When I was a child, I spake as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child:
but when I became a man, I put away
childish things. For now we see through a
glass, darkly
; but then face to face: now
I know in part; but then shall I know even
as also I am known.

A few years ago I wrote a post on my home blog with the same title, that was about the FISA “debate,” and didn’t really know the full quote from 1 Corinthians 13 verse 11 (went to Catholic schools where we didn’t have to memorize bible passages). After further reflection, this quote is even more relevant to what I’ve come to feel, namely that I did look at our national political leadership in a simplistic, and probably childish way. I thought our political leadership had our best interests at heart, when, now, it’s become crystal clear, that that couldn’t be further from the actual getting-down-to-brass-tacks-truth.

The two issues that prompted me to write this post are the Senate voting for the undebatable (thanks to Harry Reid) renewal of the three expiring sections of the Patriot Act and the House voting for Forever War

Really? Congress? Really?

War and the constitution. I don’t know what anyone else feels, but those two issues are probably the two top issues that got me so involved over the last eight years – yea, really – eight years! – an eternity in internet time. The economy; the Wall Street bailouts at the expense of the regular average American; lack of meaningful healthcare; and the myriad other issues are incredibly important, but these two, were – the – ones.

I admit, I’m not emotionless right now. Today is the day they probably forever lost me. I will never ever look at them the same. I’m looking at them with narrowed eyes. I see them through a glass darkly.

John F. Kennedy wrote Profiles in Courage to highlight the internal fortitude of great men of the past. Sadly if he wrote an update to that same book today, it would be full of blank pages.

This week Obama went to London and gave a speech that was a homage to the principles of freedom and democracy in England and the United States. I’m surprised their constitutional documents didn’t burst into flame at the sound of the rank hypocrisy.

It doesn’t matter what party you, or I, self identify with -all – of the political leadership in this country are all nothing but neoliberal-neocolonial-sociopathic-narcissists who’ll sell us out the first, and every, chance they get. It doesn’t matter that they take an oath, all that is to them, is just words, a means to an end. I don’t ever want to see another national politician telling me they stand for something when they’re just using their grandstanding as leverage for something they want and need on a personal level.

I don’t know if things can be fixed on a national level – I really don’t – not when you have people like Harry Reid making secret deals to render the little debate he allows, to be pretty much an act of futility and meaningless stagecraft. Reid’s secrecy is some kind of multidimensional cosmic joke, because the pretension of the Senate is, that they’re “The World’s Greatest Deliberative Body.” Hah! Somewhere George Carlin is giving a concert based on these imbeciles.

I can’t even list all of the issues I’ve been involved with in those eight years, but just in the past week, two groups I’m affiliated with, have run, sponsored, and/or promoted three separate events (two book signings and a concert); that’s just another way of saying, I have been involved, and think you can make a difference in effecting small changes, but changes nonetheless, even if they’re mostly local.

I think you have to separate the two. Local vs. national. I don’t know how you can’t, without going Jack Nicholson in The Shining, laughing out loud crazy, without keeping them separate.

There is hope; I ran across an old story again while going through my blog, called The Mirror. Even though I’ve given up on everyone in DC I think there is till hope on a statewide and local level. Here’s the story

For more than a thousand years, the Mirror of Souls waited for the return of magic that would awaken it and allow it to finish its work.

It waited in a closed-off room on the side of a hill in a long-forgotten city, its existence forgotten on a continent where men had been replaced by the monsters spawned of a hellish war. It slept, oblivious to the passage of time, oblivious to the change that went on all around it, oblivious to the destruction of an old order and to the chaos that followed, and to the new world that rose on the ashes of the old. For more than a thousand years, the Mirror had waited in vain.

Now, though, it glowed softly, as the faint currents of distant magic began to wash against it, and within the shimmering depths of its central well, shadows stirred. That far-off spellcasting—still too weak to rouse the lost Artifact to wakefulness—sufficed to permit it to dream.

Within the reborn stream of magical energy, the Mirror began to dream of the past that remained its present. It dreamed of the ghosts of the great men and women held within its memory. It dreamed of a world lost and forgotten, of wonders no longer imaginable, of secrets buried in the rubble of a world that no longer existed. It dreamed of the task that it had left undone for a thousand years.

Undone. But not forgotten.

The Mirror yearned to waken, and to complete the task for which it had been created.

~ Author Unknown

Now, back to “the leaders” in Washington. Screw you Democrats. And Screw you Republicans.

You people make me sick

The song is Falling Away From Me by Korn, and it’s about breaking away from your abusive parents