ANONYMOUS

terrorists?

(what a concept)

twits?
nerds?
wannabes?

OR

somewhere
between
usefull
or
useless
IDIOTS?

(jerks)
knee jerks?

Cancer II

UPDATE

“I am Chavez…
I DEMAND absolue loyalty because
I am not me
I am not an individual
I am a people!”

WHEN CHAVEZ DIED DID VENEZUELA SURVIVE?

 

“CANCER LIVES”

Lucky Venezuela

no cure there

not like Haiti
that will never
survive

it’s saviors


THE CANCER
lives
in Havana

a pal of FIDEL
who once said no
and was banished as ambassador
to the HELL of North Korea
then so emphatically declares
Castro is “GOD”
and
Cuba is “HEAVEN” 


a bee sez

IS NOW

OUTSIDE THE HIVE

the bee’s way of life
for better or worse
is made more dependent
on the human condition

man and bee connect
in the real world
of pesticide


friend

on the subject of friend

a bee sez

two sides to every subject

if you have a “friend” you don’t need an enemy

love your enemy

who can one trust?

actions speak louder than words

honesty – suspicion

friend is a verb

a true enemy let’s you know it

a true friend does not lie (the truth can hurt)

an enemy can be a friend

a friend can be an enemy

a friend can intend to be a friend

an enemy can pretend to be a “friend”

honesty is the answer

knowledge is power

be alert

offense – defense

what’s the difference

in the real world

there is a choice

love your neighbor

or

kill your neighbor

“Non Erit Finis”

As a hard worker in an ancient system, i was just a humble bee. The labor of we bees kept everything moving. Everything depended on us. The queen thought she was the only thing. BIG DEAL! We bees go way back. We are noted for our industry and the elegance in the way we built our hives. “Busy as bees” the old saying goes. A famous greek sculptor was so inspired that he created a hive of solid gold. The bees were so enthralled that they hovered around it. I have heard that it is still hanging in a long lost cave in Sicily. Devoted bees still dance around it in homage. Our heritage still lives.

Today our way of life seems to have collapsed. Many of our workplaces have fallen. Humans have made artificial hives to take their place. They move the hives and bee slaves around the country. What is a bee like me to do? It is so frustrating. I want to be more than a refugee and a victim of outsourcing. There must be a future for an industrious bee with an illustrious past.

In my search for a new beginning i’ve looked over your newspapers. My friend Mark helped me in my drive to adapt. The New York Times really got my attention. All the news THEY THINK is fit to buzz up. But what impressed me even more is the internet. Anyone can be a blogger. That fits my new found freedom from the past. Here is a chance to voice my concerns. (I might even become a VIB.) I could even be the classy urban bee that my poor indentured country cousins could only dream about. A voice to tell every one about this new reality. The voice of a bee will be heard. I’m The son of a bee but not one of those killer types. We bees have kind hearts so my version of the truth will only hurt a little. There is too much negativity today. All i hear is GET GET GET. This bee wants to be a voice of hope. After the ME generation there will be a WE generation that I can be comfortable with. So the beesez.

PS 1  I’ve heard that the word sincere means honey without wax. How sweet. This is my inspiration.

PS 2  As T S Eliot said I have to use words when I talk to you.

PS 3  “Always be becoming.”  (G. Stein ?)

PS 4 I do have an ego. My conceit is probably to be an intellectual. I hope I don’t succeed at THAT.

“Non erit finis II”

HIGH MORAL PURPOSE

An infection of internet violence
people who steal secrets
invade the privacy
of their victims
think nothing
of giving those secrets
to anyone,
even enemies
they are clever
consider themselves exceptional
have a selfish ideology
high moral purpose
that entitles them
to reveal
the secrets of others

From NYT 08-02-10 page B3
“A Renegade Site, Now Working With the News Media”

“Traditional news media may have finally taken WikiLeaks seriously”

“Handing over the documents to professionals with no strings attached,”

“Retreating to the job of information procurer rather than information explainer.”

“We are in a romance with journalists’ hearts,” Julian Assange

IMPOSING THE TASK
OF JUSTIFYING THE ACTIONS
OF THEIR AGENDA OF OPPORTUNITY
ONTO THE MEDIA

P.S. Headline WSJ 08-05-10 page A11 “WikiLeaks Hides Funding With Complex Net”

Runaway?

EPITAPH ON A GENERAL

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
the tale they perfected was easy to understand;
they knew human folly like the back of their hand,
to show such great interest in things indiscreet;
it was published, respectable senators burst with laughter,
he lost his command, was done in by deceit.

•••••••••••••••••••

REALITY

age of disbelief
nothing surprises
the word
be
is denied
all is get now
life is
a dream
fantasy
viewers
listeners

very few
do
everyone wants service
but
not serve

reality
and life
are everywhere
one thing
is crystal clear
loyalty

is rare

Pure

“HORROR AND INJUSTICE
PLAY STARRING ROLES”

Have movies
that range from fantasy
murder and horror to snuff
affected the ability to evaluate real crimes

A review of “Enemies of the People”
NYT June 11, 2010 page C14
“A High Point of Human Rights Watch film festival”

“An inspiring film”

If opaqueness
masquerades as transparency
it makes me want to forget
I’m supposed to be a bee

According to the reviewer of this film
•••••• “to hear
people recall committing
unspeakable acts while under
duress is liberating for them and
for us”

The movie’s ultimate coup
is the interview
of Brother No. 2
the chief ideologue of Pol Pot
who explains that the
Khmer Rouge was determined
to establish a form of commu-
nism that was even purer than
Chinese communism under Mao
Zedong

Movies
are classified
as arts and entertainment
how to classify the body count in millions of

Armenians
Jews
Poles
Ukranians
Russians
Chinese
Cambodians

Who are the stars
of this film?

the chief ideologue
the living killers “forced to kill”
the dead political victims

EPITAPH ON A TYRANT

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
W.H. Auden