Ekpyrosis

in this place or in any other place
may there come abundant peace
grace, lovingkindness, and compassion
long life
ample sustenance, and salvation

may there be abundant peace from heaven
and good life
satisfaction, help, comfort, refuge
healing, redemption, forgiveness, atonement
relief, and salvation

Kaddish, prayer for & from the dead

born down in a dead man's town
the first kick i took was when i hit the ground
you end up like a dog that's been beat too much
you spend half your life
to cover it up

i was
born in the usa
i was
born in the usa
i was
born in the usa
born
in the usa

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Chris Kyle killed human beings for money.

On the American taxpayers' dime, he, for too many years, wandered to and fro in Iraq, killing, from concealment, from ambush, from hiding, a craven coward, citizens of a country where he had no business being.

Kyle was there because, in Iraq, George II was determined to pursue, and end, an atavistic dynastic family feud, like something out of the 8th Century, roll right over that country, because Saddam Hussein, decreed he, was "the guy who tried to kill my dad."

Though George II was not, alas, able to mount in the Oval Office Saddam's head—after he had successfully cut off from life, in the great dynastic family-feud tradition, both Saddam, and his sons—he did take prideful personal strutting possession of Saddam’s metallic phallus, in the form of his revolver. Which, one should suppose, must serve as the next best thing.

And because George II's Secretary of Defense, Colonel Walter E. Rumsfeld, advised, when the planes flew into the towers on September 11, that Afghanistan should mostly be eschewed, as a retaliatory site, because Iraq presented "better targets." For all his little war toys. And all his little war boys.

That Kyle "fought" like a craven coward should not be something laid wholly at his own feet. For, as I first expressed here, cowardice today defines the way Americans wage war. A nation of cowardly back-shooters. From their snipers, to their drones.

And, as I said back then, every time an American, wielding sniper to drone, cowardly back-shoots a human being, in that human being's home region, said American births, in full flower, another dark Jesse James.

[video:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hX0xOgygfS4]

"Blood," knew Aeschylus, some 2500 years ago, "begets blood."

And so, Chris Kyle, the cowardly back-shooter of the US Navy, of a career of cowardly back-shooting in a country land-locked but for a tiny tip, where no Navy-man should ever logically or even sanely go, was himself cowardly back-shot. By a veteran of the United States Marine Corps.

Semper fi.

Many ways there might have been, to prevent the death of Chris Kyle. But first and foremost might have been if there was no United States Marine Corps. The death cult from which his killer sprang.

Would that the world had heeded the words of decorated veteran Hunter S. Thompson, who, in 1987, and quite correctly, commenting upon the greatest intelligence failure in US history, noted that there was absolutely No Reason, any longer, for any Marines.

The whole Marine Corps should be disbanded, finished off with other useless relics like the Sea-Bees, Hitler Youth and the Lafayette Esquadrille. The USMC has been useless as tits on a boar hog since 1951, when they led the famous “Inchon Landing” for Gen. Douglas MacArthur and saved America from total disgrace in Korea. That was [60] years ago, and since then they have done little more than hang around foreign embassies like drunken peacocks and get the nation into trouble. The US Army’s 1st Airborne Division could eat the whole Marine Corps for breakfast and take the rest of the day off for beer and volleyball. The only solution to the "Marine problem" now is to croak the whole corps.

Abolishing the Marines would have no real effect on national military preparedness, and it would cut [a minimum of $29 billion] off the bloated national defense budget—which now must include the billions it will cost to raze the entire new US Embassy compound in Moscow and build another one—a huge concrete igloo with no windows, or maybe a deep underground bunker like the ones Albert Speer used to build. All we really need over there is a roomy place with no bugs or spies or sex-crazed whiskey-wild women from the KGB, or even the ghost of a US Marine. Res ipsa loquitur.

Of course, all the armed forces in the United States, are soon going to go. The Marines are just the most pathetic, and absurd, of these various laughable oh-so-over grunt-a-munga appendi.

Look: the Founders did not intend this country to maintain even a standing army. Which is why the Constitution specifically prohibits army appropriations of more than two years.

