Thursday, 21 March 2013

At last a letter...

for you George and Dick! And Tony!


A Message to George W. Bush and Dick Cheney From a Dying Veteran

To: George W. Bush and Dick Cheney
From: Thomas Young

I write this letter on the 10th anniversary of the Iraq War on behalf of my fellow Iraq War veterans. I write this letter on behalf of the 4,488 soldiers and Marines who died in Iraq. I write this letter on behalf of the hundreds of thousands of veterans who have been wounded and on behalf of those whose wounds, physical and psychological, have destroyed their lives. I am one of those gravely wounded. I was paralyzed in an insurgent ambush in 2004 in Sadr City. My life is coming to an end. I am living under hospice care.

I write this letter on behalf of husbands and wives who have lost spouses, on behalf of children who have lost a parent, on behalf of the fathers and mothers who have lost sons and daughters and on behalf of those who care for the many thousands of my fellow veterans who have brain injuries. I write this letter on behalf of those veterans whose trauma and self-revulsion for what they have witnessed, endured and done in Iraq have led to suicide and on behalf of the active-duty soldiers and Marines who commit, on average, a suicide a day. I write this letter on behalf of the some 1 million Iraqi dead and on behalf of the countless Iraqi wounded. I write this letter on behalf of us all—the human detritus your war has left behind, those who will spend their lives in unending pain and grief.

I write this letter, my last letter, to you, Mr. Bush and Mr. Cheney. I write not because I think you grasp the terrible human and moral consequences of your lies, manipulation and thirst for wealth and power. I write this letter because, before my own death, I want to make it clear that I, and hundreds of thousands of my fellow veterans, along with millions of my fellow citizens, along with hundreds of millions more in Iraq and the Middle East, know fully who you are and what you have done. You may evade justice but in our eyes you are each guilty of egregious war crimes, of plunder and, finally, of murder, including the murder of thousands of young Americans—my fellow veterans—whose future you stole.

Your positions of authority, your millions of dollars of personal wealth, your public relations consultants, your privilege and your power cannot mask the hollowness of your character. You sent us to fight and die in Iraq after you, Mr. Cheney, dodged the draft in Vietnam, and you, Mr. Bush, went AWOL from your National Guard unit. Your cowardice and selfishness were established decades ago. You were not willing to risk yourselves for our nation but you sent hundreds of thousands of young men and women to be sacrificed in a senseless war with no more thought than it takes to put out the garbage.

I joined the Army two days after the 9/11 attacks. I joined the Army because our country had been attacked. I wanted to strike back at those who had killed some 3,000 of my fellow citizens. I did not join the Army to go to Iraq, a country that had no part in the September 2001 attacks and did not pose a threat to its neighbors, much less to the United States. I did not join the Army to “liberate” Iraqis or to shut down mythical weapons-of-mass-destruction facilities or to implant what you cynically called “democracy” in Baghdad and the Middle East. I did not join the Army to rebuild Iraq, which at the time you told us could be paid for by Iraq’s oil revenues. Instead, this war has cost the United States over $3 trillion. I especially did not join the Army to carry out pre-emptive war. Pre-emptive war is illegal under international law. And as a soldier in Iraq I was, I now know, abetting your idiocy and your crimes. The Iraq War is the largest strategic blunder in U.S. history. It obliterated the balance of power in the Middle East. It installed a corrupt and brutal pro-Iranian government in Baghdad, one cemented in power through the use of torture, death squads and terror. And it has left Iran as the dominant force in the region. On every level—moral, strategic, military and economic—Iraq was a failure. And it was you, Mr. Bush and Mr. Cheney, who started this war. It is you who should pay the consequences.

I would not be writing this letter if I had been wounded fighting in Afghanistan against those forces that carried out the attacks of 9/11. Had I been wounded there I would still be miserable because of my physical deterioration and imminent death, but I would at least have the comfort of knowing that my injuries were a consequence of my own decision to defend the country I love. I would not have to lie in my bed, my body filled with painkillers, my life ebbing away, and deal with the fact that hundreds of thousands of human beings, including children, including myself, were sacrificed by you for little more than the greed of oil companies, for your alliance with the oil sheiks in Saudi Arabia, and your insane visions of empire.

