HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KIMMIE

Kim, I love you and I am constantly impressed by your bravery and your uncompromising need to make the world a better place. I’m pretty inarticulate when it comes to saying how I feel about people, so I will just quote from a journal entry I wrote when we lived together in San Diego:

“I’m so domestic here. I hide in the house drinking tea and mentally knit sweaters. (I can’t actually knit because I’m not allowed to have sharp objects after I kept accidentally stabbing myself with the kitchen knives.) I sit and read for five hours straight in silence, and then Kim J comes blowing through the house like a tornado, saying “Get up! Let’s go out!” and rattles my dead leaf bones.”

And wordless and stupid, all I can do is quote someone else. From the immortal Ani Difranco: “When I look around, I think this, this isn’t good enough, and I try to to laugh at whatever life brings.” Makes me think of you, shaking your fist at tyranny and keeping your sense of humor.

You are going to make me pay for that “fist at tyranny” thing with years of mockery. Sigh.

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Photos courtesy of Michele

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I recently got cc’d on an email from Sean in response to this article wherein he explains why comparing Bush to Hitler is absurd, and I’d like to share it with you folks. (Sean, if you want to use this yourself or something, let me know and I’ll take it down.) I really enjoyed hearing such a rational argument in these days of fury and spittle, and hopefully the rest of you will enjoy it as well.

I don’t like it when people use certain kinds of arguments to support their cause, regardless of my feelings about the cause itself. Doing things “for the sake of the children,” for instance. Comparing a world leader to Hitler almost always falls into that category. I didn’t think the Saddam-Hitler comparisons were fair, and I certainly don’t think Bush-Hitler comparisons are either.

This piece is dishonest. Not because the analogies it makes and the parallels it draws are wrong, per se, but they’re dishonest all the same. The reason the name of Hitler is synonymous with “evil” or “worst person ever” isn’t because he lost the popular vote in Germany, or because he exploited a national tragedy to consolidate power, or even because he attacked other countries with only flimsy pretexts. Hitler is a symbol of evil because of his racial programs, because of concentration camps, because of the Holocaust. Unless someone is alleging that what George Bush is doing is even remotely similar to that part of the Hitler story, the comparison is unfair. To paraphrase Samuel L. Jackson, “What Bush and Hitler did ain’t in the same ballpark. Ain’t even the same fucking sport!”

Bush stole an election using his brother and a questionably ethical Supreme Court; Hitler stole an election using street gangs and assassinations, including that of the Austrian prime minister. (to be fair, Bush would probably try to have Saddam assassinated if it were feasible) Also, Hitler murdered 6 million people and Bush… didn’t.

This article is not even especially accurate. For one, the phrase “people of Middle Eastern descent” is used a lot, often without a lot of factual justification. (Yes, it’s clever how he uses the phrase to refer to Jews, not Muslims like we readers expect) I’m not a WW2 expert, but I don’t think that the firebombing of Reichstag, or issues about terrorists were used as excuses for the Anschluss. The immediate pretext for the takeover came from the banning of the country’s Nazi Party. It certainly was motivated by Austria’s resources, in the same way the invasion of Czechoslovakia was – Hitler made analogies to the “German automobile” working with the “Austrian chassis” in letters – but I don’t agree that anti-terrorism measures were the reasons presented for the action.

Neville Chamberlain’s “Peace in our time” quote refers to Hitler’s invasion of Czechoslovakia, not Austria. I’ve heard this very same quote used to justify why the US needs to stop appeasing Saddam and invade Iraq.

The Bush-Hitler comparison is unduly prejudicial. Regardless, it’s never really going to be useful to compare someone to Hitler, or Stalin, just because they’re such extreme cases. If you aren’t already anti-war/anti-Bush, this article isn’t going to change anyone’s mind. Even if you are, this kind of rhetoric can provoke a rabid anti-war type like myself to actually defend Bush.

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When I look down I just miss all the good stuff, when I look up I just trip over things

Sara rescues sea turtle eggs for a living. She doesn’t feed the hungry or give aid to adolescent prostitutes in Thailand. She just watches turtles lay eggs in places where the eggs will be harmed, then she digs the eggs up and moves them somewhere safer.

Dig. Gather. Dig. Deposit. It’s no less good for being small.

It made me remember some things. Like the reason that I originally started taking massage classes. My uncle had a nasty form of cancer, and he started hugging people a lot more. All these hugs made me realize that most people with terrible or terminal illnesses need a lot of physical contact. Your supply of that tends to dry up when you’re sick, even with something non-contagious. People are reluctant to touch or be near the sick. I wanted to become a massage therapist because touching sick people seemed like a need even I, with my basic skill-less-ness, could manage to fill.

No matter where I put my body, the wheels of this war are going to keep turning. The government will continue to do bad things. People will steal from each other. Women will be raped. No matter how much of the night you take back, there will always be more night you can’t reach.

I am suspicious of movements and causes. All I can do is something small.

I emailed SFPAWS (San Francisco’s Pets Are Wonderful Support) to find out when their next volunteer orientation is. They need volunteers to walk dogs for people with AIDS. Kim J told me about it a long time ago and I didn’t really internalize it until now.

Leash, walk, scoop. It’s small, but it’s something.

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This one is mostly not about war

Someone found my page by searching for “How to stop thinking about sex.”

heh heh heh.

CAN’T BE DONE!

(that’s the joke, you see.)

Don’t make war on Iraq the end.

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Didofoot Reads The News, Part 2

See Part 1

“The United States acknowledged it might have killed some civilians with air strikes after 14 people were reported dead in missile attacks on a Baghdad housing block.

