Dec 20 2009
6 Months Gains in Stock prices — 3 Health Insurance Giants
6 Months Gains in Stock prices — 3 more Health Insurance Giants
Notice the recent spike in price, in the last few weeks, when they knew “Santa got their wish list, and was making a special trip, just for them!”
Dec 20 2009
There are many for if there is an end it doesn’t come for decades later for those invaded and occupied by others. The innocent are the ones who suffer the most and in greater numbers by the destruction and death from the moment of invasion and decades later with what’s left behind by those who are ordered to invade and then occupy in these Wars of Choice based on lies or for reasons of material worth a small country can add to a power that wants to control.
This is just one of many of the long running destructive remnants of our generations War of Choice, an extremely destructive Weapon of Mass Destruction, Dioxin, Agent Orange and the others used as we occupied a small country Vietnam for over a decade. Destructive not only to the Vietnamese Civilians, then and now, but also to many soldiers who served in country and elsewhere, where it was stored and packaged for shipment to Vietnam and stored at bases to be sprayed over the country at the whim of the commanders of war.
Dec 20 2009
Search and win! OK Fine
“deep underground military base disclosure project”
OOhh, another one
“JFK magic bullet theory”
Go ahead make my day, do ya feel lucky punk
Monitor my ass all you want.
Dec 20 2009
The Sand Creek Massacre and the Washita Massacre both led to the Wounded Knee Massacre. The Sand Creek Massacre brought the realization that “the soldiers were destroying everything Cheyenne – the land, the buffalo, and the people themselves,” and the Washita Massacre added even more genocidal evidence to those facts. The Sand Creek Massacre caused the Cheyenne to put away their old grievances with the Sioux and join them in defending their lives against the U.S. extermination policy. The Washita Massacre did that even more so. After putting the Wounded Knee Massacre briefly into historical perspective, we’ll focus solely on the Wounded Knee Massacre itself for the 119th Anniversary of the Wounded Knee Massacre.
Dec 20 2009
Simulposted from the NEW Wild Wild Left!
Picture my surprise when I opened an email from Care to Causes labeled “Student Refuses to Study Bible as Literature” only to find the actual article titled, “Willful Ignorance: Should Students Be Able to Choose What Not to Study?”
(Care to Causes does decent environmental work and women’s causes, but is far from one of the best sources out there…)
I took the bait, and clicked through to the essay, only to have my pre-coffee neurons scream in revolt. The author has it wrong on so many levels that I had to respond. I chose the most obvious two, and stated my objections, only to find if I did not allow C2C full access to post to my facebook at will, I could not post on their site. Strike two, baby.
Newton South High School has a reading requirement for standard sophomore English to read passages from the Bible as an example of comparative literature in class. Jack objected. Those are the facts. John Hilliard of Newton’s newspaper mangled the facts so badly in his report, that Jack’s mother felt compelled to write a Letter to the Editor to refute the misstating of facts: from Jack’s age,(16 not 15) and the type of class,(the reporter claimed it an elective honors class, which it is not) to the slant that he was a slacker trying to get out of work. (Jack turned in an alternative project of his own volition)
Maybe its just me, but if you have perused the links, by now aren’t you wondering how so many could miss the forest for the trees?
WHY was this piece of text chosen in the first place?
Dec 20 2009
Cross-posted at Daily Kos
I hope the title of this diary will cause people to think.
It should be clear to many that although I voted for Obama in the election, he was not my choice to be the nominee. Despite the rhetoric of his campaign, I saw him from the start as too closely connected to those at The Hamilton Project, the entrenched, corporate sector that holds too tight on power. What bothered me most was that the marketing said the opposite. He is now elected, so what matters today and in the future is his performance and what it means to Democrats and Americans.
Yesterday I watched the latest episode of Bill Moyers with Robert Kuttner and Matt Taibbi.
