Sunday, January 21, 2007

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Wednesday, May 31, 2006



This is the final post at Green September.

Our new home is here.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Now tell us how you really feel


I guess I'm not the only one who thinks Bush supporters are mentally ill.

Behold a Pale Horse...


"This is only the beginning. The message has spread from Damascus to Tehran that the future belongs to freedom, and we will not rest until the promise of liberty reaches every people in every nation."

George W. Bush
May 27, 2006

Monday, May 29, 2006

Bitter Harvest


Do you realize that no Iraqi death squads have ever burst into American homes and murdered women and children?

Do you realize that not one Iraqi bomb has ever killed a civilian here in America?

Do you realize that not one American child has ever gone hungry because of Iraq?

Do you realize that no Iraqi tanks or APC's have ever traveled on an American street?

Tell me again how our troops are defending our freedom.

Do you realize that the only reason the military of the United States is so massive is to give it the ability to occupy foreign countries? You think not? Tell me, considering our incredible technology, we couldn't defend our borders against invasion without the Army and Marines and with less than half of the Air Force or Navy. Or for that matter, the nuclear deterrent should suffice against invasion. Just ask Israel.

The massive manpower is for one reason only:

Occupation. Control.

Only occupation does not work and no people who want to determine their own destinies can be controlled by force of arms.

A lesson of history that seems to have to taught again and again.

Don't believe me? Ask an expert on war.

Do you realize that to a large portion of the world's population America is the terrorist?

Do you realize that a man who thinks God speaks to him directly and tells him which countries to invade, is controlling the fate of the world?

Do you realize Peak Oil will, within our lifetimes, radically alter every aspect of our lives?

Do you realize that fact alone guarantees that revolution, peaceful or not, is coming?

Do realize that this is why all of the greedy pigs all over the world are hoarding their fortunes and breaking every rule they can to make more more more because they know that business as usual will be over soon?

Do you realize, America, that light is changing to shadow faster than you can say Haditha?

Do you realize that it's much too late to ask for forgiveness and understanding and that all is left is to reap what we have sown?

And oh, what a bitter harvest it will be.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Memorial Day


Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind. War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today.

-John F. Kennedy

I did something last night I seldom do.

I censored myself here on this blog. I had posted a follow up comment to the ever-persistent Sargeant Stehling. I let fly a lot of frustration. I let the comment stand for a while but I was troubled by it. I'm still really not sure why. I deleted it.

I have a policy concerning the things I write. I never write anything about anyone that I wouldn't say to that person face to face. I don't believe in hiding behind the page. That's why I eventually posted my real name and, as soon as I can get my digital camera back from my ex, I'm posting my picture here so you can put a face to the words. Not having to worry about my family being caught in the crossfire makes me more open as well.

I'm angry. I'm angry that we live in a society where questioning the military or not "supporting our troops" is akin to treason. I'm angry because I hear the old, "I'm against the war, but I support the troops."

What a bold moral stance that is. I hate murder but I support murderers.

When you get past all of the patriotism, politics, and myths surrounding war, you are simply left with frightened young men killing other frightened young men because someone they never met, who does not know their name, thinks it's a good idea.

You then, with malice of forethought, take a gun, or a plane or a bomb and go kill as many young men as you can.

And then you are celebrated for it.

Murder. State sanctioned, made palatable for the masses, cold-blooded murder.

And we are supposed to celebrate.

My favorite expression of brain disconnect is "You can only say those things because soldiers died for your freedom."

Yes, in the Revolutionary War. And that was started because very rich men didn't want to pay their taxes. Freedom for them meant freedom for business to prosper. The stuff about freedom and standing up to tyranny was for the masses doing the actual fighting.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we assisted the Russians in kicking the crap out of the Third Reich.

And I'm glad we stopped the Japanese war machine before it could do to more cities what it did to Nanking. But if you don't think that too was about money, you need to read more history. Saving lives was only a happy by-product of standing up to the Rising Sun.

I'm tired of the culture of war. The culture of murder.

I think violence has a place. Hell, I like competitive violence. When I was much younger, I boxed. And I will still watch a fight now and then. I've been in my share of actual fights. Lost some, won some. And it's always familiar: Anxious fear before, excitement and clarity during, exhausted exhilaration after. Sound like anything else you know? Well, without the fear.

Well, for some of us. Sorry Nemo :)

But violence is part of what we are. It's real. Primal. Channeled into competition where no one gets permanently injured or disfigured, it can a celebration of our old lizard brain part of our humanity.

But war is nothing to celebrate. Murder celebrated is mass insanity.

Happy Memorial Day.

Update: The story of the Haditha massacre is oozing out slowly:

Photographs taken by American military intelligence have provided crucial evidence that up to 24 Iraqis were massacred by marines in Haditha, an insurgent stronghold on the banks of the Euphrates. One portrays an Iraqi mother and young child, kneeling on the floor, as if in prayer. They have been shot dead at close range.
The killings are emerging as the worst known American atrocity of the Iraq war. At least seven women and three children were among those killed. Witness accounts obtained by The Sunday Times suggest the toll of children may be as high as six. “This one is ugly,” a US military official said.

How, even in your darkest rage, do close range.


Friday, May 26, 2006

It was Jessie Macbeth, on the grassy knoll, with a pipe wrench


That title is for all the fellow Clue fans out there.

It's been a fun week on the information frontier. I still have no idea whether or not Jessie Macbeth was a Ranger who served in Iraq.

But something very interesting has happened this week that has convinced me that there is more to this story than overzealous activists.

Fact: The video featuring Macbeth and his claims was posted on Information Clearing House on Sunday, May 21. I'm still working on where they got it, if it was through YouTube or what. It will be interesting to track down to say the least.

Fact: The investigation into the 2005 massacre at Haditha, has been underway for months.
This week it just happened to be noticed by the mainstream media and break very big. Hey, it was on Nightline last night. When something is on Nightline, rest assured it's been covered on the internet for months beforehand.

Fact: Steven A. Stehling shows up here on my blog claiming to be in the military not 24 hours after I post a link to ICH and Macbeth's video. He is shocked, shocked I say about how we lefty bloggers have been taken in by the traitorous Macbeth. "Sargeant Stehling" is later disproved as a fake. Now, I have no illusions about my place in the pecking order of the "blogosphere". Our readers are smart, loyal, and few. We are a nice little family and though our ideas and topics are often incendiary, I don't consider us much of a direct threat to the government. Bush and Rumsfeld don't go to bed at night worried about those kooks at Green September. Our ideas should scare the shit out of them though.
But all of a sudden, we've got our own military propaganda mouthpiece euipped with pretty good knowledge about munitions and what ribbon goes where on which uniform.

Now, the idea that Macbeth is some sort of dis-information plant by desperate military and political hacks is not without it's attraction. But the problem with that is if you're these guys, you know, Them. The ones behind the curtain. Assassinations, staged attacks, this, that, the other. If you're these guys, you release something like that and you wait. You wait for critical mass. You wait for lots of blogs to trumpet it. You wait tfor the MSM to get their slow and stupid paws on it. Then you reveal it to be a hoax. In military parlance you wait for your enemy to enter the killzone before you detonate your claymores. See "Sargeant Stehling", I know military things too.

