Which Came First – Violence or Weaponry? a.k.a. Human Query # 49,283

I firmly believe in the fact that guns don’t kill people, people who utilize guns to kill other people do. I mean, would it be better if we used knives or baseball bats to murder each other instead? Would it be the knife or the bat that killed people then? That said, I don’t understand why, if you are using a gun for anything other than a nefarious cause, you should not register it as being yours. Or have bullets and other arms linked back to you if you bought them. But, above all, I cannot fathom why any civilized society needs to make arms that can rip people apart limb from limb.

Then again, I agree with the second amendment and fear the day when our government will illegalize our carrying guns while their soldiers can. Guns were intended to protect us from the power-mongering element in ourselves. What if the government has a list of who has guns and who doesn’t and uses that to our disadvantage? Scary thoughts, yet things to be considered. On the other hand, I would shoot my own hand off if given charge of a handgun, knowing my klutziness and nervousness when it pertains to anything violence-related, and should never be put behind a firearm. There is no way I can go hunting.

An odd thing that Michael Moore said once: There are about as many guns and gun owners in Canada as there are in this country. Yet, they don’t have nearly as many gun-related deaths as we do. Hmmmm … are we that messed up and violent of a nation? Me fear so.

Oh wait, almost half of us (and Jeb and the Supreme Court) elected Cowboy Shrub to sit in the Oval Office and put him in charge of the world’s biggest joystick. Run!

Culture Review: The Dance Of SAFMOD

Portions of this article pertaining to Indian dance were published under the title “Sujatha Srinivasan dances for peace” in the October 2003 edition of Kutcheribuzz.com This is the full version.

At a time when every newspaper and television set heralds disaster, war, and some of the worst aspects of human nature, one often wonders where the good in us exists. Are we but instinctual creatures driven by fear and loathing? Or are we better than that, stronger than that, and more soulful than we lead ourselves to believe? Correspondingly, can we ever get along as beings of the same planet?

An experience such as CultureFlex presented by SAFMOD to launch Danceworks 2003 of the Cleveland Public Theater could not have come at a better time. Filled with cross-cultural and cross-disciplinary performances, the show displayed through pure art that it is alright for us to care for each other and the world around, and that the creative intensity within us still remains, hurt and sad, but nevertheless unmarred and undefeated.

What seemed like equally-spaced garbage bags greeted us from the dark stage at the beginning of the program. As these lumps began to writhe and emerge from their cocoons, I realized that they were the dancers themselves initially contorted to represent seeds in the ground that germinate and gain height as they are nourished with increasing light. Dressed in painted body suits, these physically-buff dancers writhed and twisted on stage to the extent that it blurred the distinction between their dance and plant growth. The troupe’s innovation showed as a few dancers glided onto the stage on stilts as redwoods, and others mangled their bodies further into balls, their arms and feet sticking out, representing nothing other than bushes with branches and leaves. The only word that repeated in my head was “wow” – what a creative and painstaking way to get an audience to identify with nature!

Another word that kept coming up was “versatile.” Not ones to box themselves into the category of minimalist acrobats, the next couple of numbers expressed the fresh faces and diversity of the entire dance company. The first of these was a youthful Maypole-esque piece – we can all live together one one planet and be happy – in colorful costumes. Fibonacci had me interested and tapping my toes from start to finish, as it showcased the main percussionist and his mathematically-precise skill with a gata (overturned earthen pot). Wonder how many in the audience realized that it was the Fibonacci sequence set to drum and dance.

Even after the intermission of heady wine, the piece entitled Ahimsa had my full attention. While being biased towards art forms that aesthetically fuse cultures and art philosophies, I particularly laud the choreographers of this piece for their ingenuity and collaboration. For an artist to share his or her artistic expression with another, without compromising its integrity in any way, shape or form, is a tribute to the artist as well as to the art form. Bharathanatyam dancer, Sujatha Srinivasan and Western Modern dancer, Young Park combined their expertise and their fellow dancers to create something of beauty and of meaning.

