The Drone of War…

D2When the taking of a warrior’s life becomes a mechanical judgment call, what happens to humanity? When the cost of a life is determined by a machine—is life reduced to nothing? How much cost to dispose of the body…How much to incinerate—no records required? How about the family? How about a warrior’s spirit? Machine has no family—Machine has no soul; unless—we, robots are robots advanced beyond Drone’s current program.

What is an appropriate method or measurement of the use of force through a Drone’s sensors? Presently, humans use determinations called appropriate judgment to ‘correctly’ respond with proper uses of force over combat enemies in battle. How many deaths are necessary? How many mothers cry? How many children go without a mother or a father? How many types of collateral? The innocent die in battle!

The reasons for going to war are the reasons determined or imagined by Humanity…Drone does not imagine. Drone does not determine. Drone searches-kills-destroys. Drone follows configurations-paradigms-and the logical/illogical responses of human beings—Presently…

We; beings are able to use inferences to survive our determinations. Artificial intelligence at the end of a ‘joystick…Works? Call this warfare by Robotic proxy. Call it murder through autonomy. We enjoy the mischief and results of warfare executed several thousand miles away from the battlefields in the safety and air conditioned splendor of an IT construction…

Warfare without blood—a Computer-generated action game—no screams, no gaping wounds punched into the precious life of an almost enemy—no cries of the women or men left behind…Easy—simple power!

And! No honor—because Drone is programmed to search-kill and destroy without notion or reason or rhythm either justifiable or justified. A machine may cost less than one- tenth of the cost of a human, to place into harms-way. If the machine is destroyed we, robots do not care! Destroy and build again—a Capitalist dream-scene ‘if I ever did see one’? Such is war and the blessing of wars’ Industrial machine.

If humanity remains a ‘looped-group’ capable of containing and restricting Drone-self; then, only flesh and blood without Drone, screams-bleeds and dies. Such is the victory of another progressive mission. However; if humanity extracts itself through: power or carelessness or greed or…and becomes a ‘looped-outside-group’ then Drone-self may become Self-self and search-kill and destroy more than…?

Once upon a time, Dome Iron protected beings of flesh, since these beings were progressive robots. Presently, the Iron of Dome destroys without interference from sentient beings. It is an autonomous warrior and crafted to defend and to destroy. Dome/Drone programmed to defend…

It does not require sentient input and it protects sentient life from attack and death—Morally sound! When do the Domes of Death go offensive? When does defense become offense? How soon will Robot-flesh sublimate reason and judgment to Iron Drone and twin-step dance toward its own destruction?

Is a Society equivalent to the sum of its members? Will the actions of the members of that society serve to fashion and to shape it? What are the social consequences of intentional actions and will these actions often be unintentional? What is a Society to do to ease itself into an obvious oblivion? Scientific Theories are predictive. Societies’ songs prohibit most predictions…

 

“Go ahead and hate your neighbor—go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of heaven— you could justify it in the end.

There won’t be any trumpets blowing—come the judgment day.

On the bloody morning after—One Tin Soldier rides away. “

by Joni Mitchell

And! Beautiful you are…

Chasing Eternal Spirits…

25City ended when life known though not completely understood stopped and the wars began. Great floods of political or religious doctrine mixed with gun-powder, drones and bombs—ba-boom-ba-boomed despite of; right or wrong, weak or strong and as all beliefs—no regard for precious life. Territory divided along the secular lives of too many bleeding folks and still the ba-boom of gun-powder and drones and bombs along with the religion of death found no one innocent enough to live.

City stopped and the social constructions of neighborhood and village and town died without a whimper. These constructions simply died, when the bullets ran out and all the weapons jammed. Riding those lines of timeless speed and the dark-light dance—carried Sparking Sparkle toward mass of center without color.

Then began the poisons of time. Another body politic found a better way to worship and to control those left to control. Call climates-a-changing or winter’s wrath or drought or flood an Earth-ender. Call death by storm or maelstrom or super storm Cindy or Clyde or Mary or…Mind-storm of those to control the unwilling to be controlled and always war to stop-start-win-lose-contain-spread-prevent-continue…Confusing of words sometimes win?

