RE: Why was nobody murdered because of this cartoon?

Sat, 24 Jan 2015 20:36:12 -0800 

 

 

From: [email protected] 
[mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of John Clark
Sent: Saturday, January 24, 2015 7:43 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Why was nobody murdered because of this cartoon?

 

On Sat, Jan 24, 2015  'Chris de Morsella' via Everything List 
<[email protected]> wrote:

 

> Have you ever lived through shock and awe.. in real life, not the remote 
> digitally delivered sound and light show you see on CNN, but the real live 
> terrifying horrendous fucking thing?

 

No. Have you? 

 

Yes, in fact, I very much have! I grew up witnessing it!

Saigon 1975. I left 13 days before Saigon fell on the last non-military jet to 
leave. I was a teenager when my eyes were opened up wide to the true meaning 
and reality of war. I experienced  the hatred up close and personal; I was 
there right up (13 days) to the end and witnessed the implosion of a regime. I 
have seen people executed  in front of me and had M16s hot from just being 
fired pointed at me and seen my life flash by. I have seen napalm burned wrecks 
of human beings living on sidewalks as refugees, with nowhere to piss and no 
hope to live for… dead empty eyes of war depression…. I have seen lepers their 
cheeks eaten away by the disease… heard the bombs and saw the green flares 
parachute down followed by the flashes and booms…. Night after night, after 
night…. Seen convoys of coffins… two per truck, returning the dead.

I heard what was said at my father’s all night curfew parties, by the 
“diplomats” who were operating in Saigon at that time, as the entire system 
imploded in those end of regime days. I have been personally the object of the 
hatred and had my head really bloodied in a big circle of hissing pure venomous 
hatred directed at me – the American teenager stand in for all the wrongs done 
to them. I learned how to be a warrior on that very day, how to commit myself 
to an existential immediacy of life and death struggle, surrounded by a blood 
thirsty hissing mob. I am alive, because I learned how to be a warrior when I 
was just 15 and I fought my way out going for the mobs leader – I knew I was 
going to kill him if I was going to die…. And my calm directed  deadly intent 
blew an opening in the circle of hatred around me.

My early life I spent in countries under-going regime change or where dark 
history was being made – e.g. in locales that fit the ancient Chinese curse of 
may you live in interesting times. I saw starving children with Kwashiorkor in 
Liberia when I was a five year old kid.

Our world, in truth, when all the BS is stripped away, is a world of haves and 
have nothings, divided between warring spheres of influence, each ruled by 
largely occult and rarely mentioned elites who operate behind the superficial 
forms and ceremony that is kept front and center in order to distract and 
obfuscate. I grew up in the front line places where this great game was being 
executed on and it took me more than a decade to understand and work through 
all of the repercussions of the soul, that living through the kinds of intense 
experiences I did live through (my father seemed to always end up right in the 
middle of world’s dirty wars… and coup d'état working it from the “diplomatic” 
side of things). 

I have been to Afghanistan and to Libya… I swam amongst the Roman temple 
columns that rise up out of the Mediterranean sea in the ruins of Leptis 
Magna.... and galloped on the best stallions on Earth (the Afghan stallions 
before the Russians invaded).

Unlike the many internet couch potato generals demanding that others go to war 
to die for them I have personally walked into the lion’s den of Arab 
nationalism and confronted it personally in the flesh, announcing myself as an 
American and challenging people there to confront me as a human being, days 
after those same students had burned the American embassy in Tripoli…. I have 
walked away from armed checkpoints (in Libya) with every square inch of my back 
bristling with an itching desire to break out into a run, but instead walking 
away with a deliberate calm… not too fast, but not too slow either, engaging in 
“casual” conversation with my father to help keep a lid on the panic.

I have seen the hatred and looked right into it, eyeball to eyeball, unlike you 
Mr. Clark! I have been there and I have lived through the reality of war and of 
imperial power politics, as it actually is executed on the ground, and unlike 
the many flabby loud mouthed neocon chickenhawk cowards demanding war who are 
clueless about the actual realities of war, my soul was seared open at a very 
tender age.

You may not like me, but, unlike you, I have born personal and painful witness 
to the harsh reality of empire and of the means by which empire is maintained.

 

> Shut up 

 

No.

 

Your choice, but consider this….       making loud noises, does not, in itself, 
lead you to wisdom.

-Chris

 

  John K Clark

 

 

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