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Our Imperial War Machine
(A song lyric on April 9th 2017)
Our imperial war machine is full of stupid people doing stupid things, this explaining why we have been losing all these wars for all these years and begging us to ask which of these failures will at last destroy America.
Of course we might look deeper for the reasons. Did the Babylonian Empire fall to the Assyrians just like this? Or does Caesar in his Chronicles offer better explanations? Or Shakespeare in Macbeth? But really: Why are so many stupid people here among us given the ability of doing horrid things? So really: We Americans might try looking in a mirror, and blink our eyes to come awake.
We have not loved enough; we only recently became a post-slavery society. Or not even that; In fact, our Constitution still has slavery ascribed as punishment for crime and so it is ascribed, a thousand times per day, and crimes invented for the purpose. So in this habit we regard the world: We claim “white” and claim God loves our “white” so we must kill to keep reality away, and we must fear so as to kill – quite like the overseer, shotgun loaded on his lap and trembling alone all night because the “darkies” sing beneath the moon – and such are we.
We have not loved enough; the soldier trembling in his bunk paralyzed with horrors while the general, worlds away, smiles and drinks and prays with congressmen. No care has he for the exploding packages and rapidly repeating bullets. The world has thrown away its Age Of Empires; nowadays, out to the furthest edges of the world, the last remaining swords and spears have been traded in for the exploding packages and rapidly repeating bullets. The general, worlds away, prays for another star sewn to his hat and throws the soldier's soul onto the gaming table.
We have not loved enough; money does not love us back. Money is, you know, a fantasy addictive substance yet some misadapted instinct in us shouts that it is very beautiful and very real. Still, it does not matter how you pet and preen it, with whatever artistry you earn it, nor how generously you scatter crumbs of it before the poor, nor however many dirty losers you may smash deservedly into the dust, you will never have enough. In these decades now the owners of our country fantasize they own the world and they are running mad with money lust. We admire and follow.
We have not loved enough; we rape our Holy Mother Earth. No words come to my lips for this; my heart is stopped with grief. ...[ an extensive musical passage here ]... But only this: We rape our children and our children's children as a strategy of rapine war.
Our imperial war machine is full of stupid people doing stupid things and we allow it. We let them steal our money for it. We enslave our minds and hearts and souls to them in trade for thrilling lies and blingy trinkets. We hate when hate is on the bill of fare their server hands us. We do not ask which of these stupid wars will kill us.
Or perhaps we will awake in time.
Our imperial war machine is full of stupid people doing stupid things, this explaining why we have been losing all these wars for all these years and begging us to ask which of these failures will at last destroy America.
Of course we might look deeper for the reasons. Did the Babylonian Empire fall to the Assyrians just like this? Or does Caesar in his Chronicles offer better explanations? Or Shakespeare in Macbeth? But really: Why are so many stupid people here among us given the ability of doing horrid things? So really: We Americans might try looking in a mirror, and blink our eyes to come awake.
We have not loved enough; we only recently became a post-slavery society. Or not even that; In fact, our Constitution still has slavery ascribed as punishment for crime and so it is ascribed, a thousand times per day, and crimes invented for the purpose. So in this habit we regard the world: We claim “white” and claim God loves our “white” so we must kill to keep reality away, and we must fear so as to kill – quite like the overseer, shotgun loaded on his lap and trembling alone all night because the “darkies” sing beneath the moon – and such are we.
We have not loved enough; the soldier trembling in his bunk paralyzed with horrors while the general, worlds away, smiles and drinks and prays with congressmen. No care has he for the exploding packages and rapidly repeating bullets. The world has thrown away its Age Of Empires; nowadays, out to the furthest edges of the world, the last remaining swords and spears have been traded in for the exploding packages and rapidly repeating bullets. The general, worlds away, prays for another star sewn to his hat and throws the soldier's soul onto the gaming table.
We have not loved enough; money does not love us back. Money is, you know, a fantasy addictive substance yet some misadapted instinct in us shouts that it is very beautiful and very real. Still, it does not matter how you pet and preen it, with whatever artistry you earn it, nor how generously you scatter crumbs of it before the poor, nor however many dirty losers you may smash deservedly into the dust, you will never have enough. In these decades now the owners of our country fantasize they own the world and they are running mad with money lust. We admire and follow.