So the logical conclusion, and the most troubling, is that this guy, Jessie Macbeth, may be the real thing.

May be the real thing.

In this little info-war that seems to have erupted, nothing and no one can be taken at strictly face value. Hell, I've been sleeping with one eye open because I'm no longer sure If I'm trustworthy. It's the eyes. I have shifty eyes.

All kidding aside, this is interesting, but until there can be something like proof either way, that's all it is. An interesting little aside in a big 'ol war of ideas.

Unfortunately while this war of ideas rages, the real one is still killing innocents for no reason.

First Fallujah now Haditha. These are just the crimes we know about. There just happened to be brave souls with cameras about. How many of these little excursions into non-judicial punishment have occured that we aren't seeing?

I could ask Jessie Macbeth.

If I could figure out just who the hell he is.

Update: Well, bless my soul. Someone has posted Jessie's DD214 (standard discharge papers) on the Internet. The right blogs are already all over it. Imagine, the typeface is different on different parts. Shocking!

I don't know if this is real or not. If it was posted by Macbeth, he's a fraud. Even I can see lots of problems with this document.

Let the feeding freny begin:

Way too loyal opposition

Hayden confirmed as CIA director.

I've highlighted the names I found of interest, including Harry Reid, the fucking Minority Leader, voting to confirm and Specter, a Republican voting no.
The Senate of the United States of America has voted to turn the Central Intelligence Agency over to a man who has been in charge of spying on Americans for years.

What could go wrong ?

Read it and weep.

Akaka (D-HI), Yea, Baucus (D-MT), Yea, Bayh (D-IN), Nay, Biden (D-DE), Yea, Bingaman (D-NM), Yea, Boxer (D-CA), Not Voting, Byrd (D-WV), Yea, Cantwell (D-WA), Nay, Carper (D-DE), Yea, Clinton (D-NY), Nay, Conrad (D-ND), Not Voting, Dayton (D-MN), Nay, Dodd (D-CT), Nay, Dole (R-NC), Not Voting, Dorgan (D-ND), Nay, Durbin (D-IL), Nay, Feingold (D-WI), Nay, Feinstein (D-CA), Yea, Harkin (D-IA), Nay, Inhofe (R-OK), Yea, Inouye (D-HI), Not Voting, Jeffords (I-VT), Yea, Johnson (D-SD), Yea, Kennedy (D-MA), Nay, Kerry (D-MA), Nay, Kohl (D-WI), Yea, Landrieu (D-LA), Yea, Lautenberg (D-NJ), Yea, Leahy (D-VT), Yea, Levin (D-MI), Yea, Lieberman (D-CT), Yea, Lincoln (D-AR), Yea, Menendez (D-NJ), Nay, Mikulski (D-MD), Yea, Murray (D-WA), Yea, Nelson (D-FL), Yea, Nelson (D-NE), Yea, Obama (D-IL), Nay, Pryor (D-AR), Yea, Reed (D-RI), Yea, Reid (D-NV), Yea, Rockefeller (D-WV), Not Voting, Salazar (D-CO), Not Voting, Sarbanes (D-MD), Yea, Schumer (D-NY), Yea, Specter (R-PA), Nay, Stabenow (D-MI), Yea, Thune (R-SD), Not Voting, Wyden (D-OR), Nay

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Who Am I ?


From Nemo in our comments section. I thought it needed amplifying:

....And it makes one inherently dangerous to those blustering, insanely egotistical power brokers. I have no money -- you cannot take it away; I have no public reputation -- you cannot smear me; I have no political ambitions -- you cannot thwart me; in fact, I have no identity -- you can never defeat me. For whom would you overcome if you even tried? "NO ONE!" I am just a voice of truth that cannot be silenced.-- a nameless, faceless enemy of the tyranny that oppresses us.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Jessie Macbeth


Jessie Macbeth, former Army Ranger and now Iraq Veteran Against War is speaking out about his experiences in Iraq.

I have no words.

UPDATE: Pepperspray Productions, the production company that filmed and distributed the interview, seems to be a legitimate non-profit ( virulently non-profit) grass roots, indymedia production company.

The headquarters of Iraq Veterans Against the War only operates on Tuesdays and Thursdays (???) so I'm calling them back tomorrow for a statement and to try and verify that Mr. Macbeth is a former member of the American military and that he is a current member of IVAW. If possible, though a long shot, I'm going to try and see if I can get contact information for him and speak to him myself.

I will be working to get a partial transcript or at least some relevant quotes posted for those not able to access the video. If anyone else wants to beat me to the punch on that one, feel free.

Update: Iraq Veterans Against the War's phone lines are jammed. I guess they are a tad busy today.


Still many questions. Still taking everything with a "grain of salt".

From both sides.

This from the blog Just Citizens ( Thanks ML

Today, the Army ran a check on Mr. MacBeth’s credentials. It turns out, not surprisingly to anybody with half a mind, that Mr. MacBeth has NO Army service record. Anywhere. Period. This is a direct quote given to me by Army spokesman John Boyce:

“Initial research by the U.S. Army Special Operations Command at Fort Bragg shows no Soldier with the name of Jesse Macbeth having ever been assigned to the Special Forces or the Army Rangers -- which are, in fact, two separate disciplines. This appears to be some sort of hoax. No Soldier by that name at Fort Lewis to our knowledge, in the past, either. Of course, the line about "go into the Army or go to jail" is vintage TV script not heard since the 1960s. There are also numerous wear and appearance issues with the Soldier's uniform -- a mix of foreign uniforms with the sleeves rolled up like a Marine and a badly floppy tan beret worn like a pastry chef. Of course, the allegations of war crimes are vague, as are the awards the Soldier allegedly received.”

Time will tell. This as high stakes as you can get. If, if Mr. Macbeth is telling the truth and his story can be verified, everyone involved in this little dance knows it's the equivalent of The Pentagon Papers and The Nuremberg Tribunals wrapped around a ticking nuclear weapon.

If he is not, then this disgusting hoax seriously damages the search for justice in Iraq.

And on one hand I will be very, very thankful that it was a lie, because whatever philosophical differences I may have with the U.S. military, and they are legion, they don't deserve this monsterous slander. It's enough that war crimes have and are being committed. Fuck, the entire war is a war crime. But this shit

and on the other... dear flaming Jesus help those folks at IVAW , Seattle Indymedia and Pepperspray productions because I don't like to be lied to....

But as I say. We shall see. I'm still a bit curious at the overnight PR blitz by the military and it's defenders.

UPDATE: Now it seems our Mr. Macbeth has a criminal record for assault and check fraud. Also he's not really....drum roll....ONE OF US!!!!

No, it seems he's one of them. A "raghead" to quote one of the astute observers at that site. Note: Anyone who uses the word "raghead" would be quite comfortable using words like "nigger" and "wetback". In other words, racist scum.

Still no magic discharge papers from Macbeth that would put an end to all of this. If he is in fact who he says he is. Because that's really the bottom line. Dig up whatever you want to about him, if, if he actually served in Iraq with the Rangers, that's all I need to know.

