|5D Notes Blog - More Complete Retrospective on Notes (2003 - 2007) (localized)|
|Hawaiian Lyric of the
2008 - Spring 2013
(See previous months,click here)
.... how we came to
this crisis, the real crisis which our media ignores
in favor the the crisis' de jour which are given to
us daily to keep us occupied, distracted, and
fearful of tackling the real problem. That being
that our political system has evolved through
corruption beyond the publics ability to greatly
influence it at all in any significant way both to
its own and to our own peril.
"You and I must make
When I was a little
boy, my grandfather said to me,
Take the time to
look around, brothers on the ground.
Israel Kamakawiwo'ole "Warren's Song/I'll Be There"
("Help your Friend": Warren Kaahanui (i.e. "Warren's Song")/
"I'll Be There": Berry Gordon Jr/Bob West/Hal Davis/Willie Hutch)
February and March of 2003 were very, very difficult,
and hard on me. Doubt, fear, anger, sorrow, many things
all at once. A very dark cloud over the future seemed
assured. The War in Iraq and all the horrors it would
unleash were becoming inevitable, and with it, seemingly
any good future was unlikely. Many things were grinding
my hope for the future down, harder and lower than
almost ever before.
My "thinking spot" beach as I would later refer to it was my oasis. My routine became to ride by bike along the beaches, sit in a spot leaning back on the concrete slabs and watch the sun go down over the water in front of me every day. When no one was around, just me and the sun and the sea, I could pour out all my hopes, doubts, fears, joys and sorrows before me. No impending war, no fall out or blowbacks to come, no past or future history at all, just me and a big yellow ball going down over the water. I could smile or cry or both at the same time, and just for awhile enjoy a private slice of timelessness outside of what was before or what was to come.
There with my quiet contemplations, any number of things seemed simple. Nothing seemed too complex that a little thought and effort could not make clear. All futures I had hoped for were wiped out, yet I still was. The future was becoming increasingly improbable, yet the world still was. It was a long time, it seemed, before I would again acknowledge hope, however seemingly misplaced or unlikely.
New: Truth Revival Over One: Twenty something posts now, best bits & peices here in...
The Lion, the Phoenix, and the Serpent: To Renew or Revive, Looking Back on One of Five
Swordplay (TruthRevival.Org's First
I leave it for incompetent journalists paid on the side by the government to try to get the truth about things my government is currently doing which it should not do, and legally cannot do yet constantly does, and could not survive the truth coming out's light of day if they ever did come out. Yet none of those involved see those cover-ups protecting crimes or subversions of the Constitution, diversion of Congressional oversight or powers, or for advancing what can only be described as One-Man-Rule as being even illegal anymore, anymore than bribing reporters is thought to be illegal anymore. I did say in Part One though that I believe if not for those cover-ups, Bush would have by-now gone out of history the same way as Hitler, by a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. And I stand by that, and all who prevent him from having to do that by continuing covering these things up for him, his adminstrations highest most indefensible crimes, destroy not only everything America used to stand for, but its economy and security as well. Polsci.com was my direct line, not to the Russians, the hackers, or the world, though hopefully such outsiders if they had been watching could have preserved some of it if I disappeared, it was my direct line to the CIA itself, required reading so to speak, a captive audience.
|... and that it is forever denied, deniable, means it is never lessened, never slowed, and certainly never stopped. The secrecy is its protector, its parent, its God. Attacking the entire notion that such things can be done privately and not have it affect you, taint you, poison your very culture, that is the only way to gain back any ground which is lost every second of every day anyone is convinced it is better, safer, prudent, to look the other way and not ask tough if not suicidal questions. The only thing that makes those questions suicidal, like those who would challenge a bad regime, is that most are cowered away from doing so out of fear of losing their homes, their jobs, their children, their lives, or the lives of their families. That is what the terrorists hope to make you afraid of. It is also what governments, especially my own at times, like to hold over you as well to keep you from looking where you should not into things it decides for its own reasons and its own protection alone, that you should never find out about.|
Suppressed, Denied, yet Forever The Dream Which Never
Newish Old Stuff: Tying it all together and Borders, Nations, and People, nicely toasted
Religion's Dirty Word and Humanity As Would Be Seen From an Outside
Comparative Species Perspective
Minorities: Newcomers versus Natives
Subdivisions and Reunifications: An Overview of Human Cultural Diversification and Re-Assimilation into New Majority Classifications
Nations can be conquered, new institutions put in place but what people believe in their culture to be the best form of government will always reassert itself, thus the only war that matters in the long run is the war against the cultures themselves. Culture is what preserves and defines a people when a system of government is imposed upon them and only by integrating itself into its populaces culture can systems of governments survive there over time.