“A statement issued by the US Central Command stopped short of confirming the deaths reported by Iraqi officials but blamed Baghdad for placing military weapons in civilian-populated areas.” – Agence France-Presse

Is anyone else laughing at this? I actually laughed out loud when I read it (then quickly toggled to my spreadsheet when my boss glanced over at me – oh, Excel, you wise-cracker!).

I am in such a general state of being horrified that it is now possible to find aspects of this amusing again. Dammit, Baghdadians. When you put military targets right next to civilian stuff like that, shit, what do you expect? Y’all knew we’d be coming for you eventually. Y’all should have made better arrangements.

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Playing with matches

“A surgical assistant at the Saddam hospital in Nassiriya, interviewed at a marine check point outside the city, said that on Sunday, half an hour after two dead marines were brought into the hospital, US aircraft dropped what he described as three or four cluster bombs on civilian areas, killing 10 and wounding 200.” – Guardian/UK, full article.

I know this is being beaten into the ground, but bombing military targets in a city means bombing civilians. There is no building in any city anywhere that stands surrounded by a swath of nothingness. All these buildings are surrounded by houses or offices or other civilian architecture.

I’m wearing a black armband out of the house today to signify my moral superiority. It’s nice to have such a simple, tangible symbol of my basic betterness. There should be colored armbands for all kinds of superiority – intellectual, physical, technological…

I feel like I’m only talking to a few of you. I suspect most of you are skipping these blogs altogether, either because you’re bored by the excess war coverage or just don’t want to think about it, or, most likely, you are reading real info from people who know shit about shit. And those of you who are reading them already have all the information I’m putting up. But hopefully everyone is reading Salam Pax.

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WHOOO! It’s just for dekarashun.

As soon as I posted that last part, I started hearing yelling outside. It was not the normal yelling that I hear every night, of the “WHOOO!” variety intended to indicate a good time.* No, this was the more protesty kind of yell. I threw on a sweatshirt over my lounging pajamas** and hotfooted it outside to the street. Sure enough, a group of maybe twenty or thirty people were banging their hippie beat drums and waving signs and marching and hollering. This group included Frank Chu. (I felt that his presence added a WHOLE lot of credibility to the group, since that guy has been prophesying doom since way before it was fashionable.) This group kept to the sidewalk, moved along at a good pace, and did not seem interested in destroying anyone’s property (much to my relief, since I live only half a block away). They were being followed at a crawl by not one, not two, but THREE police cars.

Well, I thought, here I have JUST clicked on my new Civil Disobedience link when suddenly a protest appears outside my very window like an urban Romeo. I would be some kind of fool not to join. So I joined, although I eschewed the yelling, chanting and clapping. I don’t really do that stuff (unless Jolie is yelling too, in which case one is gripped with an odd compulsion to follow where the truly impressive decibals of her voice are leading).

I lasted for exactly a block and a half before I ditched them and circled back around to my warm little hovel, but I haven’t given up. I’ll keep attending the big marches and in the meantime I will look for something else helpful to do.

And that’s the truth, pbbbbt.

*Why do so many people, immediately upon reaching the Castro, feel the need to yell “WHOOO!”? I hardly ever do it, myself.

**which are different from my sleeping pajamas and my being-seen pajamas

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Preaching to the choir for catharsis

When I talk to people who are not the We and hear how little how little how little they notice or care about this war, I am moved to finally employ my powers as the god of fish and cause all the finned and flippered creatures to come flopping out of the seas the rivers the lakes the streams and take to the highways in blue crystal bowls on remote control Tonka trucks and stop traffic stop motion stop time until people by god pay attention. Pay attention. Pay attention.

This is a picture of some people who hopefully are still living in Baghdad.

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Irrelevant stuff, but why do you come here otherwise?

Watching a news reporter when the camera isn’t on them is an extremely edifying exercise, especially if you can catch the transition between off-camera and on-. It makes you realize that these people are not your friends and they are not stalwart warriors in search of truth. They’re just actors. And last night I saw four of them (carefully not invading each others’ shots) clustered in various places on Market. Little bunches of cops in riot gear stood around near them, shooting the shit with each other. There was no one else around. The reporters were all frantically completing their own makeup and ignoring each other. They looked like a flock of preening little sparrows.

I finally asked one of the cops what was going on, since I’d been walking up Market for many blocks and kept seeing these groups of cops and vans. He told me that about an hour ago there were maybe 300 people walking up the street in a peaceful demonstration. I asked if he had arrested anyone but he said they all kept to the sidewalks. Doesn’t he sound like a nice, friendly cop? Like someone you would get in a 1950’s movie?

I’ll tell you, though, I walked up Market from Civic Center to Montgomery at 11:00 at night in a low-cut tanktop and no one leered or whistled or made a comment or bothered me at all. But this cop stood right up in my face and winked and said a few things I wished he hadn’t and was the only one that night who made me feel like a whore.

For anyone interested, I made a new section in the sidebar with war-related sites that I find helpful. If you can think of anything for me to add, let me know.

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Jesus was never lost

I found Jesus at the peace march today. He was dressed in a long white robe and beard and carried a sign that said “Who Would Jesus Bomb?”

“The moneylenders!” I said, but this did not appear to be the answer he was looking for.

I admired his Nikes.

If you, like me, were wondering about the body count in Iraq, Michele found this site. Neither of us can vouch for its veracity but it’s the best I’ve got right now. If anyone else knows of something, please let me know.

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I just heard from the Lad. He made it down to San Diego okay. Color me relieved.

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