MEET THE COSMIC PSYCHOPATH FACE TO FACE May 27, 2014

We’re in for a bad time.The struggle to protect freedom is a constant worry to those who love our country.What’s most disturbing is the obvious inclusion of a dark politically religious undertone ‘the secret fundamentalism at the heart of American power’, as Jeff Sharlet wrote in his bestseller ‘The FAMILY’. it’s time to confront the Christian Mafia and the ‘murky, menacing men’ who run it. More cult than religion it rears its ugly head like some primitive beast risen from the grave to hound and confound. Barbara Ehrenreich insists we read the book but ‘not alone at night’. Heed her advice.

So powerful and insidious is this family of Nazi cultists it strains the senses to acknowledge its existence. But there is no denying Sharlet. He’s a fine writer, a respected journalist, editor, researcher and historian. His elegant ‘passionate, principled, and powerful’ expose has won praise from thinking people around the world.

Shake your head. Hide from the truth. This is the year 2014! Truths like these don’t belong. The Age of Reason can’t have died. We won the Second World War. Twenty million people died to defeat Hitler, and, surely, in the 21st century, mankind has evolved beyond the need of a mythical creature to rule and control us. A creature created with vile purpose by men of little or no worth other than the ability to use tricks of propaganda, learned at the hands of masters- Hitler, Himmler, and Goebbels- to bring it to worldwide fruition. Dead men whose design and structure of social control was too psychotic to last, became the foundation of The Fellowship Foundation’s existence.

“I thank heaven for a man like Adolph Hitler, who built a front line of defense against her anti-christ of Communism,” Frank Buchman, a foundation architect and close friend of founder, Norwegian bornNazi sympathizer, Abraham Vereide, says it all. The close ties of this group to the men who run our country goes beyond any sense the reasoning mind can comprehend.

Infused with the foreign policy of George W. Bush, confused with the teachings of Leo Strauss, Richard Perle, and Paul Wolfowitz, bemused with misty musty Americsn prayer  day-breakfast meetings, secret cells-and an army of dimwitted evangelists preaching and teaching absurdities baffle the mind.

Some of their beliefs are so foreign to the American dream it’s a wonder they’ve been able to attack, let alone breach, the wall. Hidden beneath Machiavellian lies it’s a wonder we’ve been able to hold on to any truths we hold dear. Their mind-set abhors the very idea of separation of church and state. America is to become their theocracy. No taxes for the rich, and no taxes for the church. Endless wars for god and profit. No use for public schools. America’s children are to be home schooled with books written by them. Darwin out. Creationism in. Kids brainwashed to believe these lies with cult style tactics in cult style camps. They preach an economy so twisted it has the dismal science of economics standing on its head. Poverty is a punishment of god. Greed is a virtue. It’s a cult so deeply entrenched in misogyny one can pity for the simple-minded chattel who fall into its maws. So homophobic one worries about the safety of those with other sexual preferences.

And they’re thick on Kauai.

 

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FRIENDS May 22, 2014

I am unhappy about  generalizations. You know the kind: most blondes are  dumb. To be really happy one must have a lot of  friends.

I think  about friends. I’m not a people collector. I think it may be a writer’s trait. A  brilliant writer friend, who I see seldom, says the same thing. He goes a step further, feeling he must have been adopted because his mother was such a gregarious person. I’m gregarious.  Sometimes. Sometimes not. I attribute that trait to being an only child.and moving around a lot. I attended six schools before graduating from High School.

I had a friend-at least one-in every school but did not usually carry her around with me when I moved. As a little girl, I had mostly girl friends. Boy friends? I always went steady. Didn’t shop around.  Liked one guy at a time until we broke up. I did carry one boy friends around for over sixty years. That’s because we always kept bumping  into each other in curious corners of the world. He and my husband and I graduated from the same school in Marine County. Met in Manila.  Then became neighbors on Oahu. Got to know his darling family. After my husband died and he divorced his wife, we attended our 40th high school reunion together. The only couple who had gone together in high school. He was born August 16, 1929. I was born August 15, 1930.

