OCCUPY WALL STREET MORPHS INTO OCCUPIED KAFKAESQUE NEWS CYCLES

It was bound to happen.

First, comes the event, the proclamation, the out of left field happening which rivets the attention.

Then - especially, if the event, or the proclamation, or the left-field zinger in anyway requires the
attention of the law, soon the magnitude of the attention of the law will overtake, indeed overwhelm
the significance of the event, or the proclamation or the left-field zinger.

And here it is, deja vu all over again.

Occupy Wall Street, a good idea if ever there was one, seems to have disappeared, slowly, like a mirage,
or the grinning cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland, and in it's place, we have, "Occupy -fill in the blank for a town - attacked by out of control, seething, panting cops wreaking havoc with their batons and spray, and,
horrors...shields.!"

And then, of course, the protagonists, the makers of the event, or the proclamation or perhaps, victims of a
left field zinger, forget just why it was they came all the way to the front of the attention of the world, and
spend all of their time belly aching about the real and imagined transgressions of law enforcement agencies
who are seeking to force them to move out, move on....just move!

Add to all of this, the bright, spanking new toy social media toys ie, twitter, facebook, utube, et al -available to all revolutionaries, protesters, demonstrators and "citizen journalists"  around the world  involved in every event,
proclamation, left field zinger, and you have a perfect storm of misinformation meets disinformation, meets didn't study my history in college good enough, meets I don't know how to report and edit raw information, meets oops, I was trying to twitter the local pizza place, and lookie here, I ended up crashing the Pentagon website!  Mi bad.

One of the definitions of "Kafkaesque," is "an existentialist state of mind of ever-elusive freedom while existing
under unmitigable control,"  another definition is "marked by a senseless, disorienting, often menacing
complexity,", still another, suggestive of Kafka himself, is "a nightmarish style of narration, in which characters
lack a clear course of action, the ability to see beyond immediate events, and the possibility of escape.

Forget that reading the various proclamations from Occupy Wall Street headquarters, makes the eyes the
eyes glaze over with all of the lengthy sentences beginning in "They," and that the many lengthy sentences
proclaiming all of the gripes which mankind -legitimately- has against the various "They,"  -that would be banks, corporations, universities, car washes and shoe shops in the entire world who have exercised the kafkaesque
unmitigable control over every person on the planet, yeah, forget that. 

Forget it because it is way too complicated for the average person who to comprehend unless they -there's that "they" again have hours a day to spend away from their job...or the pursuit of a job.

We won't mention all of the "Whereas's" found in all of the follow up, let us say, mini proclomations from
all of the local Occupy Wall Street cells springing up all over the world, and usually yiping about sleeping in
the park after 10pm is a right guaranteed by the U.S. Constitution...no we won't mention those further obfuscations to the kernels of truth packed too tightly within all of the "Theys", and the Whereas's, no
need to...Occupy Wall Street will go away. 

That's right.  Occupy Wall Street will go away.  Wall Street will not go away. 

And when it is all said and done and said and done again in instant replays live streamed right into your ear,
the only thing that will be remembered will be snapshots.

Pepper spray.  A suicide in Oakland.  Midnight evacuation of a crowded park.  Mass arrests, if you count seventy people being detained for a few hours as a mass arrrest.

The same thing will happen to Occupy Wall Street that has happened to The War on Drugs. 

They have both become meaningless abstractions of situations which require the strength and courage
to face the real issues lying beneath all of the proclamations and events and intentional distortions of reality by
anonymous bureaucrats.

It's Kafkaesque!

OSAMA BIN LADEN: WAS THE END A CASE OF BUYER'S REMORSE WRIT LARGE?

We all know what happened.  Two shots.  One kill

And the ghosts of regime changes covertly  sponsored by our government hang over the high profile end of the even higher profile hunt for a mass murderer like an historical veil woven of the  threads of mystery and deceit.

Osama Bin Laden ranked right up there on a lengthy shopping list the U.S. government carried around in its pocket over decades of flexing our mighty political and military muscle in every part of the world where we saw a threat to democracy, and the encroachment of that threat on our own way of life.

