Saturday, December 31, 2005

The Only Food That Hangs In the Air After You've Eaten It...


Now I've heard it all!
The magic medicine: Kimchi!
Many moons ago in the "land of the
Morning Calm," a good bowl of kimchi
would clear out the room--no questions
asked!
Kimchi, for those who have not fallen
under its spell, was the staple food for
literally millions of Koreans. Kimchi spelled
survival through "the hard times", the periods
between the spring and fall crops when there
was nothing to eat. To understand what kimchi
is and what it means to the average Korean, think
of the role potatoes played during the Irish famine...

Kimchi requires elaborate preparation. Basically,
it is a melange of cabbage, garlic, fish sauce, ginger, onions,
and lot's of pepper.

Originally, it was prepared and buried in earthenware pots
in the ground and allowed to ferment.

Today, it is eaten as a favorite food at any time...

In the military, if you worked for the US Army, you were
not allowed to partake of kimchi during working hours...
And if you violated that rule, everyone was the wiser.
Kimchi produces its own aftermath that hung in the air
hours after someone having eaten it had left.
It was that strong!

Eventually, when the people could afford to buy noodles and
other favorites, they still nurtured a taste for this food which
was to become a delicacy.

In fact, as a favor to my friends, I would send jars of it through
the mail to Koreans who couldn't get this spicy food in their
adopted lands...

That's why today's revelation that Kimchi might hold the answer to
the flu virus has caused demand for this delicacy to escalate with jars
literally flying off importer's shelves.

Why not, I ask, considering that the old stand-by chicken soup seems to be
good for just about everything else. Maybe it is time for a new player
to hog center stage and why shouldn't it be the Asian equivalent of chicken
soup. Stranger things have happened! And if it works, more power to the
stuff that no only clears sinuses but also rooms at a moment's notice.

Now, if it only removed mold.


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What looks like a box...
Smells like a lox
And flies?


A FLYING LOX BOX, silly!
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There was a Young Turk from D.C.
Who thought from government he'd flee
He'd escape all his taxes
By moving to Texas
But the IRS caught him
and cut him off at the knees... Posted by Picasa

The Patriot's Act


les aaron

There were two ladies from New York
Who wanted an intimate talk
They reached for their phones...
Emitted a moan
When they realized the fact
That the Patriot's Act
Had violated their
Privacy zones...



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Medicare...


There was an old chap
from Syracuse
Whose Medical Plan
was of no use
Whose unique exercise
Led to his demise
Cause his family lacked
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Friday, December 30, 2005

By way of explanation. Okay, I was playing Word Games...
"La Ultima Lasgrima de los Estados Unidos" was a take-off on
the Last Days of the Moors after they were eclipsed by
the Crusaders in Southern Spain. What I was suggesting was that
there is nothing new under the sun. That Boabdil, the last Moorish King,
was about to lose it all. But before we knock the Moors, let's not forget
that the Moors brought the bibliotecha, the library, and Algebra to Alhambra.
Before that,the priests couldn't even work with numbers because they had no
concept of "zero." Nor should we forget that Iraq figured large in
the progress made in uniting Europe and bringing order to the land
with the translations of Roman texts by the Arabs and Jews who
lived side by side in an environment of peace and understanding.

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A Place of New Beginnings



A time of New Beginnings...

Everybody should have their own mountain to climb...
A place mysterious
And shrouded in mist
Like my own...

A place where you can breathe fresh air
And find new life for your ageing bones...
A place to take the tempo of things
During those times when you may be most unsure
About your personal mission

At such times,
one must reach deep
Within one's self
To find the courage to meet new challenges,
To reach the next plateau

In the endless quest...
It is a place of new beginnings
that foster hope
And, perhaps, that is all that
one can look forward to...
If one is lucky enough
to find one's own mountain... Posted by Picasa

Thank you Shakespeare!

Whenever I feel outnumbered, outclased, beset by the opposition, depressed that we are so few, I get out my St. Crispen's day speech and I find it a tonic for the soul--to me the best War speech ever written... I would like to share it with you. If you have never read it or read it back in school, it is worth reading and re-reading in times like this...

les Aaron


St. Crispen's Day Speech
William Shakespeare, 1599
Enter the KING
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day! KING. What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin; If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more methinks would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse; We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.' Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words- Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester- Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Electronic Version January, 1998
The Chivalry Bookshelf
http://www.chronique.com
The Knighthood, Tournaments & Chivalry Resource Library

"Happy New Year!"

Please pass this around...


Everybody's writing something about the New Year...
Although I feel lucky to be alive considering what this year was like,
I am at odds with the idea of writing something inspirational although
I would like to feel that way.
The reason is that while we would like to focus on all of the indictments,
the investigations, the accusations being launched against these mothers of
all mothers...I am not convinced at this point that justice will play out.

After all, look at how we were taken advantage of this year in every way you can
imagine. How many stood up and said this is bloody wrong.
You could have filled space with the vacuum.
Where are those wonderful orators who could eloquently address
the problems. Where are all those who wanted to be president last election...where are they now? Where are even the fair-minded Republicans?

