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Is every family member in the lineage of Bush helpless victims of Political Ponerology? Are they suffering from paranoidal characteropathia?
A brief intro into the mental illness governing AMERICA
Random Thoughts in a Summer of Despair
Michael Bailey
To
repeat, he was truly the most humorless man I have ever met; in this
respect he is surpassed only by Bush and his neo-cons, who have every
prospect of dying of a wretchedness compounded by their own deep-rooted
humorlessness and the dreary monotony of public life, which, under
their domination, has taken on the rigidity of a corpse.
In
accordance with the style of this regime, which has simply discarded
decency as so much excess baggage, he was promoted shortly thereafter
to a much higher post.
We have, therefore, every prospect of
losing whatever remains of our freedom of movement, and of thus
becoming completely the prisoners of this horde of vicious apes who six
years ago seized power over us.
Munster was a city-state set up
by the Anabaptist heretics in the sixteenth century. I read accounts of
the “Kingdom of Zion” by contemporaries, and I am shaken. In every
respect, down to the most ridiculous details, that was a forerunner of
what we are now enduring. Like the USA of today, the Munster city-state
for years separated itself from the civilized world; like Bush and his
ninnies it was hugely successful over a long period of time and
appeared invincible. And then, suddenly, against all expectation and
over a comparative trifle it collapsed….
I stand before these
400-year-old records, startled by the thought that the resemblance may
not be coincidence at all, but may be determined by some frightful law
decreeing periodic draining of psychic abscess.
My life in this
pit will soon enter its fifth year. For more than forty-two months, I
have thought hate, have lain down with hate in my heart, have dreamed
hate and awakened with hate. I suffocate in the knowledge that I am the
prisoner of a horde of vicious apes, and I rack my brains over the
perpetual riddle of how this same people who so jealously watched over
its rights a few years ago can have sunk into this stupor, in which it
not only allows itself to me dominated by street-corner idlers of
yesterday, height of shame, is incapable of perceiving its shame for
the shame that it is.
Isn’t this the kind of thing that happens
when a people is sinking in the cesspool of its own disgrace? “All that
they did was as it should have been, because it was God’s will.” This I
read in the 16th Century Munster chronicle.
The unclean essence of a monstrosity.
It
was that little-man Machiavellianism by which foreign policy became a
series of legalized burglaries and the activities of its leaders a
succession of embezzlements, forgeries and treaty breaches, all
designed to appeal to the assortment of bureaucrats and stenographers
and advertising executives who have since become the true support and
bastion of this regime … as a fabulous fellow, a real political Genghis
Khan.
He had the look of a man
trying to seduce the cook. I got the impression of basic stupidity, the
same kind of stupidity as that of his cronies - the kind of stupidity
which equates statesmanship with cheating on a horse race.
“In
the almost deserted restaurant, I could easily have shot him. If I had
had an inkling of the role this piece of filth was to play and of the
years of suffering he was to make us endure, I would have done it
without a single thought. But I took him for a character out of a comic
strip and did not shoot.”
Reck-Mickelshausen
On seeing the not yet in power Hitler
I
have been in Washington- Washington, center of all diligence, activity,
and perfection – by its own statement. In my humble opinion, however,
it is like an immense machine, all sound and fury and producing nothing.
I
do not believe in any of it. I know all about ‘telephoning with both
hands and feet’, and appointment pads on which every minute for the
next three months is scheduled for engagements and ‘conferences’. I
know all about production-at-any-price, and the desperate hankering
after a pseudo-Americanism. It is the viewing of a life as a kind of
gigantic Army barracks which has brought on us the aversion of the
entire world. As long as this country allows itself to be represented
by this basically hopeless city, we will go from one foreign policy
disaster to the next.
I do not believe there is any substance to
the idea that people in Washington work harder than elsewhere. They
have an hysterical drive to keep moving, probably an indication of a
flight from the knowledge of their own inner emptiness. I believe that
it is the same kind of false front trickery that turns the slave-driver
of two barmaids into an “assistant secretary’, the backyard shack of
every housing project into a “Garden Pavilion”, and every discussion
on how to cheat a customer of a shipment of dehydrated soup into a
‘conference’.