When people wish to kill one another over land, money, and religion, it was heartening to see that we can come together, work together, and live and play in harmony. This is the way the world should be; Ahimsa and the entire CultureFlex program imparted that message to us. It is gatherings such as this one that will give way to the understanding and peace that this world so deeply deserves.

Jello Biafra Speaks To Madison, WI On October 26, 2002

The crowd at American punker-turned-activist, Jello Biafra’s spoken word show at the Barrymore Theatre on Madison’s eastside was VERY liberal, and I don’t mean in the Democrat sense of the word. This was a pure common-sense vibe that sparked good humor. A number of Gore-type Democrats, too, comprised the audience and some of them, including my friend Kurt, were in denial of some of the things Jello had to say. But I sat him down later and asked him exactly how a homogeneous Republicrat Congress is going to serve our nation with debate, fairness, and oposition.

I think it was good for EVERYONE to hear what Jello had to say, especially when he advised us never to be turned off by folks who are holier than us, more liberal than us, more spirited than us, more vegan than us, more politically-oriented than us, or more outraged than us. He warned of the ‘mousetrap effect’ when you go so radically far beyond what you can handle and then you can’t take it anymore, and the mousetrap swings 180 degrees and you are at the other end of the spectrum, where you didn’t want to be in the first place. (Take the example of the 60s when it was COOL to be out there, far out, and against the man. Some folks did it because it was fashionable, went with the tide, and then 20 years later, ended up as conservative minivan-driving suburban housewives.) So, he told us to do what was in our capacity and that will be a great start. Great advice for aspiring activists who intend to make it a lifelong passion and not a college habit.

The mention of Paul Wellstone’s death and life achievements silenced the entire crowd, while Jello lauded him as the last clean guy in Congress. He said it was a big loss for women’s rights, but then turned around and negated his earlier words by warning us that even Wellstone wasn’t the squeakiest clean because there was quite a bit of dirt out there on him, too. Detail wasn’t gone into about Wellstone’s dirty laundry, but his death was mourned all the same. Something about, “Here’s to Wellstone!”

A long time was spent going over the ludicrous goings-on inside The Loop these days, like the emergence out of the cupboard and dusting off of creatures long considered dead (or imprisoned) such as Donald Rumsfeld, John Poindexter, Paul Wolfovitz, and the new old lineup currently behind Bush Jr. For some reason, Jello was really pissed off during several angry mentions of Coi-Telpro outrages, but that could just be a particular sore point. Also on the black list were the RIAA and the ‘Parental Advisory – Explicit Lyrics’ stunt that Tipper Gore pulled with the parental Music Resource Center, under the guise of being a liberal individual. (Being friends with Mrs. James Baker to advance the same hideous cause is not cool!)

Not to squander his moment in the spotlight, entertainer that he is, Jello spent a fair amount of time bitching about the band minus Jello that now tours as the Dead Kennedys, replete with a new lead singer and all. Also the cause of much of Jello’s chagrin was the fact that ‘Holiday In Cambodia’ had been performed recently by the new DKs after being dedicated to our fearless troops in Afghanistan. Were the new Deeks being tongue-in-cheek or catering to the New American Order? Jello thinks it is the latter.

I purchased his latest spoken word album aptly titled, “Machine Gun In The Clown’s Hand” (Osama and Shrub in Ronald McDonald and Mickey Mouse outfits, with machine guns in their hands – Jello, you kill me!) and his speeches were extracts from a lot of his previous spoken word albums as well as this one. Some of the stuff Jello said are perfect facsimiles of what is already on his website. He did say some things about the Peace Rally on October 26th (which Madison did have one of, by the way) and how Madison is a great town for being out there and supporting anti-war efforts. According to Jello, the greatest thing we have to offer as Americans is to congregate and protest against atrocity, and that that is a characteristic we should never lose. Specific to our state was a bit of Tommy Thompson trashing and ragging on our gubernatorial race a little bit, but that’s not something we didn’t already know about. I think the best thing that came out of that was that it sealed my decision of whom I am going to vote for, and it is not Doyle the Democratic candidate. Nor is it Scott McCallum, our current Mickey Mouse governor, the dreg of Tommy’s term, who is so bad even his corporate sponsors are backing out.