Watching and listening to the conversation, I wondered to myself how it was possible for someone who many told us was playing 11th dimensional chess to screw up the health “reform” situation (not to mention some other important issues) so badly. More important, what are the ramifications. The answer came from Robert Kuttner, and if you keep reading, you will discover.
Dec 20 2009
and no, you don’t get to know who wrote it.
thank you. I thought that you were sorry you’d asked me to weigh in over at DocuDharma, but I am gladdened that you used my phrase. I was expecting to be flamed over at DocuDharma (a thousand worse things have happened to me in 46 years, so I don’t care), but then I saw that diary is a day old. I am surprised at the Hallway-Monitor-Wannabees over at DK who are so conscientious about three paragraphs, as if the DK diary is some precious literary form, or political expression is imperfect unless shaped a certain way. And then they’re talking about whether 1 per day requires a minimal separation, or whether you can cheat the Hallway Monitor by doing two diaries just moments apart, as long as you pay the price by waiting 23 hours before and after — utter nonsense. Just craziness.
Dec 20 2009
Dec 20 2009
or whatever with all that text.
That’s this evening’s new news.
I want to talk about the news.
Can we do that? Can we get around here hassling each other publicly about issues, without all this comment war?
Fuck comment war. How about we get into “You can do just about whatever you want here, and we’ll pretty much ignore you.”
That kicks hell out of comment war.
Dec 20 2009
Samadhi and the God-laugh of creation I found myself one night sitting back with my eyes closed and witnessing what I could never truly describe but what I can best suggest as the dynamic, uncreated, convulsing, primordial energy of the universe; the fiery, orgiastic rippling cauldron of molten prima materia, cascading about within me, and then pouring out into the world as form; and it was upon opening my eyes that I recognized what I had never conceived as plausible- that I was carrying within myself this living, undulating, cosmic clay which I was projecting out and thus manufacturing the world; which is to say, I knew then that …I was God, and that we are all God, effortlessly producing a world yet without a clue of how we are doing it. I was making everything that night. The whole thing. That is, I was making the world, but not the I who the world thought I was, not even the nobody who I was, but the I which lives before the me in all of us; the original self, casting out the glowing, red, swirling energy of creation, out of the core, out of the mind of God, out into the realm of form, figure, and content.
And let me tell you I was laughing. I was laughing a laugh I had never laughed before in my life. I was laughing God’s laugh- the God-laugh which has never known care, nor worry, nor entrapment; the God-laugh which sprays out the universe from the immanent, infinite, incomprehensible bliss of formless consciousness; the great, emancipating God-laugh of hilarious nonexpectation, disbelief, and ambitionless wonder at the impossibility and unavoidable realization that I, God, was creating the miracle of creation.
I had come to exist in the non-existent space. An infinite bridge across a finite chasm. A flame within an inferno. A drop inside the storm.
I was in the storm. I was the storm. And everything else sped up and catapulted through the living stasis of my soul. It was an exhilarating, innocent act of creation; I gave ground in the hollow of my wonder and the world grew through that infinite hole. The unworldly, horrible stillness in which I basked seemed impossibly to produce the song of everything else. How is that possible I haven’t a clue. Not one.
I can only presume that the whole shmeer about becoming what you are, or what you could be- but as yet you never have been- eventually comes right back to where it started- to you. But when it gets there- and let me tell you it gets there, with all the fire and brimstone of your day- there is no ‘you’ left to conceive of it. Because, instead, you conceive it, immaculately conceive it.
That night the prisoner and the warden had changed places. Good and Evil fused into one. And God leapt up for joy inside of me.
The primitive understandings which had so embalmed me all my terrible and fabulous life instantly vaporized away, and the Creator’s eyes …looked through me. The pulsing, primal, fluid medium flowed out of me, I did not know what I was making, nor how I was doing it, but to be sure it was me.
When finally you encounter the Great Soul, you will not hesitate to call it I. You are the source of all things. All of it. Like the root-stock of a great underground rhizome, when you stick your head finally out of the ether, whoever is around you …is you.
Samadhi and the God-laugh of creation, by Jack Haas
