truthdig.com

hello, friends,

smart, eagle-eyed larry passed this along.

i share it with you, withold comment and encourage you to read all of the postings which follow it. click here to visit the whole site. november 7 could be a mighty long night -- stock up on your toilet paper, milk and bread.

After Pat’s Birthday
By Kevin Tillman
Editor’s note: Kevin Tillman joined the Army with his brother Pat in 2002, and they served together in Iraq and Afghanistan. Pat was killed in Afghanistan on April 22, 2004. Kevin, who was discharged in 2005, has written a powerful, must-read document.

It is Pat’s birthday on November 6, and elections are the day after. It gets me thinking about a conversation I had with Pat before we joined the military. He spoke about the risks with signing the papers. How once we committed, we were at the mercy of the American leadership and the American people. How we could be thrown in a direction not of our volition. How fighting as a soldier would leave us without a voice… until we got out.

Much has happened since we handed over our voice:

Somehow we were sent to invade a nation because it was a direct threat to the American people, or to the world, or harbored terrorists, or was involved in the September 11 attacks, or received weapons-grade uranium from Niger, or had mobile weapons labs, or WMD, or had a need to be liberated, or we needed to establish a democracy, or stop an insurgency, or stop a civil war we created that can’t be called a civil war even though it is. Something like that.

Somehow America has become a country that projects everything that it is not and condemns everything that it is.

Somehow our elected leaders were subverting international law and humanity by setting up secret prisons around the world, secretly kidnapping people, secretly holding them indefinitely, secretly not charging them with anything, secretly torturing them. Somehow that overt policy of torture became the fault of a few “bad apples” in the military. Somehow back at home, support for the soldiers meant having a five-year-old kindergartener scribble a picture with crayons and send it overseas, or slapping stickers on cars, or lobbying Congress for an extra pad in a helmet. It’s interesting that a soldier on his third or fourth tour should care about a drawing from a five-year-old; or a faded sticker on a car as his friends die around him; or an extra pad in a helmet, as if it will protect him when an IED throws his vehicle 50 feet into the air as his body comes apart and his skin melts to the seat.

Somehow the more soldiers that die, the more legitimate the illegal invasion becomes.

Somehow American leadership, whose only credit is lying to its people and illegally invading a nation, has been allowed to steal the courage, virtue and honor of its soldiers on the ground.

Somehow those afraid to fight an illegal invasion decades ago are allowed to send soldiers to die for an illegal invasion they started.

Somehow faking character, virtue and strength is tolerated.

Somehow profiting from tragedy and horror is tolerated.

Somehow the death of tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of people is tolerated.

Somehow subversion of the Bill of Rights and The Constitution is tolerated.

Somehow suspension of Habeas Corpus is supposed to keep this country safe.

Somehow torture is tolerated.

Somehow lying is tolerated.

Somehow reason is being discarded for faith, dogma, and nonsense.

Somehow American leadership managed to create a more dangerous world.

Somehow a narrative is more important than reality.

Somehow America has become a country that projects everything that it is not and condemns
everything that it is.

Somehow the most reasonable, trusted and respected country in the world has become one of the most irrational, belligerent, feared, and distrusted countries in the world.

Somehow being politically informed, diligent, and skeptical has been replaced by apathy through active ignorance.

Somehow the same incompetent, narcissistic, virtueless, vacuous, malicious criminals are still in charge of this country.

Somehow this is tolerated.

Somehow nobody is accountable for this.

In a democracy, the policy of the leaders is the policy of the people. So don’t be shocked when our grandkids bury much of this generation as traitors to the nation, to the world and to humanity. Most likely, they will come to know that “somehow” was nurtured by fear, insecurity and indifference, leaving the country vulnerable to unchecked, unchallenged parasites.
Luckily this country is still a democracy. People still have a voice. People still can take action.

It can start after Pat’s birthday.

Brother and Friend of Pat Tillman,
Kevin Tillman

take care of each other.

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volansky

that point in the semester

hello, friends,

it's that point in the semester where i am drowning in a sea of grading. good friend paul sent along the following, which allowed me to go on. i laughed so hard, my coffee came out my nose.

enjoy.

Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and similes found in high school essays.

These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across
the country.

Here are last year's winners.....

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the
country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those
boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

14. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

15. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

16. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

17. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

18. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

19. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

20. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

21. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

22. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

23. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

24. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

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volansky

another thought...

hello, friends,

so, on the heels of my question of yesterday comes this from bob herbert in the nytimes:

Why Aren’t We Shocked?

“Who needs a brain when you have these?”

— message on an Abercrombie & Fitch T-shirt for young women

In the recent shootings at an Amish schoolhouse in rural Pennsylvania and a large public high school in Colorado, the killers went out of their way to separate the girls from the boys, and then deliberately attacked only the girls.

Ten girls were shot and five killed at the Amish school. One girl was killed and a number of others were molested in the Colorado attack.

