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Guest Blog: "Imagine if the Tea Party Was Black" - Tim Wise
Let's play a game, shall we? The name of the game is called "Imagine." The way it's played is simple: we'll envision recent happenings in the news, but then change them up a bit. Instead of envisioning white people as the main actors in the scenes we'll conjure - the ones who are driving the action - we'll envision black folks or other people of color instead. The object of the game is to imagine the public reaction to the events or incidents, if the main actors were of color, rather than white. Whoever gains the most insight into the workings of race in America, at the end of the game, wins.
So let's begin.
Imagine that hundreds of black protesters were to descend upon Washington DC and Northern Virginia, just a few miles from the Capitol and White House, armed with AK-47s, assorted handguns, and ammunition. And imagine that some of these protesters --the black protesters -- spoke of the need for political revolution, and possibly even armed conflict in the event that laws they didn't like were enforced by the government? Would these protester -- these black protesters with guns -- be seen as brave defenders of the Second Amendment, or would they be viewed by most whites as a danger to the republic? What if they were Arab-Americans? Because, after all, that's what happened recently when white gun enthusiasts descended upon the nation's capital, arms in hand, and verbally announced their readiness to make war on the country's political leaders if the need arose.
Imagine that white members of Congress, while walking to work, were surrounded by thousands of angry black people, one of whom proceeded to spit on one of those congressmen for not voting the way the black demonstrators desired. Would the protesters be seen as merely patriotic Americans voicing their opinions, or as an angry, potentially violent, and even insurrectionary mob? After all, this is what white Tea Party protesters did recently in Washington.
Imagine that a rap artist were to say, in reference to a white president: "He's a piece of shit and I told him to suck on my machine gun." Because that's what rocker Ted Nugent said recently about President Obama.
Imagine that a prominent mainstream black political commentator had long employed an overt bigot as Executive Director of his organization, and that this bigot regularly participated in black separatist conferences, and once assaulted a white person while calling them by a racial slur. When that prominent black commentator and his sister -- who also works for the organization -- defended the bigot as a good guy who was misunderstood and "going through a tough time in his life" would anyone accept their excuse-making? Would that commentator still have a place on a mainstream network? Because that's what happened in the real world, when Pat Buchanan employed as Executive Director of his group, America's Cause, a blatant racist who did all these things, or at least their white equivalents: attending white separatist conferences and attacking a black woman while calling her the n-word.
Imagine that a black radio host were to suggest that the only way to get promoted in the administration of a white president is by "hating black people," or that a prominent white person had only endorsed a white presidential candidate as an act of racial bonding, or blamed a white president for a fight on a school bus in which a black kid was jumped by two white kids, or said that he wouldn't want to kill all conservatives, but rather, would like to leave just enough--"living fossils" as he called them--"so we will never forget what these people stood for." After all, these are things that Rush Limbaugh has said, about Barack Obama's administration, Colin Powell's endorsement of Barack Obama, a fight on a school bus in Belleville, Illinois in which two black kids beat up a white kid, and about liberals, generally.
Imagine that a black pastor, formerly a member of the U.S. military, were to declare, as part of his opposition to a white president's policies, that he was ready to "suit up, get my gun, go to Washington, and do what they trained me to do." This is, after all, what Pastor Stan Craig said recently at a Tea Party rally in Greenville, South Carolina.
Imagine a black radio talk show host gleefully predicting a revolution by people of color if the government continues to be dominated by the rich white men who have been "destroying" the country, or if said radio personality were to call Christians or Jews non-humans, or say that when it came to conservatives, the best solution would be to "hang 'em high." And what would happen to any congressional representative who praised that commentator for "speaking common sense" and likened his hate talk to "American values?" After all, those are among the things said by radio host and best-selling author Michael Savage, predicting white revolution in the face of multiculturalism, or said by Savage about Muslims and liberals, respectively. And it was Congressman Culbertson, from Texas, who praised Savage in that way, despite his hateful rhetoric.
Imagine a black political commentator suggesting that the only thing the guy who flew his plane into the Austin, Texas IRS building did wrong was not blowing up Fox News instead. This is, after all, what Anne Coulter said about Tim McVeigh, when she noted that his only mistake was not blowing up the New York Times.
