9 april 06

Greetings,

Speaking of American lies and deception when it comes to war, invasions, stupidity, greed and death; past, present and potential futures here's an excerpt and link to an article by Howard Zinn in The Progressive, April 2006 edition.

"...Our present leaders are not so candid. They bombard us with phrases like “national interest,” “national security,” and “national defense” as if all of these concepts applied equally to all of us, colored or white, rich or poor, as if General Motors and Halliburton have the same interests as the rest of us, as if George Bush has the same interest as the young man or woman he sends to war.

"Surely, in the history of lies told to the population, this is the biggest lie. In the history of secrets, withheld from the American people, this is the biggest secret: that there are classes with different interests in this country. To ignore that—not to know that the history of our country is a history of slaveowner against slave, landlord against tenant, corporation against worker, rich against poor—is to render us helpless before all the lesser lies told to us by people in power."

"...These facts are embarrassing, but must be faced if we are to be honest. We must face our long history of ethnic cleansing, in which millions of Indians were driven off their land by means of massacres and forced evacuations. And our long history, still not behind us, of slavery, segregation, and racism. We must face our record of imperial conquest, in the Caribbean and in the Pacific, our shameful wars against small countries a tenth our size: Vietnam, Grenada, Panama, Afghanistan, Iraq. And the lingering memory of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. It is not a history of which we can be proud."

America's Blinders

2 april 06 - MK 17 podcast

Greetings,

As some of you may know from hearing podcast MK #4 and reading various Journal entries we were fortunate to be in Morocco and Spain before, during and after 9/11.

Talk about a shift in the Teutonic plates of awareness. It allowed us a clear perspective on the long term effects manifesting themselves. How the world works on various levels.

Call it fate. Call fate collect and reverse the charges. See what happens.

Anyway, while we were sitting down in Cadiz doing the work - scribbling notes and making images for future use - like this web site - one day we wandered over to the main Citadel overlooking the Atlantic. We just love prowling around ancient zones like an old alley cat with nine luscious lives, mind you.

We met Sophia from Panana at an exhibition from Central America. She was beautiful and we enjoyed a repartee featuring mangled words, gestures and smiles. Alas, neither of us figured out a passionate form of seduction language. So much for international relations.

After 'hasta la vista' we discovered another art zone inside a series of narrow tight whitewashed rooms with small oval windows facing the Atlantic. They were originally used for tracked cannons to blast attacking ships. One exhibit featured a tribute to Federico Garcia Lorca, a famous 20th century poet and playwright.

It's in MK 17. Enjoy.

1 april 06

Happy April Fool's Day one and all. Calling all fools, which is us, you and I, we and them. Speaking of fools and goofballs this day marks the beginning of International Storyteller Day throughout the world. Where they speak in tongues. Where they mix and match plots, fables, imagination, morals, fables with mundane heroic deeds extolling human foibles and wayward ways.

Such as it is on Fool's Day. You may remember the tale of the fool in the King's court. He or she was the only one allowed to speak the truth. Ye old monarch had to trust someone. There was much intrigue and suspicion amongst the rabble, the teeming masses looking for guidance and wisdom.

Now then, there were always advisers aplenty in the land of nod or Tir An Oige, the mythical, magical land of youth as the Irish say. We are well aware of the gift of the gab having inherited the silver tongue, as my dear friend Tom in the Valley of the Sun affectionately calls it. What is it exactly, O Fool of the Tongue? Where doest thou speak with such glib affection?

May your Day of the Story and Fool bring you much good fortune & joy with the delicious sound of a clattering coin in your begging bowl. We ain't fooling.