Rage, Rage, Against the Dying of the Light!

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Today, my friends, I want to present the modern-day Yellow Brick Road – Yellow for Cowardice; Brick for Stupidity and Road … well, more like a trail in the sky of missiles hitting Syria and possibly paving the way for global conflict on an unimaginable scale.

On this road are staggering the Tin Man, the Dumbo Donald of US presidential infamy; the Cowardly Lion, British Prime Minister, Theresa May, too gutless to stand up to an increasingly unhinged, Dr Strangelove-look-alike and refusing to seek approval from Parliament for the missile strikes on Syria; and the Scarecrow, France’s President Macron, a Bonaparte wannabe/Little Lord Fauntleroy tagging along behind war criminals bombing Syria hoping to join the Big Bad Asses .

Because, yes, you bomb a country which has been bombed to smithereens because that’s somehow going to put fear and loathing into the hearts of President Assad, President Putin, the leaders of Iran and Iraq, and screw any civilians killed in the air raids.

So let’s bury the hand-wringing and hypocrisy of lives supposedly lost in a recent chemical attack in Syria. There are so many unanswered questions about the authenticity of this so-called attack but action by the three leaders has pre-empted any international investigation of the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth in Syria.

But hell, why bother with the truth that for these three war criminals beating the drums of war is a handy diversion from their own troubles at home: Dumbo,  the legal inquisitions dangling over his head as well as the open corruption of the Republican senators and congress puppets of the billionaire class; May with her austerity measures looking increasingly like screw the many while filling the coffers of the very few in the billionaire class sucking Britain dry; and Macron trying to implement similar measures on behalf of the super-rich in France.

Hey, why not distract from the increasingly difficult task of trying to prop up a failing facade of democracy with a modern gladiators’ show of glitzy missiles, flash missile trails and bright lights of said missiles exploding somewhere in a foreign, strange land where in reality lives don’t matter to the Three Conquistadors of international criminal action because – let’s also not forget – the doors of welcome are closed to the many thousands fleeing Syria and seeking refuge.

These three monsters act as pimps, prostituting themselves at the feet of the military-industrial-energy conglomerates to flog weapons to the likes of Saudi Arabia which is bombing the shit out of Yemen, causing death, starvation and destruction to thousands of people and  killing many, many, many children – yes, real children, but hey! who cares when the dollars are pouring in from arms sales.

And puh-leez, let’s not forget the real basis of the US, UK and France trying to meddle in Syria and get their murdering mitts on the country – gas pipelines. Two are proposed as per the map below:

These are the REAL yellow brick roads – control of resources, always at the basis of wars throughout history and even more so in the era of US, British and European empire-building and empire-protection. And the reason the Western powers are stomping around in a snit is because Russia moved into Syria first and stole a march on those same Western powers who thought they’d corralled Russia in recent years and would get their mitts on the country’s resources and control them. So don’t bang on about Putin being so godawful, because they’re all damned well godawful.

Just let’s remember and repeat Dylan Thomas’ words – relating to old age but just as relevant to the war criminals in the US, UK and France, because their actions could well herald a much more dangerous international situation with the threat of nuclear warfare and a Third World War:

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The World Tree of Hope & Unity

To honour the courage, hope and unity of all those young people and their supporters standing up, organising and fighting for gun control and the right of young people to an education free of the fear of violence.

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

                                                                               – Bob Dylan

We Rise Up. We Protest. We Gather. We March!

We Rise Up. We Protest. We Gather. We March!

In support of those marching and organising for gun control.

And in memory of those young people who have had their lives cut short.

Rage for the Light!

RAGE FOR THE LIGHT

Dreams of Orstraya Outback

And towns like Kalgoorlie, Western Australia,

where once gold fever ran molten along the streets and

where now the gold Super Pit operates 24 hours a day

coughing up the ore of dreams, lost hopes and nightmares.

Where men are men,

and women are skimpy barmaids, topless or in transparent lingerie,

or whores tucked away in Hay Street where you can go

And watch the women sitting in brothel windows.

Kalgoorlie – where the wide streets and heritage hotels

Hide the underbelly of this outback gold-mining town:

where a white man can run over and kill an Aboriginal boy

  – Joshua Doughty, 14 –

in a Nissan Navara SUV, because he believed the motorbike

Doughty was riding had been stolen from his home.

A white man gets sentenced to a pathetic three years in jail

by an all-white jury

and may be released just 18 months – 18 measly, pathetic months –

after taking the life of a son, grandson, friend to many,

because he’s got black skin.

That’s what is okay in Kalgoorlie – kill a child because a possession is worth

More than Elijah’s life.

The killer’s not alone in a town notorious for its racism:

A leaflet out the Kalgoorlie train station reads in large, red writing:

“If a thief was to steal my motorbike, I would run him down with my Nissan Navara”.

It then added “cull a thief day, justice is served”.

In this town swirling with the wealth of gold dust, a possession is worth more

Than a child’s life.

A black child’s life, that is.

Goddamn it, that child had the right to a life – to live, to laugh, to play,

To sing, to dance, to have a future, to be loved by his family.

Not to be crushed under an SUV for the sake of a thing, a possession.

Because when possessions outweigh human life

– a black kid’s life –

A society is sick, rancid and heartless.

Remember Joshua  Doughty!

A pox on racism. A pox on racists.

Rage against the darkness of hate.

Rage for the light of tolerance and love of humanity,

For a better, kinder, loving world.

Together!

Last week I saw a message posted on Facebook claiming that Muslim parents at a Maryborough School in Australia (unclear whether in Queensland or Victoria) had demanded that pork be removed from the schools’ menu along with a strident response from a council official.  It was a hoax, originally perpetuated in Belgium, then re-phrased in various countries to reflect the local circumstances.

I saw people up in arms and indignant about this so-called demand, with no effort made to check whether it was true or not. I saw something similar a while back which claimed to have been written by the Prime Minister of Canada/Australian Prime Minster Rudd and Prime Minister Gillard. So easy to believe the worst of those of Islamic faith without bothering to check the truth.

These circulars are written by hateful people trying to stir discord and prejudice, which is disgraceful in itself. But just as sad is the fact that people rise to the bait and circulate these hoaxes without even bothering to check facts, because it appeals to their prejudices. Even worse, when it’s pointed out that these messages are hoaxes, too many people say it accords with their beliefs and won’t delete what are basically lies – just like the lies peddled every day by Trump in the United States.

At a time when all too many are trying to foment divisions between various sections of society, the reality is that together – Christians, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, people with different sexual choices, the poor, the marginalised, the disadvantaged, the middle classes – we are far more powerful than the forces which try to divide and rule.

This sort of hatred and division led to the horrors of the Third Reich, World War 2 and concentration camps. I believe that those of us with good faith, embracing  love, compassion, tolerance and truth can do far better than the hate-mongers. We can speak truth and love, we can hear truth and love, we can live truth and love.

 

“I Have a Dream”

In the Wake of Martin Luther King Day

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”

“The tensions are not between the races, but between the forces of justice and injustice; between the forces of light and darkness.”

                                                                        – Martin Luther King

 

Psalms 15

Lord, who can be trusted with power,
and who may act in your place?
Those with a passion for justice,
who speak the truth from their hearts;
who have let go of selfish interests
and grown beyond their own lives;
who see the wretched as their family
and the poor as their flesh and blood.
They alone are impartial
and worthy of the people’s trust.
Their compassion lights up the whole earth,
and their kindness endures forever.

(A Book of Psalms, translations by Stephen Mitchell)