#Gaza Glows in the Gut

Gaza is a watershed for humanity.

Most pro-Gazans would like to portray Kerry and #Obama at the center of the fierce unbelievable financial support for Israel. Lame duck POTUS Obama requested $179 million for Israel for 2015, yet $315 million was approved. Apparently, 79 Senators are bought and paid for by Jewish owned corporates and Zionists (see post on my #Facebook page).

Sec. of State #JohnKerry, is obligated to speak at high end groups including AIPAC. His brother converted to Judaism adding another cut carrot to the chicken soup. Plus, Kerry is a US Navy man of war and the sea with purple hearts (3) and hero medals (including the silver star) for the two terms he served in Vietnam (1966 to 1970). He requested to be onboard small crafts patrolling the coast. Yet, as Nam escalated he was assigned as a commander of a swift boat in the Mekong Delta. Screen shot 2014-07-23 at 6.24.33 PM

When I asked Kerry decades ago why he went back to Nam, he looked down at me, and said, “To better serve the Vietnam people who were being killed by maniacs, including those wearing US colors.”

Kerry carries shrapnel in his left leg because the pieces are embedded so deeply into his flesh it was medically decided to leave them. Obama has never seen military service. I have always wondered if Kerry had the shrapnel removed later in his life with the advent of laser and micro surgery.

U.S. Secretary of State John Kerry’s statement to a roomful of world leaders at the Trilateral Commission (April 2014) that Israel could become an apartheid state if peace talks fail is “deeply troubling,” AIPAC said.

Kerry has threatened to write his own peace plan between Palestine and Israel

having told both sides, his plan

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would be a “take it or leave it resolution.” Sources close to Kerry at the time (April 2014) stated he sees a two state resolution as untenable unless Israel retires itself to its legal geography.

“There is a fundamental confrontation and it is over settlements — 14,000 new settlement units announced since we began negotiations. It’s very difficult for any leader to deal under that cloud,” Kerry said. He went on to warn of the real possibility at any moment Israel would begin again to war on Palestine and Palestinians would starting firing rockets into Israel. Interestingly, he saw Israel as the aggressor rather than what the piddle stream media and US Congress stupidly perceives – Israhell defending itself.

So here we are, way past the threshold and certainly at current issue is Hamas via the PLO demands must be met or thousands will die in Gaza plus more 50 IDF soldiers from Israhell. The innocent will pile up far more in Gaza because there is no military operating in Gaza. Hamas is a resistance cadre. For every child burned to death, family destroyed, and mosque blown up by the IDF, a new member of the resistance is festered. Without the French resistance of WWII the western forces would not have been able to defeat the Nazi empire as quickly as it did after D Day.

The political irony is the members of the French resistance covertly aligned against the Nazi empire fought so Jews could become an apartheid state of Zionists and free-loaders off American tax payers for 66 years. The second mordancy is Israelis have universal medical care (US citizens do not) and are the number ten arms dealer in the world (yet only 5 million residents) paid by the sweat and brains of American tax payers.

US govt. policy and UN decisions made to support Israhell are like a breakfast of nuked raisins (Israel has 80 nukes) served over crispy GMO Cherrios. The added value cereal crunches in the mouth, but glows in the gut.

#Gaza Caldron of Puke?

Israhell eating Palestine

The venom of political/societal/religiosity polarity, hatred fed into a multi-cultural cauldron, boils over when violence and dysfunction slapped around by fear and ignorance are herald as THE solution.

Israhell steals the lands of Muslims and Christians – some forget there are Arab Christians, or never realized Arab Christians were originally Hebrews and Muslims. Jews selected the Christian’s prophet for martyrdom while under the thumb of the Romans. IF any sect of religiosity should be invading Israel one would think it is the Christians rather than the western Christians and Jews aligned to blow up the Arab country of Palestine/Gaza.

Then there are the two hundred years of crusades – the battle cry of the thousands of Christians (in answer to the popes) who joined crusades to free the Holy Land from the Muslims. From 1096 to 1270 there were eight major crusades and two children’s crusades (disasters, if true), both in the year 1212. Only the First and Third Crusades were successful, and one wonders what measuring stick is used to divine same.

