Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Netanyahu takes the world to the edge of Hell, and the USA scampers right along

We are on the edge of World War Three, as the malignant narcissist who leads Israel, Benjamin Netanyahu, expands the violence, now assassinating someone deep inside Iran with an airstrike.  Stupidly, the USA continues to fully back Netanyahu, supplying Israel weapons, as Israel continues to conduct a genocide in Gaza.  Pictures of starving children have even reached the front page of the Washington Post:


https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/interactive/2024/starving-palestinian-boy-viral-video/


(the New York Times continues to bury any stories on the suffering in Gaza and, instead, front-pages stories of the suffering of Israelis).

How is the supposedly democratic USA on the 'good side,' when it continues to supply weapons for genocide?  How is the USA in a position of intelligence, when it backs the malignant Netanyahu, who is very Trump-like; that is, an enemy of democracy and someone who acts as a dictator.   


In a previous post, I offered my epitaph statement:


https://owlwholaughs.blogspot.com/2024/04/potential-final-statement.html



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Sunday, July 28, 2024

Ethics Review: Oppenheimer (movie)

 

Oppenheimer Is Not the Most Important Person Who Ever Lived

In the eponymous movie Oppenheimer, the great physicist is called “the most important man [sic] who ever lived,” because he spearheaded the Manhattan Project, the successful effort to create the first nuclear bomb.  A few hundred such weapons could destroy an entire large country, like the United States.  Several thousand could wipe out human civilization.  The appearance of such weapons is undoubtedly momentous.  It is terrifying that tens of thousands of them are poised and ready to launch across the globe.

Even so, it seems weird to single out Oppenheimer for credit, or to saddle him with the curse, depending on how you look at it.   Another related issue is whether the invention of nuclear weapons is the ‘most important’ in human history.  If not, then Oppenheimer’s purported status is untenable.

 

Most Important

Oppenheimer’s primary role was as a manager of a team of scientists at Los Alamos and Oakridge.   He didn’t invent the atomic bomb. The team did, with many individuals providing original and critical insights.  In accord, the claim of Oppenheimer as “most important” seems suspect.  A coach is important for a successful team but so are the players. 

Let’s take a step back.  What about Einstein?  Why isn’t the person who theorized e =mc2, and who first conceived the genesis of the hellish weapon, the central figure?

Taking yet another step back, maybe we should emphasize the evolution of technology across millennia.   Way back somewhere, perhaps wary of a mammoth, someone invented the atlatl.  Someone invented steel.  Someone came up with a periodic chart that included uranium.  Why spotlight a sole individual as “most important” while divorcing the chosen figurehead from the buildup they needed and received, both contemporaneous and historical? 

Here’s yet another lens.  Oppenheimer made an (un)ethical decision to lead the Project.  But perhaps the most important decision was made by Harry Truman.  The President himself ordered  the deployment of Little Boy and Fat Man, the euphemistic names given to the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. 

(A special shout out of disgust to the US Army for its teddy-bear-like rebranding.  Not only is truth stranger than fiction, it is more evil, and certainly more gaslit)

In the movie, Truman makes the case for his own singular importance.  It is the precedent he set, one could argue, that makes it far more likely nuclear weapons will be used in our future:

 

Truman [character]:  “You think anyone in Hiroshima or Nagasaki gives a shit who built the bomb? They care who dropped it. I did.”

 

Why Are Weapons The Biggest Deal?

 Are nuclear weapons actually the most important invention--ever?  And, if not, why then would Oppenheimer be the most important person in history? 

Somewhere I read that the only great event of our time that will be remembered, down the trail, is that humanity first entered outer space in 1961.  I get the obvious response:  “The invention of atom bombs means there might not be any down the trail.”  

And yet maybe power of death isn’t as important as quality of life (see below).

My person choice for the greatest invention is human rights.  Or the ancient bedrock on which such rights rest, namely, the Golden Rule:  do to others, as you would them to you.  Someday, if reason progresses over ignorance, rights will extend to animals, as well as ecosystems and certain of their elements.

This is a good moment to underscore that ideas, or systems of ideas, can be inventions.  It’s a mistake to think that a tool or technology must be physical:  “What is essential is invisible to the eye.”

