Month: February 2005 (Page 1 of 2)

Pharisee Nation

http://www.commondreams.org/views05/0215-21.htm

Excerpt:

We have become a culture of Pharisees. Instead of practicing an authentic spirituality of compassion, nonviolence, love and peace, we as a collective people have become self-righteous, arrogant, powerful, murderous hypocrites who dominate and kill others in the name of God. The Pharisees supported the brutal Roman rulers and soldiers, and lived off the comforts of the empire by running an elaborate banking system which charged an exorbitant fee for ordinary people just to worship God in the Temple. Since they taught that God was present only in the Temple, they were able to control the entire population. If anyone opposed their power or violated their law, the Pharisees could kill them on the spot, even in the holy sanctuary.

Most North American Christians are now becoming more and more like these hypocritical Pharisees. We side with the rulers, the bankers, and the corporate millionaires and billionaires. We run the Pentagon, bless the bombing raids, support executions, make nuclear weapons and seek global domination for America as if that was what the nonviolent Jesus wants. And we dismiss anyone who disagrees with us.

We have become a mean, vicious people, what the bible calls “stiff-necked people.” And we do it all with the mistaken belief that we have the blessing of God.

Go. Read. S’good.

Wireless Network

So last Sunday we were over at Paul’s sister’s house for February Sizer Birthday day; Paul’s dad, his sister Karen, and his Brother-in-law Brian were all celebrating. Karen and Brian now have three daughters under the age of eight, and they decided to call it quits on having any more kids. Brian took the appropriate action, and now he’s healed up enough that he can laugh about the situation:

Brian: Yeah, everything’s different since Jimmy went wireless.

Karen: He still has roaming penalties, though.

Brian: Technically, it’s a handheld wireless.

Nancy: How many minutes do you have in your package, Brian?

Karen: Actually, the plan that I signed up for has unlimited nights and weekends.

Fortunately, no one asked if it could take photos.

Speak to me of good things.

So, at the end of the first big push of Odious Tasks Day, I decided to reward myself with a nice walk at sunset and a storebought coffee. It was a beautiful evening and I was sad at having spent the whole day inside. The sun was going down and coloring the snowy street in beautiful pinks, blues and golds. All was right with the world.

Then I rounded a corner a block from my house and saw some guy reaching inside a parked car, across the driver’s seat, to pummel someone in the passenger seat. There was a third someone in the backseat. I don’t know exactly what happened or why — it happened so quickly, and literally right in front of my face.

I had no idea what to do. I had no cellphone, I was unarmed. The guy slammed the door as hard as he could and strode off into his house, yelling. The passenger — I was unable to see gender — slumped down into the seat. The backseat passenger and the frontseat passenger were talking animatedly, making hand motions to one another in conversation.

There was someone else there. Should I say something? Did the guy actually hit the person or just the headrest? I couldn’t see. What was going on? Should I go ask them if they wanted me to call the cops? I didn’t hear screaming, or crying —

The two passengers kept talking.

I …

I walked on.

I didn’t know what to do.

I got my coffee, feeling like one of the thirty-eight people watching Kitty Genovese die.

I walked past the same house on my way home. Two guys — both dressed nearly identically, both fitting the description of the guy doing the slugging — were milling around the same car. I stopped, watching, making sure no one else got hit. No one did. They noticed me watching; I tried to look like I was going somewhere. Someone got into the driver’s seat. The car started, and someone stood there talking to the driver. I couldn’t — strike that — didn’t want to get close enough to check the car for passengers.

I walked on.

Should I have called the cops?

I don’t know. I didn’t have the presence of mind to get the license number, didn’t think to get the house number.

I spend so much time mewed up in the house here that I rarely interact with my community. I work 9-10 hours inside at work, then usually head upstairs by 8pm to do another 4-5 hours work on the book or other freelance projects. I exist in a happy little bubble of my house, my friends, the pub, the library and the local shops.

I talked to my friend Becky about this. Becky is one of the finest people I know, and a shining beacon of humanity. “Think of your own safety first,” said Becky. “Don’t get involved directly– if the guy was unstable enough to be hitting things and slamming doors, he might be unstable enough to hurt you, too. Call the cops on your cellphone. ”

I don’t have a cellphone.

I’m thinking of getting a cellphone.

Virus, stop clutching your chest.