I have, like many other disabled veterans, suffered from the inadequate and often inept care provided by the Veterans Administration. I have, like many other disabled veterans, come to realize that our mental and physical wounds are of no interest to you, perhaps of no interest to any politician. We were used. We were betrayed. And we have been abandoned. You, Mr. Bush, make much pretense of being a Christian. But isn’t lying a sin? Isn’t murder a sin? Aren’t theft and selfish ambition sins? I am not a Christian. But I believe in the Christian ideal. I believe that what you do to the least of your brothers you finally do to yourself, to your own soul.

My day of reckoning is upon me. Yours will come. I hope you will be put on trial. But mostly I hope, for your sakes, that you find the moral courage to face what you have done to me and to many, many others who deserved to live. I hope that before your time on earth ends, as mine is now ending, you will find the strength of character to stand before the American public and the world, and in particular the Iraqi people, and beg for forgiveness.


Carpe diem!


Saturday, 17 November 2012

The Ship of Fools...

... lost and last?






I am sorry for those of you who do not understand German; you would be listening to a precise description of us fools on one of those lost last ships...


The helmsman lies, the captain is fully drunk
the machinist lost in his nagging lethargy.
The crew a bunch of dirty crooks,
the radio coward too scared to morse SOS,
hobgoblin in command of this ship of fools,
full speed ahead and tack the reef1
...


Found this translation in the web, admitted, it is not an easy task to put Reinhard Mey's verses following his message into another language:

Reinhard Mey – Ship of Fools – Das Narrenschiff

Mercury falls, the signs indicating storm,
Bloody diggling and nagging from the command tower
And dull grinding sounds roll from the machine.
And rolling and pounding and heavy sea,
The on board the chapel plays "Humbataeterae",
And a mad laughter penetrates from the latrine.
The charge is putridly, the papers fictitious,
The bilge pumps leaky and the section walls blocked,
The hatches far open and all alarm bells ring.
The waves hit head high in the loading bay
And St Elms fire licks from the bay deck,
Yet nobody on board can read the signs!

The first mate lies, the captain is drunk
And the machinist sunk into a dull lethargy
The crew just loud perjured rascals,
The radio operator too cowardly to send an SOS
Kobolds are leading the fool's ship
Full steam ahead for the Reef!

On the horizon the signs of the time create lightning
Baseness and greed and vanity.
On the bridge numskulls gawk and romp about.
In the murky deep the sharp serrated shark fishes,
Bringing his catch in the dry, along the tax,
On the sand bank, with the well known treasure island.
The other money launderers and pimps who are already waiting
Brothel king, play machine baron,
In the bright light, nobody is to be in the darkness
In the banana republic, even the president
Has lost shame and knows no scruples,
Dresses up with the tax thief in the suite.

The first mate lies, the captain is drunk
And the machinist sunk into a dull lethargy
The crew just loud perjured rascals,
The radio operator too cowardly to send an SOS
Kobolds are leading the fool's ship
Full steam ahead for the Reef!

One has made himself smooth, one has positioned.
All high ideals have been damaged,
And the big rebel, who did not become too tired to argue,
Mutates to a servile, poisoned gnome
And sings lamb like devout before the bad old man in Rome
His songs, for truth: Times are changing!
Once young savages are pliant, devout and tame,
Bought, anaesthetised and wing lame,
With little velvet paws traded for the once so sharp claws.
And futile old men present perky to themselves
Always with a lot of too young women on the upper deck,
That warm their floppy limbs and spoon feed them with pre-chewed food.

The first mate lies, the captain is drunk
And the machinist sunk into a dull lethargy
The crew just loud perjured rascals,
The radio operator too cowardly to send an SOS
Kobolds are leading the fool's ship
Full steam ahead for the Reef!

They arm against the enemy, an enemy that has been here for a long time
He has his hand on your throat, standing behind you.
In protection of the paragraphs he mixes marked maps.
Everybody can see it, but everybody looks away,
And the shady character emerges from his hiding place
And crosses fire before all eyes in the kindergarten.
The lookout shouts from the highest mast: End of time in sight!
As petrified as they are they hear him not.
They move like lemmings in mindless hordes.
It is, as if all have lost their minds,
Itself to the fall and to the purge committed,
And a willo' the wisp became their beacon.

The first mate lies, the captain is drunk
And the machinist sunk into a dull lethargy
The crew just loud perjured rascals,
The radio operator too cowardly to send an SOS
Kobolds are leading the fool's ship
Full steam ahead for the Reef!