Thus:

—The US is at peace with its neighbors, Canada and Mexico; therefore, it does not need an army. So the army should be eliminated.

—As the only legitimate use for an air force is in support of ground troops, it should be eliminated as well.

—The Marines need to be folded back into the Navy, from whence they sprang; they are support troops for ships, that’s all they are; that they are sent to fight in landlocked countries, like Afghanistan, is madness. So: down the loo, they go.

—Since the US already possesses a Coast Guard, perfectly capable of patrolling the waters of the continental United States (Alaska and Hawaii are imperial possessions, and should be permitted to break free, as should all overseas territories, possessions, protectorates, and the like), the Americans can go ahead and get rid of the Navy, too—Marines and all. Make a clean sweep.

Or, the US can continue to try, for a time, to gaspingly hang on, as glow-in-the-dark five-star cowardly back-shooters.

In the bent genealogy that trails from this:

When the English introduced the longbow, French knights despised it. They believed that if you were going to kill a man, you should do it while looking into his eyes. The British were perfectly happy to take advantage of this French notion, which they considered quaint, because it allowed them to gobble up huge sections of the European continent, until the French too employed men who could kill from a distance.

To this:

It was the British, in the years preceding WWII, who blocked international measures that would have barred the use of aircraft in warfare. As the wife of British “statesman” David Lloyd George noted in her diary on March 9, 1934:

At Geneva other countries would have agreed not to use aeroplanes for bombing purposes, but we insisted on reserving the right, as D. puts it, to bomb niggers! Whereupon the whole thing fell through[.]

To this:

From their cockpit at Creech Air Force Base in Nevada, the pilot and co-pilot are flying a pilotless Predator on a bombing mission over Afghanistan, 8,000 miles away. A forward air controller in another unmanned drone spots the target and the Predator bomber takes off under local control from Kandahar in Afghanistan. Minutes later, control of the bomber is handed over to satellite control in the cockpit at Creech.

Two hours later, the crew sees on the cockpit screen two suburban vehicles stop in front of the targeted mud-baked house. Half a dozen bearded men hurry into the dwelling that intelligence had spotted as a Taliban command post. Seconds later, the bombardier in Nevada squeezed the trigger and a 500-pound bomb flattened the Taliban dwelling with a direct hit. Watching the action on identical screens are CIA operators at Langley, Va., who can call in last-minute course corrections.

Their eight-hour mission over, pilot and co-pilot climb into their vehicles and drive home. Thirty minutes later, they are playing with their children.

[video:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inFifHetke4]

In the hours and days and weeks and months after the cowardly back-shooter Kyle had been cowardly back-shot killed, there were many ululations, throughout the tubes, and even upon so-called “lefty” sites, that Kyle was "a hero," a "good man," a "gentleman soldier."

No. He was a stone-cold killer. Who killed, concealed, cowardly, from ambush. A sneak, a sniper, indistinguishable from the DC sneak snipers. Except that coward Kyle wore a uniform, and could wrap himself in the flag of a country. And that the people he killed were brown. Rather than white.

Listen to what the man himself did say:

—He regarded those he killed as "savages." And had a crusader cross tattooed on his body. So that those he killed would know they had died in Christian jihad: "'I wanted everyone to know I was a Christian,' Kyle wrote. 'I had it put in in red, for blood. I hated the damn savages I’d been fighting. I always will.'"

—"Everyone I shot was evil," he decreed. "I had good cause on every shot. They all deserved to die."

—He said: "It was my duty to shoot the enemy, and I don’t regret it. My regrets are for the people I couldn't save: Marines, soldiers, buddies." That is, he gave a damn for no one but his fellow killers, who, like him, had no business being in Iraq, drawing a paycheck to kill people and destroy their property and possessions.

At the end of his book, Kyle wrote: "When I die, God is going to hold me accountable for everything I’ve done on earth. But in that backroom or whatever it is when God confronts me with my sins, I do not believe any of the kills I had during the war will be among them. Everyone I shot was evil. I had good cause on every shot. They all deserved to die."

