I have no faith.
I have no faith in an absent god and no faith in humankind.
Life is not going to get better.
People are not going to wake up from this hedonist, lascivious, selfish nightmare and realize “we are the world.”
Wars are going to get worse. Cruelty is going to get worse. Anger and meanness and resentment and selfishness and lying and stealing are going to get worse.
There’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
The American soul is dead.
Would somebody stop the world and let me off, please?
No doubt the editors of the Lufkin Daily News print some letters merely for entertainment. A letter directed to me in this morning’s Sunday edition is a case in point.
A woman by the name of Sharon Farringer wrote a letter “in answer to Ted Gresham’s letter on Sunday, May 24,” saying, “get off it and wake up buddy. You are a hypocrite.” The words that follow are the screwiest collection of right wing fanaticism I’ve read in some time.
It is very sad that there are people like Ms. Farringer, so totally deluded and filled with lies and hate by right wing idiots, bigots, and self-serving religious twits. Hate is such an ugly emotion. Prejudice is awful. I do not resent Ms. Farringer. I feel sorry for her and the many thousands in East Texas who are exactly like her.
Since Ms. Farringer concluded her letter with the words, “let me hear your views on these or more,” I shall oblige her request. I’ve written a letter to the paper (see Update 061409 at right) but there’s no way the LDN would print a complete reply there. Thus I shall reply here.
…and I am proud to be!
Why? Because I oppose war.
Two letters in the Lufkin Daily News recently caught my attention. The first, by a guy named Scot Skipper, was one I could agree with, mostly. He wrote about the need to honor soldiers who gave their best efforts for the nation. I can go with that. He also wrote that the way Vietnam Vets were treated was horrible. I agree.
But then he blew it.
Skipper wrote this: “I saw a T-shirt today which said, ‘I’m opposed to the next war.’ What a moron.” He followed up with this: “What if Iran nuked us, would you still be opposed?”
Of course I would. Buddha said you can’t get rid of hate with more hate.
Then there was the letter by a guy named Larry Winthrop. Winthrop took issue with the numbers I gave in the last letter to the editor. “Only 100,000” have died in the war, he said. ONLY?! Then he spends a long time telling the wonderful happenings in Iraq and how we have helped rebuild and restore the country. All this restoration was because of what? Maybe that little war? And I’m a moron?
(See the Letter to the Lufkin Daily News updates at right, dated 060109.)
I am shaking a little right now. I’m rather upset. The truth of war is ugly, so ugly it gives nightmares to the strongest men.
In my research I ran across a link to a video about a massacre in Iraq last year. It took some digging to find a copy, all the links were gone. Not surprising. I managed to find an embedded copy that I am not so sure I even want to see. The first few seconds were enough.
A little while later I was trying to catch up with my nerves. My boy came in, walked up to me and gave me a huge smile. I realized how much he looked like one of the boys in the video. Except the boy on the video had a hole in his head a tennis ball would fit in. That boy’s eyes were open, vacant, empty. My mind merged the two images and suddenly I was holding my boy and crying.
The letter arrived today. Now Lufkin has yet another reason to scream at the liberal crazy guy. View the letter update here: And The War Goes On.
My wife and I had a little “discussion” today. She, like almost ever other American, sees the war the same way the military sees homosexuality: don’t ask/don’t tell. The reality of war is far from her mind. I don’t know how to get her to understand. I don’t know how to get the rest of America to understand the horrors of war.
A little over a week ago my wife and I did something we have not done for many years. Seven years, in fact. We went on a little trip all by ourselves. It was great. We had a good time and grew our relationship.
My wife, as usual, wanted to shop. We spent some time in a mall west of Houston. When we left the mall we went in search of a grocery store to get some snacks. Waiting to turn under a freeway I saw a man with a sign: “I’m Old, I’m Ugly, and I’m Hungry.” He looked pretty ragged. I took a few bucks from my bill fold and gave it to him. As usual, all my money was in the bank so I didn’t have much cash. I wanted to give more.
Leaving the man behind I drove half a block to a massive super HEB grocery. It was a huge store, the largest HEB I’ve seen. The amount of food in that store and the incredible variety and the price of most of it made me very guilty. What a contrast, a man probably my age in ragged clothes begging for money half a block from a store with enough food to feed a whole community for weeks full of shoppers spending hundreds of dollars for expensive wines, fancy cheeses, foreign delicacies, and so much more. There’s just no equity in this world. Life is not fair.
I am working on a re-write of my book The Lies, The Truth, The Way. When I finish that I’m going to write a short book called Buddha is not God… and other things Christians need to know. Those are top priorities. But they are yesterday’s projects. I have to decide what I am going to do next. Where shall I put my effort?
Before I continue let me state the following?
I am a white man. I live in the South in the most “southern” (as in southern attitude, not geographical location) part of East Texas. I live in a mobile home. Do not make assumptions based upon these facts. By appearance and geography, my accent or even my colloquialisms one might mistakenly believe I am a “typical southern white man” or worse, a redneck. Such is absolutely not the case. I am neither Christian, prejudice, nor conservative. Those do certainly go hand in hand in this part of the world. I reject Christianity, detest prejudice and vehemently disagree with conservative politics. I live here by accident of birth and lack of funds to escape.
Having said all that, I am not exhilirated nor hopeful of a “new America” this day after O’BamBam has taken office.
(“Happy Christmas” John Lennon)
Ignorance is Bliss.
Don’t remember who said that but it sure is true. Especially when it comes to American politics.
There was an article somewhere, Alternet I think, that pointed out the fact that the war has disappeared. Not from the earth, certainly not, but from the news. Every minute of every day American soldiers–and a growing number of American mercenaries–are battling God knows who in at least two countries. There is NO coverage so who knows exactly what George and Co. is up to. (When I say that understand that I mean Cheney and the Puppet.) But who hears anything? In the days of my youth I remember Vietnam was the lead story every single night. Day after day it was body counts and troop movements and Ho Chi Minh or Peace Talks or whatever. The tinker-toy wars we had in the nineties were front page news, too. Continue reading
Maybe, the beginning of the end?
Yesterday was a pleasant day. The kids were doing well. We got a little work accomplished outside. School went well. Daddy didn’t have to go into bear mode all day. The TV wasn’t on at all except for an hour with a History Channel show about ancient underwater discoveries. The little ones were in bed by then and I didn’t pay much attention to the show even though I turned it on. Nobody else was watching at all.
There were plenty of thoughts in my head yesterday. One of them sprouted into a full-blown post. And I pestered the single Yahoo group I’m on now with more musings. I spent quite a bit of time at my desk scouring news sources for real information. Life in this tree-lined cage is difficult for someone whose heart beats to GO. I drove a long-haul truck a few times just to see the country. I long for a way to get back on the open road! …I digress.
The three children who are at this moment down the hall quietly working on math sheets and other school stuff are three beats of the four/four rythm of my heartbeat. My wife, off at work, rounds out the tune. Although our household is topsy-tervy compared to the “average” home I am the leader of this little band and hold the greatest responsibility. As the days go by I grow more concerned about our kids’ future and about what we really should do. Continue reading