ML has been all over this, I wouldn't have been able to follow it so quickly without him. My thanks.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Intelligence and Cruelty


(Posted by Again on 5/22/06)

After having tried to answer on different places, I decided to go on top of Green September with this item. I guess it's worth discussion.

Some days ago, I claimed, that true intelligence can't be cruel. I claimed that to imagine suffering, you would try to avoid it because sooner or later it might be you who had to suffer. I really said:

"If you try to imagine how pain feels, I can't believe that common people can do it unto others..."

First, B couldn't believe that. Then JMF told me that his observations of daily life wouldn't bolster that: "I also find little to inversely correlate intelligence with cruelty." On the other side, Robert supported me with his words: "It's as if the floodgates of my emotions have been opened and flowing from me is not a tide of anger or bitter opposition, but hope. Compassion. Understanding. Great sadness at what I see." Robert talks about emotions, but emotions are part of our information processing system (a very important part). Robert tells you what the ancient people thought about "ratio", the ability to understand: the core of this ability is warmth. That's why the ancient philosophies are often so hard to understand for us, because they respected power as defender of justice, strength as defender of independence, and ratio as a basically "warm, heartful" ability to understand the "motherly" reality and the humans around us. But that's just an aside.

To B I replied, that the "great imagination" of the cruelest people she had known wasn't surely "great" enough to make them imagine that they themselves could be the victims of pain. They simply think they are too strong forever to need help against cruelty.

Yesterday I found a link, supporting my argument: the ads of Competitive Enterprise Institute (CEI) which are aimed at the American masses to convince them that Global Warming is not a danger, but something "useful".

We call it Life

(Interestingly, the link "Find out more about CEI's work on global warming." doesn't work)

Actually it is so brutally stupid, that for educated people those ads looks like "sailing close to the wind of brainwashing of people"

I guess there are many "intelligent" people working at CEI, with high IQ's and salaries, knowing exactly how to manipulate the stupid masses. But do you really think that those "high intelligent" people are intelligent enough to understand that Global Warming will not only kill the poor, the others far away, that Global Warming will reach each and every point and person on this (formerly beautiful, blue) Earth - even themselves?

Can you call suicide based on greed "intelligence"?

So the main question seems to be: What is intelligence? Do I employ an atypically specialized understanding of intelligence - or am I just more precise? And consequently, as the majority, am I only following Mark Twain's advice: "Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect"?

So first "enable the interface" of communication by precise definitions of terms: Intelligence is the whole system of information processing. The whole system of detecting, evaluating, storing and retrieving information - considering that, every cruelty bases on intelligence, that's perfectly right. But considering that, each plant is intelligent, each fly and fish, because they also do information processing using the knowledge stored in the engine of their cells and their DNA

And - just as an aside - on that level, brute force, war and violence are usual strategies of those "intelligences" - mothers eat their husbands and children eat their mothers (spider), tribes make slaves (ants). Because brute force is a very "easy and direct" way to get what you want. But force is just a "differential" way, a simple step-by-step forwarding of action without knowing the direction where it will lead to. You can change your situation for the special moment according to your wishes, but you can't foresee where all the energy of your used force will spread and how and when it will come back to you - you change the moment, but you don't know what will come back to you the day after: sowing the wind without considering the storm.

"Force is all-conquering, but its victories are short-lived." - Abraham Lincoln

The passive information processing system of those low-level intelligence uses a simply strategy to survive the lack of ability to foresee the consequences: masses. It creates masses of individuals, so that the lethal mistakes which inevitably results from low intelligence doesn't kill the whole species.

And it works fine. Because intelligence is, as everything in physics of conservation of energy and momentum, a question of "earn and burn": The gain/cost function of intelligence tells you, that you have to invest something to develop more intelligence and that this investment has to be awarded by better decisions, which can be easily experienced by the success of your decisions.


The next important term. Actually the real important term.

Because the first goal of any intelligence (information processing system) is success, not high intelligence. That's the reason why flies exist until today, despite the fact, that human intelligence is high enough to fly to the moon, while they only can fly to the next pile of shit.

Since success is not only a question of intelligence, but also of the environment, there really exist environments where passive information processing, faster and more specialized, works better than intelligence - where stupidity wins.

In stable environments, passive information processing systems are often more successful than active systems, because the former are faster, more specialized, while on the other hand in quickly changing environments, active information processing, more flexible, able to handle new situations, is more successful.

Actually, as B and JMF had observed, there are often situations when the slow but flexible active information processing, able to develop "high intelligence" on an individual level, is beaten by the fast passive information processing type "don't think, just act":

Don't Call Me Clever
"a limited intellect is usually beneficial; and creativity is often the last resort for losers."

So how can it be, that you, B and JMF, talk about very successful people, being cruel while behaving according to sophisticated plans?

Even that's not what I call "true intelligence". True intelligence is the highest developed ability to process enough information to foresee not just the next step, not just the next day or week or year:

Apes can plan ahead

I talk about the last progress of development: only to be found in humans - the ability to foresee the next decades.

And the next link to support the difference between those degrees of high intelligence:

Altruistic Helping in Human Infants and Young Chimpanzees
"Human beings routinely help others to achieve their goals, even when the helper receives no immediate benefit and the person helped is a stranger. Such altruistic behaviors (toward non-kin) are extremely rare evolutionarily."

But to be honest - not even the modern theories of Evolutionary Anthropology could convince me, many years ago, that the "self-evidence" of the almighty power of the law of the strongest (we all believe so uncritically in) is just...

a cultural lie.


Because the first cultures of humankind were egalitarian. Not primitive, but egalitarian and able to develop Stonehenge and most of the inventions, we so often think to be invented in the last centuries. And because egalitarian cultures support free communication, they support science.

Science supports change, creates environments needing more and more intelligence, soon needing more intelligence than the average IQ 100 offers. Therefore the reaction of humankind was to regress. Everytime civilization starts to conquer the stars, dark ages follow.

Because progress means change, most people try to avoid it - preferring the stability of dark ages to the unsecure flexibility of freedom of thoughts.

Problem is, that won't work one more time - humankind has reached a point where it changed the whole Earth, not just the environment of a city as in former times. Humankind changed everything on our wonderful blue planet in a speed never imagined before.

As in the birthtime of humankind, climate will change so rapidly, that only "the weapon of the losers" is able to protect a species.

As it has done 5 million years ago, when the smallest, weakest hominid species had survived - the one using tools and developing a social consciousness to protect the group: Together we succeed where one alone must fail.

Just a last word to my claim, that common people can't stand the suffering of other humans - which seems to be, as B rightly stated, pure nonsense when you consider the cruelty of the Nazi-Regime...

But there is this little condition I talked about: Those people were allowed to look away. They could escape the suffering.

As the American people did with the suffering of the Vietnamese.

Until they had to look at the picture of a crying little girl.

Then they stopped the war.

Saturday, May 20, 2006



For Ken O'Keefe. Brother, you were so right.

You never know where you will wind up when you begin an adventure. When you step out of all that you know and begin anew.

No long ago, I posted Razor here at Green September. I wrote about how I was simplifying my life in voluntary and involuntary ways. I sensed a change in myself and wanted to share my thoughts with the readers here. I had assumed that time and circumstances were conspiring to make me a harder person. Angrier. Focused. Sharp like a razor.

