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Burningbird Writing

Paths: The Book of Colors

Sometimes when I write, I’m trying to communicate – to start a conversation between you and me. Hopefully when I write these types of postings I build in ‘hooks’ that you, the reader, can respond to. Sometimes this works. Sometimes this doesn’t. Such is the life of a writer online.

Other times, though, I write something else. Something that is both more intimate and more personal. This writing might generate conversation, but that’s not the intent. This type of writing I do for me, though I enjoy sharing it with you, curious reader.

I started an online book for these writings, which I hesitate to call ‘postings’ because they’re stories, really. Stories, essays, journal entries, what have you. The book is called “Paths: The Book of Colors”, and it’s not really a book as you might know ‘book’; there is no true beginning, and no true end, other than those stories that describe beginnings and endings.

The book is really nothing more than simple stories about simple things, but it’s important to me.

Work on Paths is an ongoing effort, and currently contains some stories you’ve had a chance to read here at Burningbird. Well, ‘you’ is relative because some of these stories are older, and you may be newly come to this particularly neighborhood. Or you might have skipped these particular stories the day I published them. You might have been in a mood, and the story may not have met your mood. Or perhaps there were too many words and you were rushed. I hope you didn’t skip it because the writing wasn’t included within an RSS form.

Regardless, I hope you take a moment and glance through the book, even if it’s to tell me if you like the design.

I will be adding new stories from time to time until all the colors have been filled in and the book is complete. I’ll let you know when I add a new story. You’ll know when it’s complete.

The stories are unedited, though I have tried to spellcheck them. They’ll be full of flaws and fractures and broken and scratched grammar. But then, I’m writing about life, which can also be full of flaws and fractures, breaks and scratches. This is my gentle way of saying, yes, I am aware that the writing may be ‘bad’ and no, I’m not interested in editorial advice. I have worked on 14 technical books since 1996, all of which passed through a period of editorial advice – Paths is mine, good writing, bad writing, and all.

I hope you enjoy the book, and that you find the pages to be pretty. Most of all, I hope the stories included give you a moment’s peace in these difficult times. I know that writing them has helped me.

Paths: The Book of Colors

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Political

World threat?

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

This is my last posting on Iraq. I cannot effect change with this weblog. The only change I can effect is on the street and in the ballot, though with the complacent smugness and arrogance of the American people, I doubt I will ever be able to effect change. As for elections, I have little faith in the electoral process after the election of Bush.

I don’t know how to make a difference in this country now.

I watched the bombing of Iraq today. Worse, I listened to the bombing of Iraq today. I watched the so-called journalists mouth the words given to them by the US government, spending all their time focusing on the flag and the yellow ribbons back home. They’re so sold on Bush and the invasion that I feel I have walked into my worst science fiction scenario – group think and group speak from journalists more concerned about their ratings then the story.

(Hmmm. Sounds like some webloggers I know.)

As for the UN, and the Secretary General of the UN, Annan – I agree with the Iraqi ambassador to the UN today, Annan should resign. Rather than condemn the United States, Annan basically says, well the past is past, let’s move on. If he is afraid of the US, he should quit, and go home. It would seem that the only ones with any guts left are Russia, France, Germany, and those others that have not been bought out or scared into compliance by the US and Britain.

Today’s best Irony: The US tells Turkey not to invade into North Iraq. They do so anyway. Who is the US to say to one country or another that they can or cannot invade? We’re the ultimate thief in the night.

The two worst scenarios for the US in this battle with Iraq is that the war is too hard, or the war is too easy. Too hard, and you risk too many civilian deaths, as well as deaths of US and British soldiers. This will anger the world and the folks back home. However, too easy a victory, and the US has basically proven that Iraq is not a threat, and never had the capability of being an imminent danger to the US or any of its allies.

Regardless of whatever we call this battle, this “Iraqi Freedom” campaign, we justified our invasion on Iraqi’s non-compliance with exposing weapons of mass destruction. If the only ones that surface are the pathetically useless missles that have been fired, no matter how light the casualities the world will be angered at the “American bully”. If not, and thousands of civilians are killed, the world will still be angered. And we’ll be sitting in control of a country right in the middle of a community that will see us as an aggressor only biding time until we invade their countries, too.

We’ve seen American reports from the battlefield, but the rest of the world hears reports such as this from the Sydney Morning Herald. Reports of dropping napalm on an Iraqi observation post, and “bodies everywhere” – especially since the US has been careful not to give an Iraqi soldier body count – are only going to fuel the anger against us.

Yet, rather than work with the international community to diffuse this anger, we continue making enormous blunders.

