Gordon Duff: Look After The Vets Who Are Still Alive

Gordon Duff on Crosses of Distraction:

“Veterans own billions in land across the US, held in trust by the Department of Veterans Affairs. Where that land is wanted by others, it will be given away and sold. Veterans housing, however, will be handled by special interest groups, churches with wild ideas, failed drug rehabilitation programs run by “hucksters” with political connections and petty gangsters who will get free land, free buildings and free money which will, somehow magically, end up being used for everything but veterans housing.

This is going on “full speed” as we speak and no one is saying a word, nobody really but Bob Rosebrock and his small group of supporters, the “Old Guard” who have been protesting these abuses every Sunday, without fail for almost 3 full years.

What is it about? How do we fix it?

It is time we admit that those controlling veterans organizations, the real voices, are nothing but Washington hacks who should be “shilling” for pharmaceutical companies or selling used cars. Their failures are epic and have been for decades. The major veterans organizations lost their way 50 years ago and the “slack” has been picked up by dozens of activist organizations, unfunded but dedicated.

This is the truth of it and it is a shameful thing for the United States.

We could talk war itself. Does anyone know why we are fighting or who? At least check, for each estimated “Al Qaeda” member in Afghanistan, we had 20,000 troops.

In fact, upon closer examination, something newspapers in America and our Congress are unlikely to do, almost everything believed about the “war on terror” and “9/11? is proving to be something very wrong. You may not know it now, you may never want to believe it, but it is true. Something very wrong, very evil, very “unAmerican” happened and is still going on.

With all the talk about honoring the dead, defending “crosses” or dishonoring Jewish War dead, who speaks for the living? In Los Angeles, it is Robert Rosebrock and his friends, harassed and threatened, abandoned by the Jewish War Veterans, abandoned by the American Legion, abandoned by the VFW.

If you want to be abandoned, try defending the weak, the abused, the heroic, the honorable from the rich, the greedy and the heartless.

In February, Rosebrock will be in court. He is suing the Department of Veterans Affairs for arresting him for protesting, trying to force them to do what they are supposed to do, protect and serve America’s veterans. The ACLU is standing with him.

After three years, the police who arrested him repeatedly, employees of the Department of Veterans Affairs are standing with him also.

Most veterans groups are not. Why? Too busy with politics and religion?”

Facebook Uses Security Concerns To Probe User Privacy

Graham Cluley at Naked Security:

“Over the last few weeks we have been contacted by a number of members of the Sophos Facebook page, concerned by a message they saw on Facebook, warning them that their account protection was “very low”.

Your account protection status: Very low

Your account protection status: Very low
Increase protection

With fake anti-virus (also known as scareware) attacks becoming an ever-growing problem (they attempt to trick you into believing your computer has a security problem when it doesn’t), some security-conscious Facebook users might worry that this is a similarly-styled assault, designed to scare you into taking perhaps unwise actions.

Certainly the warning message gives you the impression that there’s something seriously wrong with how you have defended your Facebook account. I must admit I was surprised to see the message appear on my own Facebook account as I have been quite fastidious in my security settings on the social network, following Sophos’s guidelines for better privacy on Facebook.

So, I was curious to find out just why Facebook believed that my account protection status was “very low”, and what they thought I should do to fix that.

If you do click on the link, the first thing you are asked to do is enter an additional email address. Facebook’s thinking is that if you lose control of the, say, Hotmail or Gmail account that you normally log into the site with, you’ll be able to regain access to your Facebook account by giving them an alternative email address. They could then use this, for instance, to communicate with you.

Facebook requests an alternative email address

That’s reasonable enough, of course, if you feel comfortable giving Facebook another email address for yourself. And there is a genuine problem of users having the same password on their Facebook and email accounts – meaning that you could potentially lose control of both at the same time, making comandeering back control of your Facebook presence tricky.

But, there’s no indication of what else Facebook might do with this alternative email address of yours. Not only would you be right to be concerned about whether you are increasing the potential for data loss by sharing alternative email addresses with online companies, but is it possible that Facebook might also use this secondary email address to further interconnect you with possible contacts? There is, after all, no indication on the page that they are not going to use your secondary email address in any other way.”

Christmas 1914 in No Man’s Land

Christmas Eve 1914:

Christmas Eve 1914, stars were burning, burning bright
And all along the Western front guns were lying still and quiet
Men lay dozing in the trenches, in the cold and in the dark
And far away behind the lines the village dog began tae bark

Some lay thinking of their families, some sang songs while others were quiet
Rolling fags and playing brag to pass away that Christmas night
As they watched the German trenches, something moved in no man’s land
Through the dark there came a soldier carrying a white flag in his hand

Then from both sides men came running, crossing into no man’s land
Through the barbed wire, mud and shell-holes, shyly stood there shaking hands
Fritz brought out cigars and brandy, Tommy brought corned beef and fags
Stood there talking, shyly laughing, as the moon shone down on no man’s land

Then Christmas Day we all played football in the mud of no man’s land
Tommy brought some Christmas pudding, Fritz brought out a German band
When they beat us at the football we shared out all our grub and drink
Then Fritz showed me a faded photo of a brown-haired girl back in Berlin

For four days after no one fired, not one shell disturbed the night
For old Fritz and Tommy Atkins, they’d both lost their will to fight
So they withdrew us from the trenches, sent us far behind the lines
Sent fresh lads to take our places and told the guns, Prepare to fire

And next night in 1914, flares were burning, burning bright
The orders came, Prepare offensive! Over the top your going tonight
And men stood waiting in the trenches, looked out across our football park
As all along the Western front the Christmas guns began tae bark

And men stood waiting in the trenches, looked out across our football park
As all along the Western front the Christmas guns began tae bark

[1987:]

In no-man’s-land, between the British and the German trenches during the Christmas truce of that year [1914], an extraordinary event occurred.

