July 17, 2004

Democracy and Rage

Dear Harvey,   

Thanks for giving my voice an ear and a pair of eyes! Otherwise, I'd explode from the frustration of not being able to write daily due to my carpel tunnel. Funny you should write about the acupuncturist, after calling around I found one who will see me Friday. Yes, I'm in that much pain. Simon, how do you say Uncle [phonetically] in chinese? Yes, I'm willing to submit to the needles. The pain they'll inflict on me is probably less than what I'm experiencing now. 

About my handwritten letter, as you read it, remember that I'm mouthing off at the idiots that are trying to hold my city hostage by saying publicly that they will disrupt business and traffic in order to protest and have their views aired on TV, when and how they want to and not as the NYPD has negotiated.  

I need to say that I'm enraged over the threats these protesters are making. When our founding fathers put that little adjective ‘peacefulÂ’ in front of our right to assemble, they saw that right as an integral part of being a free citizen, to ensure the survival of our tenuous democracy [at that time]. Under British rule we were not allowed to exchange opinions or even discuss in public our differing views on any given topic, let alone be critical of the King and his representative.  

These protestors don't wish to engage in a discussion, they don't wish to educate the public by putting out position papers or informational flyers. Instead, they're main goal is to show "what a fascist society we live in, as a result of our Homeland Security policies and the Patriot Act".

How do they do that? By provoking the police through various subtle but systematic means. I've seen this done time and again in NYC, and then when the police have had enough and move in, they fight police. .  Anyone who's ever engaged in an act of civil disobedience knows that the police will tell you as they put their hands on you that you are "under arrest". If you resist, then you are choosing to do physical battle with the police and you become a potential threat not only to them, but to those around you, protestors and bystanders alike.

Anarchist organizations like, Love and Rage, teach protestors how to incite police action with methods of provocation, etc. Often they are staged and set up so that someone will video tape it. Indepundit's Citizen Smash has been a witness to this in the protests he covered a few months ago. He's now reporting on who actually is behind the violence at the democratic convention. Thanks for these reports Smash.  

The bottom line is that these tactics are meant to do nothing more than to disrupt and to portray our government and law enforcement officials as.... dare I say it - "The SS" [their words not mine]. This is NOT peaceful assembly, this is NOT an exchange or discussion of ideas, this is just a tactic "to try and push [the police's] buttons so that when the 30 sec. video comes on the news people WILL believe that the police have gone too far". The actions ARE their arguments.  

As far as I'm concerned, anyone who engages in duplicitous action, hostile or violent means, to express their views, or who puts the safety of innocent bystanders in danger through these means, do not deserve to be protesting in Times Square or across from Madison Square Garden. Let them assemble where they can be heard and seen without any danger or inconvenience to the general public. If you have problems with that, there are plenty of mainstream democratic means to have your opinions known, such as: petitions, letter writing, lobbying your representatives by paying them a visit, passing out flyers, attending your community board meetings to begin a movement on a grass roots level.  

People who don't participate in the political process don't have any right to come in at the eleventh hour to express their opinion in a way that threatens my safety or my civil liberties. If they wanted to express their disenchantment with either, our gov't, our political system and/or the way the business of this country is conducted, they should use more effective means to change public opinion, instead of disenfranchising citizens. If they want to be listened to they should go to the voting booths, not occassionally but regularly.  

To do otherwise means that you distinctly feel that the democratic process doesn't work; then the discussion becomes one about political ideology and not democracy!


[originally posted on blogspot on 7/28/04]

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July 16, 2004

A fun and sexy quiz

I've been bored and very frustrated over not being able to do much, including blogging, due to my ongoing battle with carpel tunnel. During my convalescing period I began to clean out the closets and began to re-read some of my old college notebooks. In one of them I came across a project I had to do for a Psychology class. The essence of the assignment was to develop a scientific survey where people would subconsciously reveal something about themselves without realizing it. Half of it is posted below.

I would love for you guys to keep me amused and out of trouble, by participating in this quasi-scientific experiment. Now in order for this to work online I need all your answers to be posted via the comments link. On Wednesday [change] IÂ’ll post the answers I originally gave on the quiz, along with the keys/answers to the questions. So come back so you can determine for yourselves how you faired in the quiz. This was a riot on campus when we did this and the most fun I had in getting an A+. Hope you have fun and thanks for playing.

1. What is your horoscope sign (either Chinese or astrological)?

2. If you could be any creature in the animal kingdom, which one would you be?
Now write down 2 adjectives to describe the qualities you like most about this animal

3. What is your favorite body of water (either by name or by indicating whether itÂ’s a pond, lake, river or ocean)?
Now write down 2 adjectives to describe the characteristics of it that you like the most.

4. If you could paint your favorite room any color, what color would it be?
Now write down 2 words to describe how that color makes you feel.

5. Now write down the first few words you can remember saying during a recent shocking or surprising event in your life?

[Originally posted in blogspot on 7-8-04]

Update 4-10-05: I will be posting the keys or answers to this quiz on my entry of 4-16-05. So please join in on the fun.