Muslim Saladin took Jerusalem when Crusader Balian surrendered, 1187. Saladin and Balian cut a deal not to injure any of its occupants if a tithe was paid by Christians plus they could stay (sound familiar Mosul Iraqis?). Saladin permitted Christian pilgrimages to Jerusalem and allowed the Church of the Holy Sepulchre to remain in Christian hands. To solidify Muslim claims to Jerusalem, many holy sites, including the shrine later known as Al-Aqsa Mosque, were ritually purified with rose water.

Historians and sacred documents proclaim Muslims, Christians, and Jews lived side by side, in peace, in MENA.

The history of conflict written for this region is long and fraught with interpretations. Yet, the three endemic religions stem from an identical Abrahamic sacred text. The one I grew up with is called the Old Testament.

Today, 2014, Jews war with Muslims (read State of Zion and Palestine/Gaza), and Christians war with Muslims (read US of Hillarystan and Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen, and Syria) and Muslims war with Muslims (read Egypt, Syria, Iraq, and more) – do you see the pattern? Not to dismiss Tunisia, Libya, Somalia, Kashmir, Darfur, Chechen, Lebanon, Kurdish insurgency into Turkey, Tuareg Rebellion, Algerian Civil War, Bosnia, Ukraine, and on and on back into RECENT human history.

The western elite of Jews as arms dealers, moneychangers, and banksters financed the taking of Arab lands by the State of Zion using American taxpayers funds – this is called OPM – other people’s money – economics. They purchase at retail their puppets.

The western corporate empire of dirty oil and banksters invaded Iraq and Afghanistan to capture oil and gas led in the tribunal charge by 9/11, Halliburton, and Blackwater.

Today, the State of Islam (formerly called ISIS or ISIL) rolls across Iraq and Syria. Obama drones at least eight countries, if not nine. IDF shells and drops illegal weaponry on Gaza. The list of active covert and overt war zones could go on, yet the point is our species is moving faster in the opposite direction from peace, compassion and tolerance.

Everyday, I attempt to open up the dialogue and foster some kind of discourse to expose the lies people digest and maybe, if it is a good day, tear down the walls of ignorance. After, three decades, I have yet to notice the coverall redline become thinner or disappear. Each faction, and there are more factions inside factions than fractals in the matrix, claims via their lens, be it spot on or distorted, a victory. Yet, the overall winners are the hedge fund managers, the traders, the arms dealers, and the banksters who sans heart and soul are immune to becoming fully functioning members of humanity. They never cry for burnt babies, or dare to demure to be men of kindness and concern except for their families and mistresses.

If we, the folks with spirit and compassion, would focus on systemic issues and certain political ‘leaders’ for the next 30 years rather than work on oil rigs, drive Hummers in camo, and slave away with other duties on the plantation our species may survive. We can not checkmate the empire, yet we can refuse to participate by any non-violent means possible.

I do not have another three decades to wage battles for the greater good. My ticket will be stamped for the ride sooner, rather than later.

If you truly have a passion to stop the merry-go-around of global greed then I would be interested in hearing your game plan, as I am sure others would appreciate your perspectives.

The simplistic choice is continue to be boiled alive in a caldron of our own puke or use the two percent of our brain we commandeer to discover an enchanted path toward peace.

#Gaza – The Goat on the Altar

Sayonara Silly City

In a former spin on the dial, I worked in #Washington, DC, for one of its oldest and respected news sources. For nearly 3.5 years I attempted to shift through egos and compost caca to decipher and determine who and what made any common sense let along right action policy. Pushing away the red, blue, and purple smoke while shoving the herd of narcissistic mirrors to the back of the bus takes its toll.

DC is called by its insiders the Silly City.

Last week, when the #US Senate voted 100% in favor of supporting Israel vestiges of my political concerns for US of Dirty Oil ‘getting it’ instantly evaporated, like #Screen shot 2014-07-19 at 10.53.57 PM

MERS camel pee in the middle of the White Desert, at high noon.

There is no one left in the Silly City with any credibility from the media, to elected officials, to lobbyists and standing room only special interests who captain the flotilla of nut job Americans on The Hill. The viability of American politics, at the national and foreign policy level, is maya. Maybe the only thing left to do is what Biden advised recently, hope the governors of the 50 states can lead.

