers involved, stability is narrowly defined as “business stability,” which can be further narrowly defined as “oil.”

GWB has been getting, in my humble opinion, something of a free ride from his critics. He has been painted as the C-student frat boy who rode into the White House on the wealthy coattails of his dad. He has been painted as the dangerously self-confident cowboy guided by his fundamentalist simpleton view of the world. This character portrait has explained his refusal to admit any mistakes, to examine opinions outside his small coterie of advisers, or to work with groups which have agendas different than his. But I think this is misleading. GWB may be a dangerous man, but he is still the representative of the corporate powers which guide U.S. economic and foreign policy. He may be a mediocre mind, but he still represents the best and brightest among the monied elite. So the question really is what is their agenda. And once again, the answer is “oil.”

A more accurate reading of the Bush administation’s approach to Iraq is that U.S. companies need access to Iraq’s oil, and we will not leave that country until they get it. The new Iraqi government can hem and haw all it wants, it can institute democratic reforms or not, it can revert to a repressive police state if it wants, as long as we get that oil. Laws are being set up now that will ensure foreign access to Iraq’s oil. The only problem is if the Iraqi government that ratifies those laws is toppled, foreign companies are back to square one.

It’s becoming clear to a growing number of journalists (those not completely in service to the corporate elite) that the most serious issue on the world stage in coming years may not be terrorism or religious fundamentalism, but the struggle to control energy resources. In the name of national security, governments will use any means to secure access to these resources, even if it involves violating civil liberties at home or international laws abroad. If government and corporate leaders believe that controlling and securing access to oil and other energy resources is the most important thing, then sacrificing the lives of hundreds of thousands of civilians and military personnel, decimation of communities and infrastructure, despoiling the environment, exponentially increasing toxins, disease and human suffering, are all a small price to pay. In this strategic view, nothing is more important than securing access to energy resources.

Therefore, no matter how crazy it seems, no matter how badly managed this war has been and still is, it makes more sense to GWB and the corporations which back him to stick it out, because the one thing they can’t give up on is that Iraqi oil. Everything else is just details.