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Ending Abuse ASAP

Posted in Psychology, Spiritual, Sustainability, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on July 6, 2016 by Drogo

The Art of Ending War Before It Begins

Law suits and physical fights are reasons why I avoid people that show they want to argue about ‘creative differences’ more than they want to ‘creatively collaborate’. I admit i still like the thrill of battle, but i just know how to win before it begins now. LOL Basically I will always communicate with a partner or client until they start getting nasty (meaning personal insults and not just logic of limits) it took years of practice with clients to understand how to avoid the blame game – and years of realizing it comes down to personality and behavior (psych eval). Offer what you can, and if you or they are not pleased enough over a period of time, realize the cycle of abuse before it goes further, and cut losses. If the fight cannot be avoided, it is preferable to get a seat in the audience. Abuse is the wrong kind of drama for a healthy relationship. Abuse is often determined by one side making demands that the other side views as hurtful or oppressive. However if it will not end, and you have a chance to end it before worse things happen, take it. Often we allow situations to escalate because of kindness, and kindness can get taken advantage of for better or worse.

Cut off all communications with those that are willing to hurt you, and get help to enforce the laws that protect our rights to do so.

The more severe the behaviors (not talking about freedom of speech but actual business or physical moves), the more the need to sever contact ASAP (as soon as possible).

For tips on how to creatively collaborate, rather than quit due to creative differences, read articles on child-like vs child-ish, cooperative creation, and respecting the imagination and limits of others. Make sure that all parties are aware of all the factors and levels of risk before getting too involved, or cutting losses becomes suicide. Within a cooperative you can have committees with leaders, so make sure you understand how project politics work by reading about what has worked in the past. Working partnerships are not less important than friendships, as the level of trust needed often transcends the normal daily challenges of friendship; and because the stakes are greater (even if symbolic of what might happen if there was more at stake), business can often show you who is a loyal friend and wants to support or cooperate with you and how willing they are to do so.

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Military Post-911 Quagmire Essay by Daniel Crimmins

Posted in Critical Commentary of Civilization, Military with tags , , , , , , on August 29, 2015 by Drogo

Veterans for Peace posted this article from Reddit television:

‘Last Week Tonight with John Oliver’


Visual-Effects asked:

How do you Americans as a people walk around head held high, knowing that every few months your country is committing a 9/11 size atrocity to other people? Imagine if the 9/11 terror attacks were happening in america every few months. Again and again, innocent people dying all around you. Your brothers and sisters. For no reason.

Daniel Crimmins (Mopecore)

from U.S. Army 3rd Infantry Division answered:

“Many of us are unable. Many of us watched 9/11, and accepted the government and media’s definition of the attack as a act of war rather than a criminal action. A smaller portion, drifting along passively thought a major war was coming, that people we knew were going to fight and die. Some of us maybe worried about our younger brother being drafted, despite being in college. Now, it seems stupid, but in the 72 hours after 9/11, some Americans, maybe suffering from depression, certainly with a mind shaped by comic books and action movies, ate up the ‘us vs. them’ good vs. evil rhetoric spouted by the cowboy in chief. After all, he was the president, and no matter how bright you might think yourself, you can still be swayed by passion and emotion, led to terrible decisions.

“Some of us, therefore, left our dorm rooms, and walked down Main Street to the recruiter’s office. Some of us were genuinely surprised the office wasn’t full to bursting of young men eager to avenge their fallen countrymen. Some of us were genuinely surprised when we had to push the recruiter to stop trying to sell desk jobs and just let us join the damn Infantry.

Some of us got enlisted, then, and went down to Georgia, head high to mask the anxiety and fear they might have. Perhaps some number of Americans in this situation discovered that maybe it hadn’t been the best idea, but would be goddamned if they were going to admit it, and let everyone back home smuggly remark on how right they were.

So they persevere. They learn to work as a unit, to look past personality issues, to see each other as Soldiers rather than as a race, or economic status, or any of the other things people hate about each other. They learn to kill.

Then some of these people, perhaps while sitting hungover in the platoon area in the Republic of Korea hear that we have invaded Iraq. They have “Big Scary Bombs”, and Saddam Hussein, the secular Arab dictator had somehow colluded with the devoutly religious OBL to attack the US. They hated our freedom, you see.