What is most typical of Washington is deception:
functional form, without solidity in either materials or execution,
mechanics’ apprentices who are above mere careful workmanship, and at
one declare themselves fully fledged inventors or builders: streamlined
kiddy cars with brittle imitation leather, ‘functionally’ constructed
flashlights with inoperative connections, and the ‘new functionalism’
which would make desks and beds out of reinforced concrete.
No,
I do not believe that there are many cities in which as much time is
lost in useless bureaucratic reorganization, rejoinders of “On the
other hand ….”, purposeless chatter, and directorial pontification.
These
gentlemen are all enchanted with my script. Then, just as everything
appears to be settled, out of the shadows springs a dramatist’s
apprentice in horn-rimmed glasses. This is a type perfectly aware of
its own superfluidity, and so expends vast efforts in an attempt to
find something wrong, and thus provide at least the shadow of
justification for his paltry salary.
‘This gentleman rises to
say that the script is certainly wonderful, but that such and such
scenes may give offense to the pressure group organized by the
Wallpaper Manufacturers, and that such and such other place in the
script may not be comprehensible to inhabitants of Mars, prospective
civil servants, or functionaries who may not have graduated from high
school. The reply that whatever purports to cover every contingency
actually covers none, has no effect. The signal has been given for the
elderly gentlemen to awaken from their lethargy long enough to attempt
to legitimize their own, much higher, salaries. Each now racks his
brain to add his own “now, on the other hand …” to the discussion. And
so begins the nerve wracking period of weeks of conferences, meetings,
telephone calls, breakfasts, and still more conferences which ends
finally in the complete junking of any plan for change. The new version
has carefully eliminated every natural association in favor of a
super-clever artificiality. In accord with the principle “Why have
things simple when they can just as easily be complicated:, an attempt
is made to fly to the moon.
When I got home, I turned to
Dostoyevsky, to him who is proscribed among the bureaucrats as no one
else. I read once more in The Possessed the words spoken by Peter
Stepanovich, the son of the General’s wife:
All
are slaves and equal in their slavery. Everyone belongs to all, and all
to everyone, and the great thing about it is equality. To begin with
the level of education, and science, and talents is lowered. A high
level of education and science is only possible for great
intellectuals, and they are not wanted. The great intellectuals have
always seized power and become despots. Great intellectuals cannot help
being despots, and they’ve always done more harm than good. They will
be banished or put to death. Cicero will have his tongue cut out,
Copernicus will have his eyes blinded, Shakespeare will be stoned. Down
with culture. We’ve had enough of scholarship. Discipline comes first.
The one thing wanting in this world is discipline. The drive for
knowledge is an aristocratic drive we will destroy; we’ll employ
seduction and drunkenness, slander, spying; we’ll stifle every genius
in its infancy. We’ll reduce all to a common denominator! Complete
equality, absolute submission, absolute loss of individuality. But one
or two generations of vice are essential now; monstrous, abject vice by
which a man is transformed into a loathsome, cruel, egoistic reptile.
There’s going to be such an upset as the world has never seen before.
Russia will be overwhelmed with darkness, and the earth will weep for
its old Gods.”
I
know that this land is the living, beating heart of the world. I will
go on believing in this heartbeat, despite all the covering layers of
blood and dirt. But I know also that the thing up there that rumbles
and thunders is the denial of right and justice, of truth and faith and
everything that makes life worth living. I believe this is a
caricature, smeared by a malignant ape escaped from the leash.
You,
up there; I hate you waking and sleeping. I will hate and curse you at
the hour of my death. I will hate and curse you from my grave, and it
will be your children and your children’s children who will have to
bear my curse. I have no other weapon against you except this curse, I
know that it withers the heart of him who utters it, I do not know if I
will survive your downfall.
But this I know, that a man must
hate this USA with all his heart if he really loves it. I would ten
times rather die than see you triumph.