I feel soiled to know that the NYTimes sat on the story of snooping on American citizens for
an entire year--they sat on it through the election.
Where are the Federal prosecutors who want to see justice done...
Where is our Supreme Court when push comes to shove...
We all know the answer to that.
Where are the people who want to get rid of the phony voting machines
that can give you any result you want. Where are they?
Why isn't the media all worked up about what's wrong in this country?
Why aren't those who can do something about it up in arms about all
the jobs going to these flea bitten countries? Why aren't we up in arms
about the Fast Track powers we've given to this imposter who has no
loyalty to this country? Where are those who can punish this cabal
who wants to impose coal poisoning once again upon us?
Where are those who from the pharmaceutical companies or the FDA who
will tell the truth about what drugs really cost? There must be at least one honest
drug official? Why isn't he blowing the whistle? Why is our government persisting
in its failed attack on a nation that posed no threat to us and ignored the people
who want to see us dead? Why do we want to destroy the environment for less than
a year's worth of oil when we would do better to get the automobile companies
to develop better engines and more efficiency in their automobiles?
Where are the big wind farms and tide machines that can make us more power efficient?
Where are the recyclable products that eliminate toxins and where is the enforcement of
current OSHA programs? I am only getting started but this New Years, these are the things I will be thinking about as I blitz myself into next year...
To you, you are the reason I bother; I want to see all my brothers and sisters well and healthy and happy as we steer this overwraught, tired monarchy back to a democracy
where we as individuals count as more than cannon fodder.
To that, let us toast!...And let's look forward to hope and brotherly love and kindness
once more in our lives...

Happy New Year!
Skoal!!!

Original material by Les Aaron

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"Out of this World!"


les aaron

How come so many volunteers
to light the candles on this baby?

It's the first one way flight of the year...
and it's piloted by
Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld and
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The Perfect Vacuum

“Nothing to Say…”

In talking to an old Vet today, he confided in me that nobody knows how to talk anymore.
In fact, most would rather ignore him than start a conversation. Even when he holds the door for some YUPPIE type, she turns her nose up if she notices him at all.

But it doesn’t end there. When he finishes with a teller at his local bank whose concept of service is to be holier than thou, there’s absolute silence. No thank you’s; no appreciation for your business or anything like that. He says that makes him think..

Even when he goes to his favorite restaurant, the waiter throws the menu at him…

He doesn’t know the reason for it, but he suspects that it is the reason more and more Americans would rather deal with machines.

Some of them even go so far as to say thank you in a very lovely English voice; most of all, they don’t give you a hard time. However, it seems to our friend, that this doesn’t speak highly of our ability to communicate. And he has a point there.

He says that just the other day he was talking to the phone and having quite a nice time of it actually when it shocked him to learn that he was having a conversation with a mélange of chips and diodes.

He also told me that he read somewhere that Rumsfeld remarked about fielding an army that will be filled with robots. That makes sense! You don’t have to put armor on robots. And they don’t come home at midnight in unmarked body bags. And it doesn’t take brain science to realize that our troops are not there to exchange recipes.

But all the rest of the stuff leaves my friend pretty cold. I mean if you go way back, you discover that people formed societies so that they could bring people together who had something in common with the idea of mutual benefit. It would seem that talking is one of the things you need to do to determine common purpose.

If we can’t do that, what do we need the bank, the corner newsstand, the Mayor, or even the westernized concept of society. We could go back to caves and forage for our existence.

On the other hand, I heard that you can get your voice broadcast after you die so that when your family visits you at the cemetery, you can talk to all those people you didn’t want to deal with when you were alive.

Maybe not such a bad idea after all.

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La Ultima Lasgrima De Los Estados Unidos?



"Don't believe it? Ask Boabdil" Posted by Picasa

"Detritus"

"Just a lot of garbage..."


Americans are really amazing people.
We are amazing for our abilities to virtually ignore anything
that we don’t want to see, don’t want to know about and don’t want to associate with. In fact, we have an uncanny way of virtually ignoring anything that might require a double dose of anti-acids.

We marvel at our resiliency to put things completely out of our heads that seem to aggravate the hell out of most other people in the so-called “civilized world.”

Want an example of our cunning obtuseness? . Consider garbage. Garbage doesn’t seem to bother us at all. We can live with it; without it. It doesn’t seem to matter. As long as eventually there are those who can make it all go away!

In fact, we have literally 400 foot mountains composed solely of detritus—the fancy word for garbage. That’s another thing, call it detritus and you could put it right next to mansions on Staten Island; it’s that acceptable. What’s more, it’s rumored that this garbage will someday be transmuted into one of the greatest ski areas in America. And if that isn’t American ingenuity, what is?

It’s my feeling, however, that no matter what you do, if you dig down vertically you are going to wind up with a Twinkie that is as good as the day it was extruded from some machine…

Think about that for a minute!


Are people upset that even these sites are filling up?

No, not one bit. As long as we can find some folks in some far off state like West Virginia who would be glad to take our waste, why should we worry?

Most Americans just tend to think of garbage as the price you pay for existence. Never mind that it is befouling our environment and stinks to high heaven!