Imagine that a popular black liberal website posted comments about the daughter of a white president, calling her "typical redneck trash," or a "whore" whose mother entertains her by "making monkey sounds." After all that's comparable to what conservatives posted about Malia Obama on freerepublic.com last year, when they referred to her as "ghetto trash."
Imagine that black protesters at a large political rally were walking around with signs calling for the lynching of their congressional enemies. Because that's what white conservatives did last year, in reference to Democratic party leaders in Congress.
In other words, imagine that even one-third of the anger and vitriol currently being hurled at President Obama, by folks who are almost exclusively white, were being aimed, instead, at a white president, by people of color. How many whites viewing the anger, the hatred, the contempt for that white president would then wax eloquent about free speech, and the glories of democracy? And how many would be calling for further crackdowns on thuggish behavior, and investigations into the radical agendas of those same people of color?
To ask any of these questions is to answer them. Protest is only seen as fundamentally American when those who have long had the luxury of seeing themselves as prototypically American engage in it. When the dangerous and dark "other" does so, however, it isn't viewed as normal or natural, let alone patriotic. Which is why Rush Limbaugh could say, this past week, that the Tea Parties are the first time since the Civil War that ordinary, common Americans stood up for their rights: a statement that erases the normalcy and "American-ness" of blacks in the civil rights struggle, not to mention women in the fight for suffrage and equality, working people in the fight for better working conditions, and LGBT folks as they struggle to be treated as full and equal human beings.
And this, my friends, is what white privilege is all about. The ability to threaten others, to engage in violent and incendiary rhetoric without consequence, to be viewed as patriotic and normal no matter what you do, and never to be feared and despised as people of color would be, if they tried to get away with half the shit we do, on a daily basis.
Tim Wise is among the most prominent anti-racist writers and activists in the U.S. Wise has spoken in 48 states, on over 400 college campuses, and to community groups around the nation. Wise has provided anti-racism training to teachers nationwide, and has trained physicians and medical industry professionals on how to combat racial inequities in health care. His latest book is called Between Barack and a Hard Place.
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His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the man.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in n heaven," says the senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress.. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises....
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
"Now it's time to visit heaven."
So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. "I don't understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning.. .
Today you voted
Ukiah woman, 30, killed in Hwy. 128 crash
The Mendocino County Coroner's Office has released the name of a 30-year-old Ukiah woman who died in a Highway 128 collision Tuesday.
Valeri Hammang-Campbell died from injuries she sustained in the crash, which occurred about 11:25 a.m. Tuesday, the California Highway Patrol stated.
At the time of the collision, Hammang-Campbell was driving a 1989 Honda Civic westbound on Highway 128 at an unknown speed. A 1998 Mercedes was eastbound near mile marker 6.08 at about 45 miles per hour when the Honda swerved, the CHP stated.
Hammang-Campbell's vehicle crossed into the eastbound lane. The driver of the Mercedes applied the brakes but was unable to avoid the Honda, the CHP stated.
Emergency crews arrived at the scene to find the driver of the Honda had major injuries; she was flown by Cal-Star helicopter to Ukiah Valley Medical Center, but died from her injuries upon arrival, the CHP stated.
The driver of the Mercedes, Kathleen Wishner, and passenger William Wishner, of Pasadena, sustained minor injuries, the CHP stated.
All three people were wearing seat belts at the time of the collision, the CHP stated. The Anderson Valley Fire Department, the Albion Little River Fire Department, Fort Bragg Ambulance and the Anderson Valley Fire Department responded to the scene, the CHP stated.
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A breakthrough new book from physicist and researcher Milo Wolff leads to a dramatic rethinking of our scientific Natural Laws¾starting with the smallest elements of matter.
"Schrödinger's Universe: Einstein, Waves & the Origin of the Natural Laws" (www.outskirtspress.com) provides persuasive evidence for the Wave Structure of Matter, Wolff's theory is that tiny waves, not particles, form the basis for all matter in the Universe. This major leap in thinking replaces the old Greek concept of discrete material particles. The groundwork was laid by an elite pedigree of scientists, including Erwin Schrödinger and Albert Einstein, whose familiar theories were just a beginning. Their suggestions of the Wave Structure of Matter (WSM) are worked out for the first time in "Schrödinger's Universe."
