Killing for the Greater Good (was: Re: some favourite quotes)
Nathanael Thompson
> manslaughter and isolated murders; but what of war and the
> much vaunted crime of slaughtering whole peoples?
> --Lucius Annaeus Seneca
> Epistles Letter 95, Line 30
It is not the murderers, the criminals, the delinquents and the wildly
nonconformist who have embarked on the really significant rampages of
killing, torture and mayhem. Rather it is the conformist, virtuous
citizens, acting in the name of righteous causes and intensely held
beliefs, who throughout history have perpetrated the fiery holocausts of
war, the religious persecutions, the sacks of cities, the wholesale rape
of women, the dismemberment of the old and the young and the other
unspeakable horrors... The crimes of violence committed for selfish,
personal motives are historically insignificant compared to those
committed 'ad majorem gloriam Dei', out of a self-sacrificing devotion to
a flag, a leader, a religious faith, a political conviction.
--Arthur Koestler
_The Ghost in the Machine_ (1990) p.85
It has been said too that our governments both federal and particular
want energy; that it is difficult to restrain both individuals and states
from committing wrongs. This is true, and it is an inconvenience. On the
other hand that energy which absolute governments derive from an armed
force, which is the effect of the bayonet constantly held at the breast
of every citizen, and which resembles very much the stillness of the
grave, must be admitted also to have it's inconveniences. We weigh the
two together, and like best to submit to the former. Compare the number
of wrongs committed with impunity by citizens among us, with those
committed by the sovereigns in other countries, and the last will be
found most numerous, most oppressive on the mind, and most degrading of
the dignity of man.
--Thomas Jefferson
Papers 10:19--20 (1/24/1786)
-+-
Nate Thompson
I am not a friend to a very energetic government. It is always
oppressive.
--Thomas Jefferson
letter to James Madison (1787) ME 6:391
CLEARLIZE2001
>
>I am not a friend to a very energetic government. It is always
>oppressive.
>--Thomas Jefferson
Freezing red deserts turn to dark
Energy here in every part
It's so very lonely,
you're six hundred light years from home
-- Jagger / Richards
-- Soundtrax
Don Wheeler
Nathanael Thompson wrote:
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Re: Killing for the Greater Good (was: Re: some favourite quotes)
I have a question about posting rules here:
Since I have been correctly accused of committing the grave sin of posting a
" POL " type quote and have been chastised for it as well as other assorted
transgressions
committed against this group, would some one kindly explain to me what class
of post
this one is ? , or what the name of this subject matter is because I would
like to post and
am now confused as to what or who gets yelled at, and for what reasons ?
In other words, what makes these post acceptable as opposed to mine which
were not
when they dealt with the same subjects ?
don wheeler
Here is another quote anyway,
''Why should we hear about body bags and deaths and how many, what day
it's gonna happen?'' Mrs. Bush declared. ''It's not relevant. So why should I
waste my beautiful mind on something like that?''
-- Barbara Bush in an interview with ABC-TV's Diane Sawyer,
March 18, two days before the U.S. invasion,
The Sanity Inspector
[...]
> I have a question about posting rules here:
>
> Since I have been correctly accused of committing the grave sin of posting a
> " POL " type quote and have been chastised for it as well as other assorted
> transgressions
> committed against this group, would some one kindly explain to me what class
> of post
> this one is ? , or what the name of this subject matter is because I would
> like to post and
> am now confused as to what or who gets yelled at, and for what reasons ?
>
> In other words, what makes these post acceptable as opposed to mine which
> were not
> when they dealt with the same subjects ?
I'd say that the difference is that Nate's (and some of my and others'
recent ones) are dealing with generalities, and are not specifically
addressing current events.
Obquote:
No generalization is worth a damn, including this one.
-- Oliver Wendell Holmes
--
bruce
The dignified don't even enter in the game.
-- The Jam
David C Kifer
>
> ============================================
> Re: Killing for the Greater Good (was: Re: some favourite quotes)
>
> I have a question about posting rules here:
>
> Since I have been correctly accused of committing the grave sin of posting a
> " POL " type quote and have been chastised for it as well as other assorted
> transgressions committed against this group, would some one kindly explain to
> me what class of post this one is ? , or what the name of this subject matter
> is because I would like to post and am now confused as to what or who gets
> yelled at, and for what reasons ?
>
> In other words, what makes these post acceptable as opposed to mine which
> were not when they dealt with the same subjects ?