Update 7-11-04: If you're home this weekend and on the prowl for some laughs then please go visit my new dear adopted Blog Father, Harvey of Bad Example who has a really funny post on Glenn Reynolds' personal profile. It's the best medicine I've had all day! If you want to know about how I came into his family then go visit here and you'll get all the dirt. Thanks Bladdy [Blog daddy] for bringing me into your wonderful new family!

And now for some unrelated news: Happy Belated Birthday to Frank J. who has an award winning new weapon called S.M.I.T.E. This weapon is currenlty being reviewed by Cassandra Porter at the DOD for a grant (courtesy of moi in lieu of a present). From what I understand, Frank uses emerging technology that puts nanotechnology scientists to shame. Because of the advanced nature and complexity of this technology, Frank's provided really great schematics and graphics for non-technologists like me to learn and understand this new weapons system. It's really a very funny piece that is a must read!

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July 15, 2004

Moore dangerous than al-Zarqawi?

David Brooks, Op Ed columnist for the NY Times has been writing recently about the polarization of America. I agree with him on many points [imagine that, me agreeing with a conservative], especially with his statement that “To a large degree, polarization in America is a cultural consequence of the information age.”
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July 14, 2004

From the Shores of the Tigris River

Hi all,
I decided to post this interesting letter that was sent to Michele to counter the nasty anonymous letter she and Sgt. Hook received via email. I also thought it was nice that a soldier on leave, would decided to go to NYC, just because he wanted to see for himself where this war began. When Michele met with PFC Jon, she showed him pictures of the early days after 9/11, and took him around the area affected by the collapse of the towers, and how the lives of New Yorkers were affected. He was surprised to see the extent ot the damage up close and personal, much which is still under construction many years later.

Having only seen negative media reports on TV, he took Michele's advice to come to NY to see and learn for himself, what Americans really think of the war, and to see how biased the media really is. Well, he got the shock of his life on his last day here, after putting on his uniform and checking out of the hotel to go back to Iraq. Here's the letter he sent when he got back.

Melissa
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Dear Michele,

It was a true pleasure to finally meet you after months of receiving such uplifting correspondence from you.

Sorry I didn't write sooner, but I was busy as soon as I got back to the camp, telling as many soldiers as I could about my trip to NY and the incredible experiences I had.

I have to tell you something very heartwarming, which you told me would happen if I wore the uniform. When I was walking around in Times Square on my way to Port Authority to catch my bus to the airport, people, strangers were coming up to me, thanking me for what I was doing in Iraq. I could not go more than a few hundred feet without someone stopping me and thanking me. It was an experience I'll not soon forget.

It's actually one of the most amazing things that has ever happened to me in my short life. I now know that New Yorkers love their soldiers, I felt it with every handshake and hug. Please keep writing as I want to share your uplifting letters with the men in my platoon. While I was gone, they all missed your "messages from back home", they are what keeps us going day in an out. You are an incredible woman and one I will not soon forget.

Hope all is going well with you. Look forward to hearing from you.

PFC Jon


Friends,
We urge you to counter that negative message Sgt. Hook received, by supporting the following organizations in order to make a tangible POSITIVE difference in this world. They are: Books For Soldiers, and the USO.

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July 13, 2004

Letters from Baghdad

Hi y'all,
Below are 2 letters I recently received from 2 of my military correspondents. I was so touched by them, that I posted them lhere to share with others so you can get a sense for what our military is doing in Iraq & Afghanistan. more...

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July 12, 2004

J'accuse!

La vérité, je la dirai, car j'ai promis de la dire, si la justice, régulièrement saisie, ne la faisait pas, pleine et entière. Mon devoir est de parler, je ne veux pas être complice. Mes nuits seraient hantées par le spectre de l'innocent qui expie là-bas, dans la plus affreuse des tortures, un crime qu'il n'a pas commis.
- Open Letter from Emile Zola to the President of France published in L'Aurore Jan. 13, 1898

The truth, I will say it, for I promised to say it, if justice, uniformly seized, did not do it plainly and fully. My duty is to speak, I do not want to be an accomplice. My nights would be haunted by the ghost of the innocent one, that pays the price, in the most horrible of tortures, for a crime he did not commit.
- Open Letter from Emile Zola to the President of France published in L'Aurore Jan. 13, 1898 [translation my own]

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July 11, 2004

To My Fallen Friends

To: Mike, Jack, Tony, Larry, Amy, Rick & Nancy

My dear loved ones,

It's soon to be Memorial Day, our most favorite holiday. I know that I used to love Memorial Day because it ushered in our summer antics. Later, through Mike and Rick's stories, I grew to understand that Memorial Day was a day to honor and celebrate those who served our country and who lost their lives doing so. When thinking about this day during these past few weeks, I've experienced an ebb and flow of unrestrained emotion that has been a long time coming. And in the process of it all I've missed you all so much more these past 2 years.