Nuclear weapons are considered the most important invention because of their unparalleled ability to kill, even to end us.  But there’s a dangerous assumption here:  that the ability to inflict massive cruelty and death is more important than the ability to bring about healing and health.  This is the kind of thinking that appeals to tyrants and which passes for culture under their oppressive rule.

We should not tag ultimate importance with the infliction of mass death.  More generally, historians like to focus on guns being a game-changer or steel swords or bows and arrows.  From this predilection, embedded in our violent culture, we get to a biased conclusion:  the most effective weapon must be the greatest invention and, correspondingly, the inventor must be the most important person.

Let me make a brief case for an entirely different sort of invention.  One that would be far greater than any weapon.

On November 11, 1948, soon after WWII and the devastation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Omar Bradley gave an Armistice Day speech.  He said:


We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount. The world has achieved brilliance without conscience. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war than we know about peace, more about killing than we know about living. If we continue to develop our technology without wisdom or prudence, our servant may prove to be our executioner.

 

I am not pushing Christian values, which have many flaws.  The Good, ultimately, transcends any one religion (all religions draw on the Good, yet in distorted ways).  Bradley, however, is right to say that we, as a civilization, are “ethical infants.”  We have a long way to go in respect to the development of ethics technology.

There is much more to know about peace.  How to nurture it, maintain it, and foster its advance.  We can develop better systems of governance, healthy norms of acculturation.   The invention of human rights and democracy was essential, but only a starting point. 

The most profound invention of all time would be a practical system, a multidimensional loom of ethical ideas, that allows us to step beyond the rubicon of war.  Not only is this plausible, it is a matter of imperative necessity.  If we don’t end war, war will end us.  Soon. 

Imagine a new kind of freedom:  freedom from war in a context of advancing the quality of our lives as measured by the Good.  Instead of an explosion of bombs which ends us, we could foster an explosion of human and environmental flourishing.

There are a lot of cynics and skeptics out there.  I’ve dealt with them in other essays on this blog, and I’ll sure that I’ll do so again.  Cynics and skeptics are as fixated today on the inevitability of war as they were on ‘a woman’s place’ a hundred years ago.  If ‘common wisdom’ of the 19th century had never been challenged, women would still be unable to vote; still exist as legal property of their husband or closest male relative.

Try to imagine a Project that reaches toward the Light, a Light beyond any one religious or superstitious belief system.  A Light based in rights, dignity, honor and flourishing, both human and environmental.  It is the Light, the Good, that is approachable through scientific and philosophical scholarship, married in an ongoing, adaptive task.  How, for instance, do we civil-engineer a beautiful, hale city that integrates with a healthy ecosystem? 

A synergy of many scholarly hats would be required to advance a Project of Light.  Psychologists, sociologists, environmental scientists, ethicists, zoologists, to name a few.  The standards of truth would be:  science (verifiable experimentation) and critical thinking (per the field of philosophy).

Surely the invention of a means to approach the Light, and escape war, is infinitely better than an invention that leads us into the Dark.



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Thursday, July 25, 2024

Poem: Barn Auction (dream)

 

Barn Auction (dream)

 

packs of flies flounce in bins,

zipping from fruit to meat,

their bluegreen zeal frantic,

straying now and then

to dap sweat off a brow. 

 

every so-and-so syllable

of auctioneer and haggle,

the noisy words slacken

and upend in a handshake.

odd looks of unity paint unsure leers,

only to vanish, fast as the flick 

of a camera shutter.

 

White male faces,

friendless as a collage

of yesterday’s beer bottles,

joust to clash, decry and declaim,

some as pocked as the moon,

others blubber-ridden,

or sharp as swings of an axe.

 

dozens of nostrils flare, while chins gyrate 

and rubbery lips spew gaggles of spittle.

the saliva flecks neckties,

sweaty collars, dusty rolled cuffs.

 

when the sun finally crimsons,

the flushed bob of the money-led heads

has only begun.  the rumble of babble deepens,

feeding off the dark itself, unseen and dimmer,

as some moaning behemoth,

slouching across the miles.

 

 

 

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8/10/24 ... mods

7/26/24 ... more mods, pretty heavy 


bibilical allusion ... 