I am surprised to find this is not true. It's as if the floodgates of my emotions have been opened and flowing from me is not a tide of anger or bitter opposition, but hope. Compassion. Understanding. Great sadness at what I see.

Is this the razor?

I've always held in contempt the "give peace a chance" sort of liberals who refuse to fight their enemies. And it's been my experience that turning the other cheek will simply get you struck yet again.

But the slowly dawning idea is: So?

What if you are struck again? What if you are lied to, beaten, imprisoned and killed?

Will returning that evil make it all better? Or will an example of unfearing dedication to principles of peace and cooperation even unto shame, seeming defeat, and death teach a more powerful lesson to those that hate you so deeply.

I'm not talking about not standing up and defending those that cannot defend themselves. I'm not talking about mindless pacifism. Harm the weak or the innocent within the reach of my arm and the lesson will be swift, painful, and permanent.

But to return attacks upon my own self for speaking my conscience with attacks on those who simply don't know any better or more importantly don't care, seems a waste of life's hard-won lessons.

For whatever reason, I was given a great opportunity or made the opportunity myself, however you wish to look at it, when I un-programmed myself from the lifetime of lies and saw the world in it's true and savage reality.

I have learned the lesson. As have many of you. Perhaps it's time to teach the lesson to others with truth and hope and not with hands raised for fighting.

These are, of course, not new or revolutionary ideas. Great leaders of the past have used the principles of non-violence to accomplish what couldn't have been done in decades of armed conflict. Their names are rightfully whispered with awe. I live in the heart of where one of the greatest non-violent struggles in history happened. I've stood in the place where MLK was martyred. I've walked the streets and spoken to those wistful souls who marched beside him. You know when they are thinking of him. Their eyes go far away in a life-affirming thousand yard stare. The opposite of the bitter glint in the eyes of those that have killed their fellows on the fields of battle.

The truth of it is this. This fight against the insane nationalism and the unleashed war machines of America cannot be accomplished by the way of the gun. Just as the struggle in Palestine will not be won by bombs and children with stones in their hands and hatred in their eyes. Just as I have to learn to let go of my own stubborn pride and my need for "payback" whatever the hell that is, so too do the members of the anti-war movement here and the soldiers in the struggles abroad have to learn to let go of the anger and stand armed only with the knowledge that this is the only way to bring peace, even unto death.

Imagine if you will, with perseverance and time, we raise an army to march on Washington. Our guns and our bombs meet their much more powerful guns and bombs in an orgy of blood that the entire world sees. Blaze of glory and all that. Right there we justify all that they think about us. We only have hatred. We are literally no different than they are, with their hatred and willingness to kill for what they believe.


We, thousands march on Washington. No weapons. No violence in our minds and hearts. We occupy buildings, streets, parks and refuse to leave until America withdraws it's troops from Iraq. We are arrested, gassed, beaten and put in large cages. The city, if there are enough of us, is shut down. The courts overwhelmed with thousands of cases of disorderly conduct, if in fact they give us trials. We are in jail.

But the whole world is watching.

More people show up. More buildings and streets occupied. Some of the jailed are released and go right the hell back out to lie down in the intersections, for this is what we have sworn ourselves to until they jail us permanently, kill us, or we win. Imagine tens of thousands of political prisoners. Their families and peace organizations from here in America and all over the world clamoring, tying up switchboards. Imagine students and activists from all across the globe converging on Washington for what has become the largest peaceful resistance in history.

And the whole world is watching.

Imagine a thousand campfires on the Washington mall. Imagine the capital of the United States under peaceful siege until our demands are met. Imagine the panic of the Bush administration when they realize that this won't go away.

These are big dreams. Big plans. But they begin right there in the human heart.

To do this simply requires will. The will to walk away from your life until the struggle is won. Jobs, careers, education would all have to be put on hold for perhaps months. You would have to be willing to be marked with a criminal record for life for repeated acts of civil disobedience.

Are you willing? All across the Internet I keep hearing "We must do something, these atrocities cannot continue."

Here is the way of peace. Here is a way to fight the powerful in front of the whole world. If you have the courage. It's time to put up or shut up.

This is the Second American Revolution, if only we have the guts to fight it with our hands not raised in anger, but lowered in peace.

I'm posting this in various places around the web. I'm a man with limited means with a blog. All I have is my willingness to go, to leave behind what little I have for a chance to change the future. Cindy Sheehan, Michael Moore, George Clooney, George Soros, Code Pink, Amnesty International and anyone else with the means to make this happen, get me a small amount of funding and I'll get you an army.

Robert Keef
May 20, 2006


In law, acts or words tending to upset the authority of a government. The scope of the offense was broad in early common law, which even permitted prosecution for a remark insulting to the king. Although there have been several statutes in the United States forbidding seditious utterances and writings, the protection guaranteed to speech and press by the First Amendment to the Constitution has made them difficult to enforce except during periods of great national stress. The Sedition Act of 1798 generated so much opposition (see Alien and Sedition Acts) that similar statutes were not enacted until the 20th cent. During World War I the Espionage Act (1917) and the Sedition Act (1918) punished speeches and writings that interfered with the war effort or caused contempt for the government. Vaguely worded and broadly interpreted, they resulted in over 2,000 prosecutions, mostly against radicals and the radical press. The Smith Act of 1940, restricted in scope to the advocacy of violence against the government, was invoked only infrequently during World War II, though it was later used successfully to prosecute Communist party leaders, as in Dennis v. United States (1951). The libel decision of Sullivan v. New York Times (1964), by granting special protection to criticism of public officials, largely eliminated what remained of the crime of sedition in the United States.


In law, treason is the crime of disloyalty to one's nation or state. A person who betrays the nation of their citizenship and/or reneges on an oath of loyalty and in some way willfully cooperates with an enemy, is considered to be a traitor. Oran's Dictionary of the Law (1983) defines treason as: "...[a]...citizen's actions to help a foreign government overthrow, make war against, or seriously injure the [parent nation]." In many nations, it is also often considered treason to attempt or conspire to overthrow the government, even if no foreign country is aided or involved by such an endeavour.

When the government no longer obeys the law. When innocent bystanders are imprisoned and tortured. When international treaties are ignored. When citizens are spied upon, harassed, and imprisoned for simply disagreeing with these crimes. When an entire nation refuses to see the cowardly immorality of it's fear and ignorance-driven policies, people of conscience have no choice but to defy the outlaw regime. When those in authority consider themselves above the law, there is no law.

The criminal Bush administration must be removed.

If this is treason, if this is sedition, so be it.

Non-cooperation with evil is a sacred duty.

-Mohandas K. Ghandi

Friday, May 19, 2006

Do you make any overseas calls?


Well, I had an incredibly Orwellian moment today.

BellSouth, with whom I have kept my phone service because Qwest doesn't cover my area, called me up.

They just wanted to do a check of the services I had signed up for. I've had my account for less than a month and have yet to receive my first bill, so I figured this was all just SOP.

