Monday, June 20, 2011

World Refugee Day

Today is 20 June 2011.

World Refugee Day.

Sixty years ago, in 1951, the United Nations adopted the Convention Relating to the Status of Refugees.

In our times, it’s the conflicts of the major powers, which the latter play out upon the landscapes and bodies of the Second and Third Worlds, which create the preponderance of refugees. The USA and USSR in Afghanistan and Ethiopia and Somalia and Indochina, the USA in Central America, etc.

Refugees are a consequence and product of “Our Ways of Life”.

Enjoy your dinner. Most refugees probably won’t, thanks to us.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

In Memory

Today is Sunday, 19 June 2011.

Ethel and Julius, murdered this date in 1953 by foolish fear and antiSemitism.

Never forgotten.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Ron Paul's Ovens

Today is Saturday, 18 June 2011.

That Weiner guy is gross and a typical male chauvinist.

However, if he should be hounded from Congress, what about Ron Paul?

Weiner has a thing for his “package”.

Ron Paul is a professed anti-Semite, white supremacist, and homophobe, according to his published and signed publications.

Sure, NOW Ron Paul claims those publications, off which he coined cash, oh gosh, I hired someone else to write them and never read a word.

Now, THAT’S a package of crock.

And the Republican Party leadership has elevated Paul, Ronald Ernest, to Chairman of the House Financial Services Subcommittee on Domestic Monetary Policy, which deals with the Federal Reserve System, which latter, as every good anti-Semite knows, is the creation of “THE JEW” to control the American economy.

The whole point of anti-Semitism is the murder of every Jewish person, exterminating their “evil” from the earth.

Why does the Republican leadership endorse the leadership (might I insert “Fuhrer Principle” here?) of a man who wants to exterminate all Jewish humans?

Friday, June 17, 2011

In Memory: The Dead, and the Dead, and the Dead

Today is Friday, 17 June 2011.

On this date in 1972, the burglars were busted at the Watergate, and the downfall of Richard M. Nixon began.

What more can be said, after all we’ve known for all these years, of his crimes.

Had the standards of Nuremberg ‘46 been applied to Nixon, Kissinger, et al., they would have danced on a rope at the end of their days.

Ethically, I’m not down with that.

War criminals should rather be imprisoned for life, with a cam in their cells streaming 24/7 on the Net. Quick death is too much mercy: let them stew for years in the cesspool of themselves, enjoying the chant in their heads: “How the mighty have fallen”.

In memory of the dead, and the dead, and the dead.

Full disclosure. I’m a Nixon opponent from way back. In 1974, when The Dick made his last appearance on a college campus, delivering the commencement address at Oklahoma State University, yours truly organized the impeachment rallies and march. (A good time was had by all.)

When he rose to speak, we carried a large American flag out of the stadium. As I told the press: “We’re removing the flag, from the presence of the man who dishonoured it”.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

My Gay Marriage

Today is Wednesday, 16 June 2011.

We've all had other lives.
i'm proud to have officiated a gay marriage in the US.

It was October ’73, month of the Middle East War, which is why I can locate the date.I was Associate Director of the Wesley Foundation (a Methodist thing) in Stillwater, Oklahoma, and sort of a minister for peace and justice. Back in the day, some of us thought we could use religion for progressive purposes.

Didn’t work out.

Two sophomore women came to my office.“We hear you’re the radical minister. Will you marry us?”ME: “It won’t be legal, but if it's something between you in your hearts, it's good enough for me.”“Cool”.They were, gosh, Southern Baptists and devout. Perhaps The State refused them, but they believed that God did not.We wrote vows together, and they exchanged them beside Theta Pond on campus, on a beautiful autumn afternoon, with in attendance every queer who had the guts to be there, and a few straights.

Reception at the Foundation, I’d baked a shitload of pumpkin bread, and BYOB, and the party went far into the night.

I wish I could recall their names, and wonder where they are now. All honour to them, and their love.