Then some of these young American men might transfer back to Georgia and be assigned to the 3rd Infantry Division, and end up in Iraq in January of 2005. And maybe these kids, still drunk on Fox News and fantasies of glory and renown being enough to win their ex-girlfriends back, are excited to go to Iraq. Sure, we hadn’t found any WMDs yet, and we had Hussein in custody, but they were still somehow a threat and had to be dragged kicking and screaming into Jeffersonian democracy. Inside every dirka is a good American, yearning to be free.

So you fight. You kill. Watch friends die. Its usually quick, almost never quiet, but for the rest of your life, when you remember sitting at the bar with them, they’re blown open. You picture the nights you spent downtown at Scruffy Murphy’s, but instead of the stupid hookah shell necklace, your boy’s jaw is blown off, and his left eye is ruined, and he’s screaming.

You fight, you kill, you watch friends die, and you notice a distinct lack of change. You kick in doors and tell terrified women to sit on the floor while you and your friends ransack their home, tearing the place apart, because they might be hiding weapons. There is no reason to believe this house in particular is enemy, same for the next one, and the one after that, or the seven before; they just happened to be there, and maybe they had weapons. Probably not, they almost never did. There were a few times when we had deliberate raids based on solid intel and we’d turn up some stuff, but generally we were just tossing houses because we could.

Then maybe your FISTer forgets to carry the remainder, and drops a mess of mortars on the village your supposed to protect. Maybe the big Iraqi running at you screaming was just mentally ill. Of course, you won’t know this until after you’ve but seven rounds through his ribcage, and his wailing, ancient mother is cradling his body, spitting at you.

Maybe when you get back to the FOB, the Platoon Sergeant tells you you did the right thing; next time, it might be a suicide bomber. They tell you it was an honest mistake, it wasn’t your fault. They tell you to go get some chow, take a shower if the water works, and sleep it off. You did good work that day, apparently.

During chow, the TV is on AFN, and they are rebroadcasting some Fox News show, and you’re hearing about drone strikes, and all the great things we’re doing, and you can’t help but see that poor dumb assholes face, looking past his mother as he bleeds to death. He’s in pain, obviously, but he has the most perfectly confused look on his face. He doesn’t comprehend what’s happening. Little more hot sauce on your eggs doesn’t really help.

Then you realize you haven’t seen anything to support the idea that these poor fuckers are a threat to your home. You look around and you see all he contractors making six figure salaries to fix your shit, train Iraqis, maintain the ridiculous SUVs the KBR dicks ride around in. You consider the fact that every 25mm shell costs about forty bucks, and your company has been handing those fuckers out like shrapnel flavored parade candies. You think about all the fuel you’re going through, all the ammo and missiles and grenades. You think about every time you lose a vehicle, the Army buys a new one. Maybe you start to see a lot of people making a lot of money on huge amounts of human suffering.

Then you go on leave, and realize that Ayn Rand has no idea what the fuck she’s talking about. You realize that Fox News and Limbaugh and John McCain don’t respect you or your buddies. They don’t give a fuck if you get a parade or a box when you get home, you’re nothing to them but a prop.

Then you get out, and you hate the news. You hate the apathy, and you hate the murder being carried out in your name. You grew up wanting so bad to be Luke Skywalker, but you realize that you were basically a Stormtrooper, a faceless, nameless rifleman, carrying a spear for empire, and you start to accept the startlingly obvious truth that these are people like you.

Maybe your heart breaks a little every time some asshole brags about a “successful” drone strike.

Your statement is correct enough; if all of America was one dude, that dude would not give a shit about the little brown people we’re burning and crushing and choking to death. We aren’t all like that, but it makes me incredibly, profoundly sad to see what my country actually is.” – Daniel Crimmins

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Middle-East Chronic Quagmire

Posted in Critical Commentary of Civilization with tags , , , , , , on September 26, 2014 by Drogo

It seems like the typical quagmire triangle going on in the Middle-East again: US Senators arming rebels against Asad, then betrayal and the rebels turn on us, next our leaders want to go to war for resources, and so we arm Asad to fight the rebels, …. later war against Asad because we armed him again to get oil resources!!! Fighting a large group of people because of a few criminal terrorist acts is like bombing Chicago because someone murdered someone.

