Veteran’s Day – A Holiday Reflection

Today is Veteran’s Day, November 11th.

Today we commemorate the anniversary of the end of World War I, the war to end all wars, we were told, though regrettably it was not.

I am a veteran, as is my father and some few of my friends (very few).

From the end of World War I, until 1954, we celebrated this day as Armistice Day, as a remembrance of that moment in that first great-global-conflict, when the fighting stopped along the lines, in the trenches at the fronts.

It stopped suddenly, it stopped all at once.

It came to a halt at the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month; as if the war had a director who yelled “cut!” And all the actors on the stage, all the pawns in the field, all the millions of people in their graves could get up from what they were doing and go home.

That is not what happened.

That never happens.

Nearly twenty million people were killed in World War I, twenty million families broken, with many millions more suffering in the aftermath.

World War I was perceived by those who endured it as so horrible that it would end war itself, end it for all time, but that would not be the case.

The gods of war are busy, always
The conflicts they sew never end, not ever
We hunger and we thirst for war
It is the failure of humanity

Today is the feast of Saint Martin of Tours. He is the patron saint of soldiers, St. Martin of the Sword, he is called.

Saint Martin was the first Christian Soldier.

It was in recognition of him, and his feast that this date was selected to bring World War I to a close.

It might have come sooner for the soldiers in the struggle, but the politicians acting like art directors wanted to wait for a symbolic moment, to bring the curtain down.

11:11:11

The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, it was easy to remember.

Pope, Saint Gregory the Great, the man who gave us the modern calendar, he was the one who penned Saint Martin’s hagiography. Though it is not likely that Martin ever even lived. Most of Gregory’s writings were works of fiction, either cut from whole cloth, or steeped and dyed from a scintilla of truth.

All the great Popes were great prevaricators, and great recipients of the penchant for falsehood.

Even if the life of Saint Martin was based on the life of a real person, his hagiography is a fiction nevertheless, our celebration of him is a piece of propaganda, it is just another terrible lie.

Saint Martin’s hagiography is a fable, penned with a terrible purpose, through it Pope Saint Gregory gave permission for Christians to takes up arms.

He gave Christian soldiers leave to march to war, a vocation which had been theretofore forbidden to the followers of Jesus, and a matter of deep contention in the Church.

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…their will is our own human nature.

There is no god of war, there are only human pretenders.

In 1954, President Eisenhower, the man who had been the Supreme Allied Commander in World War II, he changed the nature of the November 11th holiday; from Armistice to Veteran’s Day, in honor of all Veterans who had fought in any conflict, anywhere in the world.

Friend or foe, ally or adversary, we celebrate the courage of the average person, woman or man, who was willing to risk everything for their tribe, their nation or their clan.

That is what we celebrate today on Veteran’s Day.

We do not celebrate the end of war, because it seems that war itself will never end.

We do not celebrate the fictional life of a fictional saint, whose usefulness as a tool of propaganda suggested that it was possible to serve Jesus with a sword, and we do not celebrate the lie that peace could ever be the fruit of war.

The fruit of peace springs from a different seed altogether.

What we celebrate today is the character of those men and women who have had the courage to enlist, to risk their lives for the sake of their sisters and brothers, whether at home or beside them in the field.

We should always celebrate that quality of character, while simultaneously naming the flaws in our own that lead us to war; fear and greed, anger and hatred, all of our calamitous attributes.

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…the children of Aries; Fear, Panic and Strife, they own a piece of us each of us.

We are possessed.

One hundred years after the end of World War I, we are still waging war all around the world. We the United States of America are waging war in Afghanistan, in Africa, selling weapons to Saudi Arabia, fighting a war by proxy with Iran in Yemen, and feeding other conflicts in every sector of the globe.

I served in the Navy as a Hospital Corpsman, from 1990 – 1994.

I served during the first Gulf War, though I did not serve in the theatre of combat where we killed 300,000 Iraqi people in the space of a few months.

My father served for twenty-two years; the first four as a Marine, the next eighteen in the Air Force. Our nation went to war once during that time, in Southeast Asia where my father served multiple tours of duty, a war in which we killed 3,000,000 people of Vietnam.

We have killed millions more in many other nations in the decades since then, leaving millions of families broken.

We are terrible, profligate killers, we are experts at it, we Americans.

In the last few weeks we have been talking about how the President of the United States sold out the Kurdish people, a people without a country who have been serving, fighting and dying beside us for the last several years in our conflict with the soldiers of the Islamic State,

He sold them out to the Turks, who immediately set out on a campaign of ethnic cleansing against them. Those same Kurdish people in the weeks leading up to Donald Trump’s betrayal of them, turned over intelligence that led to the killing of the ISIS leader, and Donald Trump took credit for that.