Good questions, Don. I don't recall, and am too lazy to Google, whether
Nate agreed to our "truce", or not. My major gripe with your good self
was the cross-posting, but the [POL] was an additional "pile on", since
I was/am a bit frustrated because my own [POL] posting has been limited.
[ By my own voluntary agreement, I admit. It does not reduce the
frustration. :-)> ]
I await comment by others on this, but I think a case could be made that
these quotes, posted without additional comment applying them to current
affairs, "could" be considered "historical", since both Jefferson and
Koestler are dead. It is possible, again awaiting comment, that the major
complaints about [POL] postings have more to do with the "discussion" of
quotes, as they may or may not apply to current events, and disagreements
about that application, than to the quotes themselves. It may also be that
some people dislike the posting of quotes by people still alive, or quotes
from current sources, especially newspapers, magazines, and 'net sources,
though many of our most popular "dead man" quotes came originally from
such frivolous sources.
Or, one could simply say that we are very confused, and don't really know
what we want, and certainly don't agree on how to get it. :-)>
There is no conversation more boring than the one where everybody agrees.
--Michel de Montaigne
I also suspect, now that we have seen some discussion in alt.config about
the difficulty, the other problems, and the essential lack of necessity of
establishing a new group for such posts and discussions, that our "truce"
will start to fade as its stated end approaches in two weeks. At that
point, we will probably simply "nag" about the Subject tag [POL], rather
than content.
But I expect others will add their comment to this...
> don wheeler
>
> Here is another quote anyway,
>
> ''Why should we hear about body bags and deaths and how many, what day
> it's gonna happen?'' Mrs. Bush declared. ''It's not relevant. So why should I
> waste my beautiful mind on something like that?''
>
> -- Barbara Bush in an interview with ABC-TV's Diane Sawyer,
> March 18, two days before the U.S. invasion,
URL for transcript?
Behind all agreement lies something amiss
All seeming accord cloaks a lurking abyss."
-- Albert Einstein
Bite-Size Einstein - Quotations on Just About Everything from the Greatest
Mind of the Twentieth Century
Compiled by Jerry Mayer & John P. Holms
[posted&emailed]
--
Dave
"Tam multi libri, tam breve tempus!"
(Et brevis pecunia.) [Et breve spatium.]
Don Wheeler
David C Kifer wrote:
> Don Wheeler wrote:
> >
> > ============================================
> > Re: Killing for the Greater Good (was: Re: some favourite quotes)
> >
> > I have a question about posting rules here:
> <sniped>
> Good questions, Don. I don't recall, and am too lazy to Google, whether
> Nate agreed to our "truce", or not. My major gripe with your good self
> was the cross-posting, but the [POL] was an additional "pile on", since
> I was/am a bit frustrated because my own [POL] posting has been limited.
> [ By my own voluntary agreement, I admit. It does not reduce the
> frustration. :-)> ]
> I await comment by others on this, but I think a case could be made that
> these quotes, posted without additional comment applying them to current
> affairs, "could" be considered "historical", since both Jefferson and
> Koestler are dead. It is possible, again awaiting comment, that the major
> complaints about [POL] postings have more to do with the "discussion" of
> quotes, as they may or may not apply to current events, and disagreements
> about that application, than to the quotes themselves. It may also be that
> some people dislike the posting of quotes by people still alive, or quotes
> from current sources, especially newspapers, magazines, and 'net sources,
> though many of our most popular "dead man" quotes came originally from
> such frivolous sources.
> Or, one could simply say that we are very confused, and don't really know
> what we want, and certainly don't agree on how to get it. :-)>
> <sniped>
> > -- Barbara Bush in an interview with ABC-TV's Diane Sawyer,
> > March 18, two days before the U.S. invasion,
> <sniped>
> URL for transcript?
Hi David,
First of all , I aplogize for all the snips.
(I just wanted to make it a quicker read)
http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/news/opinion/6695128.htm
My source was Helen Thomas on 09-05-03 in the Miami Herald
Thanks for the eye opener Dave.
I am as confused as ever, but at least I feel OK about it now...
I like this group and the people in it allot.
I don't have to agree with some one to like them.
Like Sir Winston said:
"I like a man who grins when he fights"
I didn't weigh in on the series of posts about a new POL group
as I feel it's not my place yet.
after a while as a dues paying member , I might, but for now
I am happier to stay off the dance floor and just post occasionally....
cheers....
don
Aussie Ladies Inc.
> I have a question about posting rules here:
> In other words, what makes these post acceptable as opposed to
mine which were not when they dealt with the same subjects ?