I would prefer to believe that he instead underwent that experience identified by WWII South Pacific combat veteran James Jones, who, when inscribing The Thin Red Line, wrote to his publisher that he was endeavoring to channel the dead, all those—American, Japanese, native—who never left the island of Guadalcanal:

[T]he dead, frozen like flies in plastic, realized—at the moment of death, when of course they stopped—that humanity must grow to feeling, to empathy, or become extinct.

There are many ways that the universe could communicate that all the guns are going to go.

Back-shooting the back-shooter Kyle at the "all-gun zone" of a shooting range seems message enough, in full color, through very loud bullhorn, to obviate any need, for any other.

And for those that must call Kyle "hero": perhaps they are right. So long as they understand and employ the term, as the Greeks did:

A World War II study determined that, after 60 days of continuous combat, 98 percent of all surviving soldiers will have become psychiatric casualties. A common trait among the remaining 2 percent was a predisposition toward having "aggressive psychopathic personalities." Lt. Col. Dave Grossman in his book On Killing: The Psychological Cost of Learning to Kill in War and Society, notes: "It is not too far from the mark to observe that there is something about continuous, inescapable combat which will drive 98 percent of all men insane, and the other 2 percent were crazy when they got there."

War is necrophilia. This necrophilia is central to soldiering just as it is central to the makeup of suicide bombers and terrorists. The necrophilia is hidden under platitudes about duty or comradeship. It is unleashed especially in moments when we seem to have little to live for and no hope, or in moments when the intoxication of war is at its highest pitch. When we spend long enough in war, it comes to us as a kind of release, a fatal and seductive embrace that can consummate the long flirtation with our own destruction.

War ascendant wipes out Eros. It wipes out delicacy and tenderness. Its communal power seeks to render the individual obsolete, to hand all passions, all choice, all voice to the crowd.

War is the beautiful young nymph in the fairy tale that, when kissed, exhales the vapors of the underworld. The ancient Greeks had a word for such a fate: ekpyrosis.

It means to be consumed by a ball of fire. They used it to describe heroes.

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All of this is over. Heroes are of warriors, who are killers, and no one wants such people any longer. Warriors are done. They are past; they are gone; they are embarrassing.

We are in the era of healers now.

All of the death. It is over.

We know this, for instance, from the film made of the bloody abbreviated life of the cowardly back-shooting serial killer Chris Kyle. Of which even the film's director, the ancient creaky half-petrified Clint "Talk To The Chair" Eastwood, had to assure all and sundry, was actually "anti-war."

Because Eros is ascendant. Thanatos is on the slide. That's just the way it is. And, for that, oh yes jeebus christie, blessed be.

[video:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OZV5i_6Rj4]

in this place or in any other place
may there come abundant peace
grace, lovingkindness, and compassion
long life
ample sustenance, and salvation

may there be abundant peace from heaven
and good life
satisfaction, help, comfort, refuge
healing, redemption, forgiveness, atonement
relief, and salvation

Kaddish, prayer for & from the dead

It's simple. There’s nothing at all complicated about it.
War—There won’t be war when you decide you won’t murder other human beings.

You cannot hate without hating all; and you cannot kill some without killing all—because the welfare of any man is the welfare of all men. Through violence men are made to enslave and murder one another; through violence the world has been turned into this unimaginable hell; through violence the rulers of this hell are enabled to maintain their positions.

Have you ever looked at a man?
There is something helpless and majestic about a man.
If you believed in anything, you could not kill a man.

A man has two legs.
He’ll build a house—from cellar to rooftop, with his own hands.
He’ll put seeds in the ground.
He’ll watch the sun and the rain at work.
He’ll take a woman to bed.
He’ll find enough tenderness and love to get him through the day.
You’d think that man deserved a little something.
You’d think that man was worthy of a jot or two of sympathy and consideration.
You’d think that maybe someone would say,
Let’s just let him alone for a while,
and see what he can do.