We have been talking about how the President of the United States, in an effort to extort the people of Ukraine withheld vital military support from them, support they needed to defend themselves from the constant pressure of Russian incursion, he withheld that aid because he thought it would benefit his own narrow political interests, and because he believed it would benefit a man he is beholden too; Vladimir Putin, the president of Russia.

Today that same man will participate in a ceremony that honors the lives of fallen soldiers, a man who never served, who lied to avoid the draft, a man without a shred of honor.

It remains true that every bullet we fire, every missile we launch, each of them is an admission of our failure as diplomats and as human beings.

Violence does not beget peace. Violence it begets violence, and so it will always be that way.

Only peace and reconciliation can bring about peace reconciliation.

Love one another; pay respect to the inherent dignity of every human being, regardless of your disagreements, regardless of the pain you are carrying from your past.

To be free from the repercussions of our history of violence requires that we forgive one another and seek forgiveness for ourselves.

If you want to honor our Veteran’s then commit yourself to meet conflict with love, respect all people, even your adversary, this is the thanks you can give to a Veteran today.

Un-reality and the Fake President – Editorial, The Week in Review

Analysis, Commentary, Opinion
11.17.2018

Un-reality and the Fake President

Power does not corrupt it merely attracts the corruptible.

~Frank Herbert, Dune

The current holder of the office of President of the United States is the unparalleled exemplar of this statement. All the little fish that circle around him, feeding off of him, they can’t hold a candle to the corruption in that peevish-little-orange-menace’s bile filled heart.

On Veteran’s Day, six days ago, T-Rump sat sulking in the residence of the of the White House. He did not visit any of the wounded veterans at Walter Reed, neither did the first lady, or anyone from his family.

Not one of the Trump’s went to Arlington Cemetery, to pay their respects to all of the people who are buried there, who gave their lives in our nation’s conflicts.

None of them ever served.

They couldn’t.

The Trumps do not have a modicum of selflessness about them.

T-Rump was sad that his trip to Paris was so poorly received. He spent the rest of the week whining about his bad press.

He lost a law suit with CNN concerning the freedom of the press, and exactly what authority the White House has to grant access to the media. As it turns out, the courts say that they have very little.

T-Rump appointed a man named Whitaker, to be the acting Attorney General of the United States. The appointment appears to be in contravention of protocol, of federal statues, and of the appointments clause of the Constitution itself.

T-Rump does not care.

He pretends to own the moniker of the Law and Order President, while he shortsightedly seeks to subvert the rule of law at every turn.

He does not think the laws of the United States should apply to him or his family, or anyone he chooses to exempt from it, a political ally, a financier, even a murderous Crown Prince from the House of Saud.

Some real critics have emerged against this charlatan from the conservative wing of American politics. They have called out the GOP for having turned itself into a cult of personality.

To win at any cost, has become the name of the game.

The acting Attorney General’s only qualification for the post appears to have been his public and vocal criticisms of the probe being led by Special Counsel Robert Muller, into the conspiracy to defraud the People of the United States, by Russia and a cadre of homegrown actors, many of which served on the T-Rump Campaign, and in his administration, and the obstruction of justice that followed.

The acting Attorney General auditioned for his role on several news outlets and in person, while he served as Attorney General Jeff Sessions Chief of Staff. He met with the Fake President many times, while they plotted this step.

Never mind the fact that his appointment to that office is illegal, never mind the fact that he has several conflicts of interest for which Justice Department protocol will require that he recuse himself. Never mind the fact that he served as a member of the board of directors for a company in Florida being investigate for financial fraud, for bilking senior citizens out of their retirement savings.

Power attracts the corruptible, like moths to the flame, and the biggest flame of them all is the orange tyrant living in the White House.

Veteran’s Day

Today is Veteran’s Day, November 11th.

Today we commemorate the 100th anniversary of the end of World War I, the war to end all wars, though regrettably it was not.

I am a veteran, as is my father and some few of my friends (very few).

From the end of World War I, until 1954, we celebrated this day as Armistice Day, as a remembrance of that moment in that first great-global conflict, when the fighting stopped along the lines, in the trenches at the fronts. It stopped suddenly, it stopped all at once, at the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month; as if the war had a director who yelled “cut!” And all the actors on the stage, all the pawns in the field, the millions of people in their graves could get up from what they were doing and go home.