Here the German original: Das Narrenschiff

Das Quecksilber fällt, die Zeichen stehen auf Sturm,
nur blödes Kichern und Keifen vom Kommandoturm
und ein dumpfes Mahlen grollt aus der Maschine.
Und rollen und Stampfen und schwere See,
die Bordkapelle spielt „Humbatäterä",
und ein irres Lachen dringt aus der Latrine.
Die Ladung ist faul, die Papiere fingiert,d
die Lenzpumpen leck und die Schotten blockiert,
die Luken weit offen und alle Alarmglocken läuten.
Die Seen schlagen mannshoch in den Laderaum
und Elmsfeuer züngeln vom Ladebaum,
doch keiner an Bord vermag die Zeichen zu deuten!

Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken,
die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken,
der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken.
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs auf's Riff.

Am Horizont wetterleuchten die Zeichen der Zeit:
Niedertracht und Raffsucht und Eitelkeit.
Auf der Brücke tummeln sich Tölpel und Einfaltspinsel.
Im Trüben fischt der scharfgezahnte Hai,
bringt seinen Fang ins Trockne, an der Steuer vorbei,
auf die Sandbank, bei der wohlbekannten Schatzinsel.
Die andern Zuhälter und Geldwäscher, die warten schon,
Bordellkönig, Spielautomatenbaron,
im hellen Licht, niemand muß sich im Dunkeln rumdrücken
in der Bananenrepublik, wo selbst der Präsident
die Scham verloren hat und keine Skrupel kennt,
sich mit dem Steuerdieb im Gefolge zu schmücken.

Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken,
die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken,
der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken.
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs auf's Riff.

Man hat sich glatt gemacht, man hat sich arrangiert.
All die hohen Ideale sind havariert,
und der große Rebell, der nicht müd' wurde zu streiten,
mutiert zu einem servilen, gift'gen Gnom
und singt lammfromm vor dem schlimmen alten Mann in Rom
seine Lieder, fürwahr: Es ändern sich die Zeiten!
Einst junge Wilde sind gefügig, fromm und zahm,
gekauft, narkotisiert und flügellahm,
tauschen Samtpfötchen für die einst so scharfen Klauen.
Und eitle Greise präsentier'n sich keck
mit immer viel zu jungen Frauen auf dem Oberdeck,
die ihre schlaffen Glieder wärmen und ihnen das Essen vorkauen.

Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken,
die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken,
der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken.
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs auf's Riff.

Sie rüsten gegen den Feind, doch der Feind ist längst hier.
Er hat die Hand an deiner Gurgel, er steht hinter dir.
Im Schutz der Paragraphen mischt er die gezinkten Karten.
Jeder kann es sehen, aber alle sehen weg,
und der Dunkelmann kommt aus seinem Versteck
und dealt unter aller Augen vor dem Kindergarten.
Der Ausguck ruft vom höchsten Mast: Endzeit in Sicht!
Doch sie sind wie versteinert und sie hören ihn nicht.
Sie zieh'n wie Lemminge in willenlosen Horden.
Es ist, als hätten alle den Verstand verlor'n,
sich zum Niedergang und zum Verfall verschwor'n,
und ein Irrlicht ist ihr Leuchtfeuer geworden.

Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken,
die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken,
der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken.
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs auf's Riff.


Carpe diem!


Thursday, 15 November 2012

Passive Passion...

... a summary of what is PassivHaus


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Passive Passion trailer from Charlie Hoxie on Vimeo.


You can watch the full video here.

Carpe diem!




Sunday, 28 October 2012

Sceptic Doubts


Scepticism's expertise...




... going down the up escalator!


That does remind me of Escher's staircase...



 


Carpe diem!



Thursday, 19 July 2012

Euro! Stop here!

Any day longer will make it worse!
Much worse!



Prior to have to live through an explosion of this Unified European Currency and see the European Union become a battlefield I demand this stupid adventure to be stopped here and now!

At the moment we might have a smallish chance left to settle this suicidal experiment in a controlled and organized way. Any day longer this "Einheitswährung" as it is called in Germany, the "Unity-Currency" of something that is far from being a Unity, is strangling those totally unequal economies and peoples it will become worse; worse than any cut could be today!

Unemployment rates in the South soar with young people under 25 reaching 55% in places, overall a >25% rate of unemployment in Greece, Spain, Portugal, soon Italy are only what we will see next in other states and France, The Netherlands, even the UK once the bread and games are over with. And shortly thereafter in Germany! Combined with severe cuts into training and education all this is the recipe for extreme social pressure and economical depression of unseen dimensions; industrial output shrinks at record rates all over Europe and that is not machinery and production slowing down but complete plants shut off and people send to hell; that hell of trying to find a job in an environment that does not create labour but exported and exports any job possible for the sake of boosting wholesale markups until retail collapses along with purchase power.

