writing in the raw: stop.making.sense.edition.

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part II

Oh, the horror…the horror

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Kurtz: “I’ve seen the horror. Horrors that you’ve seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me . It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies.”

I remember people saying (Marlon) Brando had lost it with this crazy manifesto: Make horror your friend. I thought, no, this is brilliant. Yet I could fractionally begin to grasp it:  you can only act against the horror if you can look at it, understand it. If not, you freeze like a deer caught in the mystery and terror of oncoming headlights.

“I remember when I was with Special Forces–it seems a thousand centuries ago–we went into a camp to inoculate it. The children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn’t see. We went there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile–a pile of little arms. And I remember…I…I…I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out, I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it, I never want to forget. And then I realized–like I was shot…like I was shot with a diamond…a diamond bullet right through my forehead.”

Transcendence.

“And I thought, “My God, the genius of that, the genius, the will to do that.” Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they could stand that–these were not monsters, these were men, trained cadres, these men who fought with their hearts, who have families, who have children, who are filled with love–that they had this strength, the strength to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral and at the same time were able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling, without passion, without judgment–without judgment. Because it’s judgment that defeats us.”

from Apocalypse Now
written Francis Ford Coppola & John Milius, book by Joseph Conrad

OMG… Because it’s judgement that defeats us.

To stop BushCo… or anyone, we have to stop judging them.  Bingo.


Seems to me we think we’re working at understanding them, the bad guys. Otherwise why do we insist on keeping the arguments chained to right, wrong, good, and bad. Like once the bad guys get the magnitude of suffering caused by their actions and decisions like Iraq War… and once they understand the FUCKING ice caps are really melting… and certainly when it sinks in that there are millions of American children with no health insurance::: THEY WILL ACT with us to stop the madness. Not bloody likely.

You know what I think we’re really trying to figure out? Who the fuck are these people? Because they are in no way like us. Why don’t they get the world as we get it?

Here’s accepting the horror part: They, these others, don’t think they’ve done anything wrong. That’s the point. They think they have a right no, they are entitled, to run roughshod over you, me, and every living creature on this planet. THEY DO NOT THINK THEY ARE WRONG. THEY THINK THEY HAVE THE RIGHT TO TAKE WHATEVER THEY WANT. And simply create realities and science to back them up. I read a great comment today (stonemason i think):this time, the rats are going down with the ship. But these rats don’t see it. They never will.

So here we go then. Let’s look into their eyes, lean into them, and whisper: we let all that go. It isn’t about right or wrong anymore. There’s only this: finding your weaknesses, exploiting them, and making this all about the way we choose the world to be.  Simple. Everything fades to background noise.

I can tell you this: those people who’ve done this to our country, they are all in. Their chips are all in.

Are you? Am I? Are we?  

You all know… it’s transcending the horror in order to act.

reworked from one of my old dKos diary

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i can only think of love
of doing this out of love

the sun comes up and goes down
on all that i love

not just the people here
but the earth itself

she is my mother, too

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    • pfiore8 on November 2, 2007 at 03:16
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  1. when he clenches his fist and says, “Those….nabobs…”

    God I love that part…

  2. I really DON’T judge them.

    They are like puppies peeing on the rug

    But just because I don’t judge them doesn’t mean I won’t excoriate and oppose them….and even use the language of judgment, if it will help.

    • Robyn on November 2, 2007 at 03:31

    I don’t intend to do so.

    I steer clear of war movies.

  3. because i think that the ‘primordial instinct to kill’ SHOULD be judged…in one’s self, at least. 

    i think i’m entitled to judge myself by my actions, and i would judge myself harshly if i ‘kill[ed] without feeling, without passion, without judgement’

    if i DID have to kill someone, it would certainly be in self- or loved-one-defense situation, and would certainly be done with feeling and passion. 

    if i ever found myself capable of killing without that motivation, i’d kill myself first.

    • snud on November 2, 2007 at 03:41

    and prevailed. But that was back when America was the “good guy”. When we held The Nuremburg Trials (where, I believe ~ 30 percent were acquitted)  instead of locking them away and toturing them on an island somewhere.

    Now look at our credibility in the world. And I thought Ronald Reagan fucked it up.

    Ronnie was a rank amateur compared to this little, Texas pipsqueak.

    • RiaD on November 2, 2007 at 04:10

    I Do see…no real need to figure them out…we need to figure us out…our goals & the path to attain them….understanding will not change them…they really do Not get it….
    I’ve been watching Upstairs Downstairs (pbs series-netflix) & have been struck by the similarities to WWI…using upstairs=those in power now…profiting on the war, not getting reality of rationing, etc…
    just strange is all

    • srkp23 on November 2, 2007 at 04:17

    Coming in from the cold
    In this life, in this life, in this life
    In this oh sweet life
    We’re coming in from the cold
    We’re coming in, coming in, coming in
    Coming in from the cold

    It’s you, it’s you, it’s you i’m talking to
    Well you, it’s you, it’s you
    It’s you i’m talking to now
    Why do you look so sad and forsaken
    When one door is closed
    Don’t you know another is open

    Would you let the system
    Make you kill your brotherman
    No dread no
    Would you make the system
    Make you kill your brotherman
    No dread no
    Would you make the system
    Get on top of your head again
    No dread no
    Well the biggest man you ever
    Did see was just a baby

    Bob Marley
    Coming in from the Cold

    • fatdave on November 2, 2007 at 05:31

    …because evil hides in order. So I’ll take a happy new disorder – if there’s still time, and the will to lock up the old architects.

  4. Sorry that I never came back last week…

    Some more things happened, and opened up certain ‘wounds’ that I thought had healed…but evidently not yet.

    It’s still too soon to write about those things; I don’t even want to think about them actually, but unfortunately I still do think about them, and constantly….I can’t help that.

    🙁

    Sorry, again.

    When I’m okay enough to write about it, I will do so right here in one of your ‘writing in the raws’…because it is definitely ‘raw’, if nothing else…

    I always enjoy these, p…

    And again, what a fantastic picture in your ‘tip jar’!  Who drew that???

    🙂

    ………..

    I miss you over at that other place (the ‘orange’ one…) – I guess you don’t hang out over there much anymore?  Heh…I finally experienced some of that infamous ‘clique-ishness’ over there tonight, unfortunately…

    Pretty funny, actually…

    That person doesn’t seem to realize that she’s being manipulated and used by the same person who manipulated and used me…

    ………….

    Anyways, good to see (and read…) you tonight, p!

    🙂

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