In the widespread coverage that followed these crimes, very little was made of the fact that only girls were targeted. Imagine if a gunman had gone into a school, separated the kids up on the basis of race or religion, and then shot only the black kids. Or only the white kids. Or only the Jews.

There would have been thunderous outrage. The country would have first recoiled in horror, and then mobilized in an effort to eradicate that kind of murderous bigotry. There would have been calls for action and reflection. And the attack would have been seen for what it really was: a hate crime.

None of that occurred because these were just girls, and we have become so accustomed to living in a society saturated with misogyny that violence against females is more or less to be expected. Stories about the rape, murder and mutilation of women and girls are staples of the news, as familiar to us as weather forecasts. The startling aspect of the Pennsylvania attack was that this terrible thing happened at a school in Amish country, not that it happened to girls.

The disrespectful, degrading, contemptuous treatment of women is so pervasive and so mainstream that it has just about lost its ability to shock. Guys at sporting events and other public venues have shown no qualms about raising an insistent chant to nearby women to show their breasts. An ad for a major long-distance telephone carrier shows three apparently naked women holding a billing statement from a competitor. The text asks, “When was the last time you got screwed?”

An ad for Clinique moisturizing lotion shows a woman’s face with the lotion spattered across it to simulate the climactic shot of a porn video.

We have a problem. Staggering amounts of violence are unleashed on women every day, and there is no escaping the fact that in the most sensational stories, large segments of the population are titillated by that violence. We’ve been watching the sexualized image of the murdered 6-year-old JonBenet Ramsey for 10 years. JonBenet is dead. Her mother is dead. And we’re still watching the video of this poor child prancing in lipstick and high heels.

What have we learned since then? That there’s big money to be made from thongs, spandex tops and sexy makeovers for little girls. In a misogynistic culture, it’s never too early to drill into the minds of girls that what really matters is their appearance and their ability to please men sexually.

A girl or woman is sexually assaulted every couple of minutes or so in the U.S. The number of seriously battered wives and girlfriends is far beyond the ability of any agency to count. We’re all implicated in this carnage because the relentless violence against women and girls is linked at its core to the wider society’s casual willingness to dehumanize women and girls, to see them first and foremost as sexual vessels — objects — and never, ever as the equals of men.

“Once you dehumanize somebody, everything is possible,” said Taina Bien-Aimé, executive director of the women’s advocacy group Equality Now.

That was never clearer than in some of the extreme forms of pornography that have spread like nuclear waste across mainstream America. Forget the embarrassed, inhibited raincoat crowd of the old days. Now Mr. Solid Citizen can come home, log on to this $7 billion mega-industry and get his kicks watching real women being beaten and sexually assaulted on Web sites with names like “Ravished Bride” and “Rough Sex — Where Whores Get Owned.”

Then, of course, there’s gangsta rap, and the video games where the players themselves get to maul and molest women, the rise of pimp culture (the Academy Award-winning song this year was “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp”), and on and on.

You’re deluded if you think this is all about fun and games. It’s all part of a devastating continuum of misogyny that at its farthest extreme touches down in places like the one-room Amish schoolhouse in normally quiet Nickel Mines, Pa.

i wonder how this might be received to the non-feminists.

smart kate passed along this link, which offers some insights that might prove valuable in this on-going conversation. check it out.

on a related note, i got an email today from a dear friend in canada. his plea, his observations and his resolution are all worrisome to me -- i fear once again we are hearing the fiddler tuning up. here's what he had to say:

Hey,

Well that's done it. This morning's signing of the Terror Interrogation Law has convinced me that America is not a safe place to visit anymore.

After rebelling against Britain for decisions made in isolation of the people affected; after 200 years of, however self-interestedly, exemplifying the benefits of a free society, where citizens can be assured of basic inalienable rights; after championing fundamental democratic principles such as freedom of the press; after creating a constitution with internal checks and balances to prevent the rise of tyranny, a constitution debated by some of the most prominent thinkers of the era, based on an understanding of history rarely demonstrated by public figures today; it's clear America has given up on itself.

It's been a while since the last appearance of America, altruist, but at least the lip service was still there. This most recent event, though, has shattered the last, hopeful, illusions I was clinging to. America is now soley about power and profit, it seems, and obfuscating its citizens into silence with sound-bite phrases like "The War on terror." (In itself an oxymoronic and inherently naive slogan.)

I know I'm preaching to the converted, I can't help it. I don't consider myself to be a reactionary, but I won't be travelling to the US until things change. A chance comment, and suddenly you're facing the death penalty in a court with no appeal, no recourse, no publicity, and essentially no defence? And the current US government won't hesitate to use it, I'm sure.

Not for me, thanks. I'll stay in countries that still respect fundamentals pioneered by America way back in the 18th century, and bolstered by multilateral agreements like the Geneva convention, among others.

For god's sake get busy and get the democrats to sweep the house and senate this fall! Failing that, we could probably use help getting rid of our own neo-Stalinist up here. A couple of million even mildly left-leaning Americans moving in to Alberta would make an enormous difference in the Canadian political landscape.