Sunday, July 21, 2024

Poem: Crashed

 

Crashed

 

even the young had creases

which cut through the heartland

of ther fate-slapped cheeks.                        

the eyes of a vendor

were the eyes of a worker

were the eyes of a senator

were the eyes of a stray dog

who whined like the people

who had sawed themselves

with the sharpness of big lies

down onto their own knees--

a status as callous and heavy

as the fear that had broken

family for a new kind of loyalty,

one in which even the luckiest

pranced as if their hearts had been gutted.

no one dared speak of it.

everyone scurried beetle-happy

in isolated bubbles of personal shame.

 

 

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Coming to a country near you, the complete failure of humanity to choose basic decency over Darknesss, fear, pettiness and hate.

Thursday, July 18, 2024

Poem: Cloud Reveal

 

 

Cloud Reveal

 

kissing to soar,

communal chimeras

wrangle and dissolve

into an eggnog of angels.

 

how they cry,

cleansed in communion,

sharing a single pure blue soul,

daisy-chains interlaced.

 

every sculpture,

even the most insane,

glissades worthy

in supernal infinitum.

 

peace and sin coexist,

the serene and the vehement,

metabolized, cleansed,

absolved and praised.





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7/21/24 ... more significant mods


7/18/24  ... "cleansed" replaces "purged" ... "wrangle and dissolve" replaces "wrangle without effort"

Sunday, July 14, 2024

Poem: A Happy Summary of Cosmos and Life

 

 

A Happy Summary of Cosmos and Life


flecks of little light

waft miserly in dark.

 

they hoard their silver

to ladle it thin,

 

which spurs hunger,

envy, riots, war …

 

such feeble gruel,

it nourishes weedy momuments:

 

parched proclamations

of praise and greatness,

 

while puny human lords

dress up as gods,

 

urgent of ego,

needy to master,

 

as starved and empty of truth

as pious vampires,

 

who never look up

at the abysmal night.

 

 

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Written as the world heads into fascism and greater likelihood of WW3 ... but, you know, it could have been written at any time during human civilization

Saturday, July 13, 2024

Regarding the Poems

 I've edited all the way back through the 2022 poems on this blog and I'm now going through 2021.  It's intense, going into my mind this deep, over and over.


This poem sums up the whole Illiad in a nutshell in a few lines:


Fatale

Thursday, July 11, 2024

Poem: A Single Thrush

 

A Single Thrush

 

i watched

the land watch back

from its jaded flax

and too-sensitive rose,

and i wondered at nothing

or was it some pretext,

while passels of leaves

flowed and tossed, hostage

to the arrhythmia of autumn;

and the moon was up to something,

sallow-chinned and cloud-ruffed.

its craters snickered, so it seemed,

so i thought, 

and sure enough the land 

soon bled dimmer, less color

than those grey uniforms of war

whose halberds and battle axes

could have been rifles

or silhouettes of spruce branches

stilled in a glade, home of a single thrush.  

i watched the emotion

of the rib-bare branches

and the stripped-down plants, 

the fey turn of the art,

as if to my skin itself:   

each shadow-stroke 

the gift of a patient artist

who forever howled.

 


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7/12/24 ... lots of changes, including the title

 

Tuesday, July 9, 2024

USA Election: A Republican fascist dictator or the highly dysfunctional disgusting Democrats

Last night, in a comedy skit, Jon Stewart summed up so well how disgusting it is that the Democrats are rallying around Joe Biden ('leader of the free world'), basically saying their very naked emperor is wearing fancy clothes:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9LZXheHddI


If you want to laugh while facing incredible dysfunction and stupidity, the link above provides some catharsis.

Monsters like Donald Trump (the Republican fascist leader) don't rise up in a country that has treated its citizens well.  For decades, both the Democratic and Republican parties have been shafting the ordinary citizen to bloat the rich.  The Democrats are not heroes, simply because they are fighting against Trump.

I would also add that Joe Biden is a thoroughly evil man.  He is supplying weapons for a genocide in Gaza.  He also condemned every woman and girl in Afghanistan to religious slavery by pulling out the US troops that had protected them for twenty years--a presence that had allowed them to get educated at all levels, from graduate studies to simply learning to read.  Now the women and girls are expected to remain silent, wear what they are told, and are beaten with sticks.