The Silly City’s delusion US govt. can control MENA by funding Israhell with an extra 600+ million bucks for the Iron Dome and a new rocket design is welfare for warfare.

After my short analysis of what is reactionary happening in the global casino the banksters are far more paranoid than Bibi and his band of murders. The pro-Israel and military industrial paymasters delivered new funding streams for the Silly City to carry forward into the next election cycle and their suited puppets danced in flash mob.

If I saw any opportunity in the current political arena to forestall the revolution forthcoming on American soil I would work along this pathway. I am not an anarchist. I am in most regards a traditional American revolutionary. While I do not brandish a musket or a horse and carriage to travel across the colonies, I am as committed to re-establishing the Bill of Rights, the separation of powers, and balance of the executive, legislative and judicial branches of govt. as were the forefathers of the republic who signed the Declaration of Independence.

Consider what I write, blog, and post are leaflets of democracy and while you may say my endeavors are a lost cause, they serve as my therapeutic doggy bones pitched into the fray.

Today, American national politics is a headless GMO fed stead on a rampage where ethics, compassion, fear, and lies foster a crazed cattle drive of mad cows staggering around in the Silly City with dollar signs imprinted on their enlarged pupils. Cow plops appear like alluring diamonds to the cowboys with rubies in their ears made of glass yet the corporate machinery of war whizzes along at mach speed.

Not so interestingly, the fear stricken piddle stream media is standing around with its snoots up each others arses with no notice of the stench from the orifices of shitty darkness. The historical concept of the press acting as political watchdogs to curtail systemic corruption and define the narrative of truth is fully co-opted with few noticing they are inside a media circle jerk (sorry for the crude dude phrase but it is aptly descriptive).

The phallic icon of the beltway is the Washington Monument. There was an earthquake (probably caused by fracking) and its architectural integrity was comprised. Right then and there, I realized the body politic I debated, argued, and worked inside of as writer, activist, politician, and traditional revolutionary was on life support. The integrity of the architecture was splintered and cracking apart into self-fulfilling negative fractals.

Symbolism in my line of work is not usually given much credence, but i am a trained Jungian. I follow my intuits, consider signs and symbols, plus pay attention to not only the dialogue but also energies emitted and the telling tone of a discourse.

Also, not interestingly, the one thing the US Senate is apparently in total agreement is supporting Israhell over Palestine and Gaza. The complicity everyone on both sides of the aisle is responsible for with the murder of Muslim babies and the bombing of Gaza into holes of exploded concrete and poisoned farmlands is a horror heard around the world by everyone except the basturds themselves. The IDF bombing with killer chemicals (designed by the US Navy) to destroy human life yet keep structures intact was a decision everyone of these sickos made. To believe a building is more important than life is not materialism, it is a July 2014 holocaust in the boiling fester of burnt bodies and the death of innocents.

After I am gone, and the mind bobbling of these incidents settles into the Alabaster dust of human insanity and annuals of WTF?, i suppose astute and articulate masters of human conduct will derive meaning to why any group of elected officials would support the barrage of whistling drones and thudding missiles over children’s happy laughter and intact families.

At this midnight hour of the 59th minute, I am in a mild form of shivers and shock.

A couple of weeks ago I resigned from the human race because I felt I am no longer able to withstand in my own aging heart what Homo sapiens sapiens do to each other and the beautiful blue marble, Earth.

The blowback, globally, will realign many because Gaza’s suffering and death count is symbolic of how much human hatred rules on this planet. The powers of the suppressors who now stand on twisted three legs are disintegrating and their putrid skin of bias is peeled back for review and identification. The stand the US Senate took is a last call at the K Street bar of American DC politics as it implodes into itself.

Zuckerface never knew what freedom Fedbook could muster and that the daring depths of communication across boundaries and cultures would evolve into a global solidarity against the empire enacted via social media. This not the #Arab Spring it is the Human Awakening.

Gaza serves as the honored goat at the altar of human awareness. I am appalled by such a notion and at the same moment not surprised a little strip of land 25 miles long and 5 miles wide would serve as the sardine can of focus for millions somewhere else exhibiting heart felt human compassion.