The US expelled Iraq diplomats yesterday, giving them an ultimatum: defect or face the consequences when we enter Baghdad. The US also demanded yesterday that other countries expel Iraqi diplomats, so that, according to the Boucher from the State Department:

Once an interim new government takes over in Baghdad, it will name diplomats who “truly represent the interests of the Iraqi people, rather than represent a corrupt and ruthless regime”.

We have no justification based in international law to make these demands, and to make these determinations for another country. It was highly inappropriate of us to ask that Iraqi diplomats be expelled from other countries, particularly those not involved in this military operation. It is especially inappropriate to make these assertions now, on behalf of the ‘interim’ government, when we know that this government will be controlled by the US military.

In addition, we have no justification to make demands for all Iraqi assets, supposedly to be held in trust by us for the Iraqi people. According to this article:

(Treasury Secretary) Snow said his department could “take countermeasures and sanctions against any institution that does not comply with these international objectives, including cutting off access to the U.S. financial system.”

All of this courtesy of that abysmal Patriot Act our Congress was so foolish to pass. All assetts are to be wired to the Federal Reserve in New York for safekeeping. A question then arises – why not have the money wired to a trust fund managed by the UN, rather than a US bank? What happened to Tony Blair’s promised UN Trust Fund?

Today’s second irony: all of this so-called ‘blood money’ that we’re so eager to freeze was money paid to Iraq and Saddam Hussein for oil by American and British oil companies. By companies such as BP and Chevron.

These actions only add to the growing distrust of this country and its motives. When one considers that the only companies being allowed to bid on the so-called rebuilding of Iraq are American firms, including our old friend Halliburton, what is the story we’re telling the world? Well whatever it is, it’s a story that the American people seem to be incapable of hearing.

You cannot speak out in this country, now. If you do, you’re considered unpatriotic, and a traitor. Worse, and this is insidious, if you speak out, you’re letting down the soldiers. And to make this point, the news focused tonight on the families of the dead soldiers, playing their recorded words against a backdrop of the bombing of Baghdad.

A survey taken in St. Louis reported that 22% of the respondents feel we have no right to question the war now. 56% said it’s okay to question the war, but only 23% believes it’s okay to protest the war.

Well, with all due respect St. Louis, to hell with you. Don’t you all have an arch to polish or something?

Today the President’s outrageous and fiscally irresponsible tax cut was passed in Congress. This during a war, and this with the worst projected deficit in US history. Do you know why Congress passed it, other than having no courage? Because they have been assured that the Iraqi assets will be used to pay for this war and the aftermath. Does this sound familiar? Think back: when was the last time you heard of a powerful country invading a less powerful one, and then taking their assets to pay for the invasion?

France came out today and said that the US and Britain should not be allowed to help re-build Iraq, since we’re the one responsible for much of its destruction. If we didn’t have intentions of profiting from this war, we would bow out, and gladly. But after the last few days, I no longer have any faith in the government. We are true thiefs in the night.

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Political

The normalcy

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

I wasn’t surprised to hear about the bombing of Baghdad, or even that the first strike was light, and specific. With the whole world watching, waiting to condemn, the US was not going to go in and drop 2000 missiles all at once on Baghdad. In prime time news hour no less. Besides, what did one former general say last night on TV? Something along the lines of, “We can’t use all our missiles in this conflict. We have to save some for the next war.”

What did surprise me was the live video shots of Baghdad just after day break. The city had just been bombed, the people awoken by the sounds of anti-aircraft guns, the war has started – but here was a street with cars on it, street lights changing green to red, and the cars were obeying the lights. They were using their signals and signaling turns. It was all so normal. The picture looked like it could be a live shot of St. Louis.

A reporter with a US Army unit that will be one of the first to enter Iraq reported on the activity of the soldiers just after news came of the start of the war. He was struck by the normalcy of the camp: one man was using a truck mirror to shave, another was doing pushups, others chatting quietly, heading into breakfast. There was no visible indication that the war had started among those who would be the first to fight it on the ground.

It’s interesting reading the weblogs this morning. Many have written that they won’t write about the war in their weblogs. Others won’t even mention it and carry on as if the war hasn’t happened. Some of the warbloggers I gather went out and bought new coffee pots so they could weblog the body count all night long.

For the first time last night, on NBC news, the word ‘weblog’ was used, when they interviewed the creator of MovedOn and the author of Smart Mobs about the difference the online community has made on the anti-war movement. We’re in the big time now, boys and girls. Time to clean up your act, and put away the cat pictures. The world is watching, waiting for us to Make a Difference.

The war has started. Everything is different now.

Still, there’s that picture in my mind of the Iraqi driver, stopping at the stop light, using his turn signal, checking carefully before taking a free right. At that moment, I really liked the people of Baghdad. Still do.