And we have good beer.

Gotohellifyouhatefreedom, indeed.

Cheers

pleasepleaseplease make sure you vote on november 7th. i fear what might happen if we continue on this track unchecked.

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volansky

feminism, liberalism and other dirty words

hello, friends,

this is pledge week in radio land, so if you go ga-ga over glass, tipsy over terry or moon over morning edition, make sure you give to your local public radio station. i'll be sending some cash to WHYY (www.whyy.org) and to YPR (www.wypr.org) .

i would suspect that "public radio" falls into the "dirty word" category.

the question, "are young women today feminists?" has been bandied around my circle for the last couple of weeks and the answer was recently revealed to me: a resounding NO.

out of 19 students in one class (10M, 9W), a grand total of THREE (2W, 1M) identified themselves as "feminists;" that is, they believe in the movement known as "feminism."

does this upset anyone other than me? has that word become so closely associated with the rush limbaugh-created "feminazi" that the advancement of "core" feminist issues -- equal pay, sexual harassment awareness, reproductive rights, victim advocacy -- are sidelined?

we do liberalism on wednesday. i'll keep you posted.

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volansky

america's newest sweethearts...

hello, friends,

is it mattolansky?

is it michechris?

brad and angelina may have a better word combo, but look at the joy, the love, the adoration.

the picture is worth a thousand words...

this is to prove to those folks who believe that i only schmooze with republicans... (see http://volanskyism.blogspot.com/2005/07/rove-story.html for further details)

on a more personal front, thanks to all involved for a terrific weekend. though i was an OLD WOMAN for most of it, i did have a dandy time. and for the record, at trader joe's today (www.traderjoes.com), i bagged my own groceries, thank you very much. and mr. walsh's hair was most assuredly in place.

and for those of you who are so inclined, please go see the fabulous pete pryor as michal in the wilma's production of martin mcdonagh's wonderful story, THE PILLOWMAN. here's a way to check it out: http://www.wilmatheater.org/)

finally, go eagles. it got a little tense there, but thank god for leto. whoa whoa whoa. you know the words. and you want to sing along...

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volansky

SexualHarassmentsexualharassment

hello, friends,

raining here in chestertownvilleburgheightsuponavon-shire, but i think that is okay. fall seems to have arrived for good, which makes at least one philosophy professor happy.

so, i've been reading up on this mark foley business and, given my history with OLEANNA, bob packwood (extra credit for anyone who can identify him -- where is he now??) and other related matters, i've found it to be completely fascinating.

have we learned NOTHING since the sexual harassment epidemic of the early 1990s? anyone remember anita hill? huh? the only difference between a pubic hair on a coke can and IMing to check what one's "friend" is wearing (or not wearing) is a wee bit of technology courtesy of al gore. am i right?

i joke, but of course, it is not a laughing matter. i am FURIOUS over the knee-jerk response of "pedophile = gay" and "abuse = alcoholic = gay." i mean, have we not moved along AT ALL?

for a more thoughtful analysis, you might want to revisit my good friend steve clemons' www.thewashingtonnote.com. he's been right on the money in examining the situation from a political point of view. and there are DARLING photos of oakley to boot.

one final thought. does anyone think that tonight's version of larry king is weird: "tonight, mark foley's former page speaks out! plus, olivia newton-john!"

my brain goes to weird places.

be good to each other.

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volansky

moving along

hello, friends,

sitting here at chez miller watching a wee bit of my hero, jon stewart. his guest this evening is dennis miller, a fellow that i really once truly loved (almost as much as stewart himself), but i've been a tad perplexed since he went to the dark side. i don't understand why he is now a "regular contributor to fox news." is it me, or is it upsetting?

he is still referencing himself into oblivion, which is funny.

i am wondering what the heck is going on with the page system down there in DC -- i did suggest to some friends that they should dress up as mark foley and his lad friend for halloween. feel free, anyone, to use it.

i am really knee-deep in work, people, which explains my sporadic postings. on the docket is a reading of bruce graham's new play (see http://www.ardentheatre.org/2007/dexandjulie.html for details) later this month, a workshop of MY NAME IS ASHER LEV and, oh yeah, my dissertation. if anyone cares to share stories about ken tynan or frank rich, i am open to suggestions. the topic: theater critics turned cultural observers. i am ENTHRALLED with my topic and am willing to engage anyone in a conversation.

i've said a sad farewell to the divine miss jess and have started a serious grown-up cleaning of 2210. if anyone has an extra twin or double bed just rotting away in their basement, i'd love to take it off of your hands. and then invite you over to sleep in it!

i am missing a lot of people these days, what with all of the work -- you know who you are. but i think of each and every one of you before i go to bed at night and hope to see you all again soon. come down for a visit!

a special shout-out to brother rob, out there in japan.

THIS JUST IN: the persian and the polack arrive on our eastern seaboard on or around october 23rd! stay tuned for details on where and when to shower them with kisses.

fight the good fight.

gotohellifyouhatefreedom,
volansky