|Given the military insanity of the human species, the ever present escalation of nations gaining weapons of mass destruction, we as a species are standing in the middle of a minefield with new mines being added exponentially, thus the considerable growing reluctance to make any movements at all. ... Experts, or so-proclaimed experts, will chart national and international policies, provide convenient fall guys should things go wrong, a barrier of accountability for those in power. And those in power provide the same purpose. If simply getting new experts does not placate the populace, they change the people who hired them, the leadership, though gradually coming to realize that it doesn't really matter who leads, this person or that, this party or that, the big picture remains, the mine field wins.|
|Buffalo, Lemmings, and 1000 Flowers Along the Road to New Europe||
"1984", George Orwell
"Changing how politics is done", (Interview-G. Papandreou) OpenDemocracy.net
...And the Old (Artwork, Poetry, Prose)
|The 4D Sculptures
(model of one below)
There are 4 different sculptures I wish to make (about 10 of each one) in the next year representing different aspects of 4D space. The first, largest, and easiest to understand is the Double Reversed Dual Earth sculpture representing curved 3D space.
It is to be constructed of a 3 frequency geodesic dome with glass panels approximately 14 feet (4 meters) high, with a glass ball in the center approximately 3 feet (1 meter) across. On the interior is a normal representation of the Earth but on the inside curving around you in the center, meant to be be viewed from the inside.
The other glass Earth in the center is a typical representation of Earth but upside down and turned opposed to the outer one. Together they represent a hyperspheric shaped Universe.
If 3D space is curved in the shape of a hypersphere as many scientists believe may be the case, any direction you go would lead you back to where you started from. To see through or around the curvature, you would see the back of your head, like seeing all the way around Earth's surface if you could see around and level with its curvature.
Thus any direction you would look up from Earth, if you could look across curved space's curvature, you would see another Earth equally away from all points on the first, movement and distance not counted for course.
Walking around in one of the sculptures would give one the "feeling" of what curved 3D space is like, and how objects shape and location are dependent upon where you are standing relative to them and which direction you are moving in. The point halfway between the Earths would be the antipole (I figured out the concept on my own but I think Einstein invented the word), the 4D equivalent of the South pole if you were on the North pole on a curved 2D plane we call a regular sphere. The antipole would be a single place or spot (like the south pole) but being in that spot you would appear to surround the Earth as well, and the Earth would seem to surround you as the outer Earth does the inner Earth in the sculpture.
At that point in space, all points along the surface of the Earth would be an equal distance away from you making it appear the Earth curves away from you, not around itself. That is because at that point in space, it does both. From there it does not "appear" to curve around you, from that point in space it does.
This relational aspect reverses itself as you move toward it in any direction until you are right beside it where it completely curves away from you. Earth's shape does not change, but the shape of space between,(or more precisely how objects appear to allign themselves within that region of space or method of measuring space) would. All points on an imaginary ball half way between the 2 earths would in fact all be the exact same location. To someone who did not know the Earth was round and did not know what a ball or sphere was would be equally puzzled on how the south pole could be a single spot yet also a giant circle in every direction away from you as well (if you stood on the north pole). See below for the mini-model.
|Time Roads and
Shadows of Time Roads
Time Roads is responsible pretty much for everything written here and done after Deconstructing the Universe. It made me have to wrap up Deconstructing the Universe, and leave Maui, my adopted island home. After getting hit by a car, I could not work for awhile, but my disorientation immediately afterwards lead to Time Roads. Around the 3rd chapter where it ends for now, I began to look into quantum gravity and 4D space.