“The night was cold. We sang, they applauded. Our lines were only two hundred feet apart. We played the mouth organ, they sang, then we applauded. They produced a set of bagpipes and played their poetic tunes.
Men were waving torches and cheering. We had prepared grog and drank a toast.”

[Letter] from a German soldier. –

From both sides men came running, and soon were fraternizing “in the most genuine possible manner. Every sort of souvenir was exchanged, addresses given and received.” A German N.C.O. with an Iron Cross, gained “for conspicuous skill in sniping, started his fellows off on some marching tune. I set the note for the Bonnie Boys of Scotland, and so we went on and ended up with Auld Lang Syne which we all – English, Scots, Irish, Prussians and Wurttembergers – joined in.”

[Diary] of a British Captain. – From some old rags and cord a makeshift football was made, and by the light of flares the two sides played a game of soccer, their previous deadly activities forgotten. (Notes Danny
Doyle, ’20 Years A-Growing’)

[1988:] At some points a “live and let live” system evolved – a means of existence involving tacit co-operation between the sides, recognizing a rough parity of forces. […] One was to have an unspoken agreement […] not to shell latrines nor to open fire during breakfast. Another was to make as
much noise as possible before a minor raid, so that the other side could withdraw to their protected bunkers. This limitation on hostilities did not exist everywhere and was stamped on by command when it came to light. But even such informal arrangements as survived could be quickly buried,
along with men killed by snipers, by the odd shell, or gas. The fraternization that did go on briefly between the lines on Christmas Day 1914 did not characterize the way the war was fought in the trenches.
Violence was always below the surface, ready to explode. (J.M. Winter, The Experience of World War I, 133ff)

Israel Claims US Too Distracted By Wikileaks To Broker Middle East Deal

AP reports that Israel believes the US is too distracted by Wikileaks to broker a deal on West Bank settlements with the Palestinians:

“Israel’s defense minister said Tuesday the U.S. has halted talks with Israel about curbing West Bank settlement construction and resuming peace talks with the Palestinians because Washington is distracted by the WikiLeaks release of secret documents.

Ehud Barak told a parliamentary committee that Washington was busy dealing with fallout from the release of diplomatic memos on the WikiLeaks website, as well as with tensions between North and South Korea.”

Misogyny: Alive And Well In The US

Intent Blog:

“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.”

Don’t Boycott Amazon Over Wikileaks

Excellent piece at Mises blog by S. Oliva on the hysteria being whipped up against the great free-market success, Amazon, over wikileaks.

Oliva:

“The London Guardian reported:

The United States struck its first blow against WikiLeaks after Amazon.com pulled the plug on hosting the whistleblowing website in an apparent reaction to heavy political pressure.

The main website and a sub-site devoted to the diplomatic documents were unavailable from the US and Europe on Wednesday, as Amazon servers refused to acknowledge requests for data.

The plug was pulled as the influential senator and chairman of the homeland security committee, Joe Lieberman, called for a boycott of the site by US companies.

“[Amazon’s] decision to cut off WikiLeaks now is the right decision and should set the standard for other companies WikiLeaks is using to distribute its illegally seized material,” he said.

In response, I’ve seen a few libertarians who are now calling for their own boycott of Amazon — ”I won’t be shopping there this holiday season,” etc. — to protest the company’s capitulation. I’m sorry, but that’s childish and stupid. First of all, you’re adopting the very tactics the state used against Amazon. Second, what you’re basically saying is that you’re going to let statists like Joe Lieberman decide where you will and won’t shop. That’s asinine. Third, it’s one thing to boycott a firm that actively colludes with the state or, say, lobbies for political favors; Amazon was a victim here, not a belligerent.

Given that you have prominent political and media personalities demanding the outright murder of Wikileaks officials, I think it’s a reasonable act of self-preservation for Amazon to heed these threats. I’m normally the first to criticize companies that fail to stand up to bullying by government regulators. But for the moment, this is a much different, and much more volatile, situation. The anti-Wikileaks forces are led by mentally and emotionally unbalanced animals. Right now they are capable of anything. Amazon is under no ethical duty to stick their necks out in this context.

But back to my original point. While everyone has to decide for themselves where and when to “boycott” a company, I respectfully suggest a policy of punishing those firms that yield to state pressure does nothing to advance the cause of liberty. I know of many small businesses that were forced to sign “consent orders” at gunpoint. Would it be ethical to boycott these mom-and-pop stores as well to send a message to the aggressors? I think not. And I think that applies even to large, successful businesses like Amazon.”

