venting some spleen, commenting on a WP article, The Dumbest Move the Dems Could Make -- an argument against  the impeachment of Bush/Cheney:



A shrinking but politically viable segment of this country's population remains in the throes of a form of temporary insanity -- a paroxysm of hysteria induced by the horrible events of September 11, 2001.  Fear and blood lust -- and a fair amount of it tinged with "Biblical" fundamentalism -- have supplanted "normal" civic sensibilities.  And a nominally "elected" President has been tacitly ceded extra-constitutional powers -- regal powers -- to respond to the atrocities committed that day.  Carte blance -- whatever it takes.  "Dead or alive." 

Coincidently, and quite apart from the fear and bloodlust mandate to launch a "global war on terror" and kick some Old-Testament-"eye-for-an-eye" booty, King George and Lord Bruce also have quite another agenda, bought and paid for by what is arguably the most powerful US political constituency of all -- Big Oil.  That agenda is oil hegemony.  If our noble, mighty, freedom-and-democracy-defending military forces have never been subborned into a crude, crass tool of "market penetration" before, welcome to the Peak Oil rumble.

Anglo-Dutch Shell, British Petroleum, Texaco, Chevron and other US oil giants have had a stick up there backsides, regarding Iraq, going back (at least) to 1972.  Saddam and his Ba'athist party nationalized Iraq's oil then, specifically barring these Anglo-American giants from getting to play in any Iraqi oil field games. 

Which agenda -- blood or oil -- was trump in determining where our lead military forces were headed as they invaded Baghdad -- the headquarters of the Iraqi Oil Ministry?  Was it "foreign suitors," mapped out in Cheney's Energy Task Force confab, or jihadis that got the boot that "victorious" day?

With bloodlusters -- many of them religious fundamentalists -- and Big Oil in your corner, you obviously get a pretty big "pass". . .  to instigate wars of aggression -- the "supreme international crime;" to implement as official US policy, advocated and sanctioned by the highest officials of government, kidnapping, torture, and indefinite detention; to dispense with and blanketly defy several articles of the US Constitution and the Bill of Rights . . . "Treaty schmeaty!"

Blood lust intertwined and teamed with oil lust, and unchecked power vested in poster boys for the "Peter Principal."  Monstrous horror matched by succeeding and even more monstrous horrors -- 4 million refugees; 800,000 dead; trillions of dollars down the tube; and some still clamoring that Iran ("terror" central and, oh, yes, oil central, too) be next.  Bent upon its own ruin -- from within -- a great nation, "the greatest nation," perverted by lust.

Bush and Cheney -- guilty or not guilty by reason of our temporary collective insanity?  Guilty or not guilty of persuing Big Oil's agenda under cover of our collective grief, our collective vacation from sanity born by the horrors of September 11th?  Guilty or not guilty of surrendering our soul, our laws, our Constitution, our "civilization" in an unchecked and ongoing fit of lust?

"Yes they are guilty, BUT . . .," seems to be the concensus, today.  If impeachment comes, it will be impeachment with an asterisk -- our collective agony and outrage, from September 11th, still blurring our vision -- the crimes they have committed in our names, crimes of passion.  Passion for blood.  Passion for oil.

still buggin' pretty bad about the White House, the Congress, and a politically significant number of citizens of this country having become advocates and perpetrators of torture.

a quote and a clip:


~ Rocco Galati lawyer for the Canadian Islamic Congress October, 2001






tell it, Denzel.

have been, more or less, "battling" with the deep, dark blue for decades -- carpet bombing my soul with all the ordinance in the psychiatric amory, and a whole lot else -- from autogenics to Zen; EST to wheatgrass juice; Dzogchen and fish oil to holotropic breathwork and trance dance, and then some.  truly, not every effort to combat or assauge this "Noonday Demon" has been whole-hearted or full-tilt.  kind of hard to mount an all-out campaign, beleaguered by heartache and fatigue -- what, at times (from this puny, personal perspective -- it's maudlin, i know), amounts to "an unbroken agony." (swiped this from the title of a book, by Randall Robison, that "explores the heroic and tragic history of Haiti." clearly not "agonies" of the same order.)  as the battle goes, the blue, more often as not, has had the upper hand -- or, rather, the boot lodged squarely at the back of my neck and me pinned "helplessly" down.  (ok, it's worse than maudlin.)

anyway, was reminded last night, watching a snippit of Crazy Sexy Cancer on the tube, (paraphasing one of the "gals," Oni Faida) that:

"you can resist what you've been given and miss out. or you can accept it, maybe fall into it a bit, and really find something there."

a couple nights earlier, i watched for the second time, The Bridge -- "a controversial 2006 documentary film by Eric Steel that tells the stories of a handful of individuals who committed suicide at the Golden Gate Bridge in 2004."  left me contemplating making some effort to "band together" with other suicidal sojourners (been there, done that -- and it won't be "practice," if i stoop to it again). like, could some local melancholics drag our sorry asses together, and maybe, in comparing notes, help one another out?  it's a thought.

so, let's just say this was a "life-positive" impulse i took away from watching that film.  and Oni's advice, in the other documentary, sort of got me in "re-framing" mode.  so, together, it's almost a trend.  after many months of nearly abject and unmitigated moaning and groaning (that included 13 sessions of ECT, administered under general anesthesia), i got these two "blips" on the howzit-goin?-radar that are looking like some pretty good signs.  yes?

i've "accepted" before.  i've let my heart break beyond broken -- even beyond "broken open!"  (nod to stephen)  i've "reframed" into and out past oblivion, and back again.  but here we go again.  i'm gonna give it a whirl, make the best of it -- maybe make things better.

it's a trend.  i'm hoppin' on board.  another make-over shape-over -- more or less "radical readaptation."  been here, done this before -- not to much and certainly no lasting success.  but this is better -- better than just being down -- better than just laying down -- better than deciding, and redeciding (for the millionth time -- truly, that many times) to deliberately live or to deliberately die.

it's a trend.  i'm goin' with it.


p.s. oh yeah! got a comment on the "song to the siren" post a couple days ago.  sat here sobbing gobs of tears listening to it again, and again.  kind of a balm, really.  also, another zaadzster has lately been sending notes, rooting for me: "rah! rah!"  (she knows who she is. oxoxox)  seems, some of it has soaked in.  it's a trend, i tell you!


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peace!