If there is any intelligence left in Europe it should, it must act now; neither a bank-union, bank banks, ultra low or even negative interest rates nor any of these stunningly ignorant and all the same money-printing-Ponzi-bonanzas will solve the disaster that one currency pulled over what was an unprepared, inhomogeneous Europe, not unified economically, not legally, not socially, has caused.

As to Pound Sterling people will say it is good where it is, strong and an independent alternative, so why call for the Euro to be ended? The Pound is only so strong like the Euro is weak, independence is history and UK is still part of the Eurasian continent.

The Euro must end here! Der Euro muß weg!


Carpe diem!




Friday, 13 July 2012

LIBOR

... the interbanking scam!



I remember the lines of bankers I had to deal with in the past which would criticise my business plan as to not being profitable enough; 25% or 30% margins were expected otherwise, why bother?! After this we all understand the motivations:








While some try to save money going DIY others use DIY in a much more profound way; it is criminal, but who cares in a world where all those foxes put themselves in charge of all those hen houses; they set their margins themselves; monopoly at its best; this cartel doesn't even need breakfast.
This breakfast refers to a so-called breakfast-cartel of the German light bulb industry where the main producers met one morning in April 1899 and agreed to raise prices by 10% - during that breakfast they agreed on who would say what, go first, follow up, etc. Of course, this was and is declared illegal, but how good are declarations when mainstream has those for lunch?

In above video Mr Booth, representing the Institute of Economic Affairs, is masterfully trying to not answer any question in detail which seems to be the goal of this IEA, while this perky Mr Reid speaks for the one and only ICFR, International Centre for Financial Regulation, the "... only independent, non-partisan organisation to be exclusively focused on best practice in all aspects of financial regulation internationally." as you can read here.

But then you should see the list of those independent Founder Members here. If you see UBS, Barclays, Her Majesty's Government or Morgan Stanley, etc. on that list you are not nuts! Calm down, you are just watching the scam having breakfast! Simon Johnson: The Market Has Spoken...

This does not leave me and my business plans with any hope. Banksters! I recommend you reading the interview with James K. Galbraith, March 2009, three years ago!!!

…as long as the old management is in place, there are no incentives to cooperate in the evaluation you need to make.

There was clearly a systematic failure. But that does not mean there was no criminal energy around.

When a bank is insolvent, the incentives for normal banking practice disappear. They become perverse.


WHEN  will we finally see things change? What a stupid question!


Carpe diem!



We will adapt to that...

...a nice, comforting line:







Carpe diem!




Thursday, 17 May 2012

much more than a SIP...

The HANSE HAUS wallstructure explained:





Carpe diem!





Sunday, 15 April 2012

I started a joke...

which started the whole world crying:




Thank you Robin!

Carpe diem!



Thursday, 5 April 2012

Chapeau! Guenter!

German writer and
Nobel laureate Gunter Grass...



is much to the anger of German, Jewish, hence, large parts of the global mainstream criticising what needs criticism. Here are the German words of his poem, "Was gesagt werden muß", i.e. "What must be said" published in Sueddeutsche Zeitung and the New York Times; I am yet trying to find an English translation; I speak both languages and foresee not only problems translating Mr. Grass' intentions!
 