__________________________
My summary - if one posts an anti-war quote from some long dead
person in a toga that's OK but if one quotes some blogger in a
baseball cap who said yesterday that **Bush is a war-mongering
arsehole - so screw all Americans ** .....some people don't like it
and call one anti-American or something! ;-)
The main issue in *your* post was the cross-post which draws
non-quote posts. To my knowledge you personally have always posted
quotes.
In other groups it seems those that quickly but kindly draw
attention to the netiquette of that group ASAP seem to keep on-topic
the most consistently. Some groups have quite formalised addenda in
their headings and yet still generate wide ranging thoughts and
ideas.
There is no moderation in this group - there does however seem to
be some unstated, uncoordinated rotation of a Net-Nanny role
depending
on who is the most irked at any particular time. <s>
OBQ
Discipline must come through liberty...We do not consider an
individual disciplined only when he has been rendered as
artificially silent as a mute and as immovable as a paralytic. He is
an individual annihilated not disciplined.
~ Maria Montessori, The Montessori Method, ch 5 (1912)
Erica
_______________________
The Aussie Ladies of AQ Inc.
www.fork.net/aq
David C Kifer
>
> > Or, one could simply say that we are very confused, and don't really know
> > what we want, and certainly don't agree on how to get it. :-)>
> > <sniped>
> > > -- Barbara Bush in an interview with ABC-TV's Diane Sawyer,
> > > March 18, two days before the U.S. invasion,
> > <sniped>
> > URL for transcript?
>
> Hi David,
>
> First of all , I aplogize for all the snips.
> (I just wanted to make it a quicker read)
Not a problem, something some of us do quite often, sacrifices to the
once powerful but now dying God of Narrow Bandwidth.
> http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/news/opinion/6695128.htm
> My source was Helen Thomas on 09-05-03 in the Miami Herald
OK, thanks.
> Thanks for the eye opener Dave.
> I am as confused as ever, but at least I feel OK about it now...
Yup, just like the rest of us!
:-)>
> I like this group and the people in it allot.
> I don't have to agree with some one to like them.
> Like Sir Winston said:
> "I like a man who grins when he fights"
I expect he did! :-)>
> I didn't weigh in on the series of posts about a new POL group
> as I feel it's not my place yet.
> after a while as a dues paying member , I might, but for now
> I am happier to stay off the dance floor and just post occasionally....
I can understand that, I do that in other groups myself. Besides, posting
a lot of posts takes more time, and Real Life insists on making a nuisance
of itself much too often!
But, IF you had weighed in? What might you have thought about the whole
thing? Join in, throw chairs with the rest of us. We all yell at each
other, but as the guys from alt.config noted, we do it "nicer" than
just about anyone else in the newsgroup world. In my never humble opinion!
:-)>
> cheers....
Salud!
[Tequila drinker!]
A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any invention in
human history-with the possible exceptions of handguns and tequila.
--Mitch Ratcliffe, Technology Review, April 1992
[p&e]
BTW, posting and emailing is a habit I brought to AQ from another group,
and is not considered necessary here. I tend to use it more when I am
holding somewhat of a conversation, rather than simply posting a responding
quotation, to be sure that the message gets through, and does not get lost
in the wandering Usenet Black Hole, as they sometimes do. You will notice
that few other AQers do so, and that is quite all right.
David C Kifer
>
> My summary - if one posts an anti-war quote from some long dead
> person in a toga that's OK but if one quotes some blogger in a
> baseball cap who said yesterday that **Bush is a war-mongering
> arsehole - so screw all Americans ** .....some people don't like it
> and call one anti-American or something! ;-)
> The main issue in *your* post was the cross-post which draws
> non-quote posts. To my knowledge you personally have always posted
> quotes.
Damn, same thing I said, only more succinct!
:-)>
> There is no moderation in this group - there does however seem to
> be some unstated, uncoordinated rotation of a Net-Nanny role depending
> on who is the most irked at any particular time. <s>
"IRK, IRK!"
:-)>
> OBQ
> Discipline must come through liberty...We do not consider an
> individual disciplined only when he has been rendered as
> artificially silent as a mute and as immovable as a paralytic. He is
> an individual annihilated not disciplined.
> ~ Maria Montessori, The Montessori Method, ch 5 (1912)
I think Maria got it backwards, liberty comes through discipline, self-
discipline, not the other way around.
