Sunday, April 09, 2017

Benefit of the Doubt for Trump or Just Doubt? Sarine Gas in Syria

In the old days, your opponents gave you the benefit of the doubt, your friends at least trusted your intentions even when they thought your actions or opinions were in doubt.

But look at what just happened to Trump with Syrian.  His followers don't like his actions because it goes against his non interventionist policy he proclaimed on the campaign trail.  His opponents don't trust his intentions and they are afraid of their own conjectures about what he might do next.  There are very few giving him the benefit of the doubt. Should they?


Logically there is a lot to worry about ...and oh the stories we can tell about what could happen next.  But, are the democrats willing to accept that decisive action driven from the heart (I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt) could have a positive effect? Could his prompt action cause North Korea and China to be a slower to act in their corner of the world?  I don't know, nobody does.  But, I’ll give Trump at least a maybe.


Here's another tidbit: there is no third party verification that the gas attack came from Assad.  The rebels that are fighting him of course would have no motivation to pull us into the conflict would they? They wouldn't frame Assad, would they?  And, of course, we can trust Rachel Maddow and Bill O’Reilly to give us the facts with their opinions, of course.  A favorite line of mine on Rachel’s show is “we were unable to confirm this story” but here it comes anyway.   And by confirm, they mean they call the person in the story and ask them if it's true.  Almost never is the story actually from Fox or MSNBC reports but third party newspapers struggling for survival.   Does it remind you more of a theater product or Walter Cronkite?


Of course, there is the bigger picture: Assad has killed a half million of his own people.  Of course, he would point out that they are trying to overthrow the government, which is true.  Of course, as always in the middle east, the rebels are a different religious sect than Assad’s people. Does that mean it's a religious war?


So we have an atrocity committed by someone, perhaps Assad, avenged by Trump by blowing up some buildings on an airfield being used by one side in what might be called a religious war.  Trump, the one offended by the death of the children, isn't he the one trying to block other Syrian children from coming to the U.S. for help?  And how is it that our military chose not to take out Assad’s planes that were sitting on the runway or even the runways themselves.  The runway was in use the next day.  Raytheon which made the $60 million dollars worth of missiles had a good day in the stock market.  Cuts in Meals on Wheels for the elderly proposed by the Republicans should cover most of this cost.  And Rex Tillerson is off to see his Russians buddies this week.  

Theater.  Sound bites. Nonsense.  Do you have doubts?

Sunday, April 02, 2017

Who is your god?

My god is life, all life.  I am amazed by it, I worship it, I celebrate it.  


By extension, I am amazed that I exist, that you exist.  I think it is wonderful we are both here, here now in this moment.  I am.  I am, there is nothing more profound or more baffling in the Universe.


And I hear you saying, I am.  I’m glad to encounter you on your journey.  Isn’t it strange that we are making contact at this moment, at this place in the cosmos.  How wonderful.  But, you see, I don’t know that you exist, but I believe it.  I take it as my first act of faith that this is not all a dream.  This act of faith is the foundation of my religion.


My dog here by my side says “I am”.   I can feel his spirit, and it is no less than yours or mine.  I consider his life as sacred in my religion.  Green spring buds are emerging from the tree overhanging my pond.  Baby Koi and goldfish will soon join the tadpoles that have appeared from seemingly nowhere, as they do every year about now.  It is all amazing and important.  I am so lucky to be apart of it all.


The children of the earth are like my children, and my parents, each exploring this wonderful universe they have been dropped into.  They experience life like we do with both positive and negative stimulation, joy and pain, love and fear.  


I can approach this life and attempt to understand it rationally, but it is not rational that we are even here.  It just is, it seems.  We are here.  Wow.  Or, we can feel it, absorb it, immerse ourselves in the life that engulfs us, that swirls into our lungs and being even if we resist.  


Look out and about at our fellow children of life.  What else could be more worthy of worship and respect.  I don’t know another word to use, and despite all the negative connotations,  I don’t know what could be greater than this sea of life I am immersed in, what could deserve to be called god more than this miracle of being.

Roe

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