Warum schweige ich, verschweige zu lange,
was offensichtlich ist und in Planspielen
geübt wurde, an deren Ende als Überlebende
wir allenfalls Fußnoten sind.
Es ist das behauptete Recht auf den Erstschlag,
der das von einem Maulhelden unterjochte
und zum organisierten Jubel gelenkte
iranische Volk auslöschen könnte,
weil in dessen Machtbereich der Bau
einer Atombombe vermutet wird.
Doch warum untersage ich mir,
jenes andere Land beim Namen zu nennen,
in dem seit Jahren - wenn auch geheimgehalten -
ein wachsend nukleares Potential verfügbar
aber außer Kontrolle, weil keiner Prüfung
zugänglich ist?
Das allgemeine Verschweigen dieses Tatbestandes,
dem sich mein Schweigen untergeordnet hat,
empfinde ich als belastende Lüge
und Zwang, der Strafe in Aussicht stellt,
sobald er mißachtet wird;
das Verdikt "Antisemitismus" ist geläufig.
Jetzt aber, weil aus meinem Land,
das von ureigenen Verbrechen,
die ohne Vergleich sind,
Mal um Mal eingeholt und zur Rede gestellt wird,
wiederum und rein geschäftsmäßig, wenn auch
mit flinker Lippe als Wiedergutmachung deklariert,
ein weiteres U-Boot nach Israel
geliefert werden soll, dessen Spezialität
darin besteht, allesvernichtende Sprengköpfe
dorthin lenken zu können, wo die Existenz
einer einzigen Atombombe unbewiesen ist,
doch als Befürchtung von Beweiskraft sein will,
sage ich, was gesagt werden muß.
Warum aber schwieg ich bislang?
Weil ich meinte, meine Herkunft,
die von nie zu tilgendem Makel behaftet ist,
verbiete, diese Tatsache als ausgesprochene Wahrheit
dem Land Israel, dem ich verbunden bin
und bleiben will, zuzumuten.
Warum sage ich jetzt erst,
gealtert und mit letzter Tinte:
Die Atommacht Israel gefährdet
den ohnehin brüchigen Weltfrieden?
Weil gesagt werden muß,
was schon morgen zu spät sein könnte;
auch weil wir - als Deutsche belastet genug -
Zulieferer eines Verbrechens werden könnten,
das voraussehbar ist, weshalb unsere Mitschuld
durch keine der üblichen Ausreden
zu tilgen wäre.
Und zugegeben: ich schweige nicht mehr,
weil ich der Heuchelei des Westens
überdrüssig bin; zudem ist zu hoffen,
es mögen sich viele vom Schweigen befreien,
den Verursacher der erkennbaren Gefahr
zum Verzicht auf Gewalt auffordern und
gleichfalls darauf bestehen,
daß eine unbehinderte und permanente Kontrolle
des israelischen atomaren Potentials
und der iranischen Atomanlagen
durch eine internationale Instanz
von den Regierungen beider Länder zugelassen wird.
Nur so ist allen, den Israelis und Palästinensern,
mehr noch, allen Menschen, die in dieser
vom Wahn okkupierten Region
dicht bei dicht verfeindet leben
und letztlich auch uns zu helfen.

Update: here a translation taken from theguardian:

What must be said
Why have I kept silent, held back so long,
on something openly practiced in
war games, at the end of which those of us
who survive will at best be footnotes?
It's the alleged right to a first strike
that could destroy an Iranian people
subjugated by a loudmouth
and gathered in organized rallies,
because an atom bomb may be being
developed within his arc of power.
Yet why do I hesitate to name
that other land in which
for years—although kept secret—
a growing nuclear power has existed
beyond supervision or verification,
subject to no inspection of any kind?
This general silence on the facts,
before which my own silence has bowed,
seems to me a troubling lie, and compels
me toward a likely punishment
the moment it's flouted:
the verdict "Anti-semitism" falls easily.
But now that my own country,
brought in time after time
for questioning about its own crimes,
profound and beyond compare,
is said to be the departure point,
(on what is merely business,
though easily declared an act of reparation)
for yet another submarine equipped
to transport nuclear warheads
to Israel, where not a single atom bomb
has yet been proved to exist, with fear alone
the only evidence, I'll say what must be said.
But why have I kept silent till now?
Because I thought my own origins,
Tarnished by a stain that can never be removed,
meant I could not expect Israel, a land
to which I am, and always will be, attached,
to accept this open declaration of the truth.
Why only now, grown old,
and with what ink remains, do I say:
Israel's atomic power endangers
an already fragile world peace?
Because what must be said
may be too late tomorrow;
and because—burdend enough as Germans—
we may be providing material for a crime
that is foreseeable, so that our complicity
wil not be expunged by any
of the usual excuses.
And granted: I've broken my silence
because I'm sick of the West's hypocrisy;
and I hope too that many may be freed
from their silence, may demand
that those responsible for the open danger
we face renounce the use of force,
may insist that the governments of
both Iran and Israel allow an international authority
free and open inspection of
the nuclear potential and capability of both.
No other course offers help
to Israelis and Palestinians alike,
to all those living side by side in emnity
in this region occupied by illusions,
and ultimately, to all of us.

Günter Grass

Translated by Breon Mitchell

The discussion has begun, as expected, revealing mainstream's predominance as to the truth is in the one and only main stream, only. And Germans must say nothing, anyway, while the many not speaking German know it all.

Respect Mr. Grass! I sincerely hope your last ink lasts long!


Carpe diem!