to Hope: my love

I can hold out with the best of them, and I still like romantic movies. But when faced with a wall, I can not, no matter how mighty I may feel, walk through. IT is a strange time indeed when these walls of economy, industry, and war stand so boldly before us yet we seem to think we can walk right through them. A fairy tale that has the protagonist closing their eyes as the witch steals the babies, saying "what I can;t see doesn't hurt me". This is the tale of our culture.

Tolstoy said something like this: The fall of America will be due to the cowardice of her people;too afraid to do anything about it. Obama is casually stepping into a new war and paying his billion dollar tribute to the ruthlessness of American Capitalism you know, "change your can believe in". Where did the Nazis go? When you scan the field in search of the imperialistic force that crushes its tiny foes and paints their flags its own color, and you don't see it, you need a mirror instead of a television. What we've become is a classic junkie, high on comfort and drunk with violence. We can not be serious when we cry for change, and go to work for oil companies and war machines. Make no mistake, you work for war. IF there was one thing I learned in the military it is every one counts, and it all adds up to war.

Whether you pull the trigger, or buy the bullet, we are the reason there is on-going war, corruption, and dwindling resources, like water for instance. Do you know about the concept of "recycled water"? Its gaining popularity in the west. Do all of us even know whats going on in the Western United States in regards of water? In short, there isn't enough for drinking, and the lawns are still green under the dry desert sun . Why does this matter to the east? Where do you think people will go when there is no more water out west? There is a funny thing about exponential curves, once the balance begins to tip, in the next breath its far gone.

Think about the questions. Then think beyond the answers.