whether blowing about on the opportunistic winds anointed for Hillary,
dripping like butter from Obama's folk-flattering, terror-laundering lips, or
spewing from the slime-prodding battering ram of the Great STrumpet himself,
Exceptionalism is always and forever a destructive, isolating, entitling tool,
as blinding as the amnesia it implies, as rife with genocide
as Netanyahu-cum-Hitler's Klu-Klux-Custer catechism.
Evan Hawthorn's Blog
(visual aid by Christian Schloe)
Friday, December 11, 2015
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Sainthood
how ironic. defending persecuted, innocent Muslims by pointing out that they
helped kill persecuted, innocent Muslims themselves. tis an excellent strategy,
there's nothing America loves like its hired guns, "protecting" our "freedom"
[aka corporate "interests"] from our unoffending victims. these hapless fellows
are candidates for the unwashed Sainthood of the Great STrumpet himself.
helped kill persecuted, innocent Muslims themselves. tis an excellent strategy,
there's nothing America loves like its hired guns, "protecting" our "freedom"
[aka corporate "interests"] from our unoffending victims. these hapless fellows
are candidates for the unwashed Sainthood of the Great STrumpet himself.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
odyssey
the odyssey of observation having once begun
intelligence eternally alters,
experience spins as its spirals expand;
Great Mystery telling the same timeless story,
in the here and the there; the Universe, and the sparrow.
Friday, December 4, 2015
the gift (a psalm to summon peace)
behold i scatter tidings of sweet, resounding joy
for unto the dread midst of the looming Texas night
dawns innocent transcendence in its life-affirming seed:
a wayfaring Divinity, a child from the east
bearing in her loving hands her priceless, open heart
to rectify our scarcity and slake our aching need.
"and lo! thine is the rose e'er blooming"
spake the angel to those who might heed.
"the scent of heaven is caressing the earth
and this is its worthy deed:
smite thy bombing abominations,
forswear the stifling of the slightest, frail reed.
renounce thy ridiculous fences,
lay down forever thy exceptional creed."
then she summoned the wrath of Jesus
collapsing the temples of corporate greed,
admonishing disciples that the devil's only sin
was forcing his own brethren to bleed.
and she said: "bring down the military monster.
sever every branch of the blood-soaked weed.
keep its noxious roots away from thy children.
render no ground for the bitter beast to breed.
arise from the media's conscripted nightmare,
all that pounding of fear by a guilt-ridden steed.
shut out its conquering anthem.
laugh off its protection, don't suffer it to feed.
shatter the myth of good versus evil,
eschew that vengeful, self-righteous screed.
for under the sun there can be no other,
it's for thy very souls that i urgently plead.
and all of the harm that ye seek to inflict
turns thy cells into hollow, haunted shells, indeed."
then the wrath and the angel departed,
and the child once again was a slender, fragile reed.
my eyes had been opened by the gift she offered.
a piece of her heart, a bright, resplendent bead
that forever awakened my senses
to recognise our family by its common, aching need.
behold i scatter tidings of sweet, resounding joy
that shall be unto ye a life-affirming seed.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
"bad people"
i saw
this stale, simple-minded slather from old 'Dead Hands Moses' himself and i had
to comment. as if human beings can be sorted into simplistic, benign or malevolent,
all or nothing categories. like gods or devils. as if those who think they're "good guys"
don't inflict harm. as if believing "we" are the good guys and "they" the bad ones
doesn't result in ample room for hate and zero tolerance for self evaluation, or
even honest observation, feeding the delusional exceptionalism and patriotism our
politicians pander to, as ugly when the nazis practiced it as it is coming out of Trump's
pie hole, or dripping from War Queen Hillary's polished, silver tongue. as if this binary,
"us versus them" propaganda doesn't furnish wars with willing fodder, and can't be
aimed at any ethnic, or vaguely discernible, "different" group the corporate planners
of empire, their media mouthpieces, fatuous clowns or folksy presidents shake their
sticks at. just ask one of the four million used-to-be Asians, those impoverished farmers
with their devalued families full of fragile toddlers, fractious teens, and frail elders
that we've "taken out" during the last fifty years. or one of the guests at all those
wedding parties. oh wait, you can't. many of them couldn't even be identified.
well, you can take our "freedom protectors'" word for it – they were all bad people.
"gooks" and other, equally effective epithets, easily inserted in the "bad guy" slot.
of course, that's only a rough estimate. we left off counting their corpses when our
journalists climbed into bed with our hired guns. it's too much work identifying all those
fragments and charred remains, and why bother, when such unimportant lives from
Obama's "inessential" nations don't even merit inclusion in Washington's Community
of Subdued Colonies, or notches on Mr. Heston's gunbelt, a suitably phallic memento
of the non-stop propaganda he churned out all those years in his sterling and exemplary
service for the war industry, before the advent of video games rendered his inculcation
of impressionable, insecure youth redundant. let's go kill us some more of them
"bad people" now. (just tell me who they are).
