Tuesday, December 30, 2008
As a rule, I don't respond to comments on other websites forums,although I usually read the 4 or 5 posted comments on the CBC.ca news site, if only to reassure myself that the majority of posters have too much time on their hands and far too little information.But today I read this post by one KLM409 and it got me to thinking just how wrong his little parable is.Here's his post:
What a load of crap. If anyone could look at things objectively, if they could strip away all the emotions, politics, history, and whacky religious beliefs, and bring it down to a level everyone understands, here's what we'd be left with:
There's a big guy who lives on the corner, he's a bit of a bully but he doesn't do much unless provoked. Every day on the way to school this little guy goes up to the big guy and kicks him in the leg. This goes on for a year until one day the big guy turns around and beats the snot out of the little guy.
Moral of the story: don't kick the bigger guy. I mean, come on, a five-year-old knows better than that.
This is how the parable should go:
There was a big guy, who once upon a time had been just another little guy, homeless, beaten and abused and he moved into the house where another little guy lived.The former little guy felt pretty comfortable and started throwing his weight around.The big guy told the little guy that had been living in the house prior to his arrival that he could stay in the house but only in certain rooms.The little guy wasn't allowed to use the orchard, the tree swing or the deep end of the pool and was given a little strip of the sandbox to play in. The parents who lived in the house felt that the big guy really deserved these perks, after all, he'd had a really tough time of it and they felt a little guilty that they hadn't done anything in the past.Mom and Dad tried to explain to the neighbours that it was all good and that the little guy living there didn't have it so bad, even though he wasn't allowed to travel freely from downstairs to upstairs or have the same unlimited access to what was in the fridge or the toolshed.
Eventually the little guy got tired of having the big guy tell him what to do and when to do it and started to poke the big guy with a small twig.The big guy would tolerate this for a time and eventually go out to the shed and get the sledgehammer and beat the living shit out of the little guy, as well as cut off his access to the fridge and the medicine cabinet.Mom and Dad would beg the two to settle their differences, but neither one took the sledgehammer away from the big guy and only begrudgingly let the little guy have a package of Bandaids.And they all lived unhappily ever after.
For those of you out there that feel Israel is 'justified' in bombing Gaza because of Hamas' ongoing homemade rocket attacks since the truce fell apart, please read the two articles currently at Common Dreams.org and pay attention to not only the disproportionate numbers of dead and injured between the Palestinians and the Israelis, but mark closely the very sneaky and quiet way Israel has been punishing the Gaza Strip for well...decades now.
Published on Monday, December 29, 2008 by The Independent/UK
Leaders Lie, Civilians Die, and Lessons of History are Ignored
by Robert Fisk
Published on Monday, December 29, 2008 by The Guardian/UK
Gaza: Where Civilians Become Targets
by Andrea Becker
UPDATE: I was going to post this article:
Israel turns back aid workers en route to Gaza
... Activists aboard the boat were members of a group called the Free Gaza Movement
and were carrying about three tonnes of medical aid to the region, a passenger ...
that had appeared, however briefly on CBC.ca, but the link has now been replaced with a more 'balanced' and well hidden report of what happened to a boat load of 3 tonnes of medical aid trying to reach Gaza today.I must agree, preventing medical aid from reaching 1.5 million trapped and besieged Palestinians is certainly protecting the Israeli people.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Last week we got quite a bit of snow here, 50 cm or so and one of these little fellas, called a fouine or stone marten, decided to weather the storm in the ancien grange out the back.I first saw him in evening around 6pm,I heard some scrabbling on the wooden staircase of the grange and thought it was one of the local kittehs.I made some noise and the fouine stuck his head through the railing and gave me a serious once over.He was surprisingly big, like an otter or the size of a large, long cat.Fouines have a reputation for being destructive, so much so that there is a 'fouine insurance' here in Switzerland.Apparently they have an appetite for the electrical cabling on cars (BMW's in particular). The kittehs were aware of its presence earlier, I suspect fouines have a strong scent and refused to come outside without me for 2 or 3 days.I saw him once more scuttling from the hedge to the grange and when the snow stopped he was gone.The kittehs did some cautious sniffing around and have declared the yard fouine free...for now.
It's snowing again.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
What two words have Stephen Harper petrified and inflaming everyone west of Manitoba with talk of "unity" and "separtists"?
I'm hoping the GG does not call another election, they are costly and let's face it, if the government cannot stand up to a confidence vote in the first 90 days of its mandate then it should be dissolved.
The 'Tempest in a Teapot" coverage here at CBCnews.ca.
PM asking GG to suspend Parliament
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
Published on Sunday, November 30, 2008 by CommonDreams.org
Hope You Die Before You Get Old
by David Michael Green
Here's a small excerpt from the above article posted over at Common Dreams and it is a fair example of the scathing indictment that the Boomer Generation has got to face up to:
You'd almost think we lived in a Stalinesque dictatorship of the most repressive sort, given our disinterest in using the tools readily available to us to replace or even stymie a government gone insane. Who would think, looking at the mass violent crime called Iraq committed in our name, and using our tax dollars - a crime that we stood by and watched happen - that we actually had the power to do something about this? Who would think that we live in country where a president can be impeached for as little as lying about getting a blow job? And yet we did nothing. Shame on us. My god, shame on us.
We could go on and on here. How broken is our educational system? How obscenely twisted is that corporate business enterprise masquerading as our healthcare system, a beast only incidentally concerned with keeping our country well? How messed up is American foreign policy in the Middle East, not even counting Iraq or Iran? How bankrupt are our societal values when everyone knows who Britney and Brad are, but probably not even one in ten could name the Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court? How jive is our commitment to equality of opportunity (let alone actual equality), when we fund our schools through property taxes, with absolutely predictable results? How dishonest can one society be, when it deploys more mercenaries than soldiers, woefully abuses the National Guard and the Reserves, hides the bodies coming home in caskets, avoids a draft, cuts taxes and deficit spends, all to prevent citizens from having to think about a war that would instantly be massively unpopular in the absence of such ruses? How breathtakingly paranoid are we, and how devoid of the most basic skills of diplomacy, that we spend more money on ‘defense' than every other country in the world - about 195 of them - combined? How fundamentally deluded at the wholesale level are we that it would be effectively impossible for an atheist to be elected president? How shamefully lazy are we that - even in 2008 - a third of us still didn't bother to vote, and the rest of us tolerate an electoral system frequently designed to suppress turnout?
And so on, and so on. Like I said, we could go on and on here.
I recommend you take 10 minutes and read the full piece, even it makes you feel guilty (as it should).