We have not loved enough; we rape our Holy Mother Earth. No words come to my lips for this; my heart is stopped with grief. ...[ an extensive musical passage here ]... But only this: We rape our children and our children's children as a strategy of rapine war.
Our imperial war machine is full of stupid people doing stupid things and we allow it. We let them steal our money for it. We enslave our minds and hearts and souls to them in trade for thrilling lies and blingy trinkets. We hate when hate is on the bill of fare their server hands us. We do not ask which of these stupid wars will kill us.
Or perhaps we will awake in time.
Shock And Awe
(A war poem in 2003)
Here's a poem I did in 2003 a little after George W. Bush's criminal invasion of Iraq. I'm posting it now, just after Donald Trump's criminal bomb attack in Syria, as a flashback reminder that a huge disaster ensued.
Here's a combat story from Iraq that I heard on National Public Radio one morning.
The report was very brief so please forgive me if I have to fill in some details. That's really what you do with a radio story anyway and the incident apparently was pretty typical; so I probably can't go very far wrong.
Anyway, the lead point element of one of our mechanized divisions has reached their current designated spot on the road to Baghdad. They halt, drive off the road and they form up their vehicles around the landscape like they should. The commanding officer of course naturally sends some guys out in tanks and Bradley armored vehicles to scout ahead a certain distance up the road. The radio reporter happened to be a passenger in one of those particular Bradleys so he tells about this.
So pretty soon they spot a major ambush attempt. Our guys, well trained and still alert despite the sleepless grind, see it in time with their computerized vision screens. The enemy has put some tanks, maybe half a dozen tanks, probably big T-72's I guess, lying in wait, hiding in among the little houses and the little mosque and palm trees of one of those dusty little adobe desert villages.
Our guys stop and deploy and – while they're still maneuvering outside of the enemy's effective range – they pop all the enemy tanks with one round each. They all explode and burn. That's good shooting. And pretty quick our guys are on their way again.
Now here's the thing. They go as far forward as they're supposed to go and turn around so now they're rolling back. They reach the ambush site again. Now here's one single enemy soldier left alive, all alone on foot, and he starts shooting at their armored vehicles with an ordinary AK47 rifle.
They pop him with a cannon round.
That's what we're calling “shock and awe”.
Here's a poem I did in 2003 a little after George W. Bush's criminal invasion of Iraq. I'm posting it now, just after Donald Trump's criminal bomb attack in Syria, as a flashback reminder that a huge disaster ensued.
Here's a combat story from Iraq that I heard on National Public Radio one morning.
The report was very brief so please forgive me if I have to fill in some details. That's really what you do with a radio story anyway and the incident apparently was pretty typical; so I probably can't go very far wrong.
Anyway, the lead point element of one of our mechanized divisions has reached their current designated spot on the road to Baghdad. They halt, drive off the road and they form up their vehicles around the landscape like they should. The commanding officer of course naturally sends some guys out in tanks and Bradley armored vehicles to scout ahead a certain distance up the road. The radio reporter happened to be a passenger in one of those particular Bradleys so he tells about this.
So pretty soon they spot a major ambush attempt. Our guys, well trained and still alert despite the sleepless grind, see it in time with their computerized vision screens. The enemy has put some tanks, maybe half a dozen tanks, probably big T-72's I guess, lying in wait, hiding in among the little houses and the little mosque and palm trees of one of those dusty little adobe desert villages.
Our guys stop and deploy and – while they're still maneuvering outside of the enemy's effective range – they pop all the enemy tanks with one round each. They all explode and burn. That's good shooting. And pretty quick our guys are on their way again.
Now here's the thing. They go as far forward as they're supposed to go and turn around so now they're rolling back. They reach the ambush site again. Now here's one single enemy soldier left alive, all alone on foot, and he starts shooting at their armored vehicles with an ordinary AK47 rifle.
They pop him with a cannon round.
That's what we're calling “shock and awe”.
Drone Strike In North Waziristan
(A painting and poem)
Alright, so it's April 15, 2017, a sunny morning, and WAR – cruel stupid evil WAR – is with us. Long ago I resolved resistance to war with every strength I can muster, resolved it solemnly half a century ago at the entry to my adulthood. So today here I am again offering you one of my best pieces of war resistance art, even though I mainly mean this blog for publishing new material. The poem is below the picture.