Since I did not agree with much written about 4D space in the books I read, I ended up writing the first 1/2 of 2D, 3D, 4D, 5D Thinking Made Simple (which lead to rewriting the Cubix game mentioned above to be 4D and 2D in addition to its originally 3D levels) to better frame the subject. That book, still unfinished, is easily the longest and most complex single subject and form I have ever undertaken but it is fairly simple enough to understand if read slowly. More illustrations would be helpful but I made a conscious effort to put enough descriptions into the text so that they would not be required. I took the 1/2 of 2D, 3D, 4D, 5D Thinking Made Simple that was done and put it together with two short (math/science) stories, Universe Inc's Paradoxes and Probability Waves, and Alien Abduction and the Schrodinger Security Guard,and released as an HTX file called Shadows of Time Roads. Small scene sections from the stories and links for the full individual stories are below and beside the Time Roads link.
2D 3D 4D 5D Thinking Made Simple selection & link...
"...You said space/time is the creation in opposition to matter as if it were an equal inverted "substance" yet you described it as a force emanating outwards in relation or in opposition to gravity's pull inwards. How can space/time be thought to be like a substance and a force or energy at the same time?"
"How," Inventor countered, "can light be a substance and a force or energy at the same time?"
"Matter, the power of the Dark Side!" Assistwo said while breathing like Darth Vader.
"But isn't that the same thing?" Assistwo added. "If we were indeed both moving circling around the Universe at opposite ends in tandem, would not decelerating or slowing that movement to move in the opposite direction from where we both are heading in a curved Universe be the same as accelerating toward you faster?"
"To you or I, it would look no different whether you change direction to slow down and let me come to you or simply speed up more in the direction we both are moving in simultaneously now, it is both at the same time, but objects in between us in the Universe, if moving in different directions relative to our movements, it would look completely different from each of their speeds and points of view."
"This seems the whole "speed collapses space in a curved environment" thing. It does not matter if it is ahead or behind you because from someone else's point of view it can be seen as either or both from their points of view. I guess spin can make that much more complicated," Assistwo concluded.
Universe 1.8 (In Wonder)
What was to be the last thing I ever wrote just never seemed to end. In many ways, I will never be able to surpass it. I consider the Introduction and the Notes on the Introduction probably the best of anything I have ever written or read.
It taught me to never lose the wonder and fascination with a world in that no matter how bright you are, no matter how much knowledge you think you can gain about it, you will never, ever, do more than barely scratch its surface, if you even get that far.
The Introduction and Notes on the Introduction explain that much better than I can with only a few words here, but no knowledge, wealth, power, nor anything else do I value more now than to always remember, constantly and continuously, to never lose the wonder. Or as it says in the Notes on the Introduction, "never give up the wonder for what you will soon enough find you only thought you knew or understood. It is never a wise trade."
Yoshoe and Yoshomee.
A little one page story I came up with (or the Universe did) and was included in the 5D Notes as it was connected to that train of thought.
Universe Inc's Paradoxes and Probability Waves selection and link...
"...To make it simple enough for you to understand, it has already occurred. Since you did leave at exactly 5 pm, you are able to waste many minutes of your precious 4 hours arguing with me about the rules. If you had not already will have done so, you would not have had the time in the first place to have been wasting it arguing with me!"
"You are telling me that if I don't leave through that door at exactly 5 pm, I never came in through it?"
Alien Abduction and the Schrodinger Security Guard selection and link...
...He offers you two choices, tell him the truth of how you got in there or he will shoot you. Though he is speaking your own language, you translate this to mean, "Tell me a lie I might believe and I won't shoot you immediately."
You hesitate for a second and like Schrodinger's Box, the Universe splits into two universes. In one, you understandably are hard pressed to come up with an explanation he would believe and are shot before you finish your first complete sentence. In another, you are suddenly struck with an insight I obviously lack because I will not even attempt to come up with something believable for a situation like that. You mesmerize this security guard, satisfy his curiosity and intrigue him enough with the possible implications of your story that he gives you some clothes to wear, food to eat, and drinks while you talk things over, and then he shoots you.