War Weary (re-edit)

Posted in Environmentalism with tags , , , , , on August 13, 2014 by Drogo

WAR WEARY : Turning to Nature for Solace August 2014

There is no one on this earth who is not affected by all the wars, and rumors of war, these days. Of course, all through the history of mankind there have been wars and rumors of war, and according to some thinkers and writers this is how it will always be, forever.

However, that is not what I want to debate, or discuss. I only wish to convey a few of my personal feelings about how war is affecting people, all people, and the natural world upon which we depend for survival. Whether people are aware of it or not, those in the muddle of the Middle East conflict, or here in the USA where we are not hearing air raid sirens daily, or starving on a mountain, we are all affected. There is not one thing on this earth that does not affect another.

Now how can I say that ? Aren’t we insulated from the worst of it here in America? Actually, we are not. “Whatever happens to the least of these happens to us all”. Some very wise person said something like that over 2,000 years ago. Actually, the words are more like this: “Whatsoever ye do to the least of these, ye do also unto me.” No wiser words were said.

Most natives of America thought along the same lines. They were natural ecologists, born and bred with “all our relations” in mind as a way of life. Some wise native said that we are all connected, that what befalls one part, affects another, and more…that a great sadness would befall us, as human beings, when there are no more sounds of nature and we loose the company of wild creatures. The natural world uplifts our spirits with its amazing beauty and diversity. To a degree it is here for our use, but not for our abuse. So, as I look around at what war, greed and materialism have done to the natural world, and are doing, I feel a profound sadness that I cannot seem to shake.

Such is the sadness we all feel, whether we are conscious of it or not. We are all affected, we are all war weary, weary of wars between each other, and war against the natural world. The earth itself is weary too, its water, its air, its swamps and rivers, its plants, its butterflies, bees, birds, the polar bears, and on and on. Shall I list every remaining species?

I turn to the purity of nature for solace everyday. As I wandered my gardens today, picking dried peas for next years planting (now there is an act of hope) and herbs for a healthy tea I need to make, my thoughts were solemn. What if there comes a day when there is no pure air to breath, or clean water to drink, or swampy breeding grounds for myriad birds and amphibians to thrive and procreate? In Syria, Gaza and Iraq, and many other war torn places around the world they are already experiencing serious problems, and my heart bleeds for the innocent, hardworking people, little children and old people, all suffering due to the ignorance of their leaders and ruthless radical movements. There is no clean drinking water and poor sanitation is pervasive. Women are being kidnapped and sold into sexual slavery. If the perpetrators care that little for women, think how much less they care for the environment. Swamps are drying up, rivers and lakes polluted. The inhabitants are traumatized, are war weary, so am I, so are we all, and so is the Earth.

Yet, there is always hope. There are people doing their best to keep the balance between … and I will say it as it is…good and evil. To water it down, saying between dark and light, life and death, is stoically philosophical, though certainly true. However, this is not a philosophical exercise. This IS a war, another sort of war, a genuine fight for survival, and not just for survival of humans, but for the entire delicately balanced ecosystem. Every time a bomb is dropped, a missile fired, precious Life is despoiled, contaminated. For that matter, every time we climb in our car and turn the key, or turn on a light switch, we are contributing to the problem. Does this mean we should drop out of society? Maybe…

It is important to question why are we throwing this precious gift back in the face of the Giver, the Great Spirit, as well as our OWN spirits. Doesn’t, shouldn’t, everyone know that without the purity of the earth, we will all sicken and die, together, some sooner, some later? I suppose some people simply do not care enough, or think, or feel for that matter. If ignorance and misled materialism continue as they are, and if misguided leaders feel only pride, hate and fear, then we are doomed indeed.