Writing this, I shrink
within myself. Soon it will be Easter, and as though in derision the
final chorus of St. Matthew Passion rings out from the radio at just
this moment.
Now, still, overhead, these white savages steer
their moronic automatons, flying toward brutality and crime, drowning
out the peaceful stillness of this spring day. I am crying. But it is
more out of fury and shame than out of sadness….
Besides, it
depends on whether or not one recognizes this regime, born in
chicanery, blackmail, and swindle as a legitimate government. I have,
since its inception, never ceased to view it as criminal in nature, and
as a fraudulent counterfeit of a modern state.
What appears here
to be courage in the face of death is merely mass-man apathy. What
appears to be stoicism is merely the expression of the condition of
mass-man; neither good nor bad, but basically and with a certain
satisfaction at being so, nothing. I really do not know how to
characterize the spiritual condition of my dreary contemporaries better
than that.
The people is insane. It will pay dearly for its
insanity. The air of this summer is full of foreboding, and fire and
iron must heal what no physician can any longer cure.
But this
is how it is with the dear Republicans, and even with this poor
imitation neo-con: try as they may, they cannot hide their basic
recruit mentality, not even when a caprice of fate wafts them into
places of power.
As a man, he is a fat bourgeois whose fears
about the coming world storm center about whether his nap with fishing
pole and cigar on the shores of the lake will be seriously disturbed.
Images of a world so near in time, yet already become like a legend from the past.
I
pressed the man’s hand. For what will soon be seven years, he has
suffered and hated as I do. I have no doubt that immeasurable suffering
is coming, and that it could not be avoided. But I also have no doubt
that the thing that has sustained me for six years, and maintained me
in the darkest hours of my life … the certainty that the great monster
has signed his own death warrant.
I hate you in every hour that
has gone by, I hate you so that I would happily give my life for your
death, and happily go to my own doom if only I could witness yours,
take you with me into the depths. When I let this hate free, I am
almost overcome by it, but I cannot change this and so not really know
how it could be otherwise. Let no one deprecate this, nor fool himself
about the power of such hatred. Hate drives to reality. Hate is the
father of action. The way of our defiled and desecrated house is
through the command to hate. Only so will we earn the right to search
in the darkness for the way of love.
Frankly, I do not believe
there is an ideology behind all this. I believe neither in Founts of
Youth nor little political plans; neither in dragon-killer eyes, nor in
cherubic cheeks; neither in the retouched blond braids of girls
demonstratively bouncing off their shoulders, nor the drums of the
imbecil youth. I believe neither in the New World Order, nor in this
whole Wotan and Americana gods business … And the Wotan they are
talking about probably came into the world in a Houston suburb as the
son of a fantasy-minded judo instructor, while his Edda will turn out
to be a high-school teacher from Kansas.
No, based on a
perspective gained by many years of watching them, I say that it all
comes down to colossal self-deception, behind which lurk all the
inclinations of fettered masses; greed and resentment, looseness, and
rut, and sexual libertinism, and a complete closing-off of the
individual, not just from God but from the gods. The mobs in the cities
during the decline of the Roman Empire showed the same drive to be
considered a “young people”, the same belligerent uproar, the same
challenging of other nations; then too, whatever demands were made, the
rest of the nation must accede, because that is how it is.
In
actual fact, what we have here are irremediably sick and futureless
mass-men, whose ideal of amorphousness, whose ethos is a formlessness,
and who hate nothing so much as discipline, form, definition. It may
very well be that the responsibility for all of this is largely to be
attributed to the businessmen and industrialists, great and small, who
give impetus to the process by which this largely uprooted people
huddled together to make mass-men any heap.
In any case, America
has been sinking deeper and deeper into unreality ever since …. It is
now completely drugged on its own lies. The cure will be more awful
than anything seen before in history.
One must hate this country
now, truly and bitterly, in order once again, if only for the sake of
its glorious past, to be able later to enfold it in all of one’s love –
like a parent with his unfortunate and misguided child.