(click on the title (not the cover) to bring up each
The philosophical one. This is first collection I wrote. Not as good as the others in skill but beyond compare in the range and philosphical nature of many of its poems. It is plain Zen. The subjects were good and diverse, and the rhyming was a device I sought to master and did pretty well at, probably sometimes at the expense of the content. But the presise meter and form was a straightjacket I learned still to move about in fairly freely.
The lite one. This was the first to be written in all in the same year, January to December, as was Triumvirum and Quadranine. It was consciously meant to be almost the opposite of The Versatile Verse with short poems about nothing too important, all written just for fun. Rhyming was often unimportant or not used at all. What comes to mind first and foremost of this collection was #1 on page one chronologically as written, This Room. It was written about the Reading Room of the Library of Congress, which had left an impression on me which I wrote about in that poem when back at college in January waiting for a class to start.
political one. Written while in college mostly in
a dorm (deja vu). I really hit a stride with this
one. It combined the light playfulness of
Repetition with a return to more serious subjects,
and the structures became more complex within.
The complex one. (The cover was a Tesseract! Big time deja vu on that one.) The title referred to the fact that all previous collections ended up divided into 9 sections, and this one was also, thus Quadra 9. All except Triumvirum's 3x3 format were just coincidentally divided into 9 sections. I can't compare this collection to the others. It just exploded creatively. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. When or where it worked, it was awesome though. Ocassionally dark and twisted, yet never without a purpose or soul. The Bleeding Crowd section comes to mind in that respect. It ended with the epic Vestabur in December(turns out I was wrong, Vestabur was written at the beginning of the year. My bad.), written while I was extremely feverish (like 105 F) with the flu and severely way way out of it. Only when I was just as ill exactly one week later did I return to writing it but skipped ahead to the end because I couldn't wait to find out how it turned out. Where it came from, God only knows.
The final one. Poetry just was no fun anymore with Pentacle. I began to feel every poem had to be better than every one before in every way. The original title was to be a word I found in a dictionary, Pentium, which was a better name but some obscure computer chip company in California forever warped its meaning. (The sixth book was to be formulas and equations mixed with poems about the dehumanizing effect of technology and was to have been called Hexidecimal. Alas, I never got the math down enough to come up with Nobel prize worthy original formulas to mix in with the poems <g T=D*V*-g?)
Besides, Pentacle took almost a decade between to get back to and finally wrap up once I was no longer self-conscious about writing it. One day after 8 years, I just wrote Too Long Gone. My mind was in a dark place, but the poem, completely contrary to its words, was saying the fire and light were still in there somewhere trying to get out, not just lamenting their loss. To admit you miss something is to admit that it is still a part of you, even if you don't or can't see it that way yet. Its ending point was at Going Home, about both dying and about moving to Hawaii, which to me were both the same thing. I was to live there for the rest of my life. (From RCP2: "When I moved to Hawaii I vowed to stay there until humanity destroyed itself, while I did nothing, and maybe got drunk afterwards. I thought if I cared about nothing, I had nothing to worry about. That makes me sound like a bad person, though I was not and was an agreeable sort who got along with everyone. Like so many others, I just gave up on the rest of the world outside my own little paradise and life." Turned out I wasn't so lucky.)
only future I saw was nothingness, all black.
Though I was rich and had much to look forward to,
I sensed no future for me whatsoever, only doom. I
was shocked when the plane landed that I had made
it there, so strong was the feeling I could not
possibly, and was in awe every day that I was
there. It was like existing outside of time.
Ironically, leaving Hawaii 3 years later,
extremely poor, completely screwed beyond all
hope, I saw the future as being completely white,
limitless in potential where anything is possible.
It is literally a whole new ballgame, a complete
rebirth, like going through a black hole into a
whole new universe, or a whole new life. A corner
definitely has been turned somehow and every step
is into new and uncharted territory.
