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In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.
Monday, June 13, 2005
All For a Lie
As those of you know who regularly read FS, I've written again and again about all the lies the Emperor and his tailors have told. I've talked about how I am so perplexed by my fellow Americans. Why don't they care about what the Emperor is doing? I know that many of you share my frustration. This piece by Beth Quinn, "Soldiers Died for a Lie," does a good job of expressing my exasperation (to put it mildly). I would change the title, however. It should be "Civilians and Soldiers Died for a Lie." Can you tell me why people don't seem to care? I'm not tuned into the corporate media these days, but friends have told me that all the news outlets have been "reporting" crap about Michael Jackson's trial, Russell Crowe doing something violent, and Tom Cruise doing something bizarre. I want to scream. WHO THE FUCK CARES???????? Over 100,000 people have died in Iraq because of US. Over 1,700 US soldiers have died because of this war. Hundreds of innocent people have been held in detention for YEARS. All because of a LIE.
We've been told this is the Information Age. I think we are involved in an Information War. The Emperor lies. He says the sky is green and soon everyone says the sky is green. (Or as Quinn says, Bush says we don't breathe oxygen so everyone soon agrees.) Do you remember reading all those apocalyptic books like Brave New World and 1984? In these stories, all our individuality was gone. The world seemed bleak and cold, a place where everyone thought the same things and did the same things, all controlled by information the power structure meted out to them. Well, welcome to the future. Or the Disinformation Age, as my husband calls it. Throw off those rose-colored-attached-to-the-corporate-feed glasses, my sisters and brothers! We can be communal and still think for ourselves.
Resistance is futile.
Well, then bring on futility! I'll erect a statue to it. I'll make it my goddess! I shall resist.
It looks like many military families, here and in Britain, are asking questions about the Downing Street Memo(s) too. They entrusted their daughters, sons, wives, husbands, friends, and relatives to governments that lied to them. Some might conclude that lies are the essential organs of government. Unfortunately that is what often happens. The organs of government are lying human beings. We need to stop accepting that as a fact of our governments. (Yes, you can all stop laughing now. I know how naive that sounds.)
So in the spirit of thumbing my nose at "them," I shall dance into the kitchen and make my main squeeze some blueberry cake. I've started making the flour myself. (Very difficult: I pour rolled oats into the Cuisinart and press "on." The blade turns the oats into flour.)
Dance, babies, dance!
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We've been told this is the Information Age. I think we are involved in an Information War. The Emperor lies. He says the sky is green and soon everyone says the sky is green. (Or as Quinn says, Bush says we don't breathe oxygen so everyone soon agrees.) Do you remember reading all those apocalyptic books like Brave New World and 1984? In these stories, all our individuality was gone. The world seemed bleak and cold, a place where everyone thought the same things and did the same things, all controlled by information the power structure meted out to them. Well, welcome to the future. Or the Disinformation Age, as my husband calls it. Throw off those rose-colored-attached-to-the-corporate-feed glasses, my sisters and brothers! We can be communal and still think for ourselves.
Resistance is futile.
Well, then bring on futility! I'll erect a statue to it. I'll make it my goddess! I shall resist.
It looks like many military families, here and in Britain, are asking questions about the Downing Street Memo(s) too. They entrusted their daughters, sons, wives, husbands, friends, and relatives to governments that lied to them. Some might conclude that lies are the essential organs of government. Unfortunately that is what often happens. The organs of government are lying human beings. We need to stop accepting that as a fact of our governments. (Yes, you can all stop laughing now. I know how naive that sounds.)
So in the spirit of thumbing my nose at "them," I shall dance into the kitchen and make my main squeeze some blueberry cake. I've started making the flour myself. (Very difficult: I pour rolled oats into the Cuisinart and press "on." The blade turns the oats into flour.)
Dance, babies, dance!
May You All Eat Blueberries in Beauty. 0 comments