The subtext of this whole above paragraph being that if you want to listen to the majority of what he said, go to the Alternative Tentacles site, and buy his latest album that I mention above. It’s ripping good stuff, and the artwork is superb! I guarantee that you will roll laughing!

Having Jello in Madison was a wonderful infusion of spirit and the do-good (not just be-good) mentality. Who cannot be amused by his annoyingly nasal, grating voice saying a lot of things you wish you had come up with? The Rush Limbaugh of the liberal world he is not (thank god, for that would render us all Jelloheads, and in more ways than one!), but it is great to have him on the side that I prefer in this fight between progress and the insanity that threatens to consume it. Onwards, Jello!

More Thoughts On Literacy In America

A discussion on American literacy between D and me:

How literate is the adult population?

Literacy Stats Galore

Very few adults in the U.S. are truly illiterate. Rather, there are many adults with low literacy skills who lack the foundation they need to find and keep decent jobs, support their children’s education and participate actively in civic life. Between 21 and 23 percent of the adult population or approximately 44 million people, according to the National Adult Literacy Survey (NALS), scored in Level 1 (see description in website listed above). Another 25-28 percent of the adult population, or between 45 and 50 million people, scored in Level 2. Literacy experts believe that adults with skills at Levels 1 and 2 lack a sufficient foundation of basic skills to function successfully in our society.

That’s 21-23% plus 25-28% = 46 to 52% of adults who cannot function successfully in American society.

Also, check out National Assessment of Adult Literacy which is a branch of the US Dept. of Education.

You said “x% of Americans are illiterate”.

illiterate
adj.
a. Unable to read and write.
b. Having little or no formal education.

Your data shows they are not illiterate. You Did Not Say “they lack a sufficient foundation of basic (reading) skills to function successfully in our society.” I agree with that statement. I see these as two different points because there are countries that have a significant percent of truly illiterate people in their population.

“Knowing the path is different from walking the path.”

illiterate = not knowing there is a path
literate but not a skilled reader = knowing there’s a path but not walking it
literate and a skilled reader = walking the path

Your definition above includes having little formal education. Yes, those 48-52% have little formal education. There are countries that have a large number of truly illiterate people, and these people share the same economic capability as those in America who “lack a sufficient foundation of basic (reading) skills to function successfully in our society.” So how much better off are Americans with little formal education who perform the same unskilled labor as people in developing nations?

There is also a category of knowing and walking which is “knowing there’s a path and not being able to walk it.” That is illiteracy in America.

In that light, isn’t it horrendous that ~50% of Americans cannot function as little more than the servicebots of society? That number in itself should scare the wits out of us. What a revolutionary force we could really be if our government would spend more money on literacy, which is the cornerstone of the free world, and not on funding futile wars in foreign countries which are ultimately meaningless! Maybe if more people could read and think for themselves, they would realize that human beings are not as different as they think.

No one in power wants this. They never have.

Wouldn’t people in power want a better society within which to function?

September 11: Enough Day

Dubya, acting upon a joint resolution of Congress, has declared September 11 to be Patriot Day. According to his proclamation, we’re supposed to “…observe this day with appropriate ceremonies and activities…” and to “…display the flag at half-staff from their homes and observe a moment of silence at 8:46 a.m. EDT,” this in honor of the Americans who died in the terrorist attack.

You know, personally, I think this idea is just awful and inappropriate. I have a better idea, so I’m making a proclamation of my own, which of course is completely unendorsed by any US politicians I’m aware of. I’m declaring September 11 “International Enough Day.” Enough flag-waving, enough violence, enough nationalism. Enough already! September 11 was not an American tragedy… it was a human tragedy. It was a tragedy not just for the people in the US who died, but for every innocent person killed as a result of the US reaction to the attacks as well. It was a tragedy for the human spirit, regardless of nationality, religion, and anything else.

