Sunday, May 14, 2006

Mother's Day

How did we get away from the original intent of Howe's mother's day proclamation to a now corporate event of sell sell sell and buy buy buy? Oh and do not forget to make those intercepted phone calls....

I cry for those mommy's who have lost their children in the mad shrub's so-called war....

Let's take back mother's day when we take back our country from these #$$%#&$*&(^

Mother's Day Proclamation - 1870
by Julia Ward Howe


Arise then...women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
"We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country,
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."

From the voice of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with
Our own. It says: "Disarm! Disarm!
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
Blood does not wipe our dishonor,
Nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil
At the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home
For a great and earnest day of counsel.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace...
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God -
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality,
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.


Peace

Friday, May 12, 2006

Has Hell Frozen Over?

The shrub's popularity rating has gone down to 29%. This is below freezing Fahrenheit...and I guess maybe he is waiting for the Centigrade rating before he does something to "warm" us up.....That's the scary part- with Rove now sort of admitting he will be indicted, ratings below 30% [and that was before the phone tapping information] I worry that the shrub will bomb the hell out of anyone - just to change the topics of conversation and make himself a "new" war president...and that's when hell will freeze over - and all hell will break loose.

Does he care? No- and that's why I think he should be committed. He is insane and certifiable. And as he again "beats" Daddy y having a lower poll rating - it is time to really really worry.... This is not just a grown child with a daddy complex - this is a seriously disturbed individual who has no conscience, no morality and just wants to rule the world and kill anyone who gets in his way....

See my previous post re Hitler and Geroge in the September 2005 archives - that's the analogy going on right now.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Save the Internet

Don't let those nasty corporations get their dirty hands on this communication system.


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Monday, April 24, 2006

The Decider

We have a very disturbed person in the White House. All my psychological training leads me to say this.

Yes we all talk to ourselves but it's not all the time and not often out loud. When you hear voices - it's time for a realty check before you believe them. Not the shrub. He actually believes that "his" g-d is talking to him. He does not feel he needs to check with anyone else about this little voice in his head.

Nothing wrong with hearing voices either - it's sort of like fantasies - they themselves are not bad - our minds are very creative. I tell all my clients that. BUT - you DO NOT ACT OUT YOUR fantasies, dreams, voices, etc. Acting out these voices and fantasies is a sign of a disturbed person. The shrub needs to be locked up. He is a danger to himself and others. Those are grounds for involuntary commitment. He needs to be in St. E's - not in the White House. Where is the person willing to try and get him committed? Others in DC are committed for these reasons - why not the shrub?

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Songs and Poems are Needed Again

We need to bring back some of the poems and songs of previous wars - lest we forget the awfulness of what has gone on before - and is going on now. "Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it" - like shrubs who do not read history and those who think they can do better than real warriors and military strategists.

I was doing the NYT puzzle and one clue led me to this poem - the Latin title is from Horace and can be translated as "it is sweet and appropriate to die for your country." Let those who agree with Horace trade places with our children in Iraq.

Dulce et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! —An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, —
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.