Am I war weary.? You bet ya I am. So are you. Now, what to do about it ? I say, turn to the purity of nature, and fiercely protect and nurture it, wherever, however, you are able. Do what you can to lessen your footprint on the earth, assist other brave souls who are working in the front lines to remedy the ills, and pray for strength to persist. That is our only salvation, our only hope. Then someday, when we are truly weary of this life and it is our time to say farewell, with forgiveness in our hearts for those who knew not what they were doing, we will die in peace knowing in our hearts that we did the best we could.

Walk gently, but with a strong walking stick…Christine

WAR WEARY : Turning to Nature for Solace

Posted in Critical Commentary of Civilization, Homesteading, Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Spiritual with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 10, 2014 by Drogo

August 2014

There is no one on this earth who is not affected by all the wars, and rumors of war, these days. Of course, all through the history of mankind there have been wars and rumors of war, and according to some thinkers and writers this is how it will always be, forever.

However, that is not what I want to debate, or discuss. I only wish to convey a few of my personal feelings about how war is affecting people, all people, and the natural world upon which we depend for survival. Whether people are aware of it or not, those in the muddle of the Middle East countries, or here in the USA where we are not hearing air raid sirens daily, we are all affected. There is not one thing on this earth that does not affect another.

Now how can I say that ? Aren’t we insulated from the worst of it here in America? Actually, we are not. “Whatever happens to the least of these happens to us”. Some very wise person said something like that 2,000 years ago. Actually, the words are more like this: “Whatsoever ye do to the least of these, ye do also unto me.” No wiser words were said.

Most natives of America thought along the same lines. They were natural ecologists, born and bred with “all our relations” in mind as a way of life. Some wise native said that we are all connected, that what befalls one part, affects another, and more…that a great sadness would befall us, as human beings, when there are no more sounds of nature and we loose the company of wild creatures. They are here for our use, but also to uplift our spirits with their amazing beauty and diversity. The earth and all of its inhabitants are a profound miracle! So, as I look around at what war and materialism have done to the natural world, and are doing, I feel a great sadness that I cannot seem to shake.

Such is the sadness we all feel on different levels, whether we are conscious of it or not. We are all war weary. Weary of wars between each other, and war against the natural world. The earth itself is weary too, its water, its air, its swamps and rivers, its plants, its butterflies, bees, birds, the polar bears, and on and on. Shall I list every remaining species?

As I wandered my gardens this morning, picking dried peas for next years planting (now there is an act of hope) and herbs for a healthy tea I need to make, my thoughts were solemn. What if there comes a day, due to rampant human ignorance upon the face of this beautiful earth, what if someday, there is no pure air to breath, or clean water to drink, or swampy breeding grounds for myriad birds and amphibians to thrive and procreate. In Syria, Gaza and Iraq,and many other places around the world they are already experiencing serious problems, and my heart bleeds for them. Innocent, hardworking people, with children and old people, all suffering due to the ignorance of their leaders. There is no clean drinking water and poor sanitation is pervasive. Swamps are drying up, rivers and lakes polluted. The inhabitants are war weary, and so am I, and so are we all. So is the Earth….

Yet, there is always hope. There are people doing their best to keep the balance between … and I will say it as it is…good and evil. To water it down, between dark and light, life and death , is stoically philosophical, though true. But this is not a philosophical exercise. This IS a war, another sort of war, a genuine fight for survival, and not just for survival of humans, but for the entire delicately balanced ecosystem.

So, how not to groan and lament the demise, the poisoning, of such a gift? Why are we throwing this precious gift back in the face of the Giver, the Great Spirit, as well as our OWN spirits. Doesn’t , shouldn’t, everyone know that without the purity of the earth, we will all sicken and die, together, some sooner, some later? I suppose some people simply do not care enough, or think, or feel for that matter. If egotistical ignorance and materialism continue as they are, and if misguided leaders feel only hate and fear, then we are doomed indeed.

Am I war weary.?… You bet ya I am. So are you. Now, what to do about it ?

I say, turn to the purity of nature, and fiercely protect and nurture it, wherever, however you are able. That is our only salvation, our only hope. Then someday, when we are truly weary of this life, and it is our time to say farewell; with forgiveness in our hearts for those who knew not what they were doing, we will die in peace knowing in our hearts that we did the best we could.