The virulence of a dwarf.
No
sparkling squadrons of cavalry gallop forth today. To a large extent,
battles are now matters of movements back and forth of standardized
machines. It may well be that this complete mechanization of war has a
great deal to do with the complete idiocy on those who look on at it.
But
what good does it do? Business pulls the strings. The instrument of
power is terror, and the businessmen hold tight to it. They control
every means of influencing public opinion, and have stupefied the great
unproductive mass – salaried people, office workers, most of the lower
ranking government employees – to the point of idiocy. The rest is a
mixture of business people and nobility come down in the world, melted
into a middle class lump with the newly created officers and quick
turnover fellows. These people are materialistic, live from day to day,
and haven’t the slightest conception of the grim little game that has
been begun here.
Yes, and this is truly effrontery enough to
take the breath away, they are now demanding that a man forget
everything he has learned in the course of travel and conversation
abroad, and adopt comments about other countries of the Homeland
Security – an agency of salesmen turned diplomats, informed by teachers
turned foreign correspondents. To resolve my differences with God, I am
supposed to adopt a thoroughly base and godless contention that right
is what is useful for Republicans! I, who believe I know something
about the laws of history and geopolitics, am expected to lower myself
to the level of the canaille as scum of this nation, and believe in the
permanence of a regime whose Magna Carta was a broken treaty and whose
foundations are largely lies.
In their immense vanity, Satan’s
own have overreached themselves, and now they are in the net, and they
will never free themselves again. That is the fact, and this it is that
rejoices my heart. I hate you. I hate you waking and sleeping; I hate
you for undoing men’s souls, and for spoiling their lives; I hate you
as the sworn enemy of the laughter of men.
And so we continue to
vegetate in our life of shame, our life of dishonor, our life of lies.
And our protest, at least the protest of our cowardly bourgeoisie, is
the retelling of old jokes about the regime, while their remaining days
are spent swallowing propaganda.
A query brought the information
that these bovine figures with their lymphatic faces were from Phoenix.
I would dare not to say whether what is involved here is opposition,
self-derision protest, or merely more of the cow-likeness into which
the Neo-Cons have turned American women. Probably it is just one more
example of the general state of idiocy here.
At best, these
things mirror the cowardice, and the lethargy which the Neo-Cons have
set in motion here with their complete castration of the American
people.
Ah, gigantic psychosis, drunkenness on a mass scale
beyond measuring, which will be followed by the most horrible
morning-after the world has ever known! Here, here is the product of
your television manipulation – stupefied mass-man, and the conversion
of human societies into heaps of termites!
But why should George
Bush worry, as, we are told, in his shelter being dug constantly deeper
into the earth, and at night – restless, painful nights of the mass
murderer and sentimental gangster – spends his time watching movies?
Why should that lout named Limbaugh worry, either, with that clean-cut
expression of his, which is the epitome of this whole sickening,
mechanical, little-boy-at-heart generation? I must admit something
about Limbaugh: after Chaney, who combines the conscience and sense of
honor of a butcher’s hound with stupidity so devastating it is not an
excuse but a crime, and just after these new-American pseudo-Girondists
and ersatz aristocrats of the type of Lay et al, his is the most
sickening face I know among the Neo-Cons second string – and he
imagines himself to be the reincarnation of Leonardo da Vinci.
But as to the generals; as soon as America is liberated from this
startling heresy, they should be killed, along with the business people
who launched this war, and their journalist bards, who ought to be
hanged twenty feet higher than the rest. And let the ones who are
spared be condemned to spending the rest of their lives selling matches
and wastepaper, living caricatures to remind us of how and by whom
power was once stolen to bring endless sorrow down on our heads.
Now,
what I have in mind is something that surrounds us like a frightful
presage of things to come, that fills the summer air and gives a
ghostly cast to the light of the sun, so that it is as though we live
day and night in the glare of a huge funeral torch. It is the certainty
of approaching catastrophe that fills all our minds, horror and the
horror of death that surround us. What is to become of a thoroughly
coarsened people who instill in their youths the idea that political
burglary and the murder of whole peoples are entirely legitimate
life-aims, and whose military leaders did not for a single moment
hesitate to back everything that was done, as long as it was going well?
