Discontented Soul

I find vast amusement in the obloquy heaped upon Bill Clinton for his sexual shenanigans, especially compared to the veneration in which Dubya is held for “liberating” Iraq by raining death and destruction on its people.
Of course war has always been a respectable pastime in Christian, Jewish, and Islamic culture, particularly if one does it in the name of God — who, as we know, fulminates long and loud against all that yucky below-the-belt stuff.

After the US 'victory' in Iraq 'foreign terrorists' began capturing nationals from countries involved in the 'reconstruction' and executing them. The three 'leading lights' of the Coalition of the Killing... er, Shilling... er, Willing fell over themselves in showing how macho they were in refusing to 'give in to terrorists'

I find the idea that “real governments don’t give in to terrorist bullies” frankly appalling. I am sickened by the self-righteousness of Anglo-Celts in a reasonably wealthy country pontificating on the morally “correct” course of action — and even more so by the racism implicit in “THEY don’t think or feel about human life as we do!”
I’d like to throw out a challenge to all those armchair moralists out there — when the first Australian is captured and beheaded, I want [Prime Minister] Howard, [Opposition Leader]Latham and every one of your holier-than-thou callers to go around to the victim’s house and explain to his/her spouse and children that “Daddy/Mummy will not be coming home … his/her head is in someone’s Esky in Arabia, but you shouldn’t be sad — Daddy/Mummy died a hero in fighting the ‘War On Terror.’ Oh, and by the way, we will provide for your future out of the public purse (or our own)!”
And if the victim happens to be one of their own relatives, I won’t tolerate any “wimpish” blubbering a la Bob Hawke [former Australian PM who cried over the 1989 massacre of students in Beijing's Tienanmen Square]— after all, that’s how THEY (the bad guys doing the beheading) behave. We Anglo-Celts are all meant to be lean-n-mean, macho ‘n’ tough so the most that I will accept is a “manly” sniff, a wiped eye and a sadly wry smile of wistfulness.
Of course, “WE” are never bullies, or terrorists, but that’s another story…

Interesting development there have been this past week in George W’s drive for world hegemony. The US Supreme Court rules that the detainees at Guantánamo Bay actually have rights — and the Defence Department begins to release them. The UN refuses to renew the guarantees of immunity against prosecution for war crimes which the US has enjoyed for years — and US military personnel are withdrawn from peacekeeping operations in the Balkans and elsewhere.
Finally the Chickenhawk Crusaders in the White House are showing their true colours — a wide streak of yellow up the middle of their backs.
As the Founders of the US of A celebrate this Fourth of July in Heaven, I wonder what they make of their morally deformed descendants.

I received this by e-mail. A citation would be appreciated

So, I'm standing at a bus stop and they pull up. A carload of well meaning, bible thumping nut cases that are just frantic! The middle aged professionally dressed woman rushes forward ... She takes my arm and with trembling voices she asks "Have you found Jesus?"
Her eyes plead with an urgency that is out of proportion to a bus stop. Now normally I just politely decline the sermon, and free religious paperwork that such folk pawn off on unsuspecting bystanders. But, unfortunately for her, she is the fourth car to accost me in the last nine minutes. So by now I'm beginning to wonder what the heck is wrong with these people. I mean if it’s not the Charismatics, it’s the Mormons. Can a simple Wiccan get no peace?
So, as calmly as I can muster without being sarcastic, I reply, "You people lost him again??"
The woman looks confused. This is not the response she was hoping for and she needs to regroup. She takes a deep breath intending to launch into her sales pitch for her God and church, paying no heed to the concept that I might not be into being converted.
I decide to not let her get going so I launch into a speech of my own. "What is wrong with you Christians? Every time I turn around you've lost Him!" I hit her with a glare of accusation. "I mean really..." I take a measured breath. "How do you expect to have anyone follow a deity that you can't even find!"
The poor woman looks stunned. This isn't going so good. Panicked she looks desperately towards the car ... Surely one of the men can help.
Undaunted I press on. "Maybe the problem is with you people ... I mean Muslims never seem to lose their deity. Come to think of it neither do Jews, or Pagans of any kind."
I look at the man getting out of the car — he's all smiles.
"I realize you people used to burn people like me at the stake ... What was that about ... deity even? I may be a Pagan, but I have never ever woken up panicked that I couldn't find my Goddess or God. They are always right where they should be — in the fire of my candle, in the wind/air, in the earth that I stand on, in the water of my spring. I never feel abandoned by my deity(ies). Of course, you Christians aren't much fun..."
By now they are all out of the car, befuddled, aghast, and at a loss for words.
"Of course," I offer, trying to give them some defence for losing Jesus, "He could have left due to religious differences. If I remember correctly He was Jewish. So if you are really so eager to find him..." I smile gently to soften the blow, "check the nearest synagogue. He's probably in there. Also you folks should try and remember that this is Australia ... where freedom of religion means ALL religions."
Slowly they climb back into their car and drive away. I stand at the bus stop ... no pamphlets, no bible, no dogma. I haven't found Jesus, but I haven't lost him either.
Someone sent this to you because they believe no one can have too much Deity. It is a blessing in disguise. You can keep it to yourself or pass it on. Oh, and if you've found Jesus, please get his face on the evening news ASAP so the Christians can stop looking for him.
Thank you for your trouble.
Goddess Bless You!