On September 11, let’s say “Enough.” No more killing. Let’s remember not only the victims of the hijacked airplanes in the US, but of the embassy bombings in Kenya and Tanzania in 1998. Let’s remember all the Israelis killed by Palestinian bombers and all the Palestinians killed by Israeli troops. Let’s remember all the innocent people slain by Union Carbide in Bhopal, India in 1984. Let’s take the day to contemplate the people who’ve been victims of genocidal warfare in Africa, and the ones who’ve starved to death because of political games as well.

Let’s remember the victims of the Holocaust and of the firebombing of Dresden, too. Let’s not forget those who were slain in the Mai Lai Massacre. Instead of waving the flag of one nation and thinking only about our own dead, let’s make September 11 a day to remember all the people who’ve died at the hands of someone else’s political agenda through no fault of their own, and let’s say enough. We should stand up and disavow this, no matter what country we’re in, no matter what religion we are, no matter our political affiliation or status or race or anything else.

If we had a moment of silence marking the time of every atrocity ever committed in the name of nationalism, religion … every atrocity committed in the name of the artificial borders that try to make us forget that we’re all human, all in this together, all fragile creatures whose lives can be snuffed out in an instant through no fault of our own … then we would never speak again.

So we here in America should, I think, observe September 11 as the day when the nightmares that humans around the world have been living with for decades came lumbering ashore on the East Coast of the US. We should see it for what it is; the day the US truly experienced the horror that rings like a bell around the globe, from South America to the Middle East to Micronesia, the day we joined the human race at a most profound and fundamental level.

There should be no “Patriot Day,” no day to further emphasize that we’re different. Instead, let’s say “Enough.” Enough of putting the interests of any one nation above the interests of the human race. Enough dwelling on our small differences. Enough killing each other over them. Enough hate, enough fear, enough hunger, enough violence, enough bombing, enough enough enough ENOUGH.

We should each find our own way of expressing this. A moment of silence… or perhaps a day of silence. Meditation, art, whatever it is that you do… do it. Take the day to celebrate the lives of all of us — wherever we’re from and whatever we believe – who are still here, and
think on those – wherever they were, whenever they were and whatever they were – who weren’t so lucky.

Take the day to remember the fragility of human life and all the nightmares wrought by those who wanted to impose their will upon the whole of humanity. Commit no act of violence, however small. Let go of any hatred and prejudice and thirst for revenge and, for one day, see yourself in the other and the other in yourself. Do whatever you do, and do it to say ENOUGH. and let’s pray that GOD BLESS ALL HUMANITY… not just America!

Jeezus, Worldcom!

Can you believe I woke up to this on NPR this morning?

WorldCom Finds $3.3 Billion More in Irregularities
“WorldCom, which sought bankruptcy protection last month, said that it had uncovered $3.3 billion in additional accounting irregularities.”

“Oh look, here’s a receipt I forgot to include on the balance sheet…”

Karma Points

With all that has been happening to me in Texas recently (car problem, phone problem, computer network crashes, cell phone problem, stepping on fireant hill, sinus hell), I was just discussing with someone the possibility of my being a karmic defect. Rejected from the realm of good luck, as such.

There are those less fortunate than us. Life has nice timing with respect to reminding me of this truth. While learning to fly today, a poor baby buzzard fell out of its nest from a very high floor of this office skyscraper. Its mom was nowhere in sight and it rocked back and forth, completely flustered, poking at the first-floor glass wall with its beak, while some mucus-like gel came oozing out of its olfactory area. To top it all, passers-by simply stood on the nice, airconditioned side of the glass wall, pointed at the bird and cooed, “Aaaaaaw, poor thing. Someone should do something about it.” Well, I felt so bad for the bird that I kept an eye on it for a while, found the building services people, got them to see if the critter was injured, and made them call animal control to attend to the poor thing. The problem is that if adult buzzards see a weak or dead member even of its own kind, they go after it as food. This guy looked too cute and fuzzy to leave him to such a fate.

So, I’ll quit whining. At least, I didn’t fall 14 or so floors and have to stumble around in thistle bushes with no mother to reclaim me. I’m owed some points now.