[By the end of the '70s, many people] hungered for religion's sweets,
but rejected religion's discipline; wanted its help in trouble, but not
the strictures that might have kept them out of trouble; expected its
ecstasy, but rejected its ethics; demanded salvation, but rejected the
harsh, antique dichotomy of right and wrong.
--David Frum, _How We Got Here: The 70s--The Decade That Brought You
Modern Life, For Better or Worse_
[p&e]
SteveMR200
<dki...@sky-access.com> wrote:
>On Mon, 08 Sep 2003 18:30:14 GMT, Don Wheeler
><cwhe...@optonline.net> wrote:
>>
>>cheers....
>
>Salud!
>[Tequila drinker!]
>
>A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any invention in
>human history-with the possible exceptions of handguns and tequila.
>--Mitch Ratcliffe, Technology Review, April 1992
I am at the end of a day's work and a little beat,
yet so buoyed up by the extravagance of today's
expression of friendship from you that I have
repaired to my study to reply at once, lest lethargy
come on as the surprise wears off and I never write
at all. I have beside me a sufficient supply of
Scotch--two cases incoming for Christmas!--so the
typos will increase as the garrulity of alcohol
asserts itself.
--Dalton Trumbo
_Additional Dialogue: Letters of Dalton Trumbo_ [1970],
"Letter to Alice and Ian Hunter," [December 28, 1955]
--
Steve
Dora M
David C Kifer wrote-
>> Salud!
>> [Tequila drinker!]
>>
>> A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any invention in
>> human history-with the possible exceptions of handguns and tequila.
>> --Mitch Ratcliffe, Technology Review, April 1992
> I have beside me a sufficient supply of
> Scotch--two cases incoming for Christmas!--so the
> typos will increase as the garrulity of alcohol
> asserts itself.
> --Dalton Trumbo
____________________
Sometimes I have a sherry before dinner.
~Charlie Parker 1920 -55
Regards
Dora M
_____________________
Tom
> I like this group and the people in it allot.
> I don't have to agree with some one to like them.
That's my feeling exactly.
> Like Sir Winston said:
> "I like a man who grins when he fights"
In the late 50s, I came across some Nazi propaganda, obviously brought back
by some U. S. soldier & donated to the U. of Wisconsin library. It was
lovely seeing the lies the other side perpetrated & gave one a renewed
awareness of our own propaganda. But (my point at last!) there was one
rotogravure magazine with an article about how nasty we all were, & they
had managed to find a picture of Churchill seated behind a machine gun
--with a wicked *grin* on his face.
I don't hold with stealing from libraries, but even so I sometimes feel a
little wisp of regret that I dutifully put back that material (which had
not been shelved or even catalogued, as I recall, & might never have been
missed).
(The pretty children's Christmas book, full of snow, sweetness, & hymns, was
interesting to ponder, too, once one noticed that it had been put out by the
SS.)
Tom Parsons
--
--
t...@panix.com | The most important political office
| is that of private citizen.
http://www.panix.com/~twp | --Louis Brandeis
SteveMR200
>Don Wheeler <cwhe...@optonline.net> wrote:
>
>> Like Sir Winston said:
>> "I like a man who grins when he fights"
>
>In the late 50s, I came across some Nazi propaganda, obviously brought back
>by some U. S. soldier & donated to the U. of Wisconsin library. It was
>lovely seeing the lies the other side perpetrated & gave one a renewed
>awareness of our own propaganda. But (my point at last!) there was one
>rotogravure magazine with an article about how nasty we all were, & they
>had managed to find a picture of Churchill seated behind a machine gun
>--with a wicked *grin* on his face.
O Villain, villain, smiling damned villain! . . .
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.
--William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
_Hamlet_ [1600-1601], Act I, Scene 5, Line 106
--
Steve
Ananya
> Don Wheeler <cwhe...@optonline.net> wrote:
>
> > I like this group and the people in it allot.
> > I don't have to agree with some one to like them.
>
> That's my feeling exactly.
>
> > Like Sir Winston said:
> > "I like a man who grins when he fights"
>
> In the late 50s, I came across some Nazi propaganda, obviously brought back
> by some U. S. soldier & donated to the U. of Wisconsin library. It was
> lovely seeing the lies the other side perpetrated & gave one a renewed
> awareness of our own propaganda. But (my point at last!) there was one
> rotogravure magazine with an article about how nasty we all were, & they
> had managed to find a picture of Churchill seated behind a machine gun
> --with a wicked *grin* on his face.