- Evan Hawthorn, the 28th of November, 2015
to comment. as if human beings can be sorted into simplistic, benign or malevolent,
all or nothing categories. like gods or devils. as if those who think they're "good guys"
don't inflict harm. as if believing "we" are the good guys and "they" the bad ones
doesn't result in ample room for hate and zero tolerance for self evaluation, or
even honest observation, feeding the delusional exceptionalism and patriotism our
politicians pander to, as ugly when the nazis practiced it as it is coming out of Trump's
pie hole, or dripping from War Queen Hillary's polished, silver tongue. as if this binary,
"us versus them" propaganda doesn't furnish wars with willing fodder, and can't be
aimed at any ethnic, or vaguely discernible, "different" group the corporate planners
of empire, their media mouthpieces, fatuous clowns or folksy presidents shake their
sticks at. just ask one of the four million used-to-be Asians, those impoverished farmers
with their devalued families full of fragile toddlers, fractious teens, and frail elders
that we've "taken out" during the last fifty years. or one of the guests at all those
wedding parties. oh wait, you can't. many of them couldn't even be identified.
well, you can take our "freedom protectors'" word for it – they were all bad people.
"gooks" and other, equally effective epithets, easily inserted in the "bad guy" slot.
of course, that's only a rough estimate. we left off counting their corpses when our
journalists climbed into bed with our hired guns. it's too much work identifying all those
fragments and charred remains, and why bother, when such unimportant lives from
Obama's "inessential" nations don't even merit inclusion in Washington's Community
of Subdued Colonies, or notches on Mr. Heston's gunbelt, a suitably phallic memento
of the non-stop propaganda he churned out all those years in his sterling and exemplary
service for the war industry, before the advent of video games rendered his inculcation
of impressionable, insecure youth redundant. let's go kill us some more of them
"bad people" now. (just tell me who they are).
- Evan Hawthorn, the 28th of November, 2015
Saturday, November 14, 2015
I Stand with France's Victims (rueful musings on the loss of humanity)
the failure of Americans to
recognise their fellow human beings wears out my fondness
for them. harmless innocents
going about their business are incessantly killed in our
name. hapless bystanders, patriots of 'other' nations, children playing on a beach,
entire wedding parties, rebellious souls who look their oppressors in the eye,
architects, musicians, dishwashers, and journalists. even nurses and doctors. it is
long-standing US policy to have drones return after a precise interval, so the rescue
workers can be killed. 27 out of every 28 drone victims just happened to be in the
vicinity, and virtually every intended victim has been reported killed on multiple
occasions, rendering a lethal math unfathomable even to the grim reaper. our
'special forces' do their lightening raids in places we'll never even hear about,
since their activities are immune to oversight. but you can rest assured that right
at this moment they are filling children's hearts with terror somewhere in the world,
as they knock down doors and round up family members in the middle of the night.
that is what they do. when they're not training others to do it for them. and
there's no dearth of oil-soaked, despotic deputies and sadistic acolytes, eager to
spread the reach of our torture techniques and nightmarish devices to the ends
of the earth. indeed, since Columbus first bumped into Hispaniola, entire language
families have disappeared, thanks to the practiced brutality of the scions of Europe,
as they enslaved their hosts and righteously accumulated their ill-gotten gains,
repackaged as deserved, granted by god 'prosperity'.
name. hapless bystanders, patriots of 'other' nations, children playing on a beach,
entire wedding parties, rebellious souls who look their oppressors in the eye,
architects, musicians, dishwashers, and journalists. even nurses and doctors. it is
long-standing US policy to have drones return after a precise interval, so the rescue
workers can be killed. 27 out of every 28 drone victims just happened to be in the
vicinity, and virtually every intended victim has been reported killed on multiple
occasions, rendering a lethal math unfathomable even to the grim reaper. our
'special forces' do their lightening raids in places we'll never even hear about,
since their activities are immune to oversight. but you can rest assured that right
at this moment they are filling children's hearts with terror somewhere in the world,
as they knock down doors and round up family members in the middle of the night.
that is what they do. when they're not training others to do it for them. and
there's no dearth of oil-soaked, despotic deputies and sadistic acolytes, eager to
spread the reach of our torture techniques and nightmarish devices to the ends
of the earth. indeed, since Columbus first bumped into Hispaniola, entire language
families have disappeared, thanks to the practiced brutality of the scions of Europe,
as they enslaved their hosts and righteously accumulated their ill-gotten gains,
repackaged as deserved, granted by god 'prosperity'.
