Re: The Twelve Days of Christmas
- --- In firstname.lastname@example.org, Frank Smith
> If anyone's interested, "The 12 Days of Chrsitmas" isDear Frank,
> an excellent song for children learning English as a
> foreign language, (from 3rd grade on)with its
> repititions for the stimulation of memory. It sounds
> like nonsense in a way, but they love it and easily
> memorize it.
I was struck by the memory game that was played with this song
because that's one of the benefits of doing a yearly review like
the Holy Nights Journal outlines-the memory is stimulated. Over
the course of many years, perhaps this stimulation of memory
bears fruit in the learning of a new language as well.-Val
- Maureen Dowd brings to our Anthro study of the Holy Nights a
stunning little number turner that should shock any student of the
Holy Nights. 13 Secretaries of Defense brought in to say nothing, do
nothing, think nothing, and be mere hollow point morons for Genghis
Bush son of Kahn.
Certainly I missed this one, but I didn't miss the miner, the 13
miners and I didn't miss the connection to Curdie and Novalis, but
what I didn't suspect and what few Spiritual Science students have
the brains to deal with, is that on Jan 6/7 arises this photo op of
the walking stuffed dead shells of Ahriman's rising gallery of
wasted human shells. These have all betrayed and played their part
in the passion of power and were emptied by Ahriman's icy use of
their voices and brains. There is such tragedy and betrayal in all
these yes figures who let Ahriman in...it is jaw dropping.
And there is a profound esoteric reality behind such a photo op. It
is as profound and tragic on the outside as what Val presented was
profound and stirring on the inside. And the world spoke of those 13
miners and the twelve dead and one living...and are these Ahrimanic
critters also appeasing the roots of humanity or mocking it by
presenting a phony as sin, a wonderful hollowed out dummy shells of
former humans who were vehicles for American lies in support of the
present complete Idiot GWB? Friends we couldn't make up this stuff.
You just gotta keep your eyes open to understand open foul mockery
of what 12 or 13 means sometime around Jan 6/7. Both sides know the
truth and Steiner and Val brought the truth. Ahriman didn't want to
miss the action, so he also acknowledged the truth...
I remarked awhile back about Genghis Khan, Mongolia and GWB visiting
Mongolia...Anthro students are mostly, and still remain unanchored
"Doing the math, you've got to figure that the 12 wise men and one
wise woman had about 30 seconds apiece to say their piece to the
president about Iraq, where vicious assaults this week have killed
almost 200 and raised U.S. troop fatalities to at least 2,189.
It must have been like a performance by the Reduced Shakespeare
Company, which boils down the great plays and books to their
essence. Proust is "I like cookies." Othello raps that he left
Desdemona "all alona, didn't telephona." "The Iliad" and "The
Odyssey" condense into "The Idiodity." "Henry V" is "A king's gotta
do what a king's gotta do," and "Antony and Cleopatra" is "Never get
involved in Middle Eastern affairs."
Beyond taking a class picture ringed around Mr. Bush's bizarrely
empty desk - a mesmerizing blend of "Sunset Boulevard," "The Last
Supper" and a "Sopranos" ad - the former secretaries of state and
defense had to make the most of their brief colloquy with W.
The spectral Robert McNamara might have enlightened on
Vietnam: "Didn't understand the culture. Misjudged the opposition.
Didn't know when to get out." If he was a fast talker, he could have
added: "It's the dominoes. If Iraq falls, then Syria falls, then
Lebanon falls, and before you know it, all of Southeast Asia - I
mean, the Middle East - will fall."
Melvin Laird only needed to add: "Ditto."
Al Haig's summation would have been a cinch: "I resign. I'm in
charge here. I resign - again."
Instead of his good-soldier silence, Colin Powell could have
redeemed himself with four words: "I should have resigned."
Madeleine Albright might have succinctly imparted some wisdom from
Somalia and Rwanda: "Didn't understand the culture. Misjudged the
threat. Didn't know when to get in."
James Baker, Svengali and Sphinx, must have been thinking: "I told
your dad not to let you in here. I could tell you how to get of Iraq
in 10 minutes, but you're too under the sway of that nutball Cheney
George Shultz only needed to say: "I have a tiger tattooed on my
fanny," and Lawrence Eagleburger could have abridged his thoughts
to "I need a smoke. Bad."
It may seem disturbing at first, that with several hundreds of
years' worth of foreign policy at his elbows, and a bloody, thorny
mess in Iraq, Mr. Bush would devote mere moments to letting some
fresh air into his House of Pain.
Sure, he has A.D.D. But he just spent six straight days mountain-
biking and brush clearing in Crawford. He couldn't devote 60 minutes
to getting our kids home rather than just a few for a "Message: I
Care" photo-op faking sincerity?
"We all went into the bubble and came out," one of the wise men
Mr. Eagleburger knows the truth. If W. had wanted to really reach
out, rather than just pretend to reach out so that his poll numbers
would go up, he would have sought advice outside his warped inner
circle long ago - including from his own father.
Because W.'s mind is so closed to anybody except yes-men who tell
him his policies and wars are slam-dunks, uneasy seasoned mandarins
are forced to make a noisy stink. Brent Scowcroft, one of Bush
Senior's closest friends, had to resort to the pages of The New
Yorker to voice his objections. He ominously said Dick Cheney, his
old colleague, was someone he no longer recognized.
W. is drunk on Cheney Kool-Aid. So he got testy when Ms. Albright
pointed out that North Korea and Iran were going nuclear while the
U.S. was bogged down in Baghdad. Then, after a quick photo in the
Oval, he shooed the old-timers out, letting anyone who wanted to
stay talk to the security factotum Stephen Hadley.
Still busy spreading fog over the war, W., Cheney, Rummy and Condi
had no time to hear McNamara expound on the fog of war. In the
picture, as Ms. Albright cringes, Mr. McNamara looks haunted, unable
to escape second-guessing over Vietnam.
The only thing that would have made the photo even more utterly
phony was the presence of that vintage warmonger, Henry the K.
Posted: January 8, 2006