That is not what happened.

Nearly twenty million people were killed in World War I, twenty million families broken, with many millions more suffering in the aftermath.

World War I was perceived by those who endured it as so horrible that it would end war itself for all time, but that would not be the case.

The gods of war are busy, always
The conflicts they sew never end, ever
We hunger and thirst for it, the failure
Of humanity

Today is the feast of Saint Martin of Tours. He is the patron saint of soldiers, St. Martin of the Sword, he is called.

He was the first Christian Soldier.

It was in recognition of him, and his feast that this date was selected, to bring a halt to World War I.

It might have come sooner for the soldiers in the struggle, but the politicians acting like art directors wanted to wait for a symbolic moment, to bring it to a close.

11:11:11

The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, it was easy to remember.

Pope, Saint Gregory the Great, the man who gave us our calendar, penned Saint Martin’s hagiography. It is not likely that Martin ever even lived. All of Gregory’s writing were works of fiction, either cut from whole cloth, or steeped and dyed.

Even if the life of Martin was based on the life of a real person did, his hagiography is a fiction, our celebration of Saint Martin is a piece of propaganda, it is just another terrible lie.

His hagiography was a fable penned with a purpose, through it Pope, Saint Gregory gave permission for Christians to takes up arms.

He gave Christian soldiers leave to march to war, which had been theretofore a matter of deep contention, a thing that was forbidden to the followers of Jesus.

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…their will is our own. There is no god of war, there are only human pretenders.

In 1954, President Eisenhower, the man who had been the Supreme Allied Commander in World War II, he changed the nature of the November 11th holiday; from Armistice to Veteran’s Day, in honor of all Veterans who had fought in any conflict, anywhere in the world.

Friend or foe, ally or adversary, we celebrate the courage of the average person, woman or man, who was willing to risk everything for their tribe, their nation or their clan.

That is what we celebrate today.

We do not celebrate the end of war, because it seems that war itself will never end.

We do not celebrate the fictional life of a fictional saint, whose usefulness as a tool of propaganda suggested that it was possible to serve Jesus, with a sword, and we do not celebrate the lie that peace could ever be the fruit of war.

The fruit of peace springs from a different seed altogether.

We celebrate the character of those who have had the courage to enlist, to risk their lives for the sake of their sisters and brothers, whether at home or beside them in the field.

We should always celebrate that quality of character, while simultaneously naming the flaws in our own that lead us to war; fear and greed, anger and hatred, calamities all.

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…they are the children of Aries; Fear, Panic and Strife, they own a piece of us.

We are possessed.

We are still waging war all around the world, one hundred years after the end of World War I. We the United States of America are waging war in Afghanistan, in Africa, selling weapons to Saudi Arabia, fighting a war by proxy with Iran in Yemen, and feeding other conflicts in every sector of the globe.

I served in the Navy as a Hospital Corpsman, from 1990 – 1994.

I served during the first Gulf War, though I did not serve in that theatre where we killed 300,000 Iraqi people in the space of a few months.

My father served for twenty-two years; the first four as a Marine, the next eighteen in the Air Force. Our nation went to war only once during that time, in Southeast Asia, where my father served multiple tours of duty, and in which we killed 3,000,000 people of Vietnam.

We have killed millions more in many other nations in the decades since then.

Millions of families broken.

We are terrible, we are profligate killers, we are experts at it, we Americans.

Today our President went to a ceremony to mark the one hundred year anniversary of World War I. All of the leaders gathered there walked arm in arm down the Champs Elysees, all except two, Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin, who arrived at the celebration late, in disgrace.

Make of that what you will.

Every bullet we fire, every missile we launch, each of them is an admission of our failure as diplomats, as human beings.

Violence does not beget peace. Violence it begets violence, and so it will always be.
Only peace and reconciliation bring peace.

Love one another; pay respect to the inherent dignity of every human being, regardless of your disagreements, regardless of the pain you are carrying from your past.

To be free from it, requires that we forgive.

Commit yourself to meet conflict with love, respect all people, even your adversary, this is the thanks you can give to a Veteran today.

Veteran’s Day

Today is Veteran’s Day, November 11th.

 

I am a veteran, as is my father, and some few of my friends (very few).

 

From the end of World War I, until 1954, we celebrated this day as Armistice Day, as a remembrance of that moment in that first great-global conflict, when the fighting stopped along the lines, in the trenches, on the fronts, it stopped suddenly, stopped all at once, at the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month; as if the war had a director who yelled “cut!” And all the actors on the stage, the pawns in the field, the people in their graves could get up from what they were doing and go home.