During my absence
from writing poetry, since it no longer made me
happy, I turned to writing just songs instead. I
had been writing songs off and on since I was 15
but never as seriously as poetry. When I gave up
on poetry, I turned back to writing songs and
wrote lots of them. As a book compilation of the
lyrics of my favorites from this period, an
original version of Lyricist was included with
really old versions (1997 or so) of the ZRFW and Omega programs,
but it has been seriously whittled down over the
years to this smaller version, but 2 new songs
were added around the year 2000. It originally had
4 sections, Life, Love, Sex, and Death. Also, Dreaming of you,
originally written as a poem in Repetition, was
reworked into a song by adding a chorus.
The Dance, which originally was called Montage, assembled most of the best 30 or so in an order taking one on a journey from birth to death. The Dance I believe is the best poem (for those who don't have a clue what poetry is about, words and even entire poems can have more than one meaning. In the poem, The Dance, "borrowed suits" also means our bodies. "The night" and "rented hall" also are allegorical for the Universe, stars, and time. It is not just about a prom or a dance. Clues to these deeper levels are "gather forth in stolen time" and "within this space outside of place". Thus by that other way of reading it, "fade like stars into the morning light" means the end of time after all the stars go out, all matter eventually dissolves, and another new defintion of existence or lack therof, either way a new era of the Universe, dawns.), and Tomorrow, The Immortals, and The Dark Horse seem the most masterful ones. Longform was a collection of the longer story form poems all in one place. Only 6 were really long, but some other story type ones were included as well to make it a collection.
Journeys was a similar recompilation which
overlapped many in the other 2 recompilations but
grouped together the all poems that had traveling
or journey themes. It included 2 left out of the
earlier works, Leaving
Home which predates all of others
except The Burnout, and
Vangaurd Ventures from the Quadranine era. It also included 2 new ones,
Whenever You, and
From Being to Becoming, the
latter written for Towards
Tomorrow. Other poems written specifically
for later works areThe
Representative of the Past to the Future, Expectations, and
First or Last,
also for Towards
Tomorrow, and A
Pulse, Bent Paths, One Light, No One is Ahead,
What Is, Each Thing in the Universe, and To
Co-Exist, all for the
2003 .8 (In Wonder) appendages added to 2002's
Deconstrucing the Universe.
|Prose (in reverse
order) (click on the title to bring up each book)
As being Deconstucting the Universe's immediate predecessor is the way I see Towards Tomorrow. It was about time, many of its themes turn up somewhere or in some other form in Deconstructing the Universe, and also for the reasons stated to the left under Pentacle, it was to be a coda, a final note. Towards Tomorrow's First Words themes are found better developed in Deconstructing the Universe's Perspective. Growing Expectations is the only reasonable dispassionate look at cloning I have ever read. Love it (no one does) or hate it, (most do) like the worst weapon imaginable which humanity can build, it is only a matter of time before it becomes a reality. No countries will talk about cloning, no countries will admit to doing it, but countries that can afford to given the present political environment, will convince themselves they cannot afford not to, the potential rewards are that great, though barbaric.
Barbarity never stopped humanity before and won't in this respect either. Any strategic advantage is always considered so long as nations play the power struggle game, and they show no signs of bowing out of that game any time soon. Trust as Faith was written in direct response to the immediate response to the events of September 11th, 2001. It was about the rapid erosion of the faith people must have in one another for societies to exist and prosper.
Anger turned to fear, fear to paranoia, paranoia to blind murderous rage, and anyone was fair game. Neighbors turned on neighbors, and innocent people had their businesses burned or beaten or killed for looking like the wrong sort of people. It was relatively small scale, but the minority involved was miniscule, and so it could not escalate as it might have if it had been a sizable percentage of the population. It was though, for me enough to see how Bosnia or Rwanda can happen anywhere.
As it says "A murder in and of itself is a horrible thing, but when it sets off a chain reaction leading to many, then many times many other horrible acts, it is an even greater horrible thing. And when that was the intention all along it is revolting to the extreme. The target is nothing less than our goodwill, our trust of each other, and nothing can we afford less to lose...it is easier when constantly shown trust and respect to trust in others and to believe that most people are good, for in fact they are, even if because of some few we stop treating them that way, or even worse, stop believing it."