Interminable
waits in the ante-rooms of functionaries, having to listen to the
giggles of well-tended females in all the surrounding offices –
repellent types, whose distinguishing features are the permanent
hair-do falling over the shoulder, the never-ending consumption of
questionable ice cream, and still more questionable biscuits, and the
tyrannizing of the public.
And through it all this herd of
troglodytes goes on, brainless and animal, morning and evening charging
into the restaurants after ration-free food like the apes at the zoo
after they have been kept waiting for the noon feeding. They gulp down
their beer, believe every bit of propaganda larded out to them, and are
basically responsible for the fact that years could pass being ruled by
a maniac. Is it not the absolute height of tragedy, simply
inconceivable shame, that just those Germans who are left of the best
of them, who have been prisoners of this herd of evil-tempered apes,
should wish and pray for the defeat of their own country?
". . Those who seek to conquer the world and shape it as they see fit never succeed. The world is a sacred vessel and cannot be improved. Whoever tries to alter it spoils it; whoever tries to direct it, misleads it. So, some things advance, others lag; some proceed in silence, others make sound; some are strong, others weak; some are forward, others retiring. Therefore the truly wise avoid extremes, extravagance, and foolish pride. Frank J. MacHovec's translation of sutra number 29 in The Book of Tao, (1962); Tao Te Ching by Lao-tzu (abt.551-479 BCE)."
We are currently practicing "psychic numbing and displacement activity" states Dr. Helen Caldicott during
her presentation to the Perdana Peace Forum, Kuala Lumpur, December
2005. Why would she say this to an audience who are gathered together
with the mutual concerns about The Dangers of a Nuclear Holocaust.
According to the New England Journal of Medicine, Dr. Caldicott reports:
".
. (1) One bomb dropping on a city would come in at 20 times the speed
of sound so it would not be heard; (2) Explode with four times the heat
inside the center of the sun; (3) Dig a hole three quarters of a mile
wide and 800 feet deep; (4) Turning everything into radioactive fallout
in the mushroom cloud; (5) Twenty miles from the epicenter everyone
grotesquely burnt; (6) Winds of 500 miles an hour turn people into
missiles traveling at 100 miles an hour; (7) A firestorm would then
break out of three thousand square miles and everything would
spontaneously ignite and as the fire storms coalesce across the United
States, Canada, Europe, Australia, China, huge amounts of radio active
smoke would be launched into the stratosphere and troposphere covering
the Earth with a cloud so thick it would block out the sun for the
period of a year causing a short ice age nuclear winter and the end of
most life on earth."
Unfortunately, the United Nations is
supposedly the protector against such an atrocity occurring, but we
know this is not a legitimate safety net because John Bolton, who
was not chosen by the people of conscience but rather was chosen
because of his unconscionable acts of bullying and was chosen by those
of like mind, who placed him in a power position to bully the world.
Why would we trust the warmongering bullies, who have proven that they
are not trustworthy, to sanction those who simply do not want to be
bullied, tortured, murdered, deprived of their birthrights or driven to
destitution?
Dr. Caldicott continues with her lecture, and it is riveting. It is not a lecture for those who do not want to be awakened to the reality that the world is not flat. I do not recommend listening to this talk (the link is found in the above paragraph "psychic numbing and displacement activity"), unless a commitment to become conservationists has been made and practicing Peace on Earth for ALL Spirits is the priority. Listening to her speak about only 20 years maximum and 10 years possible before we completely annihilate ourselves with the true WMD ~ Thermonuclear Weapons ~ is depressing at best and horrifying for certain!
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Rense has a fascinating post by General Leonid Ivashov, who was, among other things, the Chief of Staff of the Russian armed forces. It casts a much different light on the so-called War on Terror, and easily explains a number of things that could not possibly happen, according to the official view, but did.
