"Doctor doctor, will I die?"
"Yes my child... and so will I."
It's true for you and me too. Meanwhile, let's find some meaning for ourselves, enjoy the beauty and do things that won't leave a mess for our kids and their kids.
The Bush regime is faltering - even domestically now. Americans who were afraid enough to hand him the rudder for years are seeing the rocks and shoals around their ship now (hey, I kept to one metaphor for the whole sentence...)
Amnesty International and many other organizations are ramping up the pressure to close the illegal detention centre in Guantanamo Bay. It's illegal by international law, illegal by US law and represents so much of what's wrong with the 'war on terror'. Hundreds of men (and boys) detained, secretly flown to Cuba and then kept indefinitely with no charges, no legal process (by any known standards) and lots of evidence of torture or as some in the administration call it 'robust interrogation'.
There is of course, extraordinary rendition (kidnap and removal) to other hidden prisons, but I'm focusing on Guantanamo today.
It's time. Time to write letters. Time to put on orange jump suits and yell at politicians. Time to wonder out loud about who might be charged with war crimes. Go here to do something now if you want to.
So bloody frustrating, and that's just from up here. I can't imagine what it means to actually have to deal with it. It's absolutely barbaric and backward and boneheaded. I'm beginning to froth a bit, I think I'll go write a letter. Thanks, Gary.
I live in Nelson BC Canada. I have one lovely Anna, two adult kids (in New York and Montreal), a small house in downtown Nelson, an interesting career as a consultant and lots of other interests, including working for human rights (through Amnesty International and Peace Brigades International mainly).