 

That is not what happened. Sixteen million people were killed in World War I, sixteen million families broken, with many millions more suffering in the aftermath.

 

World War I was perceived by those who endured it as so horrible that it was sure to be the war to end all wars, but that would not be the case.

 

The gods of war are busy.

 

The conflicts they sew never end.

 

Humans hunger and thirst for it.

 

Today is the feast of Saint Martin of Tours. He is the patron saint of soldiers, St. Martin of the Sword. He was the first Christian Soldier. It was in recognition of him, and his feast that this date was selected, to bring a halt to World War I.

 

It might have come sooner for the soldiers in the struggle, but the politicians acting like art directors wanted to wait for a symbolic moment.

 

11:11:11

 

The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, it was easy to remember.

 

Pope, Saint Gregory the Great, who gave us our calendar, penned Saint Martin’s hagiography. Though it is not likely that Martin ever even lived. Even if he did, his hagiography is a fiction, our celebration of Saint Martin, a piece of propaganda, and just another lie. It was a fable with a purpose, through it Pope Gregory gave permission to Christians to takes up arms.

 

He gave Christian soldiers leave to march to war.

 

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…their will is our own. There is no god of war, there are only human pretenders.

 

In 1954, President Eisenhower, who had been the Supreme Allied Commander in World War II, he changed the nature of the November 11th holiday. He changed it from Armistice Day, to Veteran’s Day, in honor of all Veterans who had fought in any conflict, anywhere in the world.

 

Friend or foe, ally or adversary, we celebrate the courage of the average person, woman or man, who was willing to risk everything, for their tribe, nation or clan.

 

That is what we celebrate today.

 

We do not celebrate the end of war, because wars never end.

 

We do not celebrate the fictional life of a fictional saint, whose usefulness as a propaganda tool suggested that it was possible to serve Jesus, with a sword, and the lie that peace could ever be the fruit of violence.

 

We celebrate the character of those who have had the courage to enlist, to risk their lives for the sake of their sisters and brothers, whether at home or beside them in the field.

 

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…the children of Aries; Fear, Panic and Strife, they own us.

 

We are possessed.

 

We are still waging war all around the world, we the United States of America are waging war; in Iraq, in Afghanistan, in Africa, arming rebels in Syria, selling weapons, and feeding other conflicts in every sector of the globe.

 

I served in the Navy as a Hospital Corpsman, from 1990 – 1994.

 

I served during the first Gulf War, though I did not serve in that theatre where we killed 300,000 Iraqi people in the space of a few months.

 

My father served for twenty-two years; the first four as a Marine, and then eighteen in the Air Force. Our nation went to war only once during that time, in Vietnam, where my father served multiple tours of duty, and in which we killed 3,000,000 Vietnamese people.

 

We have killed millions more in many other nations in the decades since then.

 

Millions of families broken.

 

We are terrible, are profligate killers, Americans.

 

Every bullet we fire, every missile we launch, each of them is an admission of our failure as diplomats, as human beings.

 

Violence does not beget peace, it begets violence.

 

Only peace and reconciliation bring Peace.

 

Love one another; pay respect to the inherent dignity of every human being, regardless of your disagreements, regardless of the pain you are carrying from your past.

 

Commit yourself to meet conflict with love, respect all people, even your adversary, this is the thanks you can give to a Veteran today.

Veteran’s Day

Today is Veteran’s Day. November 11th. I am a veteran; as is my father, and some few of my friends.

 

From the end of World War I, until 1954, we celebrated this day as Armistice Day, as a remembrance of the moment in that first great-global conflict; when the fighting stopped along the lines, stopped suddenly, stopped all at once, at the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month; as if the director of the war yelled “cut!” And all the actors on the stage, the pawns in their trenches, the people lying in their graves got up from what they were doing and went home.

 

That is not what happened. Sixteen million people were killed in World War I, sixteen million families broken, and many millions more suffering in the aftermath. It was perceived by those who endured it as so horrible that it was sure to be the war to end all wars, but that would not be the case.

 

The gods of war are busy. The conflicts they sew never ends.

 

Today is the feast day of Saint Martin of Tours. He is the patron saint of soldiers; St. Martin of the Sword. He was the first Christian Soldier. It was in recognition of him, and his feast that this date was selected, to bring a halt to World War I.

 

Pope, Saint Gregory the Great, who gave us our calendar, penned his hagiography. Though it is not likely that Martin ever even lived. The hagiography was a fiction, our celebration of Saint Martin, just a lie. It was a fable with a purpose, through it Pope Gregory gave permission to Christians to takes up arms. He gave Christian soldiers leave to march to war.

