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Saturday, November 01, 2008 

Category: News and Politics
The recent political discussions brought me back these memories...
I remember my old poster of a little Vietnamese girl running naked with her arms opened, while on the background we could see the napalm bomb...
I used to feel proud of my horrible poster. I don't know if I was able to understand the war, but I can remember the feeling the poster provoked in me. It took a long time for me to understand it, I had to look at it countless times to understand it was not a war: it was a little girl, running naked with her arms opened. At each new look I could see better the pain in her face and the poster gradually lost its resemblance to freedom. A Dorian Gray in reverse.

That image was dying, the girl running tired and soon I replaced the poster with a portrait of Nietzsche. There, just what I needed: God was dead...
I remember another image: a black screen filled with green little lights. It was the Gulf War. Again the Americans, only this time the war is cold, a computer game. Just green lights on the screen, a war without the human element. Where were the makers of that sad show? Mediocre and vain directors on centre stage while we, who fight that eternal human struggle, are nothing but sad spectators. We may boo the play, but it doesn't matter: the deaf power can't listen the world of the dumb.

And again the Gulf. Rambo plays the Texan cowboy and even achieves to transform the old dictator into a victim.
With him, an even sadder band of allies that, not caring for the voice of those who gave them power, got together and decided for the destiny of the millions of voices that all over the world screamed No War!
The war came and it was certain... But there will always be an image of a little girl with her arms opened running naked towards a day, a day that is hopefully coming at last, soon. A day when our voices will be heard. A day where idiots will not be leading us into chaos and destruction any more.

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Sister Sophie

 
This was inspiring to the mind and heart. Eloquently written with a honest passion. I will vote well this coming Tuesday with a thought to you. Love Sophie
 
Posted by Sister Sophie on Saturday, November 01, 2008 - 7:06 AM
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Zofiafotoeule

 
Thank you Jao! I have a story yet to do so.
Look for: "Liesje" by Revolver - http://vimeo. com/zofiafotoeulechannel Enjoy ... embrace... Zofia
 
Posted by Zofiafotoeule on Saturday, November 01, 2008 - 11:56 AM
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Elizabeth

 
Well written my friend. It is the Americans, that leave a trail of destruction all in the name of "Freedom".
It goes further than the the 1950's. I still feel for the Natives Americans who cherished this land and fought bravely for it, not in the name of freedom, but for the love of a people, their nation ans their rituals.
I will vote well, and hopefully a good change will come about.
Although, maybe I am jaded, but all politicians are corrupt, it's a matter of voting for the "Lesser of Two Evils" for me.
 
Posted by Elizabeth on Saturday, November 01, 2008 - 10:13 PM
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RuteMar
Rute Mar

 
blessed be, Joao!*
 
Posted by RuteMar on Wednesday, November 05, 2008 - 12:55 AM
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Zewe
Chris Zewe

 
"I still feel for the Natives Americans who cherished this land and fought bravely for it, not in the name of freedom, but for the love of a people, their nation ans their rituals."

Perhaps you should look into the barbaric atrocities the British have committed over the years in the name of imperialism you brainwashed twit.
 
Posted by Zewe on Monday, November 24, 2008 - 6:11 PM
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