"Drone Strike In North Waziristan" painting by Stone Riley (C) 2012
This painting is often shown at the artist's anti-war poetry and story performances.
The Painting's Website ... ... ... A Small Poster
Drone Strike In North Waziristan – The Poem
My son and his wife just had a baby, a beautiful new astonishing human child.
Last month two women went out to a water well at night and were rendered into bloody pieces.
I cannot pretend that these two things are different sorts of things, pretend that they are not the same type and quality of fact, for they are human facts.
I cannot say, Oh one is mine and one not mine, for my one human heart strains to encompass both
and strains to examine them with the fear and hope and joy and shame and trembling pity that are all alike the province of one heart.
Alright, so it's April 15, 2017, a sunny morning, and WAR – cruel stupid evil WAR – is with us. Long ago I resolved resistance to war with every strength I can muster, resolved it solemnly half a century ago at the entry to my adulthood. So today here I am again offering you one of my best pieces of war resistance art, even though I mainly mean this blog for publishing new material. The poem is below the picture.
"Drone Strike In North Waziristan" painting by Stone Riley (C) 2012
This painting is often shown at the artist's anti-war poetry and story performances.
The Painting's Website ... ... ... A Small Poster
Drone Strike In North Waziristan – The Poem
My son and his wife just had a baby, a beautiful new astonishing human child.
Last month two women went out to a water well at night and were rendered into bloody pieces.
I cannot pretend that these two things are different sorts of things, pretend that they are not the same type and quality of fact, for they are human facts.
I cannot say, Oh one is mine and one not mine, for my one human heart strains to encompass both
and strains to examine them with the fear and hope and joy and shame and trembling pity that are all alike the province of one heart.
Climate Confusion
(C) 2017 by S.Riley
First let's admit that man-made climate change is preposterous.
If the idea is not preposterous then why don't any ancient books mention it? It is not mentioned in the Bible, nor the ancient Greek authors, nor the Norse sagas nor Aztec inscriptions, nor old Chinese scrolls so far as I have ever heard. All of that is a vast and varied catalog of human thoughts where the idea of man-made climate change apparently does not appear. Though I am not a scholar of science fiction, my impression is that it did not even appear in science fiction until it first became well known science. It looks like this possibility never crossed our minds before.
So let's agree it is preposterous even though we know that it is true, and let's admit this is a difficulty.
Next let's admit that for the great majority of Americans today, their personal experience has not yet produced solid evidence. Even if a storm or drought or wildfire has destroyed their livelihood or their home and people, let us admit that a typical American's personal experience does not so far logically add up to this enormous proposition of man-made climate change.
For contrast, consider an old American person who has carefully watched the weather for decades, maybe a wise old farmer, sailor or aviator. I am sure they have personally observed sufficient evidence over the length of their lifetime. Otherwise, most of us in our country are so insulated from Nature that our life experience has not yet been enough to clearly show the climate curve.
Now moving on, let us reluctantly admit that you and I – although we know man-made climate change is real and a pressing threat to humanity's survival – on those occasions when we find ourselves talking with a skeptic, we haven't got the slightest notion of how to be persuasive. We will likely wander off into a vague search for what to say.
One cause of that difficulty can be quite embarrassing. If the skeptic who we're talking with is well prepared, it quickly becomes obvious that we have not kept up with the flood of pertinent information. Do solar panels or fracked gas cost less in dollars now? Does the newest design of windmills still slaughter birds? Given the recent observations in Antarctica, how fast are the oceans rising? What about sun spots? In a conversation with a well prepared skeptic we're always wishing for some piece of information that we haven't got.
Another conversation stumbling block: there are many other apocalypses in America's imagination. So how should we reply when a skeptic mockingly compares climate change with the zombie apocalypse? More seriously, if your skeptic worries most about overpopulation and resource depletion leading to nuclear war, do we have some strategy for adding climate change to their urgent list? What if biblical Armageddon looms large in their thoughts? What if they expect a final race war to solve it all? What if they cherish faith that billionaires will swoop like superheroes to the planet's rescue?
