Admiral Dennis Blair - a bagpiper's lament

The perjury of Admiral Dennis Blair, President Obama's Head of Intelligence, in his congressional testimony is fully documented by Allan Nairn at http://www.allannairn.com/2009/01/breaking-news-us-intel-nominee-lied.html on his knowledge and support of the Liquica massacre. (Since it is never punished, perjury has in any case become standard operating procedure in congressional hearings after the testimony of the tobacco company executives.)

Unless you are really fascinated by descriptions of churches with human flesh hanging off the walls, (the Liquica massacre was entirely carried out with machetes) the physical details need not detain us. The remarkable element of the East Timor killings is not that the people killed were Christians – Roman Catholics, in fact – nor that the Moslem general directing the massacre, General Wiranto, (due at the international court in the Hague immediately after Omar Al-Bashir, the demon of Darfur) was simply exacting retribution for a ninety per cent plus vote in favor of independence, just as the British sent in the Black and Tans when the Irish had the impudence to vote seventy-five per cent in favor of independence. (The Mafia also found it an effective method of discouraging independent action.)

It is how eerily it dovetails with the Air Force drone program, described in detail at http://www.atimes.com/atimes/South_Asia/LA26Df01.html and described by Nick Turse, the author, as a “nightmare from which there may be no waking.” So it goes. “The nail which sticks up must be hammered down,” as the Japanese say.

The Air Force program plans to have an entirely automated drone fleet in operation by 2087 which will no longer have any human oversight or input at all, but will carry out its work of getting these pesky humans off the face of mother earth completely independently, and unstoppably, color, religion, political loyalty irrelevant.

Well, what can you expect when the president had his student loans paid off by the CIA http://onlinejournal.com/artman/publish/article_5161.shtml and the attorney general was legal counsel for a banana company that was paying the FARC to bump off “problems” like labor organizers and union activists?

Trouble is, they’re broke. Literally zero chance that anyone will lend them even enough to pay the interest on their staggering loans. Hence the “Weimar” plan, hyperinflation so you’ll have to take a bag of million dollar notes to the Golden Arches for your crapburger, after which we’ll all be sadder, if not wiser.

Meanwhile, however, 700 (seven hundred) secret bases have been built in Afghanistan, (see http://www.atimes.com/atimes/South_Asia/LB11Df05.html ) and 300 in Iraq, sites left off the official inventory. No intention of leaving in 2012 or any other year can be detected. World wide control is an expensive business, however. Print more money before the whole thing goes south!

Not that you’d ever guess it from the local “news” media, but many other peoples and countries actually inhabit the world. Some of their notions are distinctly attractive, like Putin’s “Europe without internal borders from the Bay of Biscay to Vladivostok.” And none of them are anything like the USA. China, for example, a five thousand year old empire still named after its original founder, which was two thousand years old when Abraham and Moses hove in sight, has really not changed its internal organization in that time, whatever dynasties may come and go. It takes mostly zero notice of all the good advice and sage counsel hurled at it from western media: “the China/Russia axis has been surrounded,” say oxymoronic military intelligence folks. I look at a map, and “surrounded” looks tricky with a land mass that size; I also notice that Afghanistan is not even in the North Atlantic! (Sigh).

A bagpiper’s lament

As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave side service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back-country.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost; and being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw that the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight.

"There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man.

And as I played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together.... When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.

As I was opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."