Mourning the Death of Our Mother (Earth)
Morning, June 1964. I am eight-and-a-half years old. School has just ended and I am snug in my bed. My windows are open and a warm and gentle breeze is ruffling my curtains. I can hear my dad out in the fields plowing with his little Farmall Cub, and it must be laundry day because I can also hear the wringer washer chugging away in the basement. Oh good! I will get up. I love to hang laundry. The sun is warm, the sky is blue and everything is so fresh and clean. The leaves smell good, the grass smells good, and the freshly plowed soil is rich and fragrant. The birds are singing and everything is peaceful. We don’t have much money, but we have what we need.
Circles Of Insanity, The Blatant Chemical Spraying Of Our Skies
How is it possible that anyone could deny the atmospheric spraying so very visible in our skies? How can we explain why some are willing to face reality and so many others are not? Human denial knows no bounds. Though many are still silent on the most critical issue of the aerosol/chemical spraying going on around the world, this will soon enough change as the implosion of our paradigm unfolds. For those of us that are not afraid to see, and not afraid to speak out, we must sound the alarm with every bit of effort and effectiveness we can muster. Every day matters in the fight to expose and stop climate engineering. Dane Wigington geoengineeringwatch.org
The Ghoulish Face of Empire
By Chris Hedges The black-clad fighters of the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant, sweeping a collapsing army and terrified Iraqis before them as they advance toward Baghdad, reflect back to us the ghoulish face of American empire. They are the specters of the hundreds of thousands of people we murdered in our deluded quest to remake the Middle East. They are ghosts from the innumerable roadsides and villages where U.S. soldiers and Marines, jolted by explosions of improvised explosive devices, responded with indiscriminate fire. They are the risen remains of the dismembered Iraqis left behind by blasts of Hellfire and cruise missiles, howitzers, grenade launchers and drone strikes. They are the avengers of the gruesome torture and the sexual debasement that often came with being detained by American troops. They are the final answer to the collective humiliation of an occupied country, the logical outcome of Shock and Awe, the Frankenstein monster stitched together from the body parts we left scattered on the ground. They are what we get for the $4 trillion we wasted on the Iraq War.