He says that INTERNATIONAL TERRORISM DOES NOT EXIST!
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First week of December 2005:
Once again, George W. Bush took time to speak of the war. And, again, he simply capitalized on his "political capital" by grandstanding a photo-op and his standard one liner political jaw bone bull shit.
The greatest men in history were high-minded and LITERATE. Their speeches are known to have stirred in our human spirit its greatness; and, therefore awakening in those of our species who can hear, an evolving consciousness that births higher states of altruism.
For example, at the end of the first year of war, in Athens, Greece, a custom was held to honor all the dead who were killed in the war. The Athenians held as their custom, an elaborate funeral for their soldiers.
The year before he died in the horrifying plague that decimated Athens, Pericles delivered a Funeral Oration over the brave dead Athenians. Granted, he was a brilliant and charismatic politician and a general and therefore, it is to be expected that one so experienced in honor could obviously speak intelligently, compassionately and honestly, to those who gave the greatest sacrifice in battle, their lives, to the freedom of Greece.
It seems, Pericles understood the true meaning of "noble cause" and "sacrifice." But, then, he didn't just dress up and pretend at being a statesman, he was one.
"The Funeral Oration is the classic statement of Athenian ideology, containing practically in full the patriotic sentiment felt by most Athenians."
"Such was the end of these men; they were worthy of Athens, and the living need not desire to have a more heroic spirit, although they may pray for a less fatal issue. The value of such a spirit is not to be expressed in words. Any one can discourse to you for ever about the advantages of a brave defense, which you know already. But instead of listening to him I would have you day by day fix your eyes upon the greatness of Athens, until you become filled with the love of her; and when you are impressed by the spectacle of her glory, reflect that this empire has been acquired by men who knew their duty and had the courage to do it, who in the hour of conflict had the fear of dishonor always present to them, and who, if ever they failed in an enterprise, would not allow their virtues to be lost to their country, but freely gave their lives to her as the fairest offering which they could present at her feast. The sacrifice which they collectively made was individually repaid to them; for they received again each one for himself a praise which grows not old, and the noblest of all tombs, I speak not of that in which their remains are laid, but of that in which their glory survives, and is proclaimed always and on every fitting occasion both in word and deed. For the whole earth is the tomb of famous men; not only are they commemorated by columns and inscriptions in their own country, but in foreign lands there dwells also an unwritten memorial of them, graven not on stone but in the hearts of men. Make them your examples, and, esteeming courage to be freedom and freedom to be happiness, do not weigh too nicely the perils of war. The unfortunate who has no hope of a change for the better has less reason to throw away his life than the prosperous who, if he survive, is always liable to a change for the worse, and to whom any accidental fall makes the most serious difference. To a man of spirit, cowardice and disaster coming together are far more bitter than death striking him unperceived at a time when he is full of courage and animated by the general hope."
On July 30, 762, the city of Baghdad was built on the west bank of the Tigris and it is thought that Baghdad is to have replaced Ctesiphon, the capital of the Persian Empire.
A circular wall was built around Baghdad and it became known as the "Round City." Some believe the city's name means "God-given" derived from "bagh" (God) and "dad" (given). However, others believe it means "sheep enclosure," from an Aramaic phrase.
The destruction of this incredible city is an abomination and the only way it could occur would be by those who ". . have (has) been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice."
". . This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once."
War - the Iraqi peoples have the same right to defend their country as we do, here in America, and they have been around much longer than we have. They, too, wish to ". . day by day fix your eyes upon the greatness of Athens (Iraq, America, Earth), until you become filled with the love of her; and when you are impressed by the spectacle of her glory, reflect that this empire has been acquired by men who knew their duty and had the courage to do it."
The United States of America has no business in Iraq. The disingenuous people who call themselves ‘statesmen' need to go back and study history.
Until I see (even if its only one of), these people in our government get up and deliver a speech such as Pericles, I am refusing to honor them as statesmen. Democratic, Republican, et al.