There we've reached the hardest problem: political deadlock. In America right now, the faiths in (1.) Biblical Armageddon, (2.) Total race war, and (3.) The virtuous triumph of greed, are very active political forces. These three old fantasies rise from deep in America's long choosing to be either fascist or free. Currently they are spun into the warp and weft of our urgent struggle between totalitarian capitalism and democratic socialism. And those three fantasies weave a fabric of illusion that resists our demand for America to face reality.
But now, since I'm saying it is good to face reality, then what about the other hardest problem? The one that you and I don't like to talk about: there is a very hard truth that deeply motivates a lot of climate skepticism, a piece of reality which we climate realists almost never mention: the lonely grief of losing Earth.
Many climate skeptics feel we are accusing them of murdering Mother Nature and they deny the charge with any arguments that come to hand. Meanwhile, we realists often react to our growing personal sensation of horrid anguish – and our own personal portion of the guilt – by displacing desperate anger onto our opponents. And overall, America is so divorced from Nature, so unfamiliar with instinctive human pagan animism, that we have no words of our own to talk about this spiritual agony.
What else should I say? Now that some disconcerting difficulties have been listed, what proposals do I offer?
A first suggestion is quite easy: we do not need to convince people that man-made climate change is real. That is not necessary. Let me repeat: it is not necessary for you or I to convince anyone that man-made climate change is real.
Instead, you and I should do this: first study what changes in America the experts on our side are now proposing as response to climate change. Then, do our best to persuade people that those changes will help with America's other urgent problems too.
Check back with the difficulties listed above and you'll see that this conversational gambit would help with several of them. It will also be easy for us to do because it's true. A host of lovely and practical improvements in our country are now being proposed as serious response to climate change, everything from just really practicing democracy wherever we can, to eating good food and being neighborly. We will even be getting with our team when we use the conversational tactic of emphasizing this, because many experts on our side are already using it.
Then what about the flood of climate change factual information, the fact that you and I cannot possibly keep up with it in its huge complexity, and the humiliating way a well prepared skeptic can run rings around us in conversation by using lies and misdirections that are simpler? Is there some way to bandage this embarrassment?
A conversation with my dear father forty years ago – he being then a wise old farmer and aviator – has given me a very simple proof of the reality of man-made climate change. This is not to say it convinces well prepared skeptics, but so far I have found that it has always made them feel a hole has been punched in their carefully polished armor of falsehoods. It is true and it is obviously true and it works like a straightforward end run around their line.
All you say is this: “Ever since modern industry first began – for the last few hundred years – our society has been pumping vast amounts of smoke into the air, and doing so at a constantly increasing pace. Now the idea that ALL THAT SMOKE has somehow NOT changed the weather is ridiculous.” Say that clearly, enunciating clearly, and at least you'll see them stop and catch their breath and suddenly dodge.
Now it's time to bring this little essay to a close. I will undoubtedly find more to say in other places about these perplexing difficulties that I've listed here but at this time I am seeing just one of the items above that must be the subject of this essay's closing paragraph.
The bewildering and increasing spiritual agony of losing Earth: what shall we do with this? This is a subject for the arts. This is a hard problem requiring multiple leaps of deep awareness, exactly the kind of problem of cognition that has forced our species to evolve the ability of doing art. Me, so far I am composing a one-act play, perhaps including music, to explore this foggy ground. I've also written here and there about it, and read a bit of that material with an audience. I hope you will accept this challenge in whatever work you do.
First let's admit that man-made climate change is preposterous.
If the idea is not preposterous then why don't any ancient books mention it? It is not mentioned in the Bible, nor the ancient Greek authors, nor the Norse sagas nor Aztec inscriptions, nor old Chinese scrolls so far as I have ever heard. All of that is a vast and varied catalog of human thoughts where the idea of man-made climate change apparently does not appear. Though I am not a scholar of science fiction, my impression is that it did not even appear in science fiction until it first became well known science. It looks like this possibility never crossed our minds before.
So let's agree it is preposterous even though we know that it is true, and let's admit this is a difficulty.
Next let's admit that for the great majority of Americans today, their personal experience has not yet produced solid evidence. Even if a storm or drought or wildfire has destroyed their livelihood or their home and people, let us admit that a typical American's personal experience does not so far logically add up to this enormous proposition of man-made climate change.