"Where trust does not exist, nations cannot long endure, so much in life are we dependent upon one another. There are those who would pay any price to destroy that trust in each other, and thereby any trust in any good or positive future, and we must always be on guard that these visions of our future do not prevail. So many more good men and women have given their lives for the future, a better future, one where people don't live in constant hate and fear, and it is to those who hoped so greatly for their children and their children's children, for us, to live beyond their dangerous and uncertain times in an age of peace and goodwill."
"These are the visions of the future worth believing in, however unlikely they may someday seem likely to exist, but due to others suffering long ago in less optimistic times than we can imagine, they held close to these extremely radical beliefs so out of step with their times as any could ever be, and made that optimism prevail on an Earth that comes tantalizingly close to what they believed could one day be achieved. Remember those people and what they hoped for us, how they were tortured and killed for their dreams they could not have known would one day become our dreams and define our world. Remember those millions gone, their hopes for this tomorrow, when contemplating those would kill to destroy that better world they died for. Whose vision for which future will prevail is in no ones hands now but our own. No matter the odds, one cannot bet against the brighter future. It is a reality built on trust, and losing faith in it, betting against it, against ourselves, will destroy it."
This is from the introduction.. "I have only recently started writing again after 10 years of not doing much except occasionally some poems with years in between even at that. After having read The Discourses by Epictetus, (http://classics.mit.edu/Epictetus/) and seeing morality dealt with as an abstract outside of law and religion, both topics which I have studied greatly, I found it intriguing. Morality is something we all know really has nothing to do with what is legally required of us. It is when we do as we feel is right not because we are required to by law, or because to do otherwise would risk eternal damnation, both valid reasons for doing or not doing something, but when it applies to what each of us as a person believes to be right, we are accurately judged to be or not to be moral persons. Simply doing something because you are told to or are afraid of the consequences otherwise is not the same as believing it yourself."
I tried to maintain a balanced look at morality independent of culture and time, that notions of morality evolve over time, how some things which were legal yesterday become illegal today or how things which were illegal one day suddenly became legal the next.
Also, that "Not everyone one may agree today on what if any changes should be made to our present notions of what is moral or what is immoral, but through that rather irksome thing called talking about it and bothering us with their notions which usually do not often jibe with our own, that slow roll is inching toward what people will find aghast 30 years from now which people are doing legally today but just prefer not to talk or think about, just as racial discrimination was 30 years ago from today. Not having it happen at all would be to be completely and utterly morally stagnant as a society as China has been in recent times, attempting to eliminate all avenues of change. It is in the narrow-mindedness of those who always think that today's culture is the penultimate and requires no improvements at all which slows or halts societies from ever becoming more just, by eliminating debates which inevitably will disturb and disrupt, to a minor degree many or most in a society, but which future notions of morality depend upon."
retrospect, it was the beginning of the wider
perspectives in Towards
and wide open
perspectives in Deconstructing
Universe. Thank you
Epictetus, you dead Roman former slave you. You
books are ancient history to me now. I reread them
from time to time, find little to disagree with,
possibly because they use so many words to say so
little new. Or maybe that there is little left in
them I do not know already. Without them I would
not have grown beyond them, but they are to me now
like the cornerstones of a bridge now submerged
beneath the river. Still they are, and bridges
need their cornerstones.
problem is not the death of one man--the problem is
the life of this organization. It will either grow
to meet the challenges of our age, or it will
be gone with the
wind, without influence, without force, without
respect. Were we to let it die, to enfeeble its
vigor, to cripple its powers, we would condemn our
future. For in the development of this organization
rests the only true alternative to war--and war
appeals no longer as a rational alternative.
Unconditional war can no longer lead to
unconditional victory. It can no longer serve to
settle disputes. It can no longer concern the great
powers alone. For a nuclear disaster, spread by wind
and water and fear, could well engulf the great and
the small, the rich and the poor, the committed and
the uncommitted alike. Mankind must put an end to
war--or war will put an end to mankind. ... Today,
every inhabitant of this planet must contemplate the
day when this planet may no longer be habitable.