The ramifications are huge. The Wave Structure of Matter provides a quantitative origin of the fundamental Natural laws, the basis of everything in science. And yet, the entire premise is elegantly simple: just two properties of the quantum space around us, pure energy of waves in space, provide us with knowledge of the Universe. Wolff explains; the electron is comprised of a pair of spherical outward and inward quantum waves, convergent to a center, and existing in quantum space. This is termed a space resonance. This space resonance is the physical origin of the previously unknown electron quantum spin, Wolff shows how spin occurs when the inward quantum wave undergoes spherical rotation to become the outward wave. The origins of the Natural Laws are found in such wave pairs.
In addition, Wolff shows how WSM could lead to radical new applications such as new ways to build tiny microchips and a fresh understanding of the cosmos. And the many enigmas, puzzles of the centuries-old particle notion, are understood for the first time, using the new concepts of the WSM,
Experts agree. "This book peers into the foundations of science, particles, and the natural laws, and relates them to the enigmas of the universe," states Tom Gehrels of the University of Arizona. And Nancy Kolenda, editor of Frontier Perspectives at Temple University, calls it "An exciting, reader-friendly Nature's Theory of Everything--no scientist should miss it."
Those interested in philosophy will find breathtaking conclusions about the connections of life to the Universe. The underlying message of the WSM is that: We are part of the Universe and the Universe is part of us, because everything consists of waves in space.
All of this is explained in reader-friendly language for everyone from the curious layman to the practicing physicist or philosopher. An expansive appendix provides equations and references for this new revolutionary science.
"Schrödinger's Universe: Einstein, Waves & the Origin of the Natural Laws" is now available through Ingram, Baker & Taylor, Amazon.com, Barnesandnoble.com, and the online bookstore of Outskirts Press, at Outskirtspress.com/store.php.
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I'm reading your overview of 'quantum matter' and it sure looks right from my (non-physical, spiritual) understanding.
I've been seeing visions of how space 'worked' since I was seventeen. I'm fifty-one now.
My non-mathematical understanding goes as such:
We live inside a fluid which has higher tensile strength than steel, which is essentially as invisible to us as water to a fish, and from which all 'matter' is created.
'Matter' is the phenomenon created by gravity within this space-time fluid. Gravity is the force that bends space-time past our experience. Each 'particle' of matter is a point of gravity sucking this fluid out of existence.
As the fluid funnels out, it creates a main, spherical, standing wave surrounding the singularity (every point of matter is a singularity where space time bends past existence--it's just that the black holes, being agglomerations of bunches of individual singularities, stand out even in our universe).
That inner sphere (a proton) has another standing wave (in most configurations) which is in 'orbit' (a bigger sphere) above the smaller sphere.
Globbing the big spheres together makes the standing waves orbiting have to find more space in which to be a proper vortex (electron shells).
In some instances the standing wave may actually be able to be re-packed back onto the inner sphere, making it a neutron.
If you get enough of the spheres together, they tend to aggregate (sucking up the space between them), and if there's enough of them aggregated, they suck enough space in per unit time that you can actually walk on them w/o falling off.
How many men does it take to open a beer?
None. It should be opened when she brings it.
Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?
Because a woman who can't even afford a washing machine will probably never be able to support you.
Why do women have smaller feet than men?
It's one of those 'evolutionary things' that allows them to stand closer to the kitchen sink.
How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?
When she starts a sentence with 'A man once told me.....'
How do you fix a woman's watch?
You don't. There is a clock on the oven.
If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the front door, who do you let in first?
The dog, of course. He'll shut up once you let him in.
Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes a woman's sex drive by 90%.
It's called a Wedding Cake.
Why do men die before their wives?
They want to.
Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.
Send this to a few good men who need a laugh and to the select few women who can handle it!
