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Image from Arlington Cemetary (taken by me)

The quarrelsome men promise victory in the end.

"There will be victory and prosperity again!"

We will defeat the evil enemy bye and bye

And those who have harmed us will surely die!

 

The men on the stage have a certain charm.

We will make our enemies build our walls

...and fund our wars.

And we will snatch all the glory.

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It's always the other folks who are corrupt!

Have you noticed the one finger pointed outward?

The leaders of my side always deserve all our money.

"The one percent are too rich!"

("Never mind that I'm a member"), he didn't say.

"I'm exempt because I'm leading the fight."

Apparently rules are for the enemy to break.

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The enemy! They are corrupt!

"The Oil barons want to blow us up."

"These person here shills for Wall Street"

"That person there is evil and must go down to defeat."

The trumpets blast the trash talk.

As former friends face off in hate.

The generals say "pay the accusations of that other fellow no mind"

"They are liars! March in step with us"

"You must follow ME. I'm your fearless leader!"

And "Send money, your donation is tax deductible."

"It is paying for my Vacation"

 

Meanwhile us common folks try to pay our rents

and our other bills

Whether or not we are bedazzled by magical claims

We pray that all will soon be fine.

We pay for all the magic with our blood, sweat and tears.

And when they can't deliver on promises, we are the bottom line.

Even when we start to feel like we've turned into a turnip.

the letters keep coming:

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We have no objection to paying.

We will pay the costs for what we need.

Blood, sweat and tears? We bleed.

We know that burden dates to Adam and Eve.

We toil by our sweaty tears.

to try to make it better.

We sacrifice to help our fellow Human.

If only our fearless leaders would deliver on their promises.

But the letters keep coming:

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I can buy a vision of peace

And march in step with the fearless leader.

I see a vision;

Great peace, and rows and rows of returning volunteers,

marching home again.

But that transforms in my imagination to rows and rows of uniform graves,

Each decorated with little flags

And mouldering in the rain.

My vision of joy transformed;

Into one of tragedy

children and their moms...

Weeping besides graves.

They aren't sharing a vision of peace when they say:

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If it were only just my people and our scoundrels doing this.

I could blame my cons, carry a gun and securely fight on.

But the scoundrels are the same all over.

They talk so pretty, in the languages of the world.

It all sounds so romantic when they tell their people how great they are.

But when the children die it's because the fearless leaders lie,

Meanwhile they send their children to the same schools in Switzerland.

Where they learn to beg:

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Christopher H. Holte 5/27/2016

This is a rewrite of what I wrote in 2013:

http://holtesthoughts.blogspot.com/2013/05/victory.html

A little smoke

Nothing like oil sands on fire to create a haze.

Might induce a bit of daze.

For the high and Mighty it might create a craze.

To wear masks or visit far away.

 

What a trifecta!

Oil and Grass and radiation.

What a wonderful way

to spread the misery across the nations.

 

Brittle bones or bad loans

different kinds of disaster

But for the stars above

they just float like the long ago Asters.

 

Thyroid nodules, radiation sickness.

Just a flu, pay it no mind!

Just a cost of doing business

Secret stuff really,

beyond my pay grade.

 

If we blow up the world,

well our bosses know what they are doing.

They wouldn't put us at harm,

would they?

 

I keep the secrets I was told to keep.

I'll carry them to my grave.

Some of them I don't even know I'm keeping

are hidden in my bones.

 

Christopher H. Holte

Inspired by this news article about the Fort Murray Fires, and my knowledge of what is stored at the Fort Murray hazardous (nuclear) waste sites: http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/edmonton/fort-mcmurray-fire-smoke-greenland-europe-1.3599812

Not my Fault

Not My Fault!

I didn't do it.

I didn't come to your aid.

So it's not my fault you failed.

 

Not my fault!

I told you it wouldn't work.

And you tried to do it anyway.

I stood nearby

and told you you would fail.

And you did.

 

See, it's not my fault.

Or is it?

 

Christopher H. Holte, 5/24/2016

Finding PLACE

The other day, there was a presentation at the Kaplan. The Powers that Be have ignored local folks. But as with the saying "An Expert is someone from out of town" they brought in some mavens from out of town, and with the input from those folks they seem to be getting closer to the right idea:

"A meeting to help shape Brunswick’s future took place Monday inside the brick shell of the four-story former Kaplon department store. About 20 business people, elected leaders and nonprofit redevelopers considered options to fill space in the city with a combination of arts venues, small stores and places to live on any income."

A little Electoral Troll humor

 

Troll Troll on the knoll

Surfing the internet

Big fat troll at the bridge

Collecting tolls from all who cross!

Don't wanna pay?

At the end of the day

You'll be roasting on a spit!

 

Run real fast! You still might pass!

And he will have a fit!

But if he catches you

He'll put you on a spit

And make you "feel the Bern"

 

Droll troll on the knoll

No sense of humor at all

Comes out at night

Full of anger

At everything in sight!

 

But if you can trap him

In a thread

He'll argue til first light

And when the sun comes up

And the light strikes him

Poor fellow, he'll turn to stone!

 

Christopher H. Holte

Winning doesn't always mean getting elected

I have friends who are Hillary supporters, and other's who are Bernie Supporters. Initially I was a Bernie supporter. I stand behind some of the same ideas as Bernie does. I like him best when he talks about ideas and defeating the Cons.

Bernie say's he's not running for President to lose the election. I admire his determination but winning isn't everything and sometimes winning a personal battle can be a Pyrrhic victory. One can take the field and lose the war for wasting resources. Sometimes one can lose a battle in order to win a war. In this case of this election the war is not a war between Bernie and Hillary. It is a war between neo-liberal "zombie economics" and progressive/ equitable notions of economy. So when he focuses on winning the election to the point of distorting the issues and attacking his allies he loses me. And he has.

But it is also about strategy. Sometimes you don't get your way right away.

Sometimes it takes patience.

The Trouble with Bernie Sanders Part II Hanlon's Razor

Hanlon's Razor

Bernie had the opportunity to bring transformative change to the Democratic Party and he's blowing it. I was going to put all this in one book length post and then I realized it was too unwieldy. The subject is too big, and there is too much to talk about. And one cause of this failure is the paranoia and anger of his so-called movement. And what is driving that movement is Hanlon's Razor.

Hanlon's razor basically states that one should avoid ascribing to malevolence what is more likely caused by stupidity. It's a corollary to Occam's razor and this is so because in observing human affairs complex narratives usually involve elaborate conspiracies or hidden motives. But human stupidity is usually the more likely cause for failure or even conflict. People misunderstand each other.