now ten dozen people have been
killed in Paris, and everyone in America is 'standing
with France'. but who amoung us stands with the victims of France? were none of
these darker skinned, "ethnic" relations precious beings with lessons to teach and
lives left to touch? since we kill so many without even blinking, on and on, year
after year, speaking about it in terms of wasted expense, of political manoeuvrings,
of boots on the ground, and how many soldiers we lost in the act of killing them,
we must not believe they're actually human, must we? what can be their worth if
millions of their deaths can go by uncounted, almost unnoticed, dwarfed by the
emotion stirred up by this single outbreak of violence? if the senseless killing of
innocents is so upsetting to Americans, but only when it happens to ourselves or
our pale-skinned cohorts, in other words, one percent of the time, just what are
with France'. but who amoung us stands with the victims of France? were none of
these darker skinned, "ethnic" relations precious beings with lessons to teach and
lives left to touch? since we kill so many without even blinking, on and on, year
after year, speaking about it in terms of wasted expense, of political manoeuvrings,
of boots on the ground, and how many soldiers we lost in the act of killing them,
we must not believe they're actually human, must we? what can be their worth if
millions of their deaths can go by uncounted, almost unnoticed, dwarfed by the
emotion stirred up by this single outbreak of violence? if the senseless killing of
innocents is so upsetting to Americans, but only when it happens to ourselves or
our pale-skinned cohorts, in other words, one percent of the time, just what are
these vaunted values our leaders so brazenly claim to protect? i'm
visited by
visions of German citizens in the nineteen forties, mourning some calamity arranged
by the French resistance and i think, how could anyone feel solidarity for such a
heartless, self-focused people?
visions of German citizens in the nineteen forties, mourning some calamity arranged
by the French resistance and i think, how could anyone feel solidarity for such a
heartless, self-focused people?
of course, French citizens are not
responsible for the violence their ruling class,
seemingly unable to let go of its colonial 'interests', inflicts on North Africa and
the Middle East. corporate-owned 'Democracy', as everyone knows, is too hollow
a shell to effect actual policy change. but neither are the people residing in any
of the countries whose right to govern we have usurped responsible for the actions
of 19 Saudi bombers. or the still bleeding tragedy in France. if anything, they
are less responsible, given the fact that their rulers don't even pretend to be
democratic. but terrorists, like western governments, hold citizens accountable
seemingly unable to let go of its colonial 'interests', inflicts on North Africa and
the Middle East. corporate-owned 'Democracy', as everyone knows, is too hollow
a shell to effect actual policy change. but neither are the people residing in any
of the countries whose right to govern we have usurped responsible for the actions
of 19 Saudi bombers. or the still bleeding tragedy in France. if anything, they
are less responsible, given the fact that their rulers don't even pretend to be
democratic. but terrorists, like western governments, hold citizens accountable
for the
actions of a few, or even for a single individual. thus entire
villages of
native Americans were wiped out over the death of a white man's cow. thus
went hundreds of thousands of Filipinos, and the Southeast Asians in their millions.
thus Afghanistan, and then Iraq, were bludgeoned into the stone age without
provocation. yet we blithely support our storm troopers, and the pitiless
fundamentalists our war mongers arm and then disavow, as they "protect" our
fragile, neurotic "freedom" by presumptively and brutally invading destitute
nations that did us no harm, ringing up astronomical profits, destroying entire
societies, tearing up every last vestige of civility, every promise of improved
lives for their children, every remnant of lingering, latent hope. damaging even
the air they breathe, and the genes they manage to pass on.
native Americans were wiped out over the death of a white man's cow. thus
went hundreds of thousands of Filipinos, and the Southeast Asians in their millions.
thus Afghanistan, and then Iraq, were bludgeoned into the stone age without
provocation. yet we blithely support our storm troopers, and the pitiless
fundamentalists our war mongers arm and then disavow, as they "protect" our
fragile, neurotic "freedom" by presumptively and brutally invading destitute
nations that did us no harm, ringing up astronomical profits, destroying entire
societies, tearing up every last vestige of civility, every promise of improved
lives for their children, every remnant of lingering, latent hope. damaging even
the air they breathe, and the genes they manage to pass on.
if you feel compelled to stand with
France today, but can't find it in yourself
to rise up in unremitting fury against the ceaseless slaughter of the hapless
children of a lesser god, pigmented and unprofitable as she is doubtless likely
to be, if you can find it in yourself to feel for these few, stolen souls but
turn the page on the countless, irredeemable loss that relentlessly piles up
every day of our lives, please be up front about it and don a white sheet.
to rise up in unremitting fury against the ceaseless slaughter of the hapless
children of a lesser god, pigmented and unprofitable as she is doubtless likely
to be, if you can find it in yourself to feel for these few, stolen souls but
turn the page on the countless, irredeemable loss that relentlessly piles up
every day of our lives, please be up front about it and don a white sheet.
- Evan Hawthorn, the 14th
of November, 2015
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