Yes, I have a phone, yes I have DSL through BellSouth because the fine people at Comcast want to charge twice what BellSouth charges for Internet service, and yes I'm happy with the DSL Extreme even though I didn't order it but I'm now spoiled by being able to download tons of lesbian porn in the blink of an eye, so I must have it. Damn you BellSouth.

Then Debbie, who had a suspiciously heavy Indian accent for a "Debbie", asked oh so innocently, "Do you make overseas calls?"

"What the hell..." I thought to myself. Then a very cold feeling slid into my chest and sat there stealing the sunny May warmth from the room.

Debbie probably didn't know if I made overseas calls.

But Debbie's bosses knew. The NSA knew. General Michael Hayden, who reminds me of Toht, the sadistic Nazi from Raiders of the Lost Ark, knows if I make overseas calls.

Now I don't for one minute think that these folks know who the hell I am. Just a number among millions. But if I ever start making phone calls to acquaintances in Europe or the Middle East.....

I felt paranoid enough exchanging E-mails with a couple of students and faculty members at Beir Zeit University a while back. Oh yes, I've got a file somewhere. I'm sure of that.

But Debbie was waiting and the cold was spreading through me.

I have no doubt I would have received the same rote disclaimer that everyone else is receiving from the phone companies. "We at Dumbassicom respect your privacy and are safeguarding it while cooperating with the government's efforts to maintain security blah blah blah blabbidy fucking blah."

"No Debbie, I don't make overseas calls." I said.

"OK, thank you very much, and thank you for choosing BellSouth."

Don't mention it Debbie. The terror was all mine.

UPDATE: While running spell check before posting, everytime the checker ran across the word "BellSouth" it wanted to substitute "bullshit". It really just doesn't get any better than that.

The First Duty


The first duty of prisoners of war is to resist their captors.

It is the "War Against Terror". It follows that the prisoners taken in the conflict are POW's. It doesn't matter what sort of legal dodge you want to try such as holding your POW's away from American soil, or simply keeping them secret, both of which the cowardly and dishonorable Bush administration has done so as to have the appearance of legality.

War Against Terror.

Prisoners of war.

SAN JUAN, Puerto Rico - Prisoners wielding improvised weapons attacked military guards trying to save a detainee pretending to commit suicide at the U.S. prison in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, the base commander said Friday. Six prisoners were injured. U.S. guards were lured Thursday evening into a dorm-like room at a minimum-security wing of the detention center by a detainee pretending to prepare to hang himself, said Navy Rear Adm. Harry B. Harris Jr.

I hope they continue to resist. I hope they continue to make life as miserable as they possibly can for the cowards holding them.



Why are those damned Iraqis so ungrateful? Don't they know we're doing this for them?

Move Along


Move Along

The All-American Rejects

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along

So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)

When everything is wrong, we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along

When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through

(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along

Thursday, May 18, 2006



B writes :

Robert, I guess I was the only one to read between the lines and frankly, I'm worried about you.

and yes, that's the reason, why i say, that truly intelligent people can't be cruel - simply because intelligence needs imagination (simulation of different scenarios) and is able to understand how dangerous life can be...

I have to disagree with you. For once I think you're very wrong. Some of the most intelligent people I know are also some of the cruelest and yes, they have great imaginations which makes their cruelty even more deadly.

if you try to imagine how pain feels, i can't believe that common people can do it unto others...

What????? I've been rendered speechless at this point.

As to the rest, I don't give a flying fuck what happens in the US, who was warned, who's listening, any of it. I feel sorry for those of you who have no choice but to live there. I'm staying as far away from politics as I can because they're bullshit and nothing read can be believed, regardless of the source. That's my mindset these days. I may piss some of you off, but tough titty, ya know? I've had it.

With that, I take my leave and not of my senses which are just fine, thank you.

I'm fine B. I know that the tone and themes of that post can be taken many ways. Frankly that was one of the emotionally difficult things I've ever written, and I get your concern. I'm just using my own pain to try and get into the heads of people who have no hope and whose pain is more than I can ever understand. Dear God, I hope so anyway.

We lost Human because he didn't like the anti-Christian, anti-religious tone and couldn't stomach the idea of violence. I still miss him.

B, your path is your own and frankly a part of me wishes I could walk away too. Arguing politics is often a fools game, and I can be the biggest fool of all. I like to pretend I might have a noble reason for writing what I do but there are really only two reasons. There's an old 80's song with the line "you live for the fight when it's all that you've got." In a lot of ways my tilting at windmills is all that I have. That and the second reason for what I do. My dear Marcus. The transformation I made from right-wing nationalist to whatever I am now was sparked by the pictures of gunned down Palestinian children. Now instead of just shooting them, the "Chosen People" with our help, are starving them as well. I've since studied Bosnia, Rwanda, and learned far more about Nazi atrocities than are healthy for my psyche. And those are to name a few.

And the weak and helpless are always the victims. Always the children.

Not my son. Not while I have breath.

Either America will crumble under the weight of her own violent self-righteousness, or the combined powers of new alliances will wage war far beyond what anyone has known before. But the status quo cannot be maintained.

Or there is the unprecedented third option.

I think about what would have happened if, as an eighteen-year-old, I had access to the Internet. What if some guy with a blog had pointed out, in a way that I could understand and care about, the truth of the world around me. The lies of patriotism and war. The oppression I was party to by not taking a stand. The true history of the American Republic.

What if?

Could one person, his or her eyes opened, or a handful of people from around the world, told the truth for the first time, make a difference? If my mind can change, any mind can change. And that is not just a hollow aphorism, it's true.

There are many voices on the right and left going silent on the net.

Soon it will only be the ones who just can't let it go. The dangerous true believers on both sides. Am I fooling myself, that one person's ideas can make that great an impact?

Lech Walesa. Rosa Parks. Nelson Mandella.

People of great action, whose deeds I can never aspire to. It seems my weapon is to be words.

Thomas Paine, the rebel for the cause. Sequoya, who translated the words of my ancestors. John Lennon who's Imagine still inspires hope. Martin Luther whose words shook heaven and earth.

Maybe the fight was all they had.

In my small living room hangs a poster of one of the greatest moments ever captured on film. The nameless, faceless hero of Tiananmen Square. I look at it every day.

One man.

One human being.

One light in the dark.

B, your wisdom and experience can never be replaced. A great part of me goes with you. We have laughed and mourned together and we have seen the world aflame. I will miss you.

Go in peace, my dear sister.

The General's Pissed


I've seen Jesus' General meet some of the most outrageous right-wing propositions with his tongue firmly in cheek but this time he lets fly on the bastards.

With good reason

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

How Does It Feel To Die Alone In the Dark?


How does it feel to die alone in the dark?

Chained. Beaten. Starved then force-fed.

Thinking of your children, how old are they now?

Not even a picture of them to ease your passing,

How does it feel to die alone in the dark?

How does it feel to be surrounded in your last days and muffled hours

by people who hate you because they're told to and for no reason other.

Do you hallucinate? Your mother's kind face as she cleanses your wounds,

your father's strong hands hold you as he tells you it's going to be ok. You try to be strong

and not weep in front of your father. He smiles as his tears mingle with yours.

My sweet wife, I did nothing wrong. I hope someday you can mourn at my grave.

