Striving for Awakening

Life under the bodhi tree...

Nome: mandolinx
Località: San Francisco, California, United States

ambiguously ethnic, fashionably late, unreasonably bossy, secretly insane.

lunedì, marzo 24, 2003

The events of the last week have left me angry, hyper-emotional, resigned, terrified, and depressed. I have a tough time watching the news or even talking about the war without shutting down or breaking down. Whether I'm talking with someone I'm in total agreement with or someone with whom I have nothing in common, I can barely articulate how I feel because I am so enraged about the whole mess. Please bare with me as I try to compose myself enough to get out some of the compelling reasons I see for why this war is morally and ethically bankrupt.

We should always let diplomacy run its course before resorting to any kind of extreme action. The weapons inspections were working, but either they weren’t fast enough for Bush or they were working too well. If they had actually succeeded in their mission, the Bush administration wouldn’t have had a pretense to invade. And yet, while blatantly disregarding the diplomatic processes of the U.N., Bush used Iraq’s failure to comply with U.N. resolutions 678 and 687 as his primary argument for why war was necessary.

You can’t just invade a sovereign nation because you don’t like the president. Saddam Hussein is a bad guy, a really bad guy. And there are legal ways to wrest his control of Iraq. Namely: prosecution. He should be brought to trial at the International Criminal Court. It is a violation of international law and an insult to the rest of the globe to give an ultimatum to the leader of a free country allowing him 48 hours to leave his own country. It makes a mockery of our membership in the U.N. and that organization’s charter. What if Jacque Chirac gave Bush 48 hours? Would he leave?

There is no credible proof that Iraq poses a threat to America. We’ve been trying to uncover something for the last 12 years and haven’t found anything so why now? Nothing has changed. The few arms the weapons inspectors found that were in violation of Iraq’s weapons agreement were being destroyed at the time we invaded and were barely big enough to blow up the next town. I’d have to think that if the Iraqis had those kinds of weapons they’d be using them now to defend themselves. Of course, if all else fails, I’m sure we can plant some nice incriminating evidence out in the desert somewhere; just enough to legitimize the attacks.

And as for Al-Qaeda, our own intelligence experts dismiss any connection between the two. Bush seems to think that if you repeat a lie enough times it will simply become true. Or at least come close enough, the American public will stop questioning it and start swallowing whatever misinformation you decide to shove down their throats.

We all know this is just about the oil. If this is about weapons of mass destruction, why not target all of the other countries we’ve been supplying or simply stop supplying them to our “friends” who later turn out to be our enemies. “[F]or the past 20 years or so, America has been the biggest arms dealer in the world, supplying weapons to practically anyone and everyone who has the money -- or to anyone whose "friendship" is deemed by Washington to be temporarily convenient. These alliances of convenience often turn around and bite us on the butt…The U.S. sells more arms than the next nine arms dealers combined, all to profit a few corporate munitions makers -- even though our own troops often end up paying the price.” (Jim Hightower) Iraq is no exception.

There are so many more reasons why this war is not the answer. And there are so many more people who can explain them much better then me. But then again, this is my blog. However, if you haven’t read John Brady Kiesling’s resignation letter yet please do.

Thanks for listening.

Peace

giovedì, marzo 20, 2003

A Letter from Michael Moore to George W. Bush on the Eve of War

by Michael Moore
March 18th, 2003


George W. Bush
1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
Washington, DC

Dear Governor Bush:

So today is what you call "the moment of truth," the day that "France and the rest of world have to show their cards on the table." I'm glad to hear that this day has finally arrived. Because, I gotta tell ya, having survived 440 days of your lying and conniving, I wasn't sure if I could take much more. So I'm glad to hear that today is Truth Day, 'cause I got a few truths I would like to share with you:

1. There is virtually NO ONE in America (talk radio nutters and Fox News aside) who is gung-ho to go to war. Trust me on this one. Walk out of the White House and on to any street in America and try to find five people who are PASSIONATE about wanting to kill Iraqis. YOU WON'T FIND THEM! Why? 'Cause NO Iraqis have ever come here and killed any of us! No Iraqi has even threatened to do that. You see, this is how we average Americans think: If a certain so-and-so is not perceived as a threat to our lives, then, believe it or not, we don't want to kill him! Funny how that works!

2. The majority of Americans -- the ones who never elected you -- are not fooled by your weapons of mass distraction. We know what the real issues are that affect our daily lives -- and none of them begin with I or end in Q. Here's what threatens us: two and a half million jobs lost since you took office, the stock market having become a cruel joke, no one knowing if their retirement funds are going to be there, gas now costs almost two dollars -- the list goes on and on. Bombing Iraq will not make any of this go away. Only you need to go away for things to improve.

3. As Bill Maher said last week, how bad do you have to suck to lose a popularity contest with Saddam Hussein? The whole world is against you, Mr. Bush. Count your fellow Americans among them.

4. The Pope has said this war is wrong, that it is a SIN. The Pope! But even worse, the Dixie Chicks have now come out against you! How bad does it have to get before you realize that you are an army of one on this war? Of course, this is a war you personally won't have to fight. Just like when you went AWOL while the poor were shipped to Vietnam in your place.

