More Than A Disgrace

Rereading Seymour Hersch in The New Yorker. Christ, it’s searing. Explain to me what the Rumsfelds of this world, the Gonzales’, explain to me what the prize is. Or is it just that when you no longer feel what other humans feel, you are capable of anything.

These mild men. Not-men. Our own, pale Eichmanns.

The roots of the Abu Ghraib prison scandal lie not in the criminal inclinations of a few Army reservist but in a decision, approved last year by Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, to expand a highly secret operation, which had been focussed on the hunt for Al Qaeda, to the interrogation of prisoner in Iraq.

According to interviews with several past and present American intelligence officials, the Pentagon’s operation, known inside the intelligence community by several code words, including Copper Green, encouraged physical coercion and sexual humiliation of Iraqi prisoners in an effort to generate more intelligence about the growing insurgency in Iraq.

“Generate more intelligence.” That’s bureaucrat for: “If you torture them, people will give up the really valuable information.”

Jesus, the gasping stupidity of it all. Continue reading “More Than A Disgrace”

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Just Shoot Me 2010, v.1

Sheria at The Examined Life posted some statistics from the Daily Kos depression poll of the century. Just as well, I need crap like this … extrapolated so as to keep it at some remove. Sanity is precious, you know,  and one wants to go on believing the best of ones’ neighbors, in both the immediate and existential sense. I have always thought that being hateful inside must be the most boring of lives. Continue reading “Just Shoot Me 2010, v.1”

The Followers of Christ Speak

Jesus
has got to do
something about Karl Rove

Oh, hell, you know and I know the web is woven with lunatics, this is by nature part of its ghastly beauty. I just happened upon the rat’s nest described below, and oh my dear, Will Jesus when He Returns please make a special trip, just for these guys? (I don’t see The Coming as a single event, but—holy crap, I just realized I am talking like one of the characters in my novel.)

You come to do this, in, ahem, maturity, you find you’ve developed the skill to both be yourself and, on another level, observe yourself, from almost an aesthetic point of view.

Or maybe this is me, and on this cool, peaceful evening, the usually separate trajectories relax and blend. What I write to you—my all-important reader—what my characters say to me … I think there’s a third meta-level hiding in here somewhere … Continue reading “The Followers of Christ Speak”

What There Is To See

Chuckling: “The failure to understand Genesis is literally “undermining the entire word of God,” Ken Ham, the founder of Answers in Genesis, says in a video. The collapse of Christianity believed to result from that failure is drawn out in a series of exhibits: school shootings, gay marriage, drugs, porn and pregnant teens.”

But what if it’s the other way round?

What if Christianity, as practiced, is a whopping failure?

That fails those in need because it has been the vehicle of men like Ken Ham, founder, who see profit and power, the toxic mix of money and ego, even in the body of the Christ.

Aw hell, Christ Himself would be bored to tears and not a little pissed with the video-taped crap of the Ken Hams of this world. Would throw their smarmy asses out of the temple—probably muttering to himself, Christ, again?—and hand the whole thing over to the women. Whom he admired, whom he was close to, and why not, would you give anything deep to men?

One feels sorry for people whose lives are run by their gonads, but you tell me, are they ever in their right mind? I think not.

Step back and for the moment ignore the fact that men have taken the role. Are they really fit ?

Or is it they who constitute the troubled, the baffled and bereft. Who bring eternal grief to the family, to the lives of women and children, to nations. Spiritually damned by that untruthful double life.

In the short time He was alive, Jesus invested in the women around him. Despite the fact they were as respected as sand fleas. Which no doubt aided the idea of his enemies that He was just some kind of nut.

But if you’re at all grown up, you know. The crazy are sane, the meek the strength of the earth, where Buddhists practice Christianity and a celibate Pope honks on and on about sex.

It would be nice to have a true church to turn to, but honey, as we know, Institutions are categorically fucked. I just got some ideas why.