For those who stand up and are counted in social media for love, peace, and compassion I bow to you. To those who believe violence must be met with violence I pray you find a moment in your strife and unhappiness to realize so far this methodology of dealing with human societal malfeasance breeds only more hatred, distrust, and additional wars.

Wars are basically about profit margins, turf disputes, and the primitive tribal contention the guy with the different clothing style, faith, language, skin color, and heritage is an enemy.

God has a plan, not my plan, not yours, not the State of Zion’s, and not the United States Senate’s.

Tomorrow we will be meditating for peace for two hours, globally, please join us. Prayer is talking to God. Meditation is listening.

This Political Horse Never Won, Let Alone Showed or Placed

This is today’s photo of Rick Schaffer (see below), who was at one time my Democratic Suffolk County, NY leader. He is actually a good guy, who figured out how to live at the trough without ever taking a stand, on anything, except kinda sort of one for labor (major funding funnel in his direction). What has he accomplished? I dunno.

What did i accomplish having served the party longer than the length of Rick’s life? I dunno.

These are questions at morbid misty times I plague myself with because I semi-realize, now, here in the juggernaut of the jungle, how fortunate I am to escape the prison planet NY. I am serious. NYC/Long Island is its own third, second, first, and futurist world. One I never fit.

My mother use to say my California patio elegance and Cal Berkeley brain was never the right status quo size for NY.

I lived on the East End of LI from 1991 until 2007, full time. I resided in NY beginning in 1983, first upstate. I commuted in my aging BMW coupes via what is labeled the moveable parking lot – Long Island Expressway – witnessing more road rage than Mad Max. I put 300,000 miles on at least one of these biemers.

Why did I do this?

The coupling of a grandiose ego and enlarged heart who thought she could make a greater good difference by working for peace and art and life and beauty and birds and small town community and heritage and the marine environment and the body politic.

Ricky Schaffer, Suffolk County, NY Dim, July 2014

Ricky Schaffer, Suffolk County, NY Dim, July 2014

Ya know what? I think I am about 10,000 times more effective keyboarding and linking to like-minded intellects and nature freaks in social media than sitting in a news studio in Manhattan, or blabbering on in a caucus with the Dims. Here, we broke several stories becoming global headline news and for this I dance around the cabina with a 90-pound German Shepherd.

Why Weep for #Gaza

Gaza. 2014.

Gaza. 2014.

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Gaza. 2014.

Gaza. 2014.

Why Weep for Gaza?

 

Pro-Israel immensely wealthy hedge fund operators, war machine investors and wheeler dealers along with white-haired post WWII Zionists drive the imperial objective of the western corporatoracy.

 

By pushing the holocaust narrative at every single opportunity the American populous collective guilt complex is submerged, under the weight of its own baby boomer denial. Afraid even in the red, blue, or purple shadows to speak against any Jew lest one be embarrassed and blamed as anti-Semite and pro Nazi the silent majority go shopping and watch sports. Better to ignore the screams of Muslim mothers and look away than get involved. The abyss of apathy deepens, widens, and crawls in the nook and crannies of those on Social Security, stumbling along on ripped off IRAs, or stocking the aisles of Crap-Mart.

 

The majority of the people in the fifty states hide from the issue at hand, as the global casino spins and dirty oil drills baby drills. Neither do the progressives in the herded body politic come to rescue Muslim humanity. Not even in the simplest of right action do the left, liberals, and other non-sequesters send notice to their elected officials the IDF burning up of babies with DIMEs is evil, inhumane, ghastly and must stop now.

 

Without the support of extremely rich western Jews who proceed to build generational power and funding streams there would be no Israel bombing the shit out of Gaza. The 9/11 agenda to make all Arabs every American’s enemy has succeeded. The war of massaging the masses hailed victory when the Dow Jones climbed up over 17,000 during the first day of the latest horrors in Gaza. Overtly invading Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Syria is part of the US of Dirty Oil’s war economy in goose step with its myriad of covert acts while with precision dismantle the Bill of Rights.

 

The peace movement, my life’s work, snuggled up to the deceptions of Obama ’04 and was so successfully co-opted it continues to lay in a self-made hibernating lair of disagreement and disorganization. I found Obama a wound up finger-puppet fashioned from the marriage of the remnants of the Kennedy political machine and the nouveau riche of hipster Gollywood and Silicone Valley.