For contrast, consider an old American person who has carefully watched the weather for decades, maybe a wise old farmer, sailor or aviator. I am sure they have personally observed sufficient evidence over the length of their lifetime. Otherwise, most of us in our country are so insulated from Nature that our life experience has not yet been enough to clearly show the climate curve.
Now moving on, let us reluctantly admit that you and I – although we know man-made climate change is real and a pressing threat to humanity's survival – on those occasions when we find ourselves talking with a skeptic, we haven't got the slightest notion of how to be persuasive. We will likely wander off into a vague search for what to say.
One cause of that difficulty can be quite embarrassing. If the skeptic who we're talking with is well prepared, it quickly becomes obvious that we have not kept up with the flood of pertinent information. Do solar panels or fracked gas cost less in dollars now? Does the newest design of windmills still slaughter birds? Given the recent observations in Antarctica, how fast are the oceans rising? What about sun spots? In a conversation with a well prepared skeptic we're always wishing for some piece of information that we haven't got.
Another conversation stumbling block: there are many other apocalypses in America's imagination. So how should we reply when a skeptic mockingly compares climate change with the zombie apocalypse? More seriously, if your skeptic worries most about overpopulation and resource depletion leading to nuclear war, do we have some strategy for adding climate change to their urgent list? What if biblical Armageddon looms large in their thoughts? What if they expect a final race war to solve it all? What if they cherish faith that billionaires will swoop like superheroes to the planet's rescue?
There we've reached the hardest problem: political deadlock. In America right now, the faiths in (1.) Biblical Armageddon, (2.) Total race war, and (3.) The virtuous triumph of greed, are very active political forces. These three old fantasies rise from deep in America's long choosing to be either fascist or free. Currently they are spun into the warp and weft of our urgent struggle between totalitarian capitalism and democratic socialism. And those three fantasies weave a fabric of illusion that resists our demand for America to face reality.
But now, since I'm saying it is good to face reality, then what about the other hardest problem? The one that you and I don't like to talk about: there is a very hard truth that deeply motivates a lot of climate skepticism, a piece of reality which we climate realists almost never mention: the lonely grief of losing Earth.
Many climate skeptics feel we are accusing them of murdering Mother Nature and they deny the charge with any arguments that come to hand. Meanwhile, we realists often react to our growing personal sensation of horrid anguish – and our own personal portion of the guilt – by displacing desperate anger onto our opponents. And overall, America is so divorced from Nature, so unfamiliar with instinctive human pagan animism, that we have no words of our own to talk about this spiritual agony.
What else should I say? Now that some disconcerting difficulties have been listed, what proposals do I offer?
A first suggestion is quite easy: we do not need to convince people that man-made climate change is real. That is not necessary. Let me repeat: it is not necessary for you or I to convince anyone that man-made climate change is real.
Instead, you and I should do this: first study what changes in America the experts on our side are now proposing as response to climate change. Then, do our best to persuade people that those changes will help with America's other urgent problems too.
Check back with the difficulties listed above and you'll see that this conversational gambit would help with several of them. It will also be easy for us to do because it's true. A host of lovely and practical improvements in our country are now being proposed as serious response to climate change, everything from just really practicing democracy wherever we can, to eating good food and being neighborly. We will even be getting with our team when we use the conversational tactic of emphasizing this, because many experts on our side are already using it.
Then what about the flood of climate change factual information, the fact that you and I cannot possibly keep up with it in its huge complexity, and the humiliating way a well prepared skeptic can run rings around us in conversation by using lies and misdirections that are simpler? Is there some way to bandage this embarrassment?
A conversation with my dear father forty years ago – he being then a wise old farmer and aviator – has given me a very simple proof of the reality of man-made climate change. This is not to say it convinces well prepared skeptics, but so far I have found that it has always made them feel a hole has been punched in their carefully polished armor of falsehoods. It is true and it is obviously true and it works like a straightforward end run around their line.
All you say is this: “Ever since modern industry first began – for the last few hundred years – our society has been pumping vast amounts of smoke into the air, and doing so at a constantly increasing pace. Now the idea that ALL THAT SMOKE has somehow NOT changed the weather is ridiculous.” Say that clearly, enunciating clearly, and at least you'll see them stop and catch their breath and suddenly dodge.