GWB is the worst politician in ancient, past, present - certainly it will be - future, history, especially when the leader of the greatest country on Earth is compared to the leaders of the greatest civilizations on Earth.
How? Simply compare him and his honor to Pericles's! Murtha's courage is the closest it has come for our own politicians to behave, as great statesmen.
Unless we get the hell out of Iraq, immediately, we are a nation of murderers and destroyers of great civilizations. And, clearly NOT because we are great, but just because we have the weaponry to annihilate the entire planet.
Iraq - it is not for us to colonize so we can continue to consume more and more petroleum and kill all that is necessary for us to survive as a "white supremacy".
Boycott the shopping of all but absolute necessities until the war is ended. The money is why we are killing.
When is enough, enough?
Posted by: Roberta Kelly | Tuesday, December 06, 2005 at 06:57 AM
Benjamin Franklin said:
"After much occasion to consider the folly and mischiefs of a state of warfare, and the little or no advantage obtained even by those nations who have conducted it with most success, I have been apt to think that there has never been, nor will ever be, any such thing as a good war, or a bad peace."
That was two hundred years ago and more, and the only thing that has changed about war has been its efficiency. "Leaders" are no less inclined to pursue war as policy, but war is much more devastating than even Dr. Franklin could have imagined.
Marion Zimmer Bradley envisioned a human society where no weapon was permitted that did not bring its user within arms reach of its intended victim. It amuses me to imagine Donald Rumsfeld in a mano a mano swordfight with Ayman al-Zawahiri, a medical doctor. I suspect there would be far fewer warmongers if they were required to fight first.
My wife said the other day that life in the US today is like waking up in the middle of a science fiction film; it is the one where the robots have taken over everything.
Posted by: LarryO | Saturday, November 05, 2005 at 04:37 PM
When my first son, Ian, was born, I was so overwhelmed with love that I honestly couldn't even imagine such emotion could, or can be, inside of me, my self.
But there it was and it still is.
And, in spite of all the growing pains a parent experiences in raising a child, I can say that my son, Ian, is truly a great spirit whom I have had the honor as a mother and friend, to share life with.
When I held him in my arms, after he was delivered from my womb, and we connected in the "windows of the souls," our eyes, I knew him and he knew me. This was not our first, life or time, together, to understand how to grow conscious.
In the first moment of Ian and I meeting, as mother and infant son, I understood without a shadow of a doubt - war is unacceptable! That is, unless every man, woman and child has to defend themselves by warring back, against a predator.
War is not just wrong, it is a SIN.
I actually do not adhere to the religious definition of "sin." However, in the decision making of how to define war, I call it - omnipotently, sin.
Today, 11/03/05, there are 45 definitions in the Thesaurus on-line, for sin. The one I feel compelled to choose as the best is:
carnal sin, grave sin, mortal sin, unpardonable sin, unutterable sin.
This does not mean that the other 44 definitions are not good, indeed the reading of sin defined in the Thesaurus was riveting.
I don't know if it is a judgment for me to label war a sin. But that’s not the point.
GWB has chosen to wage war and more than one. Therefore, I can't help but wonder what it means, in the energy frequency of the universe, for his part in being a high profile in the human scheme of things.
I do know that I can't find one single reason to label war as anything other than a sin.
Therefore, I also choose to believe in prayer, for a moment or two, but no more, for now.
I just want to pay my respects to GWB and pray for him, that he does find his God who is a wicked, evil, greater sinner, than any imagination could ever hope to conjure up.
Upon GWB embracing his God, fully, he opens into that spontaneity of the nano-second, and George W. Bush then reaches one-hundred percent enlightenment, to his sins, for waging war.
That is how I felt and still feel, as a mother.
My sons are both of an age, that could have mandated their participation in war, should there have been a draft, as it was during the Vietnam Era.
I think Cindy Sheehan is behaving highly civilized and sophisticated, regarding the death of her son, Casey.
Posted by: Roberta | Thursday, November 03, 2005 at 04:55 PM