It all started just over 2 months ago with Mike's birthday. For me, Mike's birthday always marks the round of subsequent birthdays, anniversaries or important milestones in our lives that we all celebrated. Now it's a reminder of what will not be. Sighhhhhhhh!

Every morning for the past few weeks on my way to work, I've begun shedding tears. Whether reading the newspaper or writing to a new friend stationed at the front, there have been tears to be shed over memories long past. Tears, for moments left unexplored. and events that will never be. My grief, though late in coming, has begun to show it's ugly head. I fear it's arrival, for when it comes full force, it my stop the flow of my voice and my writing.

I think what has begun to hurt the most has been remembering the phone calls I received the morning of 9/11. Jack, Tony and Lisa's calls are still with me till this day, replaying every so often as I wistfullly look downtown through my window. That window is the only connection I have with all of you of that morning.

For a long time after you all left, I was devoid of feeling. I remember sitting at our favorite restaurant the day after, waiting to meet Lisa while still numb and in shock. As I sat there, I kept half expecting you and half hoping one of you would show up from behind me, all dusty, having freshly escaped your mausoleum. I was suspended in mid air, waiting for gravity to kick in. That is I waited until just recently.

What I remember about the day after, was the deafening silence. No conversation, no jokes, no tears, and no communication. There was no TV as all the network signal antennas were atop towers 1 & 2, and no sound of cell phones.

Each night I returned home hoping to hear from one of you. I wanted to call, but with the fall of the towers all the lines were down. Knowing how fiercely independent you all were, I kept believing that if you survived you would be right down there helping in the rescue effort yourselves. So night after night, I curled up in bed with the phone next to me. Each night I hoped against what was reported, that no survivors were being found. Each night I prayed that somehow a miracle would happen. For many days I went on thinking that I would wake up from this dream state, and everything would be just as it was before my nightmare began. When I slowly began to realize you guys might not be coming home, I prayed for harder.

My miracle never came.

Now all I have left of you are remnants of tangible object. Your voices have long since been erased by new and improved technology that was installed after 9/11. Your birthday and christmas cards and gifts are all that remain. Just yesterday I was finally putting away my winter clothes and came across Mike's blue v-neck wool sweater I borrowed on a cold day when we went away for our ski weekend that last winter. I lovingly held it in my arms trying to conjure memories of Mike back, and with him all of you.

You were all such an integral part of my life, and are missed greatly! I'm truly thankful that we lived and shared, as if each gathering would be our last. There were never any unspoken truths or emotions held back. Our love for honesty and for each other made that impossible.

Although I miss you all more than words can say, I know that you are all in a wonderful peaceful place, smiling and watching over me from heaven.

Mike, I want to thank you for staying with me and recently finding new people to inspire me the way you did. You always said that replacing you would take the 3 people. Well, I see you're proving your point now. You've given me one friend that has helped inspire my writing again. Another that has inspired my love of working out again. Yes, I've got a ways to go before that marathon we were supposed to run, but as you always said, "The journey of a thousand miles begins with that first step". You've given me a third, who has basically had his family adopt me, very much like you did when our friendship first started.

All of them are incredible individuals and greatly admired by their men, much like you were. They, like you once did, serve our country, working hard every day to protect my way of life and the principles our constitution guarantees.

Mike, you've been looking out for me, just as you did when you were on earth. I remember when I went to live overseas and I admitted to you that I was a bit scared about my new life, and with everyone being so far away. You said to me, "nothing really has changed, other than you'll be in a new location. You'll be just a little farther away from us, so it'll be a bit harder to have dinner together, but we'll still call and email like we do now."

Well, although you're a little further away now, than I was, and you can't email or call, I am grateful that I still feel you with me from time to time, cheering me on when I'm moving forward, and nagging my mind when I'm not my happy self.

I'm glad that you dispatched the rest of the gang to The Front, to watch over these incredible special guys you've put in my life. They are the ones helping me bridge the chasm of death, and slowly bringing me back to life.

Thank you, my dear and beloved friends. On this Memorial Day I salute you all. On Sunday, I will place a wreath in the Hudson River in memory of those fallen, both for your past service to this country, and for the legacy you left in those you touched: a love of country and service to it.

As usual, I'll be going to Veniero's for a slice of cake to celebrate Rick's birthday. Know that I'm sending you promises of writing soon, with big bear hugs and sandwich kisses to keep you in love until we're all together once again. Till then, I'll leave you with the same words I used to say whenever we said goodbye,

: ) Miss you already!


(Originally Posted on Blogspot on 5-21-2004)

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July 10, 2004

Waxing Patriotic

"In the beginning of a change, the patriot is a scarce man, brave, hated, and scorned. When his cause succeeds however, the timid join him, For then it costs nothing to be a patriot." -- Mark Twain

"America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves." -- Abraham Lincoln


[originally published in blogspot on 7-2-04]

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New York, New York

So good they named it twice!

I'm slowly moving from my old home at blogspot/a> to here very shortly. That is if my carpel tunnel doesn't act up.

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