5. Of the 535 members of Congress, only ONE (Sen. Johnson of South Dakota) has an enlisted son or daughter in the armed forces! If you really want to stand up for America, please send your twin daughters over to Kuwait right now and let them don their chemical warfare suits. And let's see every member of Congress with a child of military age also sacrifice their kids for this war effort. What's that you say? You don't THINK so? Well, hey, guess what -- we don't think so either!

6. Finally, we love France. Yes, they have pulled some royal screw-ups. Yes, some of them can pretty damn annoying. But have you forgotten we wouldn't even have this country known as America if it weren't for the French? That it was their help in the Revolutionary War that won it for us? That our greatest thinkers and founding fathers -- Thomas Jefferson, Ben Franklin, etc. -- spent many years in Paris where they refined the concepts that lead to our Declaration of Independence and our Constitution? That it was France who gave us our Statue of Liberty, a Frenchman who built the Chevrolet, and a pair of French brothers who invented the movies? And now they are doing what only a good friend can do -- tell you the truth about yourself, straight, no b.s. Quit pissing on the French and thank them for getting it right for once. You know, you really should have traveled more (like once) before you took over. Your ignorance of the world has not only made you look stupid, it has painted you into a corner you can't get out of.

Well, cheer up -- there IS good news. If you do go through with this war, more than likely it will be over soon because I'm guessing there aren't a lot of Iraqis willing to lay down their lives to protect Saddam Hussein. After you "win" the war, you will enjoy a huge bump in the popularity polls as everyone loves a winner -- and who doesn't like to see a good ass-whoopin' every now and then (especially when it 's some third world ass!). So try your best to ride this victory all the way to next year's election. Of course, that's still a long ways away, so we'll all get to have a good hardy-har-har while we watch the economy sink even further down the toilet!

But, hey, who knows -- maybe you'll find Osama a few days before the election! See, start thinking like THAT! Keep hope alive! Kill Iraqis -- they got our oil!!

Yours, Michael Moore
www.michaelmoore.com

lunedì, marzo 17, 2003

I discovered this weekend, to my dismay, that I have a wee fear of heights. Yesterday was a perfect day at the lake. Warm sun (but not too hot), cool breeze, food, friends, beer. It was a long day of swimming and drinking (two activities which should probably not be enjoyed in concert.) But anyway, after a few hours everyone decided to go cliff jumping. No problem, I've done this before. Only this time there is a problem. It's a long drop, we estimate between 25 and 30 feet. I'm sure this is nothing to you cliff jumping pros out there, but to me it's BIG. I stand there peering over the precipice and my heart starts to race. Splash! Ben is down below treading water, which is cool and calm and perfect. I want to be in it, I'm just not sure my body and mind agree. Splash! Tiffany is down below laughing and whooping. Now it's my turn. Chris stays behind to hold my hand and jump in with me. My limbs are petrified, my heart is pounding so hard I can hardly hear the cheering from below. "One...two..." "WAIT!"

I try to reason with myself, it's really not that bad, I can't let my fear stop me, I don't want to look like a jackass with everyone swimming gleefully below while I sit up here all by myself. Nothing works. I walk away from the cliff, I walk back and peer over. I walk away again, I pace back. Finally I hear Ben scream from below, "It's like flying! Haven't you ever wanted to fly?" Then Chris leans over and calmly whispers in my ear, "It's the closest thing to freedom you'll ever feel."

So I grabbed his hand and I jumped. Not a very graceful jump, but a jump nonetheless. No, I soared. Too thrilled to shriek, I just took it all in in an endless and instantaneous moment. Treading water, I looked back up the cliff and laughed at how small the distance looked from below. But it didn't matter. I looked my fear directly in the face and I leapt at it. Next time I'll do the same.

lunedì, marzo 10, 2003

Okay, so I didn't make it to church this weekend. I guess my little anthropological experiment will have to be postponed until the weather isn't so amazing that I have no choice but to be outdoors. I spent the day at the park with friends. Good wholesome fun (with lots of alcohol). Picnic in the park, hacky sack, frisbee, good friends, good conversation, gorgeous weather, does it get any better?

Saturday I saw a great flick with the boy: "Happy Times" by the director of "Raise the Red Lantern." Great allegory about communism and the chinese government nicely packaged in a funny, charming, and beautiful comedy. Rent it.

Monday morning: Overslept and got a flat tire on the way to work. The week can only get better, right?

martedì, marzo 04, 2003

So I've decided to get cool and have my very own blog. And for the two people that will probably ever read this, I figure it will be one way of keeping up with me and my life. My not very exciting life at that. So if you are one of those people who are perpetually pissed off at me for not calling enough, this is for you. Life is good. I'm in love. I've been keeping busy with work, avoiding wedding planning, working out, lilith, and forced household labor when the boy makes me.

I've also embarked on a new project. My own "Practical Studies in Comparative Religion." So far I've been to the Unitarian Church and a non-denominational church for "christ-followers." Soon I hope to visit the local Buddhist Wat and Hindu Temple. I also hope to visit a church I heard about where they communicate with the dead. Will be sure and share any jewels of divine inspiration that may come my way.