Will my family know when I have gone?

How does it feel to die alone in the dark?

Will there ever be justice for me? Or will I simply disappear?

Will my memory fade away as my life fades from me now?

Taken, my precious life, the one gift that can never be given back to me.

Taken by the good and the righteous, to defend something I never threatened.

And as I feel the life falling from me, I see my children, their hands outstretched.....

I smile through the tears, oh my babies, I've missed you so....

I see my family there, and beyond as light fills the room ......

How does it feel to die alone in the dark?

Oh yes! God forbid someone be upset!


I took the entire write-up from IMDB

The don't seem to allow permalinks in the news section, so thanks IMBD.

Poster for Movie About Guantánamo Prison Banned

Although the image pales in comparison with those published in the press and shown on TV of Americans torturing prisoners at the Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq, a poster for a semi-documentary film about the Guantánamo prison in Cuba has been rejected by the Motion Picture Assn. of America. The poster, for the award-winning The Road to Guantánamo, showed a man hanging by his wrists with a burlap sack over his head. In an interview with today's (Wednesday) Washington Post, Howard Cohen, co-president of distributor Roadside Attractions, said he was told that a poster depicting torture was not appropriate for children to see. Gayle Osterberg, a spokesperson for the MPAA, further explained: "If it's a poster that's hanging in a theater, anyone who walks into that theater, regardless of what movie they've come to see, will be exposed to it." However, Cohen observed that some posters for horror movies were far more disturbing. "This is a film with a serious purpose, and this is the subject of the film itself, and the marketing materials were appropriate to the subject," he told the Post.The film is now due to open on June 23 with a poster showing only shackled hands and arms.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006



Now that we're at least getting some new people to come around and insult us here at Green September, I thought I might take some time to at least tell new folks what I mean when I talk about things like "truth" and "justice". My friends here have their own opinions and I'm sure they wouldn't mind sharing their ideas. Mine are often derided as being out of touch and utopian. But two things keep me going:

If you're gonna dream, dream big.

Better to light a candle than simply curse the dark.

1. The first order of business should be the immediate withdrawl of every member of the American armed forces in the Middle East, the closure of every base and the removal of every piece of equipment, and the immediate withdrawl of every naval vessel from the Persian Gulf.
Now of course this would place precious oil fields out of our influence or control. This is as it should be. Within hours of our withdrawl, the Saudi royal family would be forced to flee into exile. We would deal fairly with who ever winds up in charge of the region, including whatever government is evntually in charge of Iraq, which would no doubt be the Iranian government.
But the oil revenue would go to the people it belongs to. The people of the Middle East. Whether or not the oil revenue would be distributed fairly or not, is none of our damned business. Let the people who own the oil decide that. If America can't mind it's own business, well, how does twenty dollar a gallon gas grab you?
2. Cut off foreign aid to the country of Israel until such time as they pull back to pre-1967 borders, recognize a sovereign Palestinian state governed by the Palestinian Authority, and pay substantial reparations for the 50 years of occupation of Palestine. I believe that without the unconditional support of the United States, Israel would be much more coopertive in negotiations with her neighbors. If not, payback's a bitch.
3. The impeachment and removal from office of President George W. Bush and Vice-President Dick Cheney for crimes too numerous to mention. Followed by the arrest of Bush, Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld, Condalisa Rice, Paul Wolfowitz, Douglas Feith, and Colin Powell . They will be transferred to the International Crimnal Court and tried for crimes against humanity, violation of the charter of the United Nations, and violation of Articles of the Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court.
And don't try telling me Americans aren't under the jurisdiction of the court. Since the invasion of Iraq on March 20, 2003, the United States has been a rogue nation and in direct violation of international law.
4. An independant, international investigation into the events of September 11, 2001.
5. The closure of every American military base not in the continental United States.
6 The immediate cessation of intelligence operations in the country of Venezuela. Without American interference, let's see what a socialist state can accomplish. We might learn a powerful lesson.

These are just a few of the things I would consider justice. They are an incredible challenge. They could take decades or even generations to accomplish. Or, if there was an unprecedented awakening of the American conscience, it could be accomplished much more quickly. Great chaos brings great opportunity, and believe me when I tell you, on our current path great chaos is guaranteed. It's already here in large portions of the world, and only our weapons and our willingness to commit salughter on an unrivaled scale have maintained the status quo this long.

Nothing last forever, and all empires eventually collapse.


I swear this had me laughing out loud....

How Women and Men shower differently!

How to Shower Like a Woman...........

Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry
hamper according to lights and darks.

Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown.
If you see husband along the way, cover up any
exposed areas.

Look at your womanly physique in the mirror -
make mental note to do more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc.

Get in the shower. Use face cloth, arm cloth,
leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.

Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage
shampoo with 43 added vitamins.

Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.
Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner

Wash your face with crushed apricot facial
scrub for 10 minutes until red.

Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and
jaffa cake body wash.

Rinse conditioner off hair.

Shave armpits and legs.

Turn off shower.

Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.

Spray mold spots with Tilex.

Get out of shower.

Dry with towel the size of a small country.

Wipe up any water that got on the floor.

Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.

Check entire body for zits, tweeze hairs.

Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown
and towel on head.

If you see husband along the way, cover up
any exposed areas.

How to Shower Like a Man............

Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of
the bed and leave them in a pile.

Walk naked to the bathroom.

If you see wife along the way, shake wiener
at her making the 'woo-woo' sound.

Look at your manly physique in the mirror.

Admire the size of your wiener and scratch
your behind.

Get in the shower.

Wash your face.

Wash your armpits.

Blow your nose in your hands and let the
water rinse them off.

Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the

Spend majority of time washing privates and
surrounding area.

Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt
hairs stuck on the soap.

Wash your hair.

Make a Shampoo Mohawk.


Rinse off and get out of shower.

Partially dry off.

Fail to notice water on floor because curtain
was hanging out of tub the whole time.

Admire wiener size in mirror again.

Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor,
light and fan on.

Return to bedroom with towel around waist.

If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake
wiener at her and make the 'woo-woo' sound again.

Throw wet towel on bed.

Monday, May 15, 2006

War Crimes

From Wikinews

Saddam Hussein's trial resumes, ex-Iraqi President formally charged

The trial of Saddam Hussein resumed Monday in Baghdad where the former Iraqi President is now officially charged with murder, with torturing women and children, and with razing farmland and authorizing the illegal arrests of 399 people in the 1980's.

And when they find out who was bankrolling Saddam, and supplying him with weapons to do all of these things, those people are going to be in very hot water.....


Never mind.

Patriot Games


I'm a big fan of the Smirking Chimp. It compiles wonderful stories from around the internet and there is always something of interest there.

But today I stopped by and found someone I admire insulted. Which is fine. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Michele Goldberg originally wrote her article for Yahoo News, a news gathering source I also happen to like.

Her opening paragraph:

Early last year, much of the American right worked itself into an ecstasy of outrage after discovering a vile three-year-old essay by Ward Churchill, an obscure ethnic studies professor at the University of Colorado. Titled, "Some People Push Back: On the Justice of Roosting Chickens," Churchill's diatribe referred to the victims of the World Trade Center attacks as "little Eichmanns," who were "too busy braying, incessantly and self-importantly, into their cell phones, arranging power lunches and stock transactions, each of which translated, conveniently out of sight...into the starved and rotting flesh of infants."