And! Always those living or dying in-out times either today, tomorrow, in present condition or another future real or imagined. Watch the sky for ‘It’ will come and destroy us! This never happens because we destroy ourselves. Are war and the fighting of battles as genetic as the creation of our own children?

If we let them do…then this is what will happen…they are not able to govern…and let’s call those freedom fighters—Terrorist…they are not people…they must be contained…this is our war against Terrorism…yet; is their war a hope for Freedom and Determination? Those winning wars rewrite history and are remembered as Patriots-Noble-Courageous-Founding Fathers and…really Thomas Jefferson, are all men equally created; yet, slaves are owned?

After several weeks of warnings the ultimate destruction of our Solar system, commenced and in a little under one hour the sun and planets were gone…All men are created equally! Living changes everything and another adventure begins. Skipping into start-stop and without this motion all ends…Skippity-Hoppity-Peace-be-Peace.

At this bridge we jumped to safety just before our vehicle splashed into water below us. He leaps to safety, and then plunge-jumped into the swirling-twirl and chased the auto as it went to-bottom. We waited for him to surface…He re-appeared as a boy. However; why a small child? Anyway, we never saw the man again.

And! Beautiful you are…

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Illusions and River Spirits…

44The Hollowing is an indentation of soil between concrete ruins and dirt–just a skip from Will’s alley. It is a sacred area. Hollowing is visited by those healthy and those sick of Plague Waste…Religiously sacred? The Witches’ Coven and blessed ground is touched and healing powers and love abounds and…Crowman knows better.

Hollowing is a bomb-sized hole in the ground used as cover during Latest War. These pictures of miracle destroyed large chunks of Sity and killed eighteen million and one half…Latest War occurred one hundred years past and was just another in the many wars fought first for ideals and then for survival…Plague came later and survival lost!

What of Coven and what of life’s life? In a wig-waggled world most children do not live past the ‘coming of age.’ We are ‘preggers’ and then we die of Plague waste. It is a simple death. No suffering, no pocks, not ugly…just sleep. So! The hope for young men and young women to procreate, in case of ‘cure-fall,’ is great. And! There is ‘cure-fall.’ Many gatherings live past their twentieth year and some into their thirties.

Not many—but sacred—for they are the mothers and the fathers of future days…Not hopeless, then. Sad, yes…but expected without variance, except by Coven…Witches live forever. Witches are the power of lives and life and choices and dictates and control. They are the fire builders and the rain of oils that fall from somewhere-to-there without distraction…The Coven hurls great sounds and flashes across sky and through the clouds.

Sity is a child’s world both spelled and said as it sounds. Sity is concrete and great rivers of water and oil and salt and the saturation of dusted waste and dusted life. Sity is a brief whisper of humanity. Sity is crap. Sity is sore. Sity is the dance across once hills and soft snow and winter night. Sity is life and snow is no longer white.

Crowman glances down. The boy is strange and speaks few words. Withdrawn? However, that is his way. They are; the children surviving Plague. Quiet? Yes! And; yes again to fatalism, fear, courage and the strength of one or more than one. Nothing surprises them. They accept everything. They expect nothing normal and nothing abnormal.

They do not understand the difference. There is nothing either moral or physical. Customs and habits do not; for children, exist. Only survival…Sity.

And! Beautiful you are…

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Our Pathetic Government…

1…Infantile America has finally completed the commercial of a Forward-Backward dance called a Presidential Election…No wait! It’s a movie—no a comedy—no a drama—no-no-no. Step-right-up and bring us the truth! Winners are losers and losers are winners and the real winner is greed and the losers are ‘we’ the world. Wait again—this is not a Game…This is about People; their immediate lives and the lives of their Children—both; here and around our World.