A Lesson in Aikido - An Excerpt from a book follows. Long but
Powerful. Please read. :-)
****
A turning point in my life came one day on a train in the middle of a
drowsy spring afternoon. The old car clanked and rattled over the
rails. It was comparatively empty -- a few housewives with their kids
in tow, some old folks out shopping, a couple of off-duty bartenders
studying the racing form. I gazed absently at the drab houses and
dusty hedge rows.
At one station the doors opened, and suddenly the quiet afternoon was
shattered by a man bellowing at the top of his lungs -- yelling
violent, obscene, incomprehensible curses. Just as the doors closed
the man, still yelling, staggered into our car. He was big, drunk, and
dirty. He wore laborer's clothing. His front was stiff with dried
vomit. His eyes bugged out, a demonic, neon red. His hair was crusted
with filth. Screaming, he swung at the first person he saw, a woman
holding a baby. The blow glanced off her shoulder, sending her
spinning into the laps of an elderly couple. It was a miracle that the
baby was unharmed.
The couple jumped up and scrambled toward the other end of the car.
They were terrified. The laborer aimed a kick at the retreating back
of the old lady. "You old whore!" he bellowed. "I'll kick your ass!"
He missed; the old woman scuttled to safety. This so enraged the drunk
that he grabbed the metal pole at the center of the car and tried to
wrench it out of its stanchion. I could see that one of his hands was
cut and bleeding. The train lurched ahead, the passengers frozen with
fear. I stood tip.
I was young and in pretty good shape. I stood six feet, weighed 225.
I'd been putting in a solid eight hours of aikido training every day
for the past three years. I liked to throw and grapple. I thought I
was tough. Trouble was, my martial skill was untested in actual
combat. As students of aikido, we were not allowed to fight.
My teacher taught us each morning that the art was devoted to peace.
"Aikido," he said again and again, "is the art of reconciliation.
Whoever has the mind to fight has broken his connection with the
universe. If you try to dominate other people, you are already
defeated. We study how to resolve conflict, not how to start it."
I listened to his words. I tried hard. I wanted to quit fighting. I
even went so far as to cross the street a few times to avoid the
"chimpira," the pinball punks who lounged around the train stations.
They'd have been happy to test my martial ability. My forbearance
exalted me. I felt both tough and holy. In my heart of hearts,
however, I was dying to be a hero. I wanted a chance, an absolutely
legitimate opportunity whereby I might save the innocent by destroying
the guilty.
"This is it!" I said to myself as I got to my feet. "This slob, this
animal, is drunk and mean and violent. People are in danger. If I
don't do something fast, somebody will probably get hurt. I'm gonna
take his ass to the cleaners."
Seeing me stand up, the drunk saw a chance to focus his rage. "Aha!"
he roared. "A foreigner! You need a lesson in Japanese manners!" He
punched the metal pole once to give weight to his words.
I held on lightly to the commuter strap overhead. I gave him a slow
look of disgust and dismissal. I gave him every bit of piss-ant
nastiness I could summon up. I planned to take this turkey apart, but
he had to be the one to move First. And I wanted him man, because the
madder he got, the more certain my victory. I pursed my lips and blew
him a sneering, insolent kiss. It hit him like a slap in the face.
"All right!" he hollered. "You're gonna get a lesson." He gathered
himself for a rush at me. He'd never know what hit him.
A split second before he moved, someone shouted "Hey!" It was ear
splitting. I remember being struck by the strangely joyous, lilting
quality of it -- as though you and a friend had been searching
diligently for something, and he had suddenly stumbled upon it. "Hey!"
I wheeled to my left, the drunk spun to his right. We both stared down
at a little old Japanese man. He must have been well into his
seventies, this tiny gentleman, sitting there immaculate in his kimono
and hakama. He took no notice of me, but beamed delightedly at the
laborer, as though he had a most important, most welcome secret to
share.
"C'mere," the old man said in an easy vernacular, beckoning to the
drunk. "C'mere and talk with me." He waved his hand lightly. The giant
man followed, as if on a string. He planted his feet belligerently in
front of the old gentleman and towered threateningly over him.
"Talk to you?" he roared above the clacking wheels. "Why the hell
should I talk to you?" The drunk now had his back to me. If his elbow
moved so much as a millimeter, I'd drop him in his socks.
The old man continued to beam at the laborer. There was not a trace of
fear or resentment about him. "What'cha been drinkin'?" he asked
lightly, with interest. "I been drinkin' sake," the laborer bellowed
back, "and it's none of your god dam business!"