For the sake of clarity, here is Some People Push Back: On the Justice of Roosting Chickens.

I happen to think Ward Churchill is one of the bravest Americans alive today. In the past, when the controversy first broke, I questioned the timing of his writing. At the time, it seemed to me that the day of such horror might not be the best moment for such accusations.

I was wrong. I've since re-thought my position. What's the use of having a mind if you can't change it sometimes.

While the rest of us were stunned into silence by the spectacle of 9/11, Ward Churchill saw through the bullshit. Clarity of thought that will someday, in a more enlightened time, be celebrated.

I've also since had time to watch and listen to Churchill. Make no mistake, tact is not the man's strong suit. He can be brash, seemingly arrogant, unkempt and uncouth.

And I admire the hell out of him.

I watched on C-Span late, late one night as he demolished David Horowitz in a debate. Churchill was poised, concise and infinitely logical in his arguments. Horowitz came across like Woody Allen on a meth binge. His arguments were often simply attacks against academia and sounded both tired and rehearsed. Score one for us traitors to the Reich.

Some People Push Back is a white-hot, no-holds-barred, unvarnished indictment of America and it's foreign policies. Though there is much there that should raise the ire of "patriotic Americans", The main outrage came from the "little Eichmanns" quote.

Do I think the victims of the World Trade Center attacks were "little Eichmanns"?

Yes I do.

But here is where I must tell you that I think all Americans, myself included at the time, were responsible for the murderous policies of our government and therefore part of a terrorist regime. We were all legitimate targets for anyone fighting the oppression in the Middle East.

I was a "little Eichmann". Worse, I was one of the American Empire's Sturmtruppen. A true believer in the way of the gun.

In fact, in that I am still an American citizen, still enjoying the 'fruits of liberty" and cheap oil that millions of Middle Eastern children have died for over the years, I am still part of the goddammed problem.

But I'm working on it. I'm trying in too small ways to make a difference. I hope to have the courage to make larger contributions. I'm trying to have the courage of my convictions and lose the mantle of hypocrisy I wear. I hope to atone for my ignorance and indifference.

Most Americans don't.

Of course, this entire post assumes that the attacks of September 11, 2001 were planned and carried out exclusively by nineteen men of Middle Eastern descent.

I don't believe that for one second.

No, I don't believe Flight 11 and Flight 175 were holograms or radio controlled with technology developed at Area 51. Nor do I believe that Dick Cheney coordinated the attack from a control room in World Trade Center 7 while feasting on the hearts of Iraqi children or any other such nonsense.

But the official story is so wrong that anyone with eyes can see it. I believe the true version of what happened has Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld and Mossad fingerprints all over it.

And if you can't see it, if you close your eyes and refuse to see it, you too are, to quote a great American, a "little Eichmann".

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Why They Spy On You


This is the first of what I hope to be many posts from Again. His understanding of how information impacts our lives and how it can be used, and unfortunately abused, is awe-inspiring. His own blog, About Information and the Human Mind, is in the links section of this blog.-Robert

Did you read JMF's comment on " Just something I had to get off my chest"? About the massive Databases of the NSA?

You know why they do it - they want to control you - but do you know how it works?

It doesn't work with prayers - the born-again Mr. Bush, listening to the voice of God to go to war, kill people and destroy their future...

The same believer doesn't trust the voice if it's about his own Americans. God is not reliable enough.

Math is.

The keyword is "scale-free networks". You only have to measure "distances" between "nodes" and the time needed, than you can control the whole network.

And you can detect the "highly interconnected nodes", the important ones, the backbone of the network. If you control those nodes, you control the network

"We find that, for an intentional attack, little knowledge of the well-connected sites is sufficient to strongly reduce p(c)" with "the critical fraction p(c) of nodes that must be removed for disintegrating the network" Stability and topology of scale-free networks under attack and defense strategies.

Mathematical methods to help people to prevent the spread of pandemics...

Works the same way to prevent revolutionary ideas.

And the magic number?


Only 25% of the people in a society belong to "the critical fraction p(c) that must be removed for disintegrating the network" - or must be protected to protect it.

As long as Mr. Bush is supported by those 25%, he will rule America - and as long as he is able to prevent "the other 25%" who strongly believing in freedom and justice, the "epidemic" ideas will not spread and will not be able to change the world.

And as long as people don't understand how it works, that "they" simply need "distances and periods" - of phone calls, of money transactions, of journeys...

To detect those critical 25% - who don't understand what's going on and how to protect themselves.

That's why they spy on you - secretly.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

President Gore


I got home from work and remembered it was Saturday Night Live's season finale. I don't watch a lot of SNL anymore but it's always fun to catch the season ender. They do pull out all the stops and often get away with things they normally wouldn't.

Now, I still have yet to get cable hooked up at my place and I doubt that I will at all. I get respectable reception of ABC so I catch Nightline sometimes. CBS is clear as a bell which is good because I'm a night owl and I happen to like Dave at least until the guests come out. For my money, however, Craig Ferguson is the funniest man on television. If you haven't caught the insane Scotsman's show at 12:35 EST you are missing out. No one can go off on a tangent like Ferguson. Unscripted sheer genius. He does rants Dennis Miller wishes he could do.

I do have a point to all of this, really.

My reception of NBC is a disaster. A fuzzy, blurry mess. So When Darryl Hammond kicked off SNL's finale as President Al Gore, I sat down to watch.

"Damn", I thought to myself squinting through the fuzz, "Hammond is always spot on with his impressions but he's really nailed Gore this time."

A light slowly dawned.

This was the man himself. Al Gore seated in the Oval Office. Or at least a damn good facsimile of the Oval Office.

Gore was a pro. Reviewing the past six peaceful years of an imaginary Democratic presidency, it was every bit as biting and wonderful as Colbert's performance a couple of weeks ago. I won't even try to do it justice, but I know Crooks and Liars will have it up any time now and I will link the hell out of it.

President Gore.

Dear God, that sounds good right now.

UPDATE : Here tis

Friday, May 12, 2006

We Must Understand


To me, one of the most important books of the past century is Chris Hedges' War Is a Force That Gives Us Meaning. It is a shattering account of the journalist's journey through the some of the most violent conflicts of the 20th century, and even more it is is a glimpse inside the heart and soul of war itself. Hedges pulls no punches in his critique of civilization's fascination and inexorable attraction to war and why it does give many, far too many, a reason to live.

I believe this book is so important because if we cannot understand the problem then it is difficult if not impossible to begin to make the changes necessary to stop our headlong rush towards our own doom.

Enough of my blathering. Let Chris Hedges impart his hard-won wisdom:

The enduring attraction of war is this: Even with it's destruction and carnage it can give us what we long for in life. It can give us purpose, meaning, a reason for living. Only when we are in the midst of conflict does the shallowness and vapidness of much of our lives become apparent. Trivia dominates our conversations and increasingly our airwaves. And war is an enticing elixer. It gives us resolve, a cause. It allows us to be noble.