The choice between Biden and Trump is a choice between two old White men who both are fine with committing genocide in Gaza and, it seems, beating women with sticks (Trump, say, having been found liable for sexual assault twice and accused by over twenty women).

I've read a lot of Noam Chomsky over the years.  Based on Chomsky's writing alone, leaving aside all the other abundant evidence, I can say that the political class in the USA, in both parties, is disgusting to me.  They are liars and lickspittles, in general.  On both sides.  Yes, the Republicans are worse.   I'll be voting Democrat, to defeat fascism.  It's perhaps the most absurd, abhorrent ethical choice I've ever had to make:  to choose between two genocidists. 

I wish humanity would advance its ethics technology [1].  But instead, corruption strangles our hope for a better future, or perhaps any future at all, as we head toward WWIII out of sheer selfishness and stupidity, led by politicians.   I've learned one thing in particular about politicians:  they are extremely good liars.  Actors of deceit.  They can exude confidence and spread it for the worst possible goals.  

Even if a politican is saying what you like to hear, and sounds genuine and has a touching backstory, such as grief in their own life--they are, even then, very often, wanting to do nothing more than manipulate you.   They are certainly good at seeming relatable, while taking orders from the wealthy and their lobbyists.

In my opinion, you should never trust a politician based on your intution and 'following your heart.'  Of all the types of people in the world who will mislead your intuition and your heart, it is politicians who do it best, in general, followed by religious leaders in certain fanatic niches.  

Always look at the arguments, never trust a politician.  Perhaps this sounds harsh, but power corrupts.  I do admit, though, I am in a country where both of the choices for President in the next election are men who are fine with committing genocide--they are both evil men.  One of them, though, the Democrat, Joe Biden, is evil while pretending to be a familiar, kindly uncle.

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[1] https://owlwholaughs.blogspot.com/2023/11/op-ed-trillions-of-happy-humans-its.html

Sunday, July 7, 2024

"Poetry is the wine of demons"


Daemonum cibus est carmina poetarum (“the poets’ verses are the food of demons”)--St. Jerome


As the election approaches, we head toward a theocratic dictatorship here in the USA.  Under a malignant, narcissistic atheist, no less.  Religion is being used as a tool of mind-control and strict, cruel conformity, as it has always been.

Saturday, July 6, 2024

Poem: Choice

 

Choice

 

i saw a few joyous souls

jumping off a ledge,

finding wings in the lawless air,

fins in the clockless waltz of seas.

 

i wanted to follow

and yet stalled in the wires blocking my way,

so many hooks of enticement,

the fascinating frissons

of that web.

 

still, i ran and ran

and ran until my feelings burst,

my senses far too alive,

raw in the nudity

of the leap.

 

zombies, i heard from behind,

somewhere inside a screen,

zombies, you have to shoot them

in the head.

 

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Friday, July 5, 2024

Poem: A Moment In an Idle Mind

 

A Moment In an Idle Mind

 

dust bunnies lie,

fuzzy against the almond-bamboo floor,

a little too 'pubic hair' in their look--

and creepy while a spider

sews with the calm of a nun

looming her vestibule.


if this is zen it’s flawed,

a frantic product of my nerves,

i who wonders if the spider is as lonely

as my desperate eyes,

i who thinks

the tuffs of dust,

which grace the pure extension of the almond,

could be as peopled with mites as planets.


later, a sly glance of sunlight

defrocks the callous illusion

and points me toward a broom.





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7/28 .... "illusion" replaces "allusion"

7/6/24... more mods

7/5/24 .. mods hours after posting

Thursday, July 4, 2024

Poem: A Hawk

 

 A Hawk

 

a hawk

reminds me that the wind swirls ashes to moths,

when its talons carry my haughty treasures

off toward a slice of crimson sun.

 

the spider of my sins, aghast in its sticky net,

glowers at the dark slash of the wings,

which part the dusk into a finality

of future or past,

 

the flight of this bird, i imagine,

as unforgiving as the beak of a sphinx,

on a trajectory so molten

it is the birth of the Earth itself--

 

and thus beyond the scope of vision,

immune to my petty contemplations

and their stolen comforts,

so dark.

 

 

 

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 7/6.. mods