 

Somehow, the noisy few of us rant on about the lie of two parties and SCOTUS being an enclave of dangling lackeys for the meta-national deep state and its surveillance appliances (read NSA). We, in contrast to the crowd sourcing countless, attempt to refute the party line of war with our every click and keyboard pounce. We serendipitously discover each other working independently via social media. We circle the wagons to share, write, and photograph plus offer constant posts of the real visuals, the real history, and real consequences of America’s insane inhumane foreign pro-greed policy.

 

Rebuffed, trolled, and contradicted from within and without, the humanity movement (you and me) builds every second across the planet over the Internet. Defiant to the piddle stream media of lies and miss-information, a hefty lot of articulate haecceity dissenters (ibid) pass along the actualities refusing to buy into paid denunciators operating in boiler rooms paid by Zionists, and other zealots and f*cked up puppies.

 

Some ask after too many years trudging the road for peace, if we, the elders of the peace movement, have accomplished anything as the younger peacenik set comes to terms with their own inner angst and communal burnout.

 

Gaza is the identified touchstone for most of us, balding and cranky to fresh, furry, and campus enshrined, as we saddle up the magic of solidarity. The 2014 version of unity for peace is not nailed to any particular society or format of political organization except by one overriding tenant – Peace and Earth are keys to human survival.

 

Commies, socialists, Christians, Anonymous, activists, journalists, whistleblowers, Muslims, Buddhists, Hindi, Main Street capitalists, scientists, organic farmers, pro-Pachamama, Occupiers, university professors, artists, musicians, aesthetes, gallery owners, atheists, poets, architects, sustainable entrepreneurs, the handmade movement, social conscious financial advisors, lawyers for justice, doctors without borders, are not too near the neo-cons, nut jobs, and trolls, as we coalesce.

 

Gaza is not a trend; the newest politically cool fashion, and is neither Syria, the Sudan, Iraq, Egypt, Nigeria, downtown Detroit, or the border of southern Texas.

 

Internet activists for peace outnumber the negatives and the neo-cons in this non-Orwellian global undulating society of free thinkers and far-fetched innovators. The daily grind of standing up to the empire of greed and the weapons of fear takes its toll. Some of us go off the rails because we are getting old. A few of us are lost in a myriad of financial woes brought on exactly how we predicted in 1967, 1977, 1987, 1997 and 2007.

 

The recent university grads ear-deep in debt living at home with mom and dad, or their sister’s garage, or driving a motorcycle across Bhutan have access to the net. Many of them are the army of Anonymous even if they order too many pizzas and are hung-up taking down BBC or scientology.

 

I sit here in my gorgeous groovy hut on bio-diverse Finca Vigia grounded in an energized rainforest with its pristine air, water, food, and a wild galore of birds, bugs, and bats. Via the magic carpet of cyberspace, I continue to fight the good fight with snarky words and sometimes even impactful posts.

 

It is not the golden age – the one we chanted higher than Bali kites at the Human Be-In, January 1967. Certainly, my worldview is different from the rest of my multi-cultural family (American, Lebanese, Palestinian, Columbian, and Egyptian) who never come to see me. My familial dear ones continue to work and live in the echelon of the upper middle class involved in projects Hollywood stages as the American Dream. Their world is not mine yet I love them. I cannot honor consumerism or the branded blinkers they wear and relish.

 

My hippie heart spins = without justice for all, there is no justice. I am no do-gooder, really. I am an artsy Jungian analyst of the human condition who concluded after field studies and reaching a milestone of birds on my life list, I had to take direct action to thwart hatred, bias, and suffering of all living things by favoring life and peace.

 

Isolation from the invasive macho massage where war is acceptable (and preferable on Wall Street) provides fertile fields to row using a raucous hoe.

 

My golden goal today, and tomorrow, is to remind you, friends, followers, neighbors, and fellows SDSers from another era, we are winning the battle about Gaza, this cycle.

 

As to dismantling the warmonger’s globalization aspiration with its New World Order killing trade agreements and faux calls for democracy – it takes time for a societal paradigm shift. Such a meta consciousness raising requisites and consumes hundreds of years to build beefy bridges to tolerance, freedom, justice, and concords. I dunno if humanity has enough time on the cyclic clock of life. What do you think, or know?