Now it's time to bring this little essay to a close. I will undoubtedly find more to say in other places about these perplexing difficulties that I've listed here but at this time I am seeing just one of the items above that must be the subject of this essay's closing paragraph.
The bewildering and increasing spiritual agony of losing Earth: what shall we do with this? This is a subject for the arts. This is a hard problem requiring multiple leaps of deep awareness, exactly the kind of problem of cognition that has forced our species to evolve the ability of doing art. Me, so far I am composing a one-act play, perhaps including music, to explore this foggy ground. I've also written here and there about it, and read a bit of that material with an audience. I hope you will accept this challenge in whatever work you do.
A Beautiful Resistance But
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Mid-January 2018
Suppose this week there is what's called a “town hall” kind of public political meeting and I attend. Suppose, as he surely will, Mr. Trump is opened for discussion and suppose, as undoubtedly it will, my hand goes up asking for a turn to speak. Suppose my old gray head, as perhaps it might, attracts the attention of the moderators so there is a moment when a microphone is held in front of me.
And suppose the moderators give each citizen a reasonable amount of time; if the citizen is sane, intelligent and courteous let's say maybe twenty breaths of time. What will I say?
You understand, this is only slightly hypothetical. Some time this year it's fairly certain I'll be present at some similar event, Mr. Trump will be discussed and I will have a chance to speak maybe twenty breaths if I am very sane, intelligent and courteous.
If it's this week here is what I'll say.
“My name is Stone Riley. I'm an old man member of Veterans For Peace. Did six years U.S. Army during the Vietnam war and fate had it that I did not go to Vietnam. On the other hand a friend – a fellow soldier where I was – was sent to Nam … and promptly … killed … for nothing. That is why I am a veteran for peace.
“So now I need to tell you … the resistance to Trump is beautiful. The resistance to Trump is beautiful! But … please remember!
“Please remember that grotesque individual is only one piece of our nation's great troubles.
“Like, this week we celebrated the birthday of Doctor King. And Doctor King said the United States is the greatest … purveyor … of violence … in the world.
“True then and true today for if you add up our government's so-called 'defense' expenditures – add in the amazingly expensive so-called 'intelligence' programs, the atom bomb programs, the flood of weapons given out around the world (and to police forces here), the endless aircraft carriers and multi-million dollar warplanes, add it all up and our government's war expenses equal the rest of the world.
“Yet still this week, the Democrats in Congress – and Republicans in Congress, almost every one of both – are jumping up saying … More!
“Almost every one of both are saying we must give trillions more to the war profiteers. Because, they say, somehow, our safety depends on the war profiteers.
“Our resistance to Trump is beautiful! But please remember! That grotesque individual is only one piece of our nation's great sorrows.
“Thank you for listening to me! Thank you for the microphone.”
Mid-January 2018
Suppose this week there is what's called a “town hall” kind of public political meeting and I attend. Suppose, as he surely will, Mr. Trump is opened for discussion and suppose, as undoubtedly it will, my hand goes up asking for a turn to speak. Suppose my old gray head, as perhaps it might, attracts the attention of the moderators so there is a moment when a microphone is held in front of me.
And suppose the moderators give each citizen a reasonable amount of time; if the citizen is sane, intelligent and courteous let's say maybe twenty breaths of time. What will I say?
You understand, this is only slightly hypothetical. Some time this year it's fairly certain I'll be present at some similar event, Mr. Trump will be discussed and I will have a chance to speak maybe twenty breaths if I am very sane, intelligent and courteous.
If it's this week here is what I'll say.
“My name is Stone Riley. I'm an old man member of Veterans For Peace. Did six years U.S. Army during the Vietnam war and fate had it that I did not go to Vietnam. On the other hand a friend – a fellow soldier where I was – was sent to Nam … and promptly … killed … for nothing. That is why I am a veteran for peace.
“So now I need to tell you … the resistance to Trump is beautiful. The resistance to Trump is beautiful! But … please remember!
“Please remember that grotesque individual is only one piece of our nation's great troubles.
“Like, this week we celebrated the birthday of Doctor King. And Doctor King said the United States is the greatest … purveyor … of violence … in the world.