Meanwhile, the rest of the world gets miffed even when American visitors toss their waste wrappers all over when they visit. And they can’t seem to understand why their European friends get all bent out of shape. And forget about all the Green laws over there; no American worth his salt would even bother to learn them. After all, it seems implicit in the definition of freedom that freedom means permission to act like an absolute pig, befouling one’s nest and poisoning the environment rather than changing our ways. And anyone who doesn’t realize this, doesn’t deserve to be called an American….

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"Thanks for all the Fish!"
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"Thanks for all the Fish!..."

It is hard to imagine than when we look around ourselves and try to apportion blame for what has happened to our government, we need look no further than ourselves.
What could be harder than admitting for what's happened to have happened, we the people must have been absent without leave. Sure, we hear all the excuses.
"It's not us, it's the government!" "Politicians are all crooks..." "I don't have the time to get involved." When you talk to most people, there seems to be a disconnect between what they perceive as government operating in a vacuum. they either don't see the connection or don't want to see one.
Ignorance is bliss. And I can't think of any case that more illustrates that aphorism than our government today. Some must feel that if we ignore it long enough, it will go away. But that is the furthest thing from the truth. The truth is that if we ignore it long enough, it will get worse. The vermin, the creatures from the muck, will surface and find no predators ready to eat them up so they will propagate and before you know it, there will be more of them than us! And that is what we must guard against. Somewhere along the line nobody has told the people that they bear a responsibility for what ultimately happens. If we the people choose to jetison all responsibility for what happens to us ultimately, then the burden lies with us, not our stars. And this is the matter in a nutshell.

We have been so fussed over, so babied that to think that we might have to grow up and shoulder responsibility for those who unable to do so is seemingly more than we can bear. We would like mother to do it. Or somebody else!
Why should we? WE are too self-absorbed; too engaged in the details of our over complicated lives beset with name brands, keeping up with the Joneses or just over-stimulating our senses with non-stop video games, the opiate of the people the screen that dominates our lives, or the immersion into other forms of escapism. We've even discovered our own various forms of Soma so we only have to be conscious when it is necessary to operate in that state.

In the end, our abdication from things bearing responsibility have resulted in the worst form of corrupt government since the word democracy came on the scene.

What would the Athenians have done? They certainly would not have allowed the current bottom dwellers to take charge and stay in charge.... They would have let us know that a democracy imposes limits, restrictions and obligations that could not be passed onto somebody else. Everybody in a democracy plays a role; everyone must throw his stone into the bucket, white or black.

Vonnegut, in his latest book, has simply given up on people;' they are not worth the effort and he is probably right!

But there are still a few of us foolish optimists left who see a shred of hope; who feel that maybe we can find our core in time. But with each passing day when the rest of us shrug our shoulders, our hope becomes thinner, less a stew than a thin broth... What are we do?

Can we beat the rest of the population into seeing what is staring at us.

Clearly, as Vonnegut points out, the body politic cares nothing for the grandchildren of tomorow and I would add to that, that we care nothing for ourselves either.

I wish I could say that this is some temporary aberration; that Americans have courage and character. But in all honesty, I have to admit that it is clear that we have none of those attributes. Nor have we found the kind of leaders who can get us to reexamine our purpose, our identity.

No, the fact remains that the richest country in the world, is poor in most things of the soul. Ask anybody what happened in the past year, and you'll discover that most people don't know that there are hundreds of thousands who are missing from the Tsunami; ask about Afghanistan, and how many people will know that there are more than a million homeless as a result of the earthquake that struck there several weeks ago!....

How many people will deliver an old pair of gloves to the homeless or a sandwich to the old lady who walks the streets and sits on a heated grate to stay warm!

How many of us take a present or two from the usual pile of presents that our children get and bring them to the church with some canned goods and maybe a turkey for those less fortunate. No, that simply doesn't happen or it happens so infrequently as to be invisible to the rest of us.

It is sad that in this day and age, we can't seem to care about anyone but ourselves and our own needs...

So how could we even begin to care about a world that we cannot embrace long enough to realize that it touches every single phase of our lives.

Of course, our ability to avoid the unpleasant truths, is music to the ears of those who would steal our government blind, make legislation for their own ends, export all of our jobs for their own profits and generally give to the rich and rob from the poor. It's not fair perhaps to call this the new age of Republicanism, it's more like a divine monarchy that says in every way, "let them eat cake!" while the rest fall through the cracks of a support system that no longer works....a system that can't seem to even pretend to educate the young, tend to the poor, care for the ill...

In many ways what we are privvy to is a window to the end game. It is happening now before our eyes and we can't seem to take it all in. Maybe our mind refuses to accept the notion that a government can be so mean-spirited, so Evil in its abuse of all that is moral despite its phony religious cast. Maybe we can't accept the idea that any people would deliberately go round befouling its own nest.

But by the time we wake up to these realities, it may be too late to reverse the outcomes. So we watch, fascinated, as we are shown the circumstances of our own demise and can barely muster the ridiculous void-filling reply of "isn't that nice."

For those who have subscribed to such an outcome, either deliberately or through avoidance, there is a special Hell awaiting.... And for the rest of us who have tried to raise the clarion call to wake up before it's too late, the suffering is especially
painful.

For us curmudgeons, we continue gesticulate and remonstrate and curse at the moon; for the rest, it's simply more of the same....

