Friday, September 14, 2007

Campaign Iraq

Candidly stated, Operation Iraqi Freedom was a war designed to install a pro-U.S. puppet in Iraq, establish multiple U.S military bases before the onset of Peak Oil, and to reconvert Iraq back to petrodollars while hoping to thwart further OPEC momentum towards the euro as an alternative oil transaction currency. [1] In 2003 the global community witnessed a combination of petrodollar warfare and oil depletion warfare. The majority of the worlds governments especially the E.U., Russia and China - were not amused and neither are the U.S. soldiers who are currently stationed in Iraq. Excerpted from: The Real Reasons Why Iran Is the Next Target: The Emerging Euro-Denominated International Oil Marker by William Clark* Center for Research on Globalization; October 27, 2004

John Edwards did his fellow Democrats on the campaign trail no good when he criticized Congress for failing to end the war in Iraq. He failed the rest of us here in the USA by adding lots of heat and no light to the debate about the War in Iraq. The Democratic majorities in the House and the Senate are slim. Even with the help of a few Republicans, it's plain to see that anti-war legislation is not vet0-proof. Bush is still the Commander-in-Chief, and he is still in control.

But Edwards is not alone in being off-the-mark as far as analysis of the Iraq War is concerned. All presidential candidates and the entire Fourth Estate continue to ignore the huge elephant in the room which is the relationship of what geologists call Peak Oil to the U.S. policy in Iraq.

There has been a virtual media blackout in the American press when it comes to the proposed hydrocarbon law and the significance of its introduction within the Iraqi parliament, which is reportedly scheduled within the next few days.

"Victory in Iraq" is a phrase that is being used constantly with little attempt to explain what form such a victory may take. However, passage of the hydrocarbons law, which would essentially obligate Iraq to hand over control of its oil resources to Big Oil for the next 30 years would likely constitute such a victory in the eyes of the US political and industry leaders who pushed for the Iraq invasion in the first place. Excerpted from Searching for the Truth, "Petrodollars, al-Sadr and the Proposed Iraqi Hydrocarbon Law," January 8,2007.


Why is no one reflecting back to Vice President Cheney's top secret energy advisory meeting held not long after the U.S. Supreme Court gave the 2000 presidential election to the oil industry? Actually Project Censored is but where's the press? Where are the candidates?

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Six years ago: 9/11

I was just about to park the car when National Public Radio interrupted its regular programming with a message that a plane had flown into one of the towers of the World Trade Center.

It seemed as though the announcer's grasp of the situation grew within the seconds of my hearing. First... it wasn't yet clear what had happened... then... it apparently was not an accident...

I saw a fellow worker as I was about to enter the Target store where we both worked. I said something to him about what I had heard; he just stared at me; he hadn't heard anything.

Upstairs in the breakroom the television was on. A bunch of us watched it for a long time before we went to work on the sales floor. It was the first time we, and the rest of the world with us, saw those images--now all too familiar--of New Yorkers running down a street, fleeing a monster cloud of smoke and debris, and a plane, silhouetted against the sky, serenely crashing into the first tower. Then, the second plane into the second tower. Mixed with the surreal images was the audio, news people announcing that a third plane had plowed into the Pentagon.

I was dazed when I left the break room. The rescuers were coming; the New York firemen would enter the buildings.

I kept thinking of the first attack on the World Trade Center-- the bombing. I remembered seeing people on stretchers carried out to the street, and people with bloody faces walking out to the street, some with help, some without. There was pavement in those scenes. And sidewalks. This was so very different. It was worse and I knew it was worse. I knew the upper floors were lost. But thinking of the first attack was my mind's way of limiting the destruction.

I went to work in the cosmetics section, my area. I was emotionally numb but the work was routine; it kept me busy. I was putting things back where they belonged--bottles of foundation, nail polish, packages of mascara, lipsticks.

My co-workers were always telling me they couldn't stand to do my job; it required too much attention to detail; it would be mind-numbing for them. But I liked it. I liked putting things in order; on some level it was comforting, it gave me a sense of peace. I was in control.

After a while I decided to take a break; I could find out more about what was going on. As I walked up the main aisle towards the break room, I saw one of my friends hurrying toward me.

"The first tower just collapsed," she told me.

I don't remember too much after that; I went upstairs and watched TV. I watched the second tower collapse.

I went back to work. There, alone in the cosmetics area, I felt somehow stripped; everything was different. I felt an immense wave of grief--the personal grief of hundreds of thousands of people--looming in the near distance, soon to break upon me, my country, the world. I felt helpless. Worse, I felt useless.

It's been six years: the war in Iraq began and continues, then, the Tsunami, then, Katrina...

All those years I've been mourning; I've kept on living, gone through the motions of living. I've found patches of hope, experienced the joy of having friends, loved my husband and my daughter. But I still felt helpless; I still felt useless.

I still do. But I am beginning to understand.

This is a loss too great for revenge to heal.

The order that satisfied has been shattered.

The lives of too many loved ones have been lost

Things can't be put back where they belong.

We have lost our world.

Can we find a new one?

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

The Glue of Friendship

After my friend watched "The llth Hour" trailer on YouTube, she e-mailed me that "yeah, she had been noticing things" but she had other concerns and that it was hard for her to prioritize. For some reason my immediate response was to tell her about my mother's "glue of friendship quote."

When I was a young woman and my mother was alive she would write letters to me. Sometimes she would enclose newspaper clippings, little sayings and things. Once she sent me about three pages from one of those little yellow "legal" pads filled with sayings she had copied down. One of my favorites was, "Good things are not cheap. Cheap things are not good." The glue of friendship saying was attributed to Woodrow Wilson and it went like this:

The glue of friendship is the only thing that will hold this world together.

So you may ask, what has this saying to do with setting priorities in this world today? Well, this is how I see it... sort of:

So many "issues" demand our attention, let alone commitment--Global warming is one which demands mine. Another one is the plight of "the four indigenous peoples" of the Sierra Nevada mountains of Colombia. Another is health care in the U.S. Another is Darfur. These and others are important to me.

But sometimes our issues can dehumanize us in that we tend to "write off" those who don't share our view of things. A true friendship can be the antidote to this.

My friend and I have different priorities; we disagree about some things.
But because she is my friend and I love and respect her, I will listen to her and care about her opinions. I'm pretty sure it's the same with her.

Unfortunately, a lot of TV "pundits" demonstrate the unfriendly model of discourse by displaying contempt for those who don't agree with them. Some bloggers do this, too. Not a good strategy for the human race.

More and more I am thinking that attending to friendship is a very important strategy in solving world problems such as global warming. This is especially true when it comes to friends who are not members of groups with which we identify, who don't share our priorities.

Don't get the idea that I've been good at this kind of thing. But I want to be. And I am learning. Touching base with an old friend via the worldwide web was a lesson.--Artemisa's Granddaughter