 

If nothing else of late, as an independent investigative journo, I learned an indigestible bitter lesson by interviewing the fanatics of the Muslim world. These State of Islam crusaders understand they willingly serve in a unified campaign that will eat up three to four hundreds of years before it comes to fruition. Their icy pin-pointed eyeball to eyeball resolve is multi-generational and as cloying as it is unhealthy.

 

What is obvious in the wee small hours and funky stages of my puny personal struggle to end all armed conflict, the psychopath nadakind way to solve differences is weakening. It is becoming weedy, scrawny, and vulnerable. The wheels are coming off the machinery of war. The inability to fashion a new war plane (F-35) eating up billions of meals for the one-third of American children who go to bed with empty tummies is a major signpost for collapse. Having to steal the treasury of the American taxpayers to keep itself semi-afloat is a crash, merger and acquisition fit-a-thon, and contraction of the global war economy is still underway. An irremeable requirement to elevate corporate entities higher than human individuals is a wholesale malfunction. I contend it will return and return again with further crumpling. A POTUS who administers by executive fiat rather than political popularity and consensus building is a flop. Washington DC is a dug up graveyard of acridity and revenge.

 

I reflect how my 70-year-old brother is a WWII war baby, and I am the baby boomer. He is the techno-genius made while the atom bomb was fashioned and delivered. I am the ranch loving creative kid who grew-up in more plenty than any other generation of too many. My organic carriage remains strong, my sailor’s heart offbeat. Considering and conferring with younger warriors for peace keeps me breathing and the infernal eternal sighs manageable.

 

Via cyber borderless worldliness, I connect to new brothers and sisters, sons and daughters. My family extends into a vast array of geo-political states from Egypt to Bali to Bhutan to Fiji to Bangladesh to India to Gaza to Iran to Crimea to Latvia to Russia to England to Scotland to Iceland to Costa Rica to Guatemala to Brazil to Columbia to Ecuador to Chile to Canada to Trinidad to Cuba to Panama to France to Spain to Italy to Turkey to Tunisia to Saudi Arabia to Pakistan to Afghanistan, and even to downtown Yountville, Cali.

 

Maybe, because I reside in a vital monkey bridge country with no military and no desire to go to war about anything or anyone the vibes here beget brawny winds under my threadbare wings. I know my myopic tail is tattered and my beak now like my fingernails, brittle and thinned. Yet, somehow, I get up everyday, boot my Mac and droid, and begin again to do battle with the creeping crap the empire would have us all succumb to, sooner rather than later.

 

I repeat, why weep for Gaza?

 

Except for the grace of God, we could be the people dying from F-16s bombs, tank shelling, and naval bombardment from the fourth largest military on the planet. The resistance of Gaza procured some drones, a cache of homemade 30-year shoulder fired missiles, and novel small arms weaponry. Yet, this stuff is minute in strength and capability to admonish the State of Zion with any longstanding whipping. What the resistance offers is backbites and stings while Israel blankets Gaza with societal death.

 

What Gazans possess in resolve, prayer, and an undeniable desire to forestall a possible horrific theft of their heritage and land is gargantuan.

 

The honorable people of Gaza grip the attention of humanists around the globe. The people of Gaza 24/7 tweet, chat, and post realities in the wake of immense death machinery constantly fired. The rest of us with compassion re-tweet, re-post, and write topical tomes such as this one and march in demonstrations for peace for Gaza, and the world.

 

This is why I weep for Gaza. Not just because I am equitably overwhelmed by the IDF’s layering of death, suffering, and injury or realize we are complicit to this mass induced insanity. The Gazan toll of innocent human lives from newborn to elders corralled on a dinky gas rich seaside piece of real estate is revolting.

 

Gaza is an isolated prison of 1.8 million souls trapped on a 25-mile long by 5-mile wide strip of what was an ancient human civilization. Palestine, Gaza’s mother, is no longer contiguous because the illegal State of Zion like an utmost vile cancer commandeered the lands of the Arabs and Christians. Even human holy Jerusalem is split apart, separated by Israeli built cement high walls and checkpoints. Shitty western foreign policy in bed with the commerce of war machines is present feeding the corruption – plane by plane, bomb by bomb, advisor by advisor.