I am inclined to think at this time what the whales said when they vacated this place...."Good-bye and thanks for all the fish!

VISIT WITH THE GREAT LIBRARIANS....

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The Patriot Act


He's been like this ever since the Patriot Act...
Can't seem to pass up a switchboard! Posted by Picasa



They Came for Only One Reason:
"To Makes Sense Of It All!"
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"Visit of the Librarians..."

Year 1215 PGB


Part I

The Chronicle Begins

The day after New Years was a dark, gray day in the year 1215 AGB (after GWB). But virtually every day was like that after the switch to the burning of toxic coal as the fuel de jour.

Glotus looked out the porthole and coughed up again. He looked at his log book and his notes wondering if he would live long enough get through them.


His mind started to wander after the first transaction and by the time of the second, he already had a feeling he knew where things were.

He started to write again about how he imagined it had happened based on his library research that had taken him most of the week before. His enthusiasm for the project was boundless and he was looking forward to completing it in the time allocated by the project’s leader, Prometheus, senior historian at the great library…

He picked up his pen and felt a kind of power surging through his fingers as he started to write… In some respects, he felt like a new age Dickens shining a spotlight that countered the false truths subscribed to by the government before reality set it…

“ Never before had people been able to taste the air or wipe it on their dungarees as they emerged from their sullen black holes to begin a day that began in the dark and ended the same way, each day a stunning day of sameness trudging off to perform some pedestrian task that gave boredom a new definition. This was the result of the Bushian siege of the environment, a siege that left no winners except those consumed by avarice. It was the notion of Midas infecting their minds all over again!

“ Yes, now we had fuel but we lacked virtually everything else. In the beginning, diversity of species had early on triggered concern. But nobody believed that thousands upon thousands of species could ultimately disappear. It began with the fish and spread mercilessly. In the beginning, the fishermen complained about over-fishing and the Russian and Japanese trawlers that had scooped everything from the seas without thinking about what the future might hold. At the same time, government’s cut down their ancient growths to satisfy demands for burnished woods…. Animal species were directly affected by the growing abuse. Fish, frogs, birds, fox, wolves and other more exotic species once so very common had simply disappeared. Species were fast becoming the mythology of the future to be described to youngsters who would never see a wildebeest or a buffalo or a Yak…

“Yet, the remaining government institutions attacked the rest of us for becoming alarmist and not realizing that there was no such thing as over use of natural resources. God had planned for this as part of the pattern of intelligent design. Interestingly, and a positive by-product of the apparent loss of species, was the attendant loss of these spokesmen who are willing to say anything to hold onto their jobs. They seem to be vanishing too and that was part of the positive irony of all of this…

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Where "I" Supersedes "We."
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A Damning Light!

Part II


“The new democratic president had his hands full trying to salvage what he could from a government that had been fleeced and then dismantled piecemeal by a cadre of self-interested thieves who believed in their pernicious mean-spirited hearts that government existed for only one reason, to be plundered. In four years, the corruptible had been corrupted; the borderline cases pushed over the edge, and what passed for law and order had been submerged in the endless quest of self-aggrandisement. It was ego uber alles in the rule of the feckless monarch who believed that everything he touched was blessed instead of being truly damned. It was the rule of the reverse Robin Hood that allowed the poor to be stolen from to enhance the unlimited wealth of the rich.

“But there were few surprises. This band of hedonists had no trouble running backfield over the mostly invisible opposition. The irony of it was that none of it had to happen if two things hadn't occured. And these events will be discussed at campfires when the last electric bulb has burned out.”

Ah, he was glad he had set these words down on paper. They seemed to capture the true feeling of the time and it made him angry to think about. And then a tear made its way down his check and he punched the magnesium wall over and over again until he could no longer feel his fist.

He couldn’t do it all at once. Milo will have to wait. After all, he was human, too. But before the end of the day, and four drinks later, Glotus had made up his mind that he would finish this damned thing before he would lose his mind over it. Perhaps he was too sensitive to be a historian after all. He had to learn to control his emotions without becoming subject to them…

The questions began to pour out. And Glotus put them down as fast as they came.

“Why did Gore shoot himself in the foot so many times; and why did the Ohio brothers who owned the voting machine company use the machines to buy their way in....The machines had truly taken over the world. And when that happened, hope had dried up and simply floated away.

“The machines had simply preempted common sense, logic, integrity and worst of all, the truth. And the Supreme Court, not so supreme then, became the facilitator of last resort settling the score and assuring Americans that their country would be salvaged over eight years. Oh, the rest was easy; just get out of the way of the terrorists and let them scare the living Hell out of the average mid-west farmer and the rest would be easy. Once that die was cast, it would be easy to fear to stay in power indefinitely. It did not take science to realize the latent power of fear and uncertainty. Was the entire event manufactured in a Goebbel’s like vision of the ultimate solution? Were the twin towers the quintessential Reichstag?.

