Love Without Fear In Your Heart
Michael David Rosenberg of Passenger, from the CD Whispers . . .
We should stare at the stars and not just the screens,
You should hear what I’m saying and know what it means,
To sing, sing at the top of your voice,
and love without fear in your heart.
FORT LEAVENWORTH, Kan. — When I chose to disclose classified information in 2010, I did so out of a love for my country and a sense of duty to others. I’m now serving a sentence of 35 years in prison for these unauthorized disclosures . . . the concerns that motivated me have not been resolved. As Iraq erupts in civil war and America again contemplates intervention, that unfinished business should give new urgency to the question of how the United States military controlled the media coverage of its long involvement there and in Afghanistan. I believe that the current limits on press freedom and excessive government secrecy make it impossible for Americans to grasp fully what is happening in the wars we finance.
Bowe Bergdahl grasps fully what is happening in the wars we finance:
The future is too good to waste on lies. And life is way too short to care for the damnation of others, as well as to spend it helping fools with their ideas that are wrong. I have seen their ideas and I am ashamed to even be American. The horror of the self-righteous arrogance that they thrive in. It is all revolting.
In the US Army you are cut down for being honest, but if you are a conceited brown-nosing shit bag you will be allowed to do what ever you want, and you will be handed your higher rank.
In the military, conceited brown-nosing shit bags are elevated in rank and the honest are cut down; in the corporate system conceited brown-nosing shit bags become CEOs and the honest are cut down; in the political system conceited brown-nosing shit bags are rewarded with higher office and the honest are cut down. Conceited brown-nosing shit bags control our banks and corporations, they control the federal government, the state governments, the courts and the police, they write our “laws,” they “report” the “news.” They have no interest in the truth, it has no meaning to them, it has no relevance, no importance at all. They have no conscience, no remorse for the damage they keep inflicting on this country. They’re confident they will never be held accountable for it.
But they will be. They will be held accountable for all of it.
The US army is the biggest joke the world has to laugh at. It is an army of liars, backstabbers, fools, and bullies. I am sorry for everything here. These people need help, yet what they get is the most conceited country in the world telling them that they are nothing and that they are stupid, that they have no idea how to live. We don’t even care when we hear each other talk about running their children down in the dirt streets with our armored trucks. We make fun of them in front of their faces, and laugh at them for not understanding we are insulting them. I am sorry for everything. The horror that is America is disgusting.
We’re told to be patriots. We’re told to embrace the horror.
Even if you’re not doing anything wrong, you’re being watched and recorded . . . it’s getting to the point where you don’t have to have done anything wrong, you simply have to eventually fall under suspicion from somebody, even by a wrong call, and then they can use this system to go back in time and scrutinize every decision you’ve ever made, every friend you’ve ever discussed something with, and attack you on that basis, to derive suspicion from an innocent life.
This is a Shining City On a Hill?
We wish our weekdays away,
Spend our weekends in bed,
Drink ourselves stupid,
And work ourselves dead.
There’s disillusionment everywhere, like a frost so cold it burns your hand when you touch it, but beneath that disillusionment there’s an undercurrent of longing, for superficial comfort, but for deeper meaning as well . . .
We wish we were happier, thinner and fitter,
We wish we weren’t losers and liars and quitters,
We want something more not just nasty and bitter,
We want something real not just hash tags and Twitter.
It’s the meaning of life and it’s streamed live on YouTube,
But Gangnam Style will still get more views.
And we’re scared of drowning and flying and shooters,
But we’re all slowly dying in front of computers.
We should have figured out by now that sitting at our computers, slowly dying while embracing the horror, isn’t a very good example to set for our children. Maybe it’s time to give something else a try.
Be the Light.
Love without fear in your heart.
It’s the only way out of this.
Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch . . .
I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation, and the next.
Maybe we’ll remember who we are, maybe we’ll remember why we’re here . . .
We should run through the forests,
We should swim in the streams,
We should laugh, we should cry,
We should love, we should dream.
So sing, sing at the top of your voice,
Love without fear in your heart.
Feel, feel like you still have a choice,
If we all light up we can scare away the dark . . .
Photo by Timothy Krause released under a Creative Commons license.