In the last six months or so, I’ve had several instances to make me question the inherent decency of my fellow human beings. My friends are the kindest, most loving people in the world, and they’re a thick insulating blanket around my heart. But moments like these…

… Compounded with all the scary, scary, scary stuff going on in the world right now, I’m feeling very weak and frightened right now.

Speak to me of good things. Help me get over this. Remind me, my good friends, why I am a person of love and compassion. Help me not let the bastards get me down.

Becky, lemme say it again publicly: You are one of the lights that I follow. Keep lighting candles. We see them. Help me light mine again; it’s foundering right now. It’ll be fine soon, I’m sure, but right now, the wind’s got it.

Odious Tasks Day

I hate doing taxes. Earlier this year I spent a full Saturday and most of a week of evenings getting all my tax records together so that I wouldn’t just hand the poor guy a boxful of receipts. So today we had an appointment to meet with our accountant, and knowing how much I was looking forward to it, I decided to take one of my floating holidays and take care of a lot of looming junk around the house, junk that I was Not Looking Forward To Doing. Stuff I had been putting off.

It went pretty well. I got done most of what I set out to do. Here’s a partial list:

  • Sanded and finished touch-painting library
  • Hung Brenda’s quilt in library
  • Fixed lamp in library
  • Set up extra bookshelves in library
  • Hung bodhran and mando
  • moved three extra bookcases to the dining room, living room and bedroom closet
  • Added shelf to laundry room
  • Unboxed new mixer and cleared a home for it
  • Did dishes
  • Washed and blocked a load of wool sweaters
  • Finished XL sheets for the Accountant (extra stuff, lucky me)
  • Started work on my promotional trifold and new business cards

So yeah, a full day. Here’s a couple pix of the liberry to show how much got done:

Wavedance

I’ve been listening to Frank Muller read Stephen King’s Drawing of the Three on audiobook, and I swear to God, I’ve never heard one person give such an incredible dramatization of any story, ever. He’s amazing, filling each separate character with amazing life and individuality.

So I went and looked him up on line to see what other books he’d read (tons, actually) and found that in November 2001, Frank was caught in a horrific motorcycle accident that ended his career. He’s wheelchair-bound, probably for the rest of his life, and needs constant help to meet his daily needs. If you’re so inclined, the Wavedancer Foundation is a charitable foundation that helps Frank and other disabled actors and authors.

Shocking!

The house is very dry. The purple couch is very staticky. I’m wearing a nice wool-flannel shirt. Tonight, as I greeted Paul at the door, our kiss produced such a violent static shock that we both reeled back, clutching our lips in pain.

Liberry

We had a big Work On The House weekend this weekend. Paul and his dad rebuilt some CD shelves in Paul’s studio, and he spent the weekend re-sorting his couple-thousand CD collection. I finally got the Library (mostly) put to rights, by building a set of six on-the-wall, built-from-scratch bookshelves, all by myself, with no plans other than old-fashioned figgerin’. I even used a handsaw by myself and have all ten fingers left. Paul helped immensely by holding the completed shelves against the wall while I hand-drove the screws in; I now have a loverly blister right smack in the middle of my palm to prove it.

I also hung a big curtain-rod that we’re going to hang Brenda Haas’ beautiful wedding-gift-quilt from, as decoration over the hideabed sofa. (The fact that the sofa’s a hideabed technically makes the Liberry into a Guest Room.)

The shelves hold wayyyyy more than we thought; all our books with two whole empty shelves to spare. Now I’m kicking myself for purchasing a hundred-dollar bookcase that I just plain won’t use– bought it a couple months ago before I realized that built-in bookshelves would be the best way to go. Grr. Still, I can probably sell it.

Now we just need a big ol’ area rug for the middle of the room, and a nice light-fixture. Yay! Pictures soon, after I get the spackled holes in the walls re-painted and the quilt hung.

Bill Moyers – Tomorrow Never Comes

Taken from startribune.com

Bill Moyers: There is no tomorrow

Published January 30, 2005

One of the biggest changes in politics in my lifetime is that the delusional is no longer marginal. It has come in from the fringe, to sit in the seat of power in the Oval Office and in Congress. For the first time in our history, ideology and theology hold a monopoly of power in Washington.

Theology asserts propositions that cannot be proven true; ideologues hold stoutly to a worldview despite being contradicted by what is generally accepted as reality. When ideology and theology couple, their offspring are not always bad but they are always blind. And there is the danger: voters and politicians alike, oblivious to the facts.