“In any event, the people did eventually tire of a government that talked compassion and then proceeded to wave the bomb around; they got tired of a government that did nothing but steal from the poor to feed the rich; it got frustrated with a government who couldn't straighten out an American city that was begging for help after a flood that didn't have to happen. They tired of being the penultimate super-power that couldn't provide armor for its soldiers; a super-power that told its people lies about how many died and how many were wounded in a war that was instigated and unnecessary; while China proceeded to take all of our jobs and gather in our debt. There was nothing subtle about it; we were just blind-sided by our own hubris…

“But the end came rather unglamorously when the Chief of State collapsed into speaking in tongues during the last State of the Union and was taken off the stage babbling something about that bloody SOB bin Laden still thumbing his nose at him from some haven near Kabul never to be seen again…

“And before they could extract Cheney from his underground lair to assume his duties, the Richter scale topped 8 and he, too, vanished in a torrent of mud—a somewhat befitting finale to something that had emerged from earthly scum to begin with; it was as if Nature tired of the abuse had pre-selected her targets of opportunity and took them down. One after the other, the hopeful aspirants to the throne were cast aside by bizarre circumstances. Wind, floods, Tsunamis . Clearly, the gods were angry!
Eventually, after several indictments of those next in line to inherit the throne, Ted Stevens’ name came up. Now the most ancient of the ancient, he looked at the picture, flipped a coin and said, "screw it; let me out of here!" and skedaddled back to Fairbanks to maintain his toll franchise on his bridges to nowhere….”

Good. Glotus was proud of what he had done and he would return to the task tomorrow. So what if they were a few light days short…He would pick it up later. It was more important that he find the right tone; that he emulate the feeling and the pressures brought to bear. He had to be especially careful at this stage realizing that most of the pain had become intertwined with psychobabble where separating truth from fiction might involve various degrees of trauma as well. In any event, it was going well. Tara was at the bar. He decided to go for one final night cap.

“How’s it going, Glotus?”

“Not bad, Tara. We are making headway. “

“Good, you know we are running late.”

“Yes, I am aware of that…But we can make it up.”

Tara smiled back and ran her fingers over the soft bottles that lined the bottom lit
Backdrop.

“I know. We all trust in your judgment.”

Glotus picked up his drink, smiled and headed deeper into the interior.

He was tired. He knew that. And there was more research to do. Yet, he felt so close.
Oh well, he thought, perhaps a visual search might be what the doctor ordered…
And he flipped on the switch but fell almost immediately into a deep and troubled sleep.


The next day, after his caffeine cure, he stared at the words that he was assembling into some kind of coherent form that he hoped reflected the reality of his research to date. He started again…always conscious of his obligation to the truth…Politics Blog Top Sites



"The Blind Leading the Blind..." Posted by Picasa

The Ends of Greed

Part III


“Nothing had changed very much; and everything had changed in the years since Bush self-immolated.

“The War was still going on in Iraq...only now it had spread to Syria and Iran...

“Bush kept insisting that we had won just before re-installing the draft which led to the riots on the street with young people demanding his impeachment.

“The outbreak occurred after the twenty-seventh election in which the Sunnies for the 27th time shouted that the elections were fixed. While the Shiites and Sunnis continued to maul each other, the Kurds continued to consolidate their positions in the north and unofficially declared their own state so in a way, the elections were after the fact.

“with the government in literal bankruptcy and most of the really rich having pulled up stakes to live in Canada where they could hide their cash in natural resources that America would buy from them, money to do anything was hard to come by.
In a way, China's role as the lender of last resort was magnified and increasingly we were feeling under its spreading thumb that reached from the Pacific to the bowels of New York. It was all too much for most people to bear and of course there was a growing percentage of red-state people who thought it was the democrats fault--even though Democrats hadn't seen power for nearly a decade.

“Of course, in more ways than one, China was in the drivers seat. After all, for how many years could you export "scrap" and import manufactured goods without really becoming a colony. In reality, the biggest super-power was also a contradiction qualifying as a colony in terms of the world's definition of a country that exports agrarian products and imports manufactured goods. A country whose debt was increasingly controlled by four countries: Japan, Saudi Arabia, China, England.

“Most who had the temerity to look back recognized that the beginning of the end began with the publishing of the Greening of America; the book that suggested that we didn't need manufacturing in our rapid ascent to the information age; and that it was only a matter of understanding where the future lay.

“But what they didn't say was that a future that embraced the rejection of manufacturing was a future without hope since America did not have the kind of resources and talents to compete in the information age; nor was there any other kind of enterprise that could pick up the slack. That part of the truth was glossed over in the simplistic notions of the authors who some thought were hired to provide the excuses for green-lighting the subsequent exodus of jobs…

“As a consequence of the naïve mythology that grew up around this manifesto, manufacturers received not only the green light but encouragement to move industry off-shore in a process euphemistically referred to as "OFF=SHORING" .

“At the same time, another euphemism, perhaps much more devastating in its ramifications began working its way into the American psyche. It was called "down=-sizing,” a term seeming so innocuous that it obscured the fact that it presaged the destruction of most of American industry.

“In the end, it was no great surprise that it was the people who were left to suffer. But that was always the way. But they were already beyond redemption only they didn’t realize what had happened to them. After the fact ruminations would not bring back the past or recreate their future. It was already too late. The die had been cast. Nor was their some dieux ex machina waiting in the wings to provide a solution that embraced all their needs…

“On balance, however, it was charitable for us to acknowledge that India and China were now countries of great wealth; and there were more people speaking English outside the US than inside. Sure the masses were sucking hind tit as they always did but, hey, the top 1% were really living high off the hog--whether it was in Bangladesh or Peijing.