They try to fix it so nobody’ll care what happens to a man anymore.
I don’t mean millions—I mean any one man anywhere.
If anything is worth anything it's because one man is worth something.
If any one man isn't worth something, then nothing whatever is worth anything.
It’s all got to come back to any one man anywhere or it isn't going anywhere.
Don’t tell me how interested in Confucius or Jesus Christ you are.
Tell me how interested in any one man anywhere you are.
You don’t get it.
You'd cry.
You'd cry if you could feel that.
It's all got to come back to one man or it isn’t going anywhere at all.

This house. Do you see this house?
It is a house where human beings live.
There is a strange dignity about them.
They are looking at you as I talk.
I want you to leave them alone.

—Kenneth Patchen

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I moved my comment. I thought your post was the morning OT.

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"Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich."--Napoleon

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Markos Hill piece is sad. It ignores competely that Sanders recovered completely within 24 hours of the NN BLM imbroglio. It does a quota thing with the nascent-campaign's staffers. And, most amusing to me, is when he writes:

Progressive activists have engaged on issues of unequal justice, police militarization and violence against people of color with an intensity I’ve never previously witnessed. At Daily Kos, coverage of those issues is nearly guaranteed to receive viral hits and has driven the site’s record growth.

Apparently he wants to flush down the memory hole the Criminal Injustice series authored by the serene pacifist RadioGirl, and the roily John-Brownish soothsayer99, which, for many years, on his own site, weekly (and more), addressed these very issues, of "unequal justice, police militarization and violence against people of color" . . . but, shit, I guess maybe they spoke too soon. At least to suit him.

For certainly he banned and NRed swept aside these women, and the women (and men) allied with them, when he decided to bring his big hammer down, in the fall of 2011, upon a bunch of uppity Negroes, and their sympathizers, who were making Laurence Lewis cry, and also Armando.

And so, today, when Markos must belatedly awaken to the fact that police kill Negroes, and people are actually exercised about that fact, he must needs turn his coverage over not to people practiced in the field, but instead to a shivering embarrassment of a money-grubbing charlatan.

Yeehaw.

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site The Melancholy Of Anatomy: Anus and I clicked on each link in that page. As you may have understood I never read dailykos the way you all do. I had a lot of questions, a lot of depressions sometimes over them, and I didn't understand what was going on. Your page there helped me with it in hindsight.
So, I thank you for linking to it here.

I hope you feel well today and wish you the best for any day to come.

PS I read the Hill piece and bobswerns diary and made a comment there. I have the feeling it's all worth nothing at all. Times have changed.

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It was interesting what you said. And I responded accordingly.

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I love how you weave history within your subject, Norn-like, evoking the past, to prove the present, to foretell the future. The breaking of the Norn's Rope of Destiny foretold the Twilight of the Gods and the end of the heroes, thus be it so, hopefully. Thanks hecate.

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it will take me a long time to go through your diary to even slightly grasp the brilliance of it. I sense I should try to study all of the links and educate myself. So, just to apologize to not be able to comment to your diary right now. Hopefully one day I will or would be. Thanks.

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NCTim's picture

Chris Kyle adulation is common among the people who enjoy fantasy play and enjoy virtual killing. Also too, tough guy wanna be types that advocate open carry.

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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. - Friedrich Nietzsche -

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Sad and painful but the pain is relieved by the music and the poetry. Thank you.

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To thine own self be true.

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Finished reading The National Military Strategy of the United States of America 2015 today.

After spending more money than all the nations of the world combined — essentially bankrupting and impoverishing the middle class of the US — the "strategy" opens with this:

Today’s global security environment is the most unpredictable I have seen in 40 years of service. Since the last National Military Strategy was published in 2011, global disorder has significantly increased while some of our comparative military advantage has begun to erode....

(The very definition of failure in action.)

And it ends with whiny-ass-titty-baby blubbering that the Americans will never be safe until they rule the entire world with big weapons — and even then, the military (and corporate defense profiteers) will need an even larger share of taxpayer money for never-ending war.

The most pathetic military strategy FAIL, evar.

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