Walk Lightly, but with a strong walking stick…

~ Christine SCHOENE Maccabee

CSM 3

History of Art, War, & Civilization

Posted in SCOD Online School with tags , , , , , , , on September 18, 2011 by Drogo


“The Effects of Art and War on the History of Civilization”

FINANCING ETHICS – HISTORY   /  SEMESTER – TBA

Class Meets Tuesdays & Thursdays:  5pm -7pm

Class Room:   TBA  (Gmail, Skype, Facebook)

Professor Walton D. Stowell II, M.A.

Office:  Facebook

Office Hours:  Tues & Thurs 12 noon – 1 pm

Although it is commonly said ‘History is written by the victors,’ that is not the final conclusion of this class.  We will explore how architecture, archeology, art, and war affect the way that we perceive cultures in the past and present.  Art and the liberal arts in general are used to express a zeitgeist which may or may not be in concert with the winners of a military conquest.  This course asks the question “How do these factors contribute to the History of Human Civilization; and should they be supported or funded, and if so then in what ways?”  This course is for students interested in architecture, historic preservation, anthropology, environmental science, art, military history, and the ethics of financing.

Required Texts:   The Art of War, War & Peace, For Whom the Bell Tolls, The Declaration of Independence, The US Constitution, and related texts to be chosen from a list during the course

 

Course Requirements:

Grades for this course will be determined in fourths by class attendance, participation, assignments, and tests.  There will be a minimum of 3 projects and 3 tests (including the Final Exam).  The Final Exam will be given at the scheduled time during finals week.

The grading scale for the course will be as follows:

Completed = Pass

Accepted Pending Revisions = (APR) Needs some more work

Incomplete = Does Not Pass inspection, too much missing data or errors

Attendance Policy:

All of the vital information for the tests and the final exam will be gone over in class postings, in-class discussions, and question-and-answer.  Therefore regular attendance and note taking is required for mastering the material.  Legitimate excuses received will be honored for some absences, however unexcused absences will result in grade reduction accordingly (ratio to percent).  The more absences, the greater the grade reduction.

 

Tests and Projects:

Test topics will be taken from lectures on the readings, and question-and-answer class discussions.

The majority of test questions and short essays will be based on the readings as discussed in class.

Projects will include:  art and written essay reports.

Project research and investigation will count towards the overall participation grade.

Final Exam:

A series of long essay questions based on the readings, class discussions, and projects.

Professor Stowell, M.A.

History of Art, War, and Civilization 

Tentative Class Schedule Segments:

1          Introduction to Civilization and socio-economic conditioning / Project 1

2          Ancient History

3          Medieval History / Project 2

4          The Enlightenment / Test 1

5          The Industrial Age /  Project 3

6          Modern Art and Warfare /  Effects of the Technology of Tomorrow

7          All Projects due, collected, displayed and reviewed in class /  Test 2 

8          TEST 3  Final Exam

In many ways this is a new subject, and students will be participating in groundbreaking research that is cutting-edge and widely debatable due to its controversial nature.

Memorial Day Ghosts of Veterans

Posted in Military with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 28, 2011 by Drogo

Ghosts of Veterans: Blood Stains of War

No rain can wash away the memory of all the blood spilled in the name of War.

All those who have felt the physical pains of violence, fighting, combat, battle, or war also feel the mental pains that bleed upon the guilty, innocent, pathetic, and sympathetic alike. The memory of conflict and loss in the brain box is like a blood stain on black velvet, because you cannot bleach the stain out, without turning the whole material white. You cannot remove the blood stains of War in a human mind, without a lobotomy. Likewise, you cannot remove the memory of blood stains of War on a battlefield. Long after the bodies decompose, there will remain a natural energy there that will affect all life that goes there. Sometimes nature whitewashes the past, but other times there will be an entropic scar on that land for eons. Even when nature, with her flowers and grasses, makes things soothing again; there will be some animal that will tap into the past. Some human will remember, something about the violence and death that happened there. Even from across oceans, humans will remember, so long as there are humans on this Earth. So long as humans can record history, recall history, and teach history, they will remember the blood stains. War has left countless Blood Stains, and these are the Ghosts of Veterans.