"Oh, that's wonderful," the old man said with delight. "Absolutely
wonderful! You see, I love sake, too. Every night, me and my wife
(she's seventy-six, you know), we warm up a little bottle of sake and
take it out into the garden, and we sit on the old wooden bench that
my grandfather's first student made for him. We watch the sun go down,
and we look to see how our persimmon tree is doing. My
great-grandfather planted that tree, you know, and we worry about
whether it will recover from those ice storms we had last winter.
Persimmons do not do well after ice storms, although I must say that
ours has done rather better that I expected, especially when you
consider the poor quality of the soil. Still, it is most gratifying to
watch when we take our sake and go out to enjoy the evening--even when
it rains!" He looked up at the laborer, eyes twinkling, happy to share
his delightful information.
As he struggled to follow the intricacies of the old man's
conversation, the drunk's face began to soften. His fists slowly
unclenched. "Yeah," he said slowly, "I love persimmons, too..." His
voice trailed off.
"Yes," said the old man, smiling, "and I'm sure you have a wonderful
wife."
"No," replied the laborer, "my wife died." He hung his head. Very
gently, swaying with the motion of the train, the big man began to
sob. "I don't got no wife, I don't got no home, I don't got no job, I
don't got no money, I don't got nowhere to go. I'm so ashamed of
myself." Tears rolled down his cheeks; a spasm of pure despair rippled
through his body. Above the baggage rack a four-color ad trumpeted the
virtues of suburban luxury living.
Now it was my turn. Standing there in my well-scrubbed youthful
innocence, my make-this-world-safe-for-democracy righteousness, I
suddenly felt dirtier than he was.
Just then, the train arrived at my stop. The platform was packed, and
the crowd surged into the car as soon as the doors opened. Maneuvering
my way out, I heard the old man cluck sympathetically. "My, my," he
said with undiminished delight, "that is a very difficult predicament,
indeed. Sit down here and tell me about it."
I turned my head for one last look. The laborer was sprawled like a
sack on the seat, his head in the old man's lap. The old man looked
down at him, all compassion and delight, one hand softly stroking the
filthy, matted head.
As the train pulled away, I sat down on a bench. What I had wanted to
do with muscle and meanness had been accomplished with a few kind
words. I had seen aikido tried in combat, and the essence of it was
love, as the founder had said. I would have to practice the art with
an entirely different spirit. It would be a long time before I could
speak about the resolution of conflict.
-- Terry Dobson, _"Aikido in Everyday Life", North Atlantic Books_
*****
-
much love, light and laughter,
ananya.
Soundtrax
--Arthur Koestler
> _The Ghost in the Machine_ (1990) p.85
> committed by the sovereigns in other countries, and the last will be
> found most numerous, most oppressive on the mind, and most degrading of
> the dignity of man.
>
> --Thomas Jefferson
"One World (Not Three)"
It's a subject we rarely mention
But when we do we have this little invention
By pretending they're a different world from me
I show my responsibility
One world is enough
For all of us
One world is enough
For all of us
The Third World breathes our air tomorrow
We live on the time we borrow
In our world there's no time for sorrow
In their world there is no tomorrow
One world.......
Lines are drawn upon the world
Before we get our flags unfurled
Whichever one we pick
It's just a self deluding trick
One world .......
I don't want to bring a sour note
Remember this before you vote
We can all sink or we all float
'Cos we're all in the same big boat
One world is enough
For all of us
It may seem a million miles away
But it gets a little closer everyday
One world...
-- The Police : from _Ghost in the Machine (1981)_
-- Soundtrax
SteveMR200
>On Mon, 08 Sep 2003 18:30:14 GMT, Don Wheeler
><cwhe...@optonline.net> wrote:
>
>> Like Sir Winston said:
>>"I like a man who grins when he fights"
>
>In the late 50s, I came across some Nazi propaganda, obviously brought back
>by some U. S. soldier & donated to the U. of Wisconsin library. It was
>lovely seeing the lies the other side perpetrated & gave one a renewed
>awareness of our own propaganda. But (my point at last!) there was one
>rotogravure magazine with an article about how nasty we all were, & they
>had managed to find a picture of Churchill seated behind a machine gun
>--with a wicked *grin* on his face.
The grin [on the stranger's face] got bigger.
Shadow found himself remembering a PBS show about
chimpanzees. The show claimed that when apes and
chimps smile it's only to bare their teeth in a
grimace of hate or aggression or terror. When a
chimp grins, it's a threat.
--Neil Gaiman
_American Gods_ [2001], Chapter 1
--
Steve