I took him as guest speaker to a Rotary Meeting in Poipu when he visited me on our shared 75th birth dates. When he got a year older, I sent him back.

A very successful, handsome man- Annapolis grad, Naval attaché in New Delhi, CO of Treasure Island, a Bohemian-he was a  swell guy. We fought a lot. About wars, politics and stuff. His first wife was darling.

He and his first wife recently died. I miss them.

I was never friendly with relatives. Attribute this to my vagabond life. I left the country when I was 19 and toddled about on adventures in exotic ports-La Ceiba. Quito. Zamboanga, Appari, Guayaquil.  Became acquainted with  a beautiful cousin who lives on the mainland. She visited me here. I  wish we’d met earlier. She’s some  twenty years younger than I. Her father and my father were brothers.  She attended Stanford on scholarship.

When I came back to America-to Hawai-I was thrust into a very strange  world. Suburbia USA. Then Kauai, a third world feudal state, in both of which venues I  did not belong.  I’ve been, in my life, the one everybody loved to love and the one everybody loved to hate.  Don’t know which role I loved the best.

At the moment I have one very  dear friend. He’s an editor, publisher, photographer, blogger, columnist and great guy. He loves dogs. He and his dog, Obama, have visited my jungle house. They understand my eccentricity and both, I think, are  inclined to be loners, too Know why I like him? Because he makes me feel ageless.

 

 

 

NATIONAL PRAYER DAY IN AMERICA May 1, 2014

 

“Religion, a belief system, is one of the most divisive in-group vs out-group-factors in the world. Sunday, in America, is the most segregated day of the week.

As one of the most out- spoken  non-believes on Kauai- I’m a secular humanists- I do not attend church.I do not have a religion. Or a god. Or bow my head in prayer.

This I know: we are all born  human beings. Therefor this human being sends to all human beings in the world- on National Prayer Day in America- peace and love and joy and happiness every day of your life.”

This is a copy of the letter I sent to the TGI Forum. It wasn’t published. Why?

It is stlll- in America and  around the world-considered bad form to criticize religion. Any religion. All religions. As Christopher Hedges would say, “There is an orthodoxy that renders religious criticism bad form.”

Think about religion-the three most powerful-no one is born a Jew, a Christian, a Muslim. One  is ‘created’ religious. “The religion  learned at your mother’s knee,” was often quoted by my husband’s mother, a devout Catholic. My husband was taught, from the cradle,  to believe the story. Catholics  must believe a child was born of a virgin and impregnated by god. Constantine’s Council of Nicea, AD 324 affirmed the deity of Jesus Christ and defined the relationship between the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost,  his mother, the Virgin Mary, and Emperors became Popes.

Along with this belief  goes hell and Satan, heaven and Pearly Gates,  fear, guilt, sin and, eventually, the destruction of Pagan religions with their  temples and goddesses. Then, of course, come the Dark Ages, plagues, famines, witch burnings,  inquisitions, religious wars which can, arguably,  be placed at the feet of these events.

My husband, an alter boy, ‘escaped’ when a nun told him Abraham Lincoln couldn’t go to heaven. I escaped-I was raised as a protestant in a convent-when a nun told me animals couldn’t go to heaven; and a delightful friend, a Catholic Priest, Father O’Connell,  told me I was a free soul and sent me off, with his blessing, in that direction.

Forget, the personal involvement: the point is children are taught to believe lies. I repeat, to believe lies. Think about that. You could teach a child to believe in the Easter Bunny, and threaten it with eternal punishment if it did not believe. Believers believe lies. That’s what they’re taught to do.

Christ, in the New Testament preaches peace and love, but his Father-the god of the  Old Testament -preaches death. “Every one that is found shall be thrust through, and everyone that is joined unto them shall fall by the sword and shall be dashed to pieces before their eyes, their houses shall be spoiled and their wives ravished.” (Isaiah 13:15-17}

Believe what god says, do as god says-‘smite them’- or go to hell.

As a human being I will not follow or worship such a god. Maybe my letter embarrassed believers?