Wednesday, February 28

If I Were Commander In Chief

I'm no Bonapart but it seems that we are seriously misusing our military resources. Exposing them to the chaos that is Baghdad is madness. The worst case scenario is what our commander in chief has strategized us into. Patroling urban scenes where the insurgents blend in with the general populace is the most difficult way of winning the hearts and minds of occupied people. It makes our soldiers sitting ducks and exposes their equipment to abuse and destruction.
We need to get our troops out of all the cities and towns and use them to seal the Syrian and Iranian borders. Such prepositioning of troops would be a good idea if Mr. Bush and his advisors are seriously trying to provoke a war with Iran. Even if they have no intention of attacking Iran such a move makes more sense because our troops would be able to slow the flow of Jihadists who want to join the struggle to chase us out. Out in the open our air superiority would make it much easier for our troops to be successful in choking off the supply lines. The insurgents already in country would have to leave their human shields behind. The rest of the people would have to find a way of settling their differences. If they can't live together they're free to segregate themselves as they see fit. We have no business trying to tell them how to run their lives. Hell, the fools in Washington don't even know how to protect our freedoms here. I think we need to remind them that they have the right to shut the fuck up!
Does the fact that such a move has not been made prove that their is no intention of attacking Iran? The answer would be easier to determine if the Bushites weren't so incompetent.

Thursday, February 22

Freedom to Sin

Politicians who pander to the religious right (RR) are a greater threat to our freedom than the so-called insurgents in Iraq. The agenda of the RR is to enact laws that criminalize sin. The most basic freedom we have is the right to sin. Without that freedom how in hell are we free? The state imposed piety that the holier-than-thou crowd would legislate doesn't allow for personal responsibility.
So, while the Sunni And the Shia are busily beating the shit out of each other on the other side of the globe, the Publican* party has been conspiring with the RR to limit our freedoms until they fit within their narrow view of piety.

* The Republicans are quite fond of annoying Democrats by calling them the "Democrat Party," do you suppose they would mind being called the Publican Party? If you don't know the meaning of the word, by all means look it up!

Wednesday, February 21

If 6 is 9, 8 is eternity

Mountains of Madness

Pipe Dream

Saguaro Surprise

Spheres of Confluence 2 (Where's Spiderman?)

Saturday, February 17

I AM!

Lights and colors blazing in the gallery,
Cars outside
Whizzing by on rain soaked street,
A hissing crescendo
Buzzing above driving bass runs.
Speedway on a rainy day
And the thunder shouts “I am!”
A bus zooms by,
a blur of faces shouting

“I am!” in the nebulous afternoon.
Am I awake?………I am!
How real is real?……………..…. I am!
When I sleep at night
I visit various worlds-
Are they real?………………...… I am!
Is my sleeping body real?……… I am!
Rain is falling harder now,
Blurring what was clear.

Outside shadows hurry by, whispering i am!
Before a gray backdrop,
Images in a dream of major proportions.
I am The Creator’s daydream,
a bit part in the master plot;.
Improvisational theater extended to its existential extremity.

A couple of horns blare “I Am!” above the rhythms
of the boisterous boulevard;
announcing the Sun’s cameo appearance in the afternoon’s show.
Clouds are back now…
Raindrops falling
Like notes from Garcia’s guitar-
Musical magic painting pictures on my eyelids.

Stuck inside a polychrome cube,
Wandering Jews dripping from ceramic pots-
Hazy shapes define themselves
Inside the cube with radiant reds and oozing blues.

Gone are the days of red grenadine,
Tequila sunrises,
Pepto-Bismol skies
Dismal drunkard cries………………………”A Yam!”

Cannabis collages in smoky blue
The boys from San Francisco
Roll away the dew

In the end it’s only you
Who can say “I Am!”

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Wednesday, February 7

Spheres of Confluence

Particularly
Speaking of convergences
Micro/Macro view

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Real Support

The chicken hawks in the Republican Party seem to think that patriotism means sending other people’s children to fight for our standard of living and letting somebody else pay for it. Mr. Bush refuses to ask those who have profited most to sacrifice any of the tax breaks that have gone to benefit his “people, the haves and the have mores.” I would like to ask the bellicose “patriots” if they would be willing to pay higher taxes in order to support the war with more than hot air. It’s easy to support a war when all it costs you is the carbon dioxide you exhale as you flap your gums. Those who are unwilling to put their money where their mouths are don’t deserve to be taken seriously. If you really want to support the war, tell me how much more you’re willing to pay in taxes for that support.