Remember James Watt, President Ronald Reagan’s first secretary of the interior? My favorite online environmental journal, the ever-engaging Grist, reminded us recently of how James Watt told the U.S. Congress that protecting natural resources was unimportant in light of the imminent return of Jesus Christ. In public testimony he said, “after the last tree is felled, Christ will come back.”

Beltway elites snickered. The press corps didn’t know what he was talking about. But James Watt was serious. So were his compatriots out across the country. They are the people who believe the Bible is literally true — one-third of the American electorate, if a recent Gallup poll is accurate. In this past election several million good and decent citizens went to the polls believing in the rapture index.

That’s right — the rapture index. Google it and you will find that the best-selling books in America today are the 12 volumes of the “Left Behind” series written by the Christian fundamentalist and religious-right warrior Timothy LaHaye. These true believers subscribe to a fantastical theology concocted in the 19th century by a couple of immigrant preachers who took disparate passages from the Bible and wove them into a narrative that has captivated the imagination of millions of Americans.

Its outline is rather simple, if bizarre (the British writer George Monbiot recently did a brilliant dissection of it and I am indebted to him for adding to my own understanding): Once Israel has occupied the rest of its “biblical lands,” legions of the antichrist will attack it, triggering a final showdown in the valley of Armageddon.

As the Jews who have not been converted are burned, the messiah will return for the rapture. True believers will be lifted out of their clothes and transported to Heaven, where, seated next to the right hand of God, they will watch their political and religious opponents suffer plagues of boils, sores, locusts and frogs during the several years of tribulation that follow.

I’m not making this up. Like Monbiot, I’ve read the literature. I’ve reported on these people, following some of them from Texas to the West Bank. They are sincere, serious and polite as they tell you they feel called to help bring the rapture on as fulfillment of biblical prophecy. That’s why they have declared solidarity with Israel and the Jewish settlements and backed up their support with money and volunteers. It’s why the invasion of Iraq for them was a warm-up act, predicted in the Book of Revelations where four angels “which are bound in the great river Euphrates will be released to slay the third part of man.” A war with Islam in the Middle East is not something to be feared but welcomed — an essential conflagration on the road to redemption. The last time I Googled it, the rapture index stood at 144 — just one point below the critical threshold when the whole thing will blow, the son of God will return, the righteous will enter Heaven and sinners will be condemned to eternal hellfire.

So what does this mean for public policy and the environment? Go to Grist to read a remarkable work of reporting by the journalist Glenn Scherer — “The Road to Environmental Apocalypse.” Read it and you will see how millions of Christian fundamentalists may believe that environmental destruction is not only to be disregarded but actually welcomed — even hastened — as a sign of the coming apocalypse.

As Grist makes clear, we’re not talking about a handful of fringe lawmakers who hold or are beholden to these beliefs. Nearly half the U.S. Congress before the recent election — 231 legislators in total and more since the election — are backed by the religious right.

Forty-five senators and 186 members of the 108th Congress earned 80 to 100 percent approval ratings from the three most influential Christian right advocacy groups. They include Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist, Assistant Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, Conference Chair Rick Santorum of Pennsylvania, Policy Chair Jon Kyl of Arizona, House Speaker Dennis Hastert and Majority Whip Roy Blunt. The only Democrat to score 100 percent with the Christian coalition was Sen. Zell Miller of Georgia, who recently quoted from the biblical book of Amos on the Senate floor: “The days will come, sayeth the Lord God, that I will send a famine in the land.” He seemed to be relishing the thought.

And why not? There’s a constituency for it. A 2002 Time-CNN poll found that 59 percent of Americans believe that the prophecies found in the book of Revelations are going to come true. Nearly one-quarter think the Bible predicted the 9/11 attacks. Drive across the country with your radio tuned to the more than 1,600 Christian radio stations, or in the motel turn on some of the 250 Christian TV stations, and you can hear some of this end-time gospel. And you will come to understand why people under the spell of such potent prophecies cannot be expected, as Grist puts it, “to worry about the environment. Why care about the earth, when the droughts, floods, famine and pestilence brought by ecological collapse are signs of the apocalypse foretold in the Bible? Why care about global climate change when you and yours will be rescued in the rapture? And why care about converting from oil to solar when the same God who performed the miracle of the loaves and fishes can whip up a few billion barrels of light crude with a word?”