“Of course, the troubles at the border persisted but now it was a different kind of trouble. It seemed that Americans tired of being unable to get by flipping burgers were slipping south across the border to get jobs making televisions in Mexico.
“The government of Vincente Foxe, now in his third decade of leadership, with all of his hubris complained to the American border police that such incursions were violating the rights of all Mexicans and wanted the incursions to stop!”

Glotus stood up and yawned. It had been a long morning. Time to go to the gym and work out the bugs, he thought. He could return to this before dinner and do another few pages before settling in for the evening. And that would be good. He walked towards the door of the cabin but before so doing, he locked his notes up in the titanium steel compartment.

At precisely two thirty in the afternoon, he was back to continue with the transformation of the research. It began again slowly…

“Up north, Canada fearing contamination from the insane Americans who were fleeing north to escape the loss of reason that had seemed to be spreading south of the border, ordered the construction of a three thousand mile wall that Chinese labor was building under contract in exchange for buying all of the oil in the northern provinces.

“Actually, the rioting had not been as severe as first expected; some suggest it had something to do with the 30 million who died during the Pandemic that spread across the US and spared only high ranking Republicans who had been innoculated with the remaining reserves of vaccine. When asked why others were being treated equally, the president responded that during his reign, the vaccines were subject to divine rule and he could do with them as he liked.

“In the last few years of his reign, Bush was not as much of a problem as he had been before; it seemed that after the Patriot Act, he spend a lot of time listening to the conversations of his enemies and pretending to be a long distance operator. The ruise worked and Bush had compiled complete dossiers on everyone. J. Edgar Hoover would have been proud. The man thought of as Dorian Gray was now ageing rapidly and looking more and more like Richard Milhous Nixon….One day, he was even heard to say, “I’m not a crook” to no one in particular as his former friends dodged into hallways to escape his muttering and Evil stares…Politics Blog Top Sites



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The Consequences of Blindness

Part IV


“ Things were beginning to change in subtle ways...

“Now, Americans were speaking in a kind of South Asian sing-song English which reflected the fact that many of the white collar agencies were located in the Punjab areas. And importers and marketers were beginning to study Chinese dialects in order to communicate with major suppliers and creditors. The odor of Chinese food assailed nostrils even on the upper East side…

“People were also driving small Chinese cars that conserved gasoline a tank of which typically commanded a small business loan for most families.

“Conditions in the world contributing to rising costs had an effect on stereotypes and the way the world functioned. Today, it was not unusual to see Americans reverting back to the practices of one hundred years ago where several generations lived together to keep costs down. Also, with the cost of babysitting going through the roof, grand-parents were increasingly being called upon to fulfill that role.

“Oftentimes, with children living with their grandparents, it was not unusual to see three or four members of a family contributing to its survival…

“Food practices had changed too. Whereas in the past, diet programs cost more than food; most had been abandoned when the people realized that most diets did not work and eating was mainly a matter of common sense; that is if you could afford to eat—which many couldn’t.”

As he finished the last comments, Narda passed by. “Hi, how’s it going?”

Well, Narda, I think by tomorrow or the next day, we will have a workable draft.”

“That’s wonderful. See you in the main hall.”

“Yes, you will.” Glotus returned to his notes.

“Most Americans, who were deluded into believing that manufacturing was "dirty work' and were not unhappy to leave our shores, were now working in menial jobs. Virtually, half of the population were working in sinecures established by the government as employer of last resort.

“Most products being purchased were Chinese. There were Chinese computers; Chinese ovens, Chinese refrigerators, even Chinese American flags—everything except Chinese checkers which was now Bangladeschi checkers.... Americans had replaced the American Indian doing very little except drinking and watching things on their Chinese TV's. The only real problem was that what they were watching was coming from Bollywood or Beijing and had English subtitles.

“In terms of the ethnic mix, the streets were covered with gaily turbaned people who seemed to be everywhere. The only real change was in the 7-11's, now managed by Americans of a certain caste. Rich Indians no longer frequented such establishments and were hardly seen except for their commutes from their rich enclaves in Northern new Jersey and Connecticut in private limousines with blackened out glass to avoid contact with slovenly and tactless natives who were giving America a bad name.

“The American government was up to its ears trying to arrange export Visas for American students anxious to get into the better Indian and Chinese schools.

“Most of Southern New Jersey had become a land fill. Mount Husky, now the largest land mass in the north east, was being retrofitted as a Japanese golf resort and a Chinese skiiers paradise.

“Beyond New Jersey, the earth had been ripped clean through cheap mining practices that left the earth scarred and barren. Chinese trucks were everywhere digging up anything that contained any mineral material that could be removed and shipped back to China for processing.”

Glotus stood up and massaged his neck. He thought it was time to take what he had completed so far topside to Demetrius. He would know if it sounded ‘right!’

With that he picked up his notes and walked to the lifter. Demetrius was in his study.

“Hello, Glotus. What brings you here, my young friend”.

“I thought you might like to review my notes.”