Every man, woman and child lives under a nuclear
sword of Damocles, hanging by the slenderest of
threads, capable of being cut at any moment by
accident or miscalculation or by madness. The
weapons of war must be abolished before they abolish
us. ... And men may no longer pretend that the quest
for disarmament is a sign of weakness--for in a
spiraling arms race, a nation's security may well be
shrinking even as its arms increase. ... Such a plan
would not bring a world free from conflict and
greed-- but it would bring a world free from the
terrors of mass destruction. It would not usher in
the era of the super state--but it would usher in an
era in which no state could annihilate or be
annihilated by another. ... For peace is not solely
a matter of military or technical problems--it is
primarily a problem of politics and people. And
unless man can match his strides in weaponry and
technology with equal strides in social and
political development, our great strength, like that
of the dinosaur, will become incapable of proper
control--and like the dinosaur vanish from the
earth. .... The events and decisions of the next ten
months may well decide the fate of man for the next
ten thousand years. There will be no avoiding those
events. There will be no appeal from these
decisions. And we in this hall shall be remembered
either as part of the generation that turned this
planet into a flaming funeral pyre or the generation
that met its vow "to save succeeding generations
from the scourge of war." In the endeavor to meet
that vow, I pledge you every effort this Nation
possesses. I pledge you that we will neither
commit nor provoke aggression, that we shall
neither flee nor invoke the threat of force, that
we shall never negotiate out of fear, we shall
never fear to negotiate. Terror is not a new
weapon. Throughout history it has been used by
those who could not prevail, either by persuasion
or example. But inevitably they fail, either
because men are not afraid to die for a life worth
living, or because the terrorists themselves came
to realize that free men cannot be frightened by
threats, and that aggression would meet its own
response.... We cannot expect that all nations
will adopt like systems--for conformity is the
jailor of freedom, and the enemy of growth.
Nor can we expect to reach our goal by contrivance,
by fiat or even by the wishes of all. But
however close we sometimes seem to that dark and
final abyss, let no man of peace and freedom
despair. For he does not stand alone. If we all
can persevere, if we can in every land and office
look beyond our own shores and ambitions, then
surely the age will dawn in which the strong are
just and the weak secure and the peace preserved.
Ladies and gentlemen of this Assembly, the
decision is ours. Never have the nations of the
world had so much to lose, or so much to gain.
Together we shall save our planet, or together we
shall perish in its flames."
John F. Kennedy, September 25th, 1961
Click here for the full speech text and audio
| McGovern drew a comparison with the
concillatory cold war stance of Russia and JFK's
decision to respond in a similar manner, and the
Iranian President's letter which was immediately
dismissed by the Bush administration. JFK's approach
saved the US from potential nuclear anihalation
while Bush's actions put the US in severe danger as
Russia and China give ominous mixed signals on what
their response to a US strike on Iran will be.
Paul Joseph Watson, June 1st, 2006
Click here for the full article
he simply so intellectually lacking that he can't
comprehend how bombing the holiest sites of Islam
would instigate 'not deter' violence? And what the
hell is wrong with the people agreeing with him? Has
this country gone so far down a dangerous (read:
Godwin's) road of demonizing and dehumanizing the
Others that there are some (as evidenced by this
video) happily slipping on brownshirts and
advocating mass genocide? Lord help us all."
Jack Cafferty, August 3rd, 2007
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a threat to intervene in a friendly country against
the will of its government is serious business,
especially when it is a nation of 170 million
Muslims, seething with anti-Americanism, which has
atom bombs.... After half a decade of fighting in
the Islamic world, has not the lesson sunk in with
the hawks of both parties? U.S. troops in an Arab or
Muslim country are more likely to create an
insurgency than quell one."
Patrick J. Buchanan, August 3rd, 2007
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"The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it. Through violence you may murder the liar, but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth. Through violence you may murder the hater, but you do not murder hate. In fact, violence merely increases hate. So it goes. Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction.... The chain reaction of evil — hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars — must be broken, or we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation."
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr
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