2…Is the Earth on the edge of a Fiscal and Environmental cliff? Talk about it? No fix it! That is why we elected you… The Middle East—without the whores and pimps of religion and did I mention Greed or colonialism-gone-wild; please understand truthfully the problems of these precious people and places on earth. Fix it! That is why we elected you. During the revolutionary war of America, were the continental fighters against England; patriots or insurgents? A revolution for freedom or a terrorist action against? History is written by the winners of war. Yesterday people died—today people died and tomorrow people will die…People destroying Life does not follow—don-cha-think!

3…Extra-Extra…Read-All-About-IT…Poster boy boink girl—Wow…Do we care about the sexual exploits of anyone? It does not matter! We all do it—much the same way and without a touch of truth and love it is actually worthless—blah-blah-blah. Define worth it; David and the Babe and some splendor-in-the-grass…Not worth a splatter of lie-news or bullshi…The November 7th (2012) Times Mag…listed buttons, clothing, gaffe-o-meter results, and Election garbage and waste and trash—oh my!

4…The NYT cannot or will not stop writing pre/post election drivel…Would rather study the Obituary columns…at least these beloved and departed folk did something worth re-telling. How about the true and un-biased results of history…History is news…Obituaries must be true…Families pay for Obits. Advertisers pay for News.

Now! The Fiscal cliff faces us in about—how many more minutes? Together we win—divided we…Only history/news will tell us how it goes? Congress and the Senate must come together—immediately-don-cha-think? Thankfully, we are not a mass of barn-yard creatures about to plunge over this cliff behind a government of pathetic and elected creatures of who—what—why—when—and how much! Oh wait! Just sit back and read/watch all about It.

We as the people; are not interested in epic battles amongst right-wing-left-wing soldiers of…and nasty history by reporters and radio babblers! And! Is the American Tea Party—America’s Taliban? If one percent of America has everything—then give it back to us and avoid having it removed and redistributed—Oh no! Are we demanding results and solutions?

Job shortages; we own an infrastructure that is devolving into trash…Evolution-not-religion is the forward movement of Society. Government bills of forward motion and improvement are jammed between legislative bodies of stupidity and speculation. Come-on- Now!

Foreign policies destroy People…Do not add misery to the People of Iran because their government is as corrupted as our own government. These folks do believe in Peace—Love and Understanding…They also love their children as much as we love our children. The people of Palestine, Syria, Egypt, Libya and many other countries, are violently dying from a ‘pathetic government action’ or because of________fill this in. You! Leaders fix this Now…

They are the children of this Universe and we have no choice but to be here—right now. So! This evening, switch on your tube, flip open your day-light or rustle your print substrate…Watch/read the show—the drama and the comedy and the truth and the lies…Do remember—your entertainment is history—including our pathetic government.

And! Beautiful you are…

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War Eternally Yours…

We fight these wars for so long and over and again until life ends and begins and ends…yesterday—today—tomorrow…Nothing matters but everything means the beginning of another end and we die and live together on these fields of battle.

I have been with you and in the names of religion and government and power and home, we battled foe, either you or me against another or against each other. No matter…we lived and died and were remembered and forgotten. And! We fought these wars and died. Forever; these wars for life-for throne-for freedom and we are lost.

War with Alexander or against Napoleon or another king or another religion of a same or different God. You and I, battle scarred or wounded or dying and never remembered except when she misses us or when we miss her. And! Our women go to war beside us. They stand with us and they die with us. They are not created to die in war. They are Life.

If we hate war—then why do we continually fight wars against life until life ceases and starts and stops and begins—ad infinitum? We! Are born to be wasted? Flags changed and still blood red is never a different liquid poured from wounds of knife or sword or spear or bullet or bomb or cannon or when mixed with powder and smoke. Blood red flows from you and I and horse and cat and dog and man and woman and child and baby…Still blood red—cries for strength and air and life.

I win and your history fades. You win and my life fades…And! If I must fight may I die to protect or save my family and my love? Be damned the government or the church or the faith or a thousand knife wounds or a million bullets. I fight and I will die for Home—and home is where I am this time—in this land or another place or world in another day or another time. We are born to be wasted…

Would it be precious to know that Love and Peace and Understanding is the next ideal stop made beneath the sky? Would it be precious not to be born and wasted but to be born and last without war for just one lifetime? Not to fall in battle—but just to fall in love…

One then
Two now
Then another
Then we
Then us.