“Yes, I would. Leave them with me for the next two hours and I will read them.”

“Thank you, Demetrius. I really appreciate it.”

‘Of course, I am pleased to do this little thing for you.”Politics Blog Top Sites



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"Meaning of the Chronicle..."

Part V


After Glotus left, Demetrius read the final pages…

“Even the money being used was printed in China and Abraham Lincoln's eyes were beginning to slant which was increasingly disturbing to those who still remembered his name. A small Great Wall had been erected in DC to commemorate our glorious association with our Chinese friends.

“Republicans were happy with the growing US-Sino affiliation because the Chinese demanded respect and obedience and observance of the law. Those seen as derelict, were remanded to protective custody in a privately owned custodial system that was an offspring of the private prison concept conceived and marketed by private Republican businessmen who were now piling away individual fortunes for being so far-sighted.

“Who would have thought that all those small changes had a cumulative affect that most well-meaning Americans adjusted nicely too until they couldn’t adjust anymore and woke up one day to find out that they were the victims of their own complicity. Not a happy ending but what can one expect if he or she is unwilling to fight for his or her own rights. So many forgot what the compact was all about. They allowed the monarchy to flourish. They allowed the species to disappear. They allowed the toxins to fill the air. They allowed t he jobs to vanish. They allowed the re-distribution of wealth begun under Reagan to persist. And they said nothing!...”

Demetrius flipped to the beginning and started seriously reading through the pages.


When Glotus returned, the manuscript bore a note. “Very good, Glotus; I think you are on the right track and you’ve captured the story with seemingly great accuracy. Keep up the good work. Demetrius.”

Glotus took the notes and his writing back to the cabin. There was only a little left to do. He sat down again and buried his mind in his project.


“Have we learned anything from all this?

“It’s hard to say. Would Americans today turn off their computer games, disconnect their TV’s and stand up.

“It’s merely speculative to ponder that scenario since we have gone beyond the point of no return. All that remains is the fact when our checks and balances failed, the Fourth Estate forgot its responsibilities, our politicians practiced invisibility, the only thing left was Nature and in its evocation of the Gaia principles, it came to life and wiped these disingenuous creatures who evolved from the bottom of dead streams off the face of the earth. And in the end, it shows that justice may be transcendent and that there are controls when all else fails but at what price. Is this God’s ultimate joke. Or when we say God are we really referring to a Nature that we had falsely believed was all forgiving? Questions for you to ponder on those day-less nights of poisoned air and poisoned water when time drags heavily on our burdened souls.”

He thought that perhaps he had penned the final words.

He took it up to Prometheus, the senior adviser on the transport.

Prometheus, I had Demetrius read my log and he seemed to like it. I’ve only added a closing statement.

“Good. What are you working on, young Glotus?”.

“My assignment with the Federation.”

“And what was that?”.

“To chronicle events…”

“On what?”

“On this special historical tour”

“With what theme?”

“o chronicle what had happened before the end.”

“Ah, quite ambitious. I do hope that the subject was treated objectively.”

“I stayed with the facts, Prometheus.”

“As I was sure you would. Then we can enter it into our chronicle of the planets last days so that perhaps those who dwell on the few remaining planets will understand how change can become irreversible and to anticipate those things that can engineer an end game of sorts…”

“Like?”

“Like a government with no vision; a government that does not consider the people.”

“Ah, you said it well. That is precisely what I am trying to do…” .

It is part of why you were assigned to this mission. Have you gathered what you need.

Yes, and I even penned a few pages but I have all of the remaining notes.”

“Good. As you know, we are overdue. It’s time for us to leave this place with the lessons it has for us and hope that others may better understand.”

“Yes, I feel now enspirited that others will benefit…”

“That is the hope of the Federation…”

Without saying another word, Glotus moved back to his assigned section and sat down, strapping himself in and finding a good book on historical antecedents that he had wanted to study for the knowledge it could impart.

He stared out the window and found himself lost in thought as the great ship lifted quietly from the earth port and disappeared into the cloud layer before the leap into quantum space for the three month journey home….

Les Aaron

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Thursday, December 29, 2005

It's in the genes...



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"Who Is That Man?"


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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

The Experiment



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"An Experiment Gone Sour..."

Well, so much for the experiment!
You know the one I mean… Yeah, it’s amazing that we would resort to using live people to prove a point. But that’s what happened.

Let me explain, a chap by the name of Rumsfeld found himself between a rock and a hard place. He could either conduct a war on the cheap in terms of manpower or he could invest in a whole new concept of War using technology and automation.

Of course, there was a little pressure from outside to go with the technology…

Against the judgment of his generals, however technology won over boots on the ground!
And it’s simple as that!

We learned all about technology as we sat through “shock” and “awe”….the government’s answer to winning an argument before trying dialogue which would have been a hell of a lot cheaper…

The only problem: Our precision weaponry wasn’t all that precise. And the downside is lot’s of innocent Iraqis obliterated. Not the best way to win friends and influence people…
Then we moved in our down-sized Army to hold a city ten times its size!....And a country 130 times larger than the invading force—which violated the rule of successful “take-overs” from an aggressive enemy…

By this time, any general worth his salt, got out one way or the other! All that was left were the flunkies who responded to the Pentagon’s orders with “how high?” for their standard reply.