A formal complaint was filed against Phelps on November 8, 1977, by the Kansas State Board of Law Examiners for his conduct during a lawsuit against a court reporter named Carolene Brady. Brady had failed to have a court transcript ready for Phelps on the day he asked for it; though it did not affect the outcome of the case for which Phelps had requested the transcript, Phelps still requested $22,000 in damages from her. In the ensuing trial, Phelps called Brady to the stand, declared her a hostile witness, and then cross-examined her for nearly a week, during which he accused her of being a "slut," tried to introduce testimony from former boyfriends whom Phelps wanted to subpoena, and accused her of a variety of perverse sexual acts, ultimately reducing her to tears on the stand. Phelps lost the case; according to the Kansas Supreme Court:
|"||The trial became an exhibition of a personal vendetta by Phelps against Carolene Brady. His examination was replete with repetition, badgering, innuendo, belligerence, irrelevant and immaterial matter, evidencing only a desire to hurt and destroy the defendant. The jury verdict didn't stop the onslaught of Phelps. He was not satisfied with the hurt, pain, and damage he had visited on Carolene Brady.||"|
In an appeal, Phelps prepared affidavits swearing to the court that he had eight witnesses whose testimony would convince the court to rule in his favor. Brady, in turn, obtained sworn, signed affidavits from the eight people in question, all of whom said that Phelps had never contacted them and that they had no reason to testify against Brady. Phelps had committedperjury.
On July 20, 1979, Phelps was permanently disbarred from practicing law in the state of Kansas, though he continued to practice in the Federal courts.
In 1985, nine Federal judges filed a disciplinary complaint against Phelps and five of his children, alleging false accusations against the judges. In 1989, the complaint was settled; Phelps agreed to stop practicing law in Federal court permanently, and two of his children were suspended for periods of six months and one year.
Cascadia, Cascadia, the drugs help ease the pain.
We come here from Newfoundland, Quebec and Ontario
And call our folks in winter-time, to laugh cuz they've got snow.
Sang de revolte je prends partant mon grandpapa et pere
Cascadia, Cascadia, Oh faultline under me
You wouldn't want to be here when we fall into the sea.
The newcomers don't have names yet, but that'll soon change. The research program hosts an annual contest to name its new calves, with the winners receiving birth certificates for the reindeer they've named.
The facility experiments with feeding techniques to aid reindeer ranchers.
On the Net:
To submit a reindeer name: http://reindeer.salrm.uaf.edu/sidebar/calfwatch.php
Earthquakes in Los Angeles, Oregon, and Alaska all 4 on Richter
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Media attention has been on the Tuesday Los Angeles Earthquake that was 4.4 on the Richter scale, but there were earthquakes in Los Angeles and in Oregon and Alaska and all at or over 4 on the Richter Scale over the last two days.
According to the USGS, the Los Angeles Earthquake was located 18.9 miles below Pico Rivera, CA. But it wasn't the only quake over 4 to hit the West Coast over the past two days.
A larger earthquake, at 4.6, was located at Bandon, Oregon, a town of just over 2,800 people. While that quake hit on March 15th, it went largely unreported.
And Alaska has been the epicenter of eight earthquakes in the past two days and all over 3 on the Richter Scale - this too was largely unreported. The largest quake was today, Tuesday, and just after the LA quake. It was located in Rampart, AK and was 4 on the Richter Scale.
If your curious, check the information yourself here: http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/recenteqsus/Quakes/quakes_big.php. It's rather alarming.
The Alaska region has faced 245 earthquakes, most under 3, over the last week alone; see: http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/recenteqsus/Maps/special/Alaska.php. If I'm reading the data correctly, Alaska's the most active area in the World over the last week, as of this writing.
Facsimile of the original manuscript about chess by Luca Pacioli who wrote this treatise in the vernacular in XVI century. (Archivio Coronini Cronberg. Biblioteca "il gioco degli scacchi", ms. mm. 160x115, cc. 48,XV sec., collocation n. 7955). It contains "decisions" made in the medieval manner and others in accordance with the new " a la rabiosa" technique introduced at the end of the XV century. The case contains the facsimile and the critical essay: Luca Pacioli's chess. Renaissance evolution of a mathematical game.
Dimensions cm 11,5 x 16
The facsimile is presented in a special box made from a single block of mature oak. The box has been made by hand and each is immersed in a mixture of incense, myrrh, mastic, and biological alcohol in order to preserve it and ensure it does not alter with time.