‘V’ For Vendetta: Evey Reborn

UPDATE

Please note, I believe that “V for Vendetta” is a film intended to seed certain memes into the anti-globalization/anti-empire crowd.

It is a part of the controlled dialectic (the good pagan revolutionaries versus the evil Christian fascists, in this case).

I cite it without comment, because it is a powerful passage. However, my citation shouldn’t be read as an endorsement of the philosophy behind the piece.

I am a Christian and believe God is transcendent, although his presence can be apprehended through nature (“Behold the liles of the field”) and through our own selves (“the kingdom of God is within you.”)

As for  the panENtheism of Hinduism (and the Kabbalah), that is a more complicated question.

Panentheism is not pantheism. It is not the worship of the forces of nature.

Christians are told to distance themselves from the PRACTICE of things such as divination and astrology, even when it seems to be innocuous.

But understanding the symbolic language behind astrology and divination is not only acceptable, it’s vital.

ORIGINAL POST

This is an excerpt from the anti-fascist film,  “V for Vendetta” (a dystopia based on the comic book series by Alan Moore and David Lloyd, screen-play by the Wachowski brothers):

(‘V’ is a masked revolutionary bent on destroying the totalitarian government of Britain)

Evey In Her Cell:

Interrogator: I am instructed to inform you that you have been convicted by special tribunal and unless you are ready to offer your cooperation you are to be executed.

Do you understand..what I am telling you?

Evey: Yes

Interrogator: Are you ready to cooperate?

Evey: No

Interrogator: Very well then. Escort Ms Hammond to her cell. Arrange a detail of six men and take her out behind the chemical sheds and shoot her.

Guard: It’s time.

Evey: I’m ready.

Guard: Look. All they want is one little piece of information. Just give them something.  Anything

Evey: Thank you. But I’d rather die behind the chemical sheds.

Guard: Then you have no fear any more. You’re completely free.

Evey and ‘V’

V [Entering] Hello, Evey.

Evey:…You…it was you…

V: Yeah.

Evey/: That wasn’t real. Is Gordon….?

V I’m sorry, but Mr. Dietrich’s dead. I thought they’d arrest him but when they found a Koran in his house, they had him executed. Fortunately I got to you before they did.

Evey: You got to me? You did this to me? You cut my hair? You tortured me? You tortured me! Why?

V: You said you wanted to live without fear. I wish there’d been an easier way, but there wasn’t.

Evey: Oh, my God!

V: I know you may never forgive me, but nor will you ever understand how hard it was for me to do what I did. Every day, I saw in myself everything you see in me now. Every day, I wanted to end it. But each time you refused to give in, I knew I couldn’t.

Evey: You’re sick! You’re evil!

V: You could have ended it, Evey. You could have given in, but you didn’t. Why?

Evey: Leave me alone! I hate you!

V: That’s it! See, at first, I thought it was hate too. Hate was all I knew. It built my world, imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I’d die with all the hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me, just as it happened to you.

Evey: Shut up! I don’t want to hear your lies!

V: Your own father said that artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie, but because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.

Evey: No…

V: What was true in that cell is just as true now. What you felt in there has nothing to do with me.

Evey: I CAN’T FEEL ANYTHING ANYMORE!

V: Don’t run from it, Evey. You’ve been running all your life.

Evey: [gasping] I can’t… can’t breathe… Asthma… When I was little… [collapses while V catches her]

V: Listen to me, Evey. This may be the most important moment of your life. Commit to it. They took your parents from you. They took your brother from you. They put you in a cell and took everything they could take except your life. And you believed that was all there was, didn’t you? The only thing you had left was your life, but it wasn’t, was it?

Evey: Oh… please…

V: You found something else. In that cell, you found something that mattered more to you than life. Because when they threatened to kill you unless you gave them what they wanted… you told them you’d rather die. You faced your death, Evey. You were calm. You were still. Try to feel now what you felt then…….

Evey: God. I felt…

V: Yes?

Evey: I felt dizzy. Please. I need air. I need to be outside.

V: There’s a lift that will take us to the roof.

[They go up. Evey goes out. It’s raining].

Evey: God is in the rain….

I’m Changing My Name To Chrysler

I’m Changing My Name to Chrysler – by Tom Paxton, sung by Arlo Guthrie

Oh the price of gold is rising out of sight/And the dollar is in sorry shape tonight.
What a dollar used to get us/Now won’t buy a head of lettuce/No, the economic forecast isn’t right
But amidst the clouds I spot a shining ray/I can even glimpse a new and better way
I’ve devised a plan of action/Worked it down to the last fraction/And I’m going into action here today.

[Cho:]
I am changing My Name To “Chrysler”/I am going down to Washington, D.C.
I will tell some power broker/What they did for Iacocca/Will be perfectly acceptable to me.
I am changing my name to ‘Chrysler’/I am heading for that great receiving line,
So when they hand a million grand out/I’ll be standing with my hand out/Yes sir, I’ll get mine.r you