 

Maybe because I am a shit disturber, I justly weep for Gaza because unfortunately on their martyred souls humanity begins to re-awaken to its bona fide mission as a whole species – the fashioning of worldwide peace. The Rocky Mt. high Indian soothsayer, No Eyes, envisioned an eventual rising Phoenix for humanity after earthquakes, nuclear meltdowns, mass killings, wars, and major accidents – maybe it turns out the colors[1] of the bird feathers are Gaza’s?

 

As Hallmark Card as this unsanctified concept may sound to cynics and profiteers from the slaughter of babies and hope, I recognize in its spirit, the heritability of Homo sapiens sapiens. Either we inaugurate a global acceptance of peace to live in synchronization with each other and the environment, or the grandest animate natural supremacy takes action.

 

Earth, indiscriminately, across the seven continents, will terminate our stinky hateful genetic pool in favor of a more harmonious gentle DNA set.

 

I pray you weep for Gaza, for any reason.

 

Tick tock. Tick tock.

 

[1] The Palestinian flag(Arabic:علم فلسطين‎) is based on the Flag of the Arab Revolt, and is used to represent the Palestinian people (since 1964), and the State of Palestine. It is forbid to be raised by Israel. There are a litany of Israeli suppressions on Palestinians.

The flag is at tricolor of three equal horizontal stripes (black, white, and green from top to bottom) overlaid by a red triangle issuing from the hoist. These are the Pan-Arab colors. The flag is almost identical to the one of the Baath Party, and extremely similar to the flags of Jordan, and Western Sahara, all of which draw their inspiration from the Arab Revolt against Ottoman rule (1916–1918). Prior, to being the flag of Palestine, it was the flag of the short-lived Arab Federation of Iraq and Jordan. The flag of the Arab Revolt had the same graphic form, but the colors were arranged differently (white on the bottom, rather than in the middle).

 

Martyrs – Arcane Misrepresentations

The positive pole of impatience is audacity, as in confidence, not ego inflation, martyrdom, and other negative personality impinges. When one continues to blame everything else, friends, family, society, and circumstance and refuses to accept responsibility for one’s own contribution to the mess in the center in the world view the easy way out is to hang oneself on the cross - martyrs are not manufactured or fashioned from a creed or culture. Martyrs are home grown in families where children are daily blamed and shamed rather than loved, encouraged and celebrated.

Usually, someone who is rigid to the point of refusing outside professional help (therapy, 12th meetings, etc.) is a berated unloved child trapped in an adult’s body. All the blustering and anti-isms cannot provide a fertile field of self-worth. What is required is a re-build of the personality/persona to let go of the negatives and build upon a common sensible self-value.

Collective venting is an unsaid illness of the masses attracted to each other to sustain the inner rage for one, and all. An operating misplaced group hysteria of loyalty to a nationalism, a flag, a border line, a leader, a war. The oddity of this human dis-ease is it becomes brilliantly lit when standing next to humans who gently live in love and brutal honesty with themselves, and others.

What drives the boat of self-ridicule acted out as vengefulness and compulsive anti-ism is denial. The cloaking device of denial serves two purposes: to protect the little abused inner child from further hurt and ridicule and to serve as the primary line of defense to intimacy. If one can not surrender to love and compassion, one cannot be hurt – so goes the upside down thinking of the dysfunctional.

From a societal format – fascism and religiosity’s herd instinct ironically become the hotbed of martyrdom. Here bathed in the dim light of false honor willing to die for the cause the injured unloved persecuted child adult finally receives his or her just rewards – and is peer recognized.

This twisted sentient being becomes the conquering war hero from Bosnia (or #Iraq, or Nigeria, and so on), the fanatical politico, the psychopath insurgent, the western govt. worker who slays personal integrity for a regular pay warrant, the child porno dealer, the #Mexican drug lord, the revered military jet pilot bombing innocents in #Gaza, the masses who drink the Kool-aide of bias and oppression, and the warring hordes around the world who cannot tell the difference between species suicide and the holy power of non-violence.