[Anyone] The WAR

[Thos Myers]

Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2007 00:13:53 +0000 (GMT)
From: Thos Myers <totem at laplaza.org>
To: kwalz at albjournal.com
Subject: The WAR




Dear editor:
bushco has the wars: Afghanistan, Iraq, Colombia (that ole pesky "war" on
Drugs, which is actually a war on people who choose to smoke some pot and
do a little cocaine, but not really solving any problem), and the war for
oil in Iraq is costing the US taxpayer (that's you) billions of dollars.
(http://www.sipri.org/contents/milap/milex/mex_trends.html)
Last year the US spent close to 1200 BILLION dollars on murder/death/kill
(war and all its evil consequences, including but not limited to the
killing of children, old people, sick people -
(http://www.iraqbodycount.org/index.php)the collateral damage of
our relentless and well hidden bombing campaigns, and the well
financed and US sustained war in Israel/Palestine.  Seems difficult to
remember all the bloody wars and conflicts this once great country is
involved with save for the media, which keeps us  informed and
knowmedgeable about these serious issues facing all of us today.
Particularly as more and more Americans, including the immigrants from the
south who are offered citizenship if they serve in the military, come home
DEAD and WOUNDED.

Except for the Albuquerque Journal, which finds news about the wars and
the American DEAD and WOUNDED not worthy of its pages because there is no
room because of the important news about Lindsey Lohan, Brittany Spears,
Paris Hilton and other no talent twitless twenty-something airhead chicks.

As you have stated before, you think that this is what your readers want.

If you were to report the true casualties of bushco's wars then Americans
would have to come to terms with our lifestyles and our greed: we use 40%
of the world's resources.  Hummers get 14 mpg and those and other gas hogs
are one of the primary reasons bushco is spending our youth on its wars
for oil and military domination of the mid-east.

Americans remain dumb-downed and stupid because the fourth estate
(remember the Fourth Estate?) isn't doing its job which is to report on real issues,
not the Hollywood twits who have nothing to offer save for another few
weeks in rehab.  That is not news.  That's for gossip and tabloids. It
might be news if they signed up and went to serve in Tikrit along with the
bushco children: the twins, cheney's lesbian daughter, and all the other
chickenhawk military service dodgers emulating their draft dodging
parents. cheney admits to having other things to do while dodging service
in Viet Nam.

I suggest you watch "Tell The Truth and Run: the Story of George Seldes".
It's about  the 20th century through the eyes of George Seldes, a
REPORTER for close to 80 years.  Yes, 80 years.  He started early and
lived a long, long time.

As a friend  writes:

"Six, count them.

Six brave U.S. soldiers paid the ultimate price during the last three
days, yet the Journal gave no coverage to their sacrifice.

None!

The J did, however, manage to print large articles about Lindsay Lohan and
Britney Spears eachof the last two days. Truly, the J is trying to compete with the National
Enquirer.

Today^s J give one sentence to the near record breaking, MASSIVE SLAUGHTER
of 88 Iraqis, over 200 casualties, proving the futility of the catastrophe
in Iraq ^ giving the lie to a successful U.S. ^new strategy,^ so, of course the J ignored
it. How self-serving.

In the last two days, the J gave 7 paragraphs to the Attorney General
story while giving 24 paragraphs to Lohan and 20 to Spears."
Mark Twian writes:
It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in
arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism;
the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the
bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down
the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies, a fluttering
wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched
down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers
and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked
with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings
listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of
their hearts and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with
cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in
the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country and invoked
the God of Battles, beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpouring of
fervid eloquence which moved every listener.

It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits
that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its
righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for
their personal safety's sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended
no more in that way.

Sunday morning came next day the battalions would leave for the front; the
church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young faces alight
with martial dreams visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum,
the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the
tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender!

Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in
golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud,
happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and
brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag,
or, falling, to die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a
war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it
was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one
impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured
out that tremendous invocation: "God the allterrible! Thou who
ordainest,Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword."

Then came the "long" prayer. None could remember the like of it for
passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its
supplication was that an evermerciful and benignant Father of us all would
watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort and encourage them
in their patriotic work; bless them; shield them in the day of battle and
the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make them strong and
confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them to crush the foe,
grant to them and to their flag and coun try imperishable honor and glory

An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the
main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a
robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in
a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale
even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made
his silent way; without pausing he ascended to the preacher's side and
stood there waiting. With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his
presence, continued his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the
words uttered in fervent appeal, "Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O
Lord our God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!"

The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside which the
startled minister did and took his place. During some moments he surveyed
the spellbound audience with solemn eyes, in which burned an uncanny
light; then in a deep voice he said:

"I come from the Throne bearing a message from Almighty God." The words
smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no
attention.

"He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd, and will grant it
if such be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you
its import that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of
the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is
aware of except he pause and think. God's servant and yours has prayed his
prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two
one uttered, the other not. Both have reached the ear of Him who heareth
all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this keep it in
mind. If you would beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! Lest without
intent you invoke a curse upon a neighbor at the same time. If you pray
for the blessing of rain upon your crop which needs it, by that act you
are possibly praying for a curse upon some neighbor's crop which may not
need rain and can be injured by it. "You have heard your servant's prayer
the uttered part of it. I am commissioned of God to put into words the
other part of it that part which the pastor and also in your hearts
fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that
it was so! You have heard those words 'Grant us the victory, O Lord our
God.' That is sufficient. The whole of the uttered prayer is compact into
those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have
prayed for victory, you have prayed for many unmentioned results which
follow victory must follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the
listening spirit of God the Father fell also the unspoken part of the
prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen!"

"O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to
battle be Thou near them! With them, in spirit, we also go forth from the
sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God,
help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us
to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of the patriot dead;
help us to drown the thunder of their guns with the shrieks of their
wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a
hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their offending widows
with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little
children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags
and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy
winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for
the refuge of the grave and denied it "For our sakes who adore thee, Lord,
blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage,
make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white
snow with the blood of their wounded feet! "We ask it, in the spirit of
love, of Him who is the Source of Love, and Who is the Ever Faithful
Refuge and Friends of all who are sore beset and seeking His aid with
humble and contrite hearts. Amen."

(The old man paused). "Ye have prayed it; if you still desire it, speak!
The messenger of the Most High awaits."

* * * * * It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because
there was no sense in what he said.



Hoping you will wake up and serve New Mexico.
Thos Myers