DD asks in my comments as he asks before, demands to know really: is there any circumstances in which I would support a war. I have answered, but not in a way that DD understands, apparently. I have a feeling I’m going to continue to frustrate him, because I’m going to continue to give the same answer, and in the same manner.

The war has started, but life goes on.

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Political

Not a moment’s peace

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

With the President’s speech Monday night and the ultimatum, which we know is only a prelude to war, it’s tempting to feel that we’ve failed in our efforts to find a peaceful solution to the Iraqi conflict. All day Monday, I felt dragged down by the knowledge that we’ll most likely invade Iraq within a few days. I felt I had failed. Not me as one of a number of American citizens, but me personally.

I went for a ride to get my car washed and ended up on the freeways and in the back country of the Ozarks not even sure where I was, so caught up was I in this personal sense of failure. Time to blow out the candles, put away the signs. What purpose the fight for peace when we face certain war?

But Monday night, as so many of my virtual neighbors were quiet, I went out to the more well known warblogger sites. I was curious to see their reaction to the President’s speech. Would there be rejoicing? Would they be as quiet? One site I I went to was Little Green Footballs and read this web site’s coverage of Rachel Corey’s death.

Regardless of whether you think Rachel was a foolish young woman or a brave soldier of faith, her death should be worth more than ridicule and disdain. What did one person say, in response to hearing that Rachel burned a mock flag? “Thankfully, the tractor was not mock.”

Yes, thankfully this 23 year old idealistic woman is dead, because a photo showed her at a demonstration, burning a mock American flag. As the LGF crew said, that will teach her for ‘lack of support for freedom’.

(Note to self: go out and buy 365 paper American Flags. Burn one per day, starting tomorrow.)

Thank you, the small, the petty, the frightened, the ignorant, the hate filled, the bigoted, the self-serving, and the racist that take such delight in bathing their hands in the blood of the ‘enemy’. Thank you for pulling me out of my funk, and giving me new purpose again. After all, if we give up the fight now, the only voices that will be heard will be yours – and that would be another tragedy.

No, now is not the time to give up. In fact, it’s more critical then ever that we keep the peace movement going, if for no other reason then to let Bush know that we are watching him.

Every time a missle hits a civilian target, we must shout out the news, so that Bush knows we are watching him. For every soldier who gives up their life, for every Iraqi civilian, blaze the number of dead in the sky so that Bush knows we are watching him.

Every time civil rights are abrogated in this country in the name of ‘war’, we must point a finger and cry ‘Shame!’ so that Bush knows we are watching him.

And especially, when this ‘war’ is over, if we can call this mockery a ‘war’, we must let Bush and Halliburton and all of those who seek to capitalize on the suffering of the Iraqi people that we are watching them.

Yes, it’s time to blow out the candles; time, instead, to light a blow torch bright enough to be seen in Washington DC. Yes, it’s time to put away the signs, because they’re too small. Let’s write a sign that the President can’t miss. One that he sees first thing in the morning when he gets up, and last thing in the evening before going to bed.

As the President and his cabinet and the Congress have chosen not to give the world peace, we’ll do the same. Now more than ever, we need to watch and speak out and disbelieve and yell and protest and demonstrate and let the President of the United States and those who would profit from this war know, we are watching them.

President Bush has spoken, “No peace!” So be it. No peace. Not a moment’s peace will be given until this battle is over, and until we leave that region, and give the Iraqi people true peace.

More:

bumr.net Lose few Troops
bumr.net Which definition of accident?
Full text of Robin Cook resignation speech
Scott Rosenberg’s Eve of Destruction
Kevin Sites weblog

The organization Instead of War in St. Louis is planning an all night wake the first night bombs are released on Iraq.

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Just Shelley

Wind chimes and pussy willows

My roommate hung wind chimes this last weekend, just in time for some of the windier storms we’ve had this week. I keep my window in my upstairs bedroom/office cracked a bit so that I can hear their gentle sound, interspersed with the songs of the cardinals, finches, and occasional red-winged blackbird. The geese have been migrating north, and it’s a real treat to watch a few flying past my window, honking, looking for a place to set down for the evening.

New leaves are peeking out of the furry buds of my favorite bird and squirrel tree, a pussy willow that’s across the street and in good view of my window.

Do you know the legend of the pussy willow tree? There are variations but the central theme is that a group of kittens were tossed into or fell into a river and started drowning. The mother cat ran to the riverbank and began to cry for her lost babies. The willows on the shores of the river felt pity for her, so they dropped their branches low enough to touch the water and scooped the tiny little kittens to safety.

According to legend, the spirits of the kittens so saved became transformed as tiny, furry buds, appearing on the willow tree every spring — a gift to the willows for their kindness.