The spine of the box is printed with fifteenth-century characters.
The pages of the facsimile have been folded and cut by hand.
The edges of the pages have been treated with coloured methylcellulose.
The pages are hand-sewn using a full stitch on two cords using hemp with cotton thread.
The cover is made from hand-coloured goatskin and the friezes are blind-stamped with a magnesium plate.
The slipcase contains the facsimile and a critical essay that explains the work itself.
The slipcase is embellished with gold tooling and a window in the front board that offers an immediate view of the beauty of the facsimile.
Each copy is numbered and accompanied by a certificate of authenticity.
The edition is restricted to 999 numbered and certified copies.
Price: available on request
His support of the "ladies" ought not to surprise us. There is an important link between Posada and these "ladies." The link is called Santiago Alvarez Fernández-Magriña. It's a well established fact, admitted even by the "ladies" themselves that their organization receives $1,500 a month from Rescate Jurídico [Legal Rescue] in Miami. Posada and the "ladies" share the same godfather.
The president of Rescate Jurídico is no more and no less than Santiago Alvarez Fernández-Magriña. An extremely close friend and Luis Posada Carriles' financial sponsor, Alvarez was the person who brought Posada to the United States on his boat, the Santrina, according to documents from the U.S. District Attorney's office. A few weeks later, he organized the famous and shameful press conference for Posada Carriles who had up until that point been "hidden" in Miami. Alvarez is also the same person who got one of his people to place two bombs in the lobby bar of the Copacabana Hotel in 1997 in Havana. This conversation was recorded and exposed on Cuban television.
It's evident that the terrorist history of this sinister person did not stop the "ladies" from involving themselves in this game and receiving money salted with Cuban blood. In the United States, receiving money from a terrorist organization is a felony that carries a harsh punishment. I suppose the same is true in Cuba. Nevertheless, until now, the only sanction that these "ladies" have received is repudiation from Cubans in the street. The Cuban government has shown itself to be extremely tolerant, even providing police protection.
Here's a suggestion for Posada Carriles. If he really wants to march in support of Santiago Alvarez Fernández-Magriña's "ladies," he ought to go to Havana to do it. As Calle 13 would say, "I dare you!"
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All across America, law officers are grabbing powers they never had before, that are not theirs to grab-- bullying, arresting, abusing citizens. At least this woman video taped the perpetrators. If she finds a good lawyer, she should be able to sue.
Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you shake your head and say it's a shame. Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song. See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight. There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night. We'll make a man of him put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly and to sing in the rain. The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water -- as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other -- as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling -- but the master of the house is far away. The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword. And the youngest of the family is moving with authority. Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside. The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need. The young men of the household have all gone into service and are not to be expected for a year. The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster -- has formed the plan to change the man he seems. And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword. And the oldest of the family is moving with authority. Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run. What do you do when the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam -- and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam. LATER. I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man -- twenty years too late. Your bread and water's going cold. Your hair is too short and neat. I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me. You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares. You're unaware that your doings aren't done. And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be. But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies and your silver-buckle shoes. Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time. The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are -- and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars. And you wonder who to call on. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual. LATER. See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace. There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease. We'll take the child from him put it to the test teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest. QUOTE We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons cats are on the upgrade upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac. LATER In the clear white circles of morning wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills. And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills. With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention, while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen. Saying -- how's your granny and good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win. The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call. And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall. The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun. Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one. Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! Let me tell you the tales of your life of your love and the cut of the knife the tireless oppression the wisdom instilled the desire to kill or be killed. Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by. The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool toasts his god in the sky. So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed with the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise and from the pan under your bed. Let me make you a present of song as the wise man breaks wind and is gone while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along. So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you and the hour of judgement draweth near. Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour or the wiser man who rushes clear. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super-crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual. OF COURSE So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
Happy Easter, writch
Victims of sexual abuse by priests demonstrated at the Vatican on Thursday demanding that Pope Benedict open up files on pedophile Catholic clerics.
The demonstration came as a leading cardinal denounced what he called a "conspiracy" to discredit the Catholic Church and said he could understand why some bishops hushed up cases of pedophilia so as not to harm the Church's good name.