And over the past few decades of the last century, and the first decade of the present one, it seems that every part of the world had some frisky fellow, seeking to overthrow a left wing government, and invited Uncle Sam to open the bidding for his services.

In each and every case, we won, and closed the deal with a handsome payout in cash and arsenals and bribes.

The Shah of Iran.   Somoza in Nicaragua.  Pinochet in Chile.  Battista in Cuba.   Marcos in Manila.  Noriega in Panama.  The Contras in Nicaragua.  Saddam in Iraq.  The Mujahideen in Afghanistan.

And every one ended up in an embarrassing and high profile scandal amid revelations of corruption and savagry

But it's that last one that's the killer.  The one that really came back and bit us in the neck. And the heart.

The ultimate blowback  -  unintended consequences of a covert operation that are suffered by the civilian population of an aggressor government.

Three thousand plus Americans dead in one rampaging day of slaughter on a national stage -  flanked on either side by the twin flags of law and democracy -  which lay, at the end of that unimaginable day -  dripping at the end of that day,  like twisted, blood soaked horrors.

And add the thousands more foreign civilian and U.S. soldiers  dead in the wars that followed.  The wars that have lasted longer than any war this country has ever fought. 

Longer than the longest covert operation this country  has ever engaged in.

Supporting the Mujahideen in their fight against the Soviets for ten long years.

And during that longest covert war the U.S.was ever engaged in, we trained and supported and encouraged Osama Bin Laden, the man who later founded Al Qaeda. 

The man and  who brought this nation to it's knees in a spasm of shock and grief.

The man who galvanized this nation and made it's citizens take a look at the future, and our place in it.

The man who forced this nation to muster every available resource, among them the best trained and equipped and motivated  intelligence and special forces in the world in the hunt for he who had become the most wanted man on this earth.t

And we found him. 

And, at the last,  in an ironic, perverse twist, a reverse play on the buyer's remorse maxim, "You broke it, you bought it."

 First, we bought him.  Then we broke him. 

Two shots.  One kill.

Time and Tsunamis Wait For No Man

The earthquake which rocked Japan and the resulting tsunami which pounded and roared its way over the shores and inland of the already savaged nation, then raced across the pacific nearly as fast as the social media trumpeting it's arrival  to wreak havoc on the coastlines of Hawaii and the United States, could tear asunder our fragile and global economy, and political systems already weakened by regional conflicts and internal power and economic struggles.

For we are linked economically and politically to each other in an unshakeable bond , a daisy chain  of commerce and trade and political interests which is showing the wear and tear and strain of generations of failed diplomacy and strife and the deep enmity descended from ancient rivalries

And while we were all looking the other way, to the Middle East and Southwest Asia, the Pacific Rim, called by geologists the  Ring of Fire, a geological minefield of interlinking volcanoes and deep undersea fissures was grumbling and growling and gnawing and finally exploded in an agony of upheaval so strong it moved the nation of Japan eight feet from her island moorings. 

And changed the rotation of the earth by 1.8 microseconds.

And has altered the geopolitical landscape of the planet as never before. 

The quake heard around the world, is, as Japan's prime minster said in an address to his devastated countrymen, the worst world crisis for Japan since World War II. 

And then some. 

For  barely had the news spread around the world of the unthinkable disaster, when a fresh and even more devastating  and ominous wrinkle appeared.

Radiation leaks from at least six of the 55 nuclear power stations which provide Japan with 30 percent of her electricity.

And that quickly, the eyes of the world were averted from the drama playing out on the desert sands of the oil rich countries already enmeshed in political turmoil and the end game being played out in Libya.

And that quickly, the hearts of the people of the entire planet have quickened with the fear we have lived with since the dawn of the nuclear age. 

A nuclear holocaust.

A nuclear holocaust which would lay to waste every living thing on our blue dot of a planet.

And without a shot being fired.

This is not over yet. 

There will be even more aftershocks, more revelations of nuclear leaks, more suffering and pain of a people whose world has collapsed right in on them. 

And an entire world waits.

While Japan races to cool down the raging heat of  six of her her nuclear reactors, a world waits.

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