 

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…their will is our own.

 

In 1954, President Eisenhower, who had been the Supreme Allied Commander in World War II, he changed the nature of the November 11th Holiday. He changed it from Armistice Day, to Veteran’s Day, in honor of all Veterans who had fought in any conflict, anywhere in the world.

 

That is what we celebrate today.

 

We do not celebrate the end of war, because war’s never end. We do not celebrate the fictional life of a fictional saint, whose usefulness as a propaganda tool suggested that it was possible to serve Jesus, with a sword, and that peace is the fruit of violence. We celebrate the character of those who have had the courage to enlist, to risk their lives for the lives of their sisters and brothers, whether at home or beside them in the field.

 

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…the children of Aries; Fear, Panic, Strife, they own us. We are possessed.

 

We are still waging war all around the world, we the United States of America are waging war; in Iraq, in Afghanistan, arming rebels in Syria, selling weapons, and feeding other conflicts in every sector of the globe.

 

I served in the Navy as a Hospital Corpsman, from 1990 – 1994.

 

I did not serve in that theatre where we killed 300,000 Iraqis in the space of a few months.

 

My father served for twenty-two years; the first four as a Marine, and then eighteen in the Air Force. Our nation went to war only once during that time, in Vietnam, where my father served multiple tours of duty, we killed 3,000,000 Vietnamese.

 

We have killed millions more in many other nations in the decades since.

 

Millions of families broken.

 

We are terrible, we are profligate killers of our fellow human beings. Every bullet we fire, every missile we launch, each of them is an admission of our failure as diplomats.

 

Violence does not beget peace, it begets violence. Peace and reconciliation bring Peace.

 

Love one another; pay respect to the inherent dignity of every human being, regardless of your disagreements, regardless of the pain you are carrying from your past. Commit yourself to meet conflict with love, and respect, this is the thanks you collectedwritingcan give to a Veteran today.

Veteran’s Day

Today is Veteran’s Day. I am a veteran; and so is my father.

I served in the Navy; as a Hospital Corpsman. My enlistment was for four years, from 1990 – 1994; a standard contract that I entered into so that I could earn some money for college. I had few other options; coming from a poor family, and being a high school dropout. Our nation went to war only once during that time; the first Gulf War began four months into my term of service.

I did not go into that theatre where we killed 300,000 Iraqis, in the space of a few months.

My father served for twenty-two years; the first four as a Marine, and then eighteen more in the Air Force. He was an air traffic controller. Our nation went to war only once during that time, in Vietnam (though there were other smaller conflicts throughout the world, the Cold War, The Bay of Pigs…). We killed 3,000,000 Vietnamese.

My father served multiple tours of duty in Vietnam.

Our nation has recently been to war in Iraq a second time, a study published in the Lancet: The British Journal of Medicine, estimated that we killed upwards of a million more Iraqis.[1] One and a half million people killed by us in the space of thirteen years; between 1991 and 2004, with many more since then. Our government denied this number; saying that they did not keep accurate records of casualties.

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…Aries, Nemesis, Strife.

We are waging war around the world still; in Iraq, in Afghanistan. No reliable information has been gathered about how many Afghans have been killed, since it began in 2001. Some commentators, most in fact; call it America’s longest war, though in truth we should all know it was not longer than our engagement in Vietnam, where my father’s generation fought and killed and died.

Today is November 11th. We used to celebrate this day as Armistice Day, to remember the end of World War I; when the fighting stopped along the lines, stopped suddenly, all at once at the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month; as if the director of the war yelled “cut!” And all the actors on the stage, the pawns in their trenches, the people lying in their graves got up from what they were doing and went home. But that is not what happened. Sixteen million people were killed in that war, and it was perceived by those who endured it as so horrible that it was sure to be the war to end all wars, but that would not be the case.

Today is the feast day of Saint Martin of Tours. He is the patron saint of soldiers; St. Martin of the Sword, the first Christian Soldier.

Pope Saint Gregory the Great, who gave us our calendar (among other things), penned his hagiography, though it is not likely that Martin ever even lived, making the story of his life just a lie. In writing his story Pope Gregory gave permission to Christians to takes up arms; giving Christian soldiers leave to march off to war.

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…sometimes their will is our own.

[1] UK Poll Consistent with 1 Million Extrapolation of Lancet Death Toll”. By Robert Naiman (Just Foreign Policy). Sept. 14, 2007. Huffington Post.