Four leaders of the U.S.-based Survivor Network of those Abused by Priests (SNAP), all of whom were sexually abused by priests, including being raped and sodomized, held up photos of themselves as children and signs reading "Stop the Secrecy Now."
"I would ask the pope if he would please open up the files from the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith and turn over all the information to the police," said Barbara Blaine, the president of SNAP.
She was referring to the Department once headed by the pope when he was a cardinal, which judges cases of sexual abuse.
"I would also ask him to make a public order to all bishops across the globe that all predator priests must be removed from ministry immediately," she said minutes before police took away the SNAP leaders' passports and led them away for questioning.
A scandal of alleged cover-ups of sexual abuse of children by priests has been convulsing the Roman Catholic Church in Europe with even more intensity than a similar one that hit the United States eight years ago.
But this time it has come perilously close to the pope himself as victims groups have said they want to know how he handled cases before his election in 2005.
There have been allegations of a cover-up of sexual abuse in Munich when he was the city's archbishop from 1977 to 1981. Victims groups have called for information on his decisions when he headed the Vatican doctrinal department from 1981 to 2005.
SORRY NOT ENOUGH
"The pope has said he is sorry," said John Pilmaier, who was abused when he was in second grade more than 30 years ago.
"But what the pope will not admit is what he knew and what the people inside the Vatican knew. He owes it to every survivor and their families to be honest with us and explain what happened behind those walls, what was covered up, and to finally tell us the truth," he said.
At a breakfast meeting with reporters, one of the pope's top aides, Cardinal Jose Saraiva Martins, denounced what he called "a conspiracy" against the Church.
"This is a pretext for attacking the Church," he said. "There is a well-organized plan with a very clear aim," he said, without spelling out who was behind it.
Saraiva Martins said that while he was in favor of zero tolerance now, he could understand why some bishops covered up cases of child abuse in the past.
"We should not be too scandalized if some bishops knew about it but kept it secret. This is what happens in every family, you don't wash your dirty laundry in public," he said.
He also accused lawyers of "wanting to make a lot of money" by digging up decades-old cases and filing law suits.
Holding up pictures of American children who were abused by priests, the SNAP leaders spoke of the case of Rev. Lawrence Murphy of Milwaukee, who was accused of sexually abusing as many as 200 deaf boys.
The New York Times reported on Thursday that the Vatican did not defrock him in the late 1990s -- when the current pope was head of the office dealing with abuse -- despite receiving clear warnings from bishops that his case was serious and could embarrass the Church.
Among 25 internal Church documents the Times posted on its website was a 1996 letter about Murphy to Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger, then the Vatican's top doctrinal official and now Pope Benedict, showing he was informed of his case.
Vatican spokesman Father Federico Lombardi said he was not disciplined because Church laws do not require automatic punishment.
John 18 (New International Version)
Jesus Arrested1When he had finished praying, Jesus left with his disciples and crossed the Kidron Valley. On the other side there was an olive grove, and he and his disciples went into it.
2Now Judas, who betrayed him, knew the place, because Jesus had often met there with his disciples.3So Judas came to the grove, guiding a detachment of soldiers and some officials from the chief priests and Pharisees. They were carrying torches, lanterns and weapons.
4Jesus, knowing all that was going to happen to him, went out and asked them, "Who is it you want?"
5"Jesus of Nazareth," they replied.
"I am he," Jesus said. (And Judas the traitor was standing there with them.) 6When Jesus said, "I am he," they drew back and fell to the ground.
7Again he asked them, "Who is it you want?"
And they said, "Jesus of Nazareth."
8"I told you that I am he," Jesus answered. "If you are looking for me, then let these men go." 9This happened so that the words he had spoken would be fulfilled: "I have not lost one of those you gave me."[a]
10Then Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it and struck the high priest's servant, cutting off his right ear. (The servant's name was Malchus.)
11Jesus commanded Peter, "Put your sword away! Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?"
Jesus Taken to Annas12Then the detachment of soldiers with its commander and the Jewish officials arrested Jesus. They bound him 13and brought him first to Annas, who was the father-in-law of Caiaphas, the high priest that year. 14Caiaphas was the one who had advised the Jews that it would be good if one man died for the people.
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