Because these people believe that until Christ does return, the Lord will provide. One of their texts is a high school history book, “America’s Providential History.” You’ll find there these words: “The secular or socialist has a limited-resource mentality and views the world as a pie … that needs to be cut up so everyone can get a piece.” However, “[t]he Christian knows that the potential in God is unlimited and that there is no shortage of resources in God’s earth … while many secularists view the world as overpopulated, Christians know that God has made the earth sufficiently large with plenty of resources to accommodate all of the people.”

No wonder Karl Rove goes around the White House whistling that militant hymn, “Onward Christian Soldiers.” He turned out millions of the foot soldiers on Nov. 2, including many who have made the apocalypse a powerful driving force in modern American politics.

It is hard for the journalist to report a story like this with any credibility. So let me put it on a personal level. I myself don’t know how to be in this world without expecting a confident future and getting up every morning to do what I can to bring it about. So I have always been an optimist. Now, however, I think of my friend on Wall Street whom I once asked: “What do you think of the market?”I’m optimistic,” he answered. “Then why do you look so worried?” And he answered: “Because I am not sure my optimism is justified.”

I’m not, either. Once upon a time I agreed with Eric Chivian and the Center for Health and the Global Environment that people will protect the natural environment when they realize its importance to their health and to the health and lives of their children. Now I am not so sure. It’s not that I don’t want to believe that — it’s just that I read the news and connect the dots.

I read that the administrator of the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency has declared the election a mandate for President Bush on the environment. This for an administration:

• That wants to rewrite the Clean Air Act, the Clean Water Act and the Endangered Species Act protecting rare plant and animal species and their habitats, as well as the National Environmental Policy Act, which requires the government to judge beforehand whether actions might damage natural resources.

• That wants to relax pollution limits for ozone; eliminate vehicle tailpipe inspections, and ease pollution standards for cars, sport-utility vehicles and diesel-powered big trucks and heavy equipment.

• That wants a new international audit law to allow corporations to keep certain information about environmental problems secret from the public.

• That wants to drop all its new-source review suits against polluting, coal-fired power plants and weaken consent decrees reached earlier with coal companies.

• That wants to open the Arctic [National] Wildlife Refuge to drilling and increase drilling in Padre Island National Seashore, the longest stretch of undeveloped barrier island in the world and the last great coastal wild land in America.

I read the news just this week and learned how the Environmental Protection Agency had planned to spend $9 million — $2 million of it from the administration’s friends at the American Chemistry Council — to pay poor families to continue to use pesticides in their homes. These pesticides have been linked to neurological damage in children, but instead of ordering an end to their use, the government and the industry were going to offer the families $970 each, as well as a camcorder and children’s clothing, to serve as guinea pigs for the study.

I read all this in the news.

I read the news just last night and learned that the administration’s friends at the International Policy Network, which is supported by Exxon Mobil and others of like mind, have issued a new report that climate change is “a myth, sea levels are not rising” [and] scientists who believe catastrophe is possible are “an embarrassment.”

I not only read the news but the fine print of the recent appropriations bill passed by Congress, with the obscure (and obscene) riders attached to it: a clause removing all endangered species protections from pesticides; language prohibiting judicial review for a forest in Oregon; a waiver of environmental review for grazing permits on public lands; a rider pressed by developers to weaken protection for crucial habitats in California.

I read all this and look up at the pictures on my desk, next to the computer — pictures of my grandchildren. I see the future looking back at me from those photographs and I say, “Father, forgive us, for we know not what we do.” And then I am stopped short by the thought: “That’s not right. We do know what we are doing. We are stealing their future. Betraying their trust. Despoiling their world.”

And I ask myself: Why? Is it because we don’t care? Because we are greedy? Because we have lost our capacity for outrage, our ability to sustain indignation at injustice?

What has happened to our moral imagination?

On the heath Lear asks Gloucester: “How do you see the world?” And Gloucester, who is blind, answers: “I see it feelingly.'”

I see it feelingly.

The news is not good these days. I can tell you, though, that as a journalist I know the news is never the end of the story. The news can be the truth that sets us free — not only to feel but to fight for the future we want. And the will to fight is the antidote to despair, the cure for cynicism, and the answer to those faces looking back at me from those photographs on my desk. What we need is what the ancient Israelites called hochma — the science of the heart … the capacity to see, to feel and then to act as if the future depended on you.

Believe me, it does.

Bill Moyers was host until recently of the weekly public affairs series “NOW with Bill Moyers” on PBS. This article is adapted from AlterNet, where it first appeared. The text is taken from Moyers’ remarks upon receiving the Global Environmental Citizen Award from the Center for Health and the Global Environment at Harvard Medical School.

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