“True then and true today for if you add up our government's so-called 'defense' expenditures – add in the amazingly expensive so-called 'intelligence' programs, the atom bomb programs, the flood of weapons given out around the world (and to police forces here), the endless aircraft carriers and multi-million dollar warplanes, add it all up and our government's war expenses equal the rest of the world.
“Yet still this week, the Democrats in Congress – and Republicans in Congress, almost every one of both – are jumping up saying … More!
“Almost every one of both are saying we must give trillions more to the war profiteers. Because, they say, somehow, our safety depends on the war profiteers.
“Our resistance to Trump is beautiful! But please remember! That grotesque individual is only one piece of our nation's great sorrows.
“Thank you for listening to me! Thank you for the microphone.”
Abu Ghraib In Texas
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Abu Ghraib In Texas
HORROR!! – Just fifteen short years ago our U.S.A. government attacked and conquered Iraq FOR OIL = FOR MONEY, for wealth, for their billionaire selves personally and for their billionaire friends and families, invasion and slaughter for wealth for those who rule our country. And now see how fast the rot of mindless terror spreads when first you practice the supreme crime of war for money! Now, just fifteen short years later, the United Nations human rights authority is publicly and officially WARNING our U.S.A. government to STOP TORTURING CHILDREN!!!
Remember our U.S. ARMY'S torture laboratory prison at Abu Ghraib in Iraq, starting right from the start of our invasion of Iraq? Remember that? Remember the horrifying photos of horrible abuse in Abu Ghraib, photos that were opened to the light of news just eleven years ago, and how those photos shook our nation?
But now it's Abu Ghraib in Texas, at an empty Walmart store, with babies. Eyewitness report by U.S. government official... Children three years old and up, having no one and nothing but a cheap blanket, in a state of shock, lined up for food in a cage.
U.S. government eyewitness to Texas horror...
Quick shocking interview... https://crooksandliars.com/cltv/2018/...
Protest at the scene... https://crooksandliars.com/2018/06/un...
Report on the U.N. official warning...
https://www.alternet.org/news-amp-pol...
Excellent detail coverage of the issue...
https://www.democracynow.org/2018/6/5...
Abu Ghraib torture history...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abu_Ghr...
Our ruling class responds today by offering to sell us utter supine stupidity, for forty dollars plus shipping and handling...
Trumpy Bear advert... https://gettrumpybear.com/
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Abu Ghraib In Texas
HORROR!! – Just fifteen short years ago our U.S.A. government attacked and conquered Iraq FOR OIL = FOR MONEY, for wealth, for their billionaire selves personally and for their billionaire friends and families, invasion and slaughter for wealth for those who rule our country. And now see how fast the rot of mindless terror spreads when first you practice the supreme crime of war for money! Now, just fifteen short years later, the United Nations human rights authority is publicly and officially WARNING our U.S.A. government to STOP TORTURING CHILDREN!!!
Remember our U.S. ARMY'S torture laboratory prison at Abu Ghraib in Iraq, starting right from the start of our invasion of Iraq? Remember that? Remember the horrifying photos of horrible abuse in Abu Ghraib, photos that were opened to the light of news just eleven years ago, and how those photos shook our nation?
But now it's Abu Ghraib in Texas, at an empty Walmart store, with babies. Eyewitness report by U.S. government official... Children three years old and up, having no one and nothing but a cheap blanket, in a state of shock, lined up for food in a cage.
U.S. government eyewitness to Texas horror...
Quick shocking interview... https://crooksandliars.com/cltv/2018/...
Protest at the scene... https://crooksandliars.com/2018/06/un...
Report on the U.N. official warning...
https://www.alternet.org/news-amp-pol...
Excellent detail coverage of the issue...
https://www.democracynow.org/2018/6/5...
Abu Ghraib torture history...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abu_Ghr...
Our ruling class responds today by offering to sell us utter supine stupidity, for forty dollars plus shipping and handling...
Trumpy Bear advert... https://gettrumpybear.com/
Stone Riley's Shoebox
A poet writing essays. Why the title? You know you keep a large size shoe box with all those creative ideas and suchlike stuff scribbled on the back of electric bill envelopes?
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