I'm not so blind or unaware of my own motivations towards the very same end. The opposition to war can be just as meaningful and yes, intoxicating. I have found myself of late paying far more attention to BushCo as a way of avoiding the pains of my own circumstance. Truth can cut both ways.

Back to Hedges:

The eruption of conflict instantly reduces the headache and trivia of daily life. The communal march against an enemy generates a warm, unfamiliar bond with our neighbors, our community, our nation, wiping out unsettling undercurrents of alienation and dislocation. War, in times of malaise and desperation, is a potent distraction.
War makes the world understandable, a black and white tableau of them and us. It suspends thought, especially self-critical thought. All bow before the supreme effort. We are one. Most of us willingly accept war as long as we can fold it into a belief system that paints the ensuing suffering as necessary for a higher good, for human beings seek not only happiness but also meaning. And tragically war is sometimes the most powerful way in human society to achieve meaning.
Patriotism provides the blessing. Soldiers want at least the consolation of knowing that they risk being blown up by land mines for the greater glory, for a New World. Dissension, questioning of purpose, the exposure of war crimes carried out by those fighting on our behalf are dangerous to such beliefs. Dissidents who challenge the goodness of our cause, who question the gods of war, who pull back the curtains to expose the lie are usually silenced or ignored.

So when someone asks you why. Why is the history of our country and most other countries written in blood? Why do we need to sacrifice and scar entire generations and bankrupt ourselves literally and figuratively?

Because it gives us meaning. Because it makes us feel needed and real and powerful.

Because deep down, we don't know any other way to live.

Ugly. Isn't it? The true and unvarnished nature of man at the dawn of a new millennium.

Will this be another thousand years of blood? Another thousand years of an eye for an eye?

"In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king."

Are we kings? We who see past this charade of war, who no longer buy the lie?

No we are not. For to see ourselves in a holy role and a holy cause makes us as blind as those we seek to stop or change. We are simply people. Humans who feel the kinship of other humans. All other humans. And we cannot, will not, be turned from seeking another way. Is it a better way?
Let someone of purer heart and clearer vision decide that.

But I swear my blood, my hopes, my dreams and my future that it will be a different way.

To this end, I am opening Green September to a wider audience. I am inviting more people to read and participate here. My friends, you are some of the wisest and knowledgeable voices on the internet. More people should hear what you have to say. I have, in the past, kept GS insulated from the outside so as to avoid trolls and other prying eyes. I have purposely avoided linking to Green September and have not posted in other discussions as it's webmaster. Well enough of that. I am listing this site in various blog-search sites and I have posted a link in MySpace in the hopes of bringing more people who seek a way for change. I know this will inevitably bring conflicting views and just plain conflict here but it is a small price to pay for exposure of our message. I also intend to invite various old-timers here to guest blog so as to bring more news and views here. I know most of you have your own blogs and your own voice on the internet, you do not need me to give you a voice. But I hope you will join with me in making this more than a sounding board, more than just information, more than just news.
Help me make this the voice of our revolution.

There was an embarrassed
silence among the White House
press corps as President Bush
wandered from tree to tree until
he found Marine One.

Thursday, May 11, 2006



Oh, Palestine.

How we have wronged thee.



My favorite Bush quote, "I know how hard it is to put food on your families", has been eclipsed.

In an interview with something called Bild (help me out here Again) Bush had this to say:

I’ve come to realize that the nature of the German people are such that war is very abhorrent, that Germany is a country now that is -- no matter where they sit on the political spectrum, Germans are -- just don’t like war. And I can understand that. There’s a generation of people who had their lives torn about because of a terrible war.

Well, hoooly shit! Them Germans just don't like war! Bunch of pansies! Don't they know it makes the grass grow? They've sure come along way from the days when they bombed Pearl Harbor!

Fucking Germans.


Thought Crime


I always felt that there was one hell of a lot of things wrong with the charges against Zacarias Moussaoui. I simply couldn't nail it down. It reminded me of Charles Manson. How he's always referred to as "mass murderer Charles Manson" when in fact he murdered no one at the Tate or LaBianca homes. Manson was convicted, rightly so, of conspiracy to commit murder. He picked the targets, ordered the murders, and was present at the LaBianca crime scene. Charlie deserves to be in prison, but he's not a mass murderer. He is a conspirator. Susan Atkins, Tex Watson and Leslie Van Houten are mass murderers.

Whoever was responsible for flying the planes into the buildings on September 11th is responsible for mass murder. Moussaoui wasn't there. He was already in jail. Was he one of the so-called maybe "20th hijackers"? Or is he an angry man with a great deal of mental problems? History shows that sort of person makes a perfect patsy.

Ted Rall brings it on home:

We Mournful Few


We're different. It's just that simple. We mournful few are different.

Despite the wonders of modern pharmacology and technology that allow humans to jam their senses and emotions with culturally approved nonsense, we see clearly and we mourn.

I have an obsession about being fooled. I am constantly on guard against being lied to and believing the lies. It no doubt stems from all of the years I spent believing the lies and all the years of my humanity I lost to them. I realize I obsess. But the difference between paranoia and awareness blurs in a society that owes it's entire existence to carefully crafted bullshit. I used to be ashamed of my obsession. Now I recognize it for what it is: A weapon in the battle for truth and justice. And yes, I still believe there is truth and justice in our world. If only you have the courage to find it.

In that, we are different. Comfortable lies no longer lull us to sleep. For some of you hearty souls, the lies never worked in the first place. You didn't have to wake up and use your painful eyes for the first time. You saw through the lies from the beginning and I envy you. You have mourned far longer than I.

For most of my life I accepted what I was told. I simply didn't know any better. Because it was all about me. Me. Mine.

It was not about Us. It was not about everybody. I didn't feel pain at the reports of mutilated children. I didn't cringe in shame at what my government was doing. Because it didn't affect Me.
Their problems weren't my problems. What business was it of mine how many Iraqis or Palestinians were robbed of their lives and homes? I'm an American and therefore above such things.

But now I know. The Palestinian child gunned down in the dust of Rafah takes a piece of my soul. The labor leader in South America, tortured by thugs hired by the Coca-Cola company to squash fair labor practices, wounds a part of me. Because I am them and they are me.
As we sit and stare at the box in our homes that gives us meaning and drama and heroes to cheer for, pieces of us are being stolen.

We mournful few. We see it all.

We can't look away. We can't pretend it all doesn't exist. Call it fate, karma, or even God. For whatever reason, in this time and in this place, we cannot look away.

Because goddammit all, once you have seen and felt the pain, you cannot unsee or unfeel, and humanity is yours. Your responsibility. Your burden. Your great hope.

Messiah complex? No. It's one of those awful, true cliches: I can't save the world, but we can.

Every one of us. We mournful few. We hurt for our planet and our people.

We are rushing headlong into destruction and the louder the sound of revolution becomes, the louder the majority of the "civilized" world turns up the volumes on their distractions.

But no distraction drowns out the pain of our people. Our sweet fellowship of humans, so horribly torn asunder by the toxicity of our greed, fear, and dogma.

We have no choice but to try and put right what is so wrong. We have nowhere to run and no way to hide.

We mournful few.