And to make matters worse, our esteemed leader rushed to judgment with the unwarranted pronouncement that we won and it was over…

Never has anyone been more wrong! And that precipitous judgment will ring down through history as one of the worst judgments ever made by an American president.

It was not over; it’s not over now…

Four years from the start of this unnecessary war, we are still there with lower force levels than is needed to simply maintain a balance. But this time, there’s a reason for it: We are out of fresh troops…And there’s no more coming!

In the meantime, the real enemy who has had a four year break to regroup and re-arm is planning to do us in at every turn…

We stand to meet them underpowered and over budget and with scant resources…
Not a pretty picture.

Too bad, the experiment didn’t work. We now have over 2,000 dead and who knows how many wounded because nobody will tell us the truth. Re-enlistments are down; morale is down; and there’s a lot of walking wounded who can’t wait to get out!

Hey, according to the Army planners, “that’s okay.” We learned something major and it was worth it… What we learned is not to ever again use real people in combat when we don’t have to… Real people get messed up and die. Real people need to get paid. Real people need to be hugged…

The big secret here is that in any new war, you’ll be seeing more robots getting blown up.
And robots don’t need armor protection. And robots don’t come home at midnight in body bags. So maybe there’s some good in all of this which requires some real probing to discover.

But there’s one big fly in the ointment. That is, robots need real people to make them work.
And that’s where we come up short. Oh, it’s not that we can’t conjure up people; it’s people with special skills we’re short on…

It seems that the government hasn’t been entirely candid with us implying that it’s meeting its quotas. Horse poop! The truth is that the government has been filling its ranks with under-qualified and unskilled people in special MOS categories. That’s a real no-no, folks.
In the end, that means that the nation with the most advanced technology is ham-strung because it can’t find good people to sign their lives away…

And considering how disposable our government considers mere mortals made of flesh and blood, it should come as no surprise!....

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INTELLIGENT DESIGN

I THOUGHT IF THERE WERE SUCH A THING
AS INTELLIGENT DESIGN
WHY WOULDN'T GOD SEND US A SIGN?

WHY WOULD HE ALLOW THE POISONING OF
AIR AND SEA...
WHY WOULDN'T HE BE MORE BENEVOLENT
TO YOU AND TO ME...

WHY WOULD HE ALLOW TSUNAMIS
TO DESTROY
WHAT NORMALLY WOULD BRING JOY

WHY WOULD HE ALLOW THE EARTH TO QUAKE
AND PEOPLE TO DIE
AND HOMES TO BREAK?

IF THERE WAS SUCH A THING AS INTELLIGENT DESIGN
WHY WOULD THE OUTCOME
BE SO UNKIND?
WHY WOULD OUR YOUNGSTERS BE CAST ADRIFT
WOULDN'T THAT LEAVE THE DESIGNER MIFFED?

WHY WOULD HE NOT SEE
THE BENEFIT IN HELPING YOU AND ME
WHY WOULD HE FORCE US TO FLEE
AND IGNORE OUR PLEA
FOR GREATER HARMONY?


WHY WOULD HE NOT PROVIDE
US WITH REASONS TO HOPE

FOR A BETTER TOMORROW
INSTEAD OF LEAVING US
A TRAIL OF SORROW?

WHY NOT HELP US TO ARRIVE AT A BETTER PLACE
INSTEAD OF SADDLING US WITH A GOVERNMENT
SO LACKING IN GRACE

WHY WOULD HE RESPOND
TO OUR MOST URGENT NEEDS
WITH NARROW VISIONED LEADERS
MOTIVATED BY AMBITION
AND PERSONAL GREED?


iF THERE WERE INTELLIGENT DESIGNER,
WOULD HE APPROVE THE KILLING OF BEASTS
WOULDN'T HE COMMEND THAT THE LEAST?
WOULDN'T HE BE OFFENDED
IF ALL HIS MASTERWORKS WERE ENDED?
WOULDN'T HE MAKE IT MAN'S DUTY
TO PRESERVE AND PROTECT
WHATEVER WE CAN OF LASTING BEAUTY?

IF INTELLIGENT DESIGN WERE TRUE
WHY WOULD THE DESIGNER
ALLOW THE SLOW INEXORABLE DEATHS
OF ME AND YOU?...

WOULDN'T THAT BE INCOMPATIBLE
WITH THE NOTION OF A PLANET THAT WAS HABITABLE?
IF INTELLIGENT DESIGN WAS FACT
WOULDN'T IT REVEAL THAT
WE WERE ON THE WRONG TRACK?

WOULDN'T THE DESIGNER ENCOURAGE
US TO LIVE A WORTHWHILE LIFE
FREE OF GLOBAL AMBITIONS
AND ATTENDANT STRIFE?

aNYTHING ELSE i WOULD CONTEND
IS NOT MAN'S GODLY END
AND SO IF I MAY IMPUTE
THAT ARGUMENTS FOR INTELLIGENT DESIGN
OVER EVOLUTION ARE NOT ONLY IN DISPUTE...
BUT DEPEND ON SPIRITUAL
CONJECTURE EASY TO REFUTE...

LES AARON

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