Growls both low
And throat deep
Sounds just above
Noise-thought and
Beyond Dream-Speak.

Then whistles
Of distant trains.
A long distance
Away-again a call
And memory of war…

And! Beautiful you are…

A Coven Telling…

Consider a grave and unforgivable sin. It is a combination of joke and Holy Spirit. Spiritus Sanctus is the shrouded figure rustling freshly starched sheets as it follows a flickering light caused by the cool breeze, to dance across the memory of some distance room. Leather clad horsemen hold to the tree side of a snow covered field recently planted, tended, harvested and turned under by figures dressed in black robes with unseen faces or shadows above the neck. Unnamed warriors and priests appear and disappear in the gloom and inside their robes and armor. The horsemen are silent and snow covers the dark fur of their horses. Snorts of steam rush from beast’s nostrils and the ax and mace form crosses beyond the locked arms of both fighters and champions. Spirit flies on a breath of wind and Cease-world ends.

What was the Coven? It began as an idea that came and lived and died before Plague. Are these old ones necessary? Time changed and changing and people come and go and live and die. No reason, but all the reason to live and the reason to believe a reason. Coven— people?  These folks were the lucky ones, the live ones, the magicians, healers, killers, doctors, medicine-folk, angels and the high-ones. These names of more or less depend upon the watchers’ points-of- the-views.

These were the people of reminders and remainders. They built the Plague and they lost words with filth and life and nothing more-evermore. With plague they lost and won the Earth. They were the parents of the parents of those high folk in a Smokey Place of mountains and valleys and meadows and red dirt.

They were the Mystery of Rule. They were invisible except in Sity. They traveled in groups; men and women. They brought the fires. They cleaned the land of plague. They stoked the funeral pyres or ditches or more. They smoked through their hands and cleaned both the bodies of the dead and the land of the dying.

Sometimes it takes a long time for like to act like—like..Millions of families suffered and died. Crowman remembered the names for the extinction of humanity. First the Apocalypse and then the rapture and then another name for too many wars. There was never time to solve the issues of death, decay and sickness. When plague came it was expected. The illness was a combination of creation and complete failure. When a system breaks and then breaks again and again—those broken survivors faced folly and the greed-of-destruction.  Crowman had seen this on a world or two or ten or one hundred. The Crowman was immortal…And! Some called him God.

Crowman thought of a god as a creator and the Crowman was no creator. In his short lived experience, across a mere one hundred worlds, he had created nothing—he had saved nothing—and he had prevented nothing from beginning until it ended. He was not Gabriel or an Angel of death. Crowman was the Crowman…And! He lived on and on and on until it was time to pickup and take himself into another place.

He was a Watcher.He could not see except on the notions and visions haunting his dreams since he was born or created. He was just another joke to a mysterious creator-type that pumped out creations and scattered into another oblivious oblivion or a region called Universe or the great forever. He had seen it all or had seen nothing to compare with the next ending or another beginning.

Crowman was from Fólkvang. Once a warrior—Valkyrie lifted and a favorite of Freyja. He had been discovered by a Coven witch years before the Plague. He had been near death on a laced up boat and a platform of plastic drums and wooden sticks—a raft. He had been found face down and covered in oil sores. The witch said, “Crowman purchased earth to save…” The old witch died on her 237th birthday…Witches had a shelf-life just like humans but considerably longer. Today, humans die soon after birth…Witches live forever. Such is the trade between magic and mortals.

Crowman was not a coven priest. He had been a healer, a wealthy pilgrim, a murderer, a father, a magic man, the Wizard of Sity, a teacher, a king, a fool, a lover, a complicated and a simple friend, a drunk and a terrible god to the most holy.

Crowman was a man…He could not be Coven-Sacred. Only women and magical things were Coven-Sacred.  And! Only Spiritus Sanctus survived the Coven-Sacred. It was also known across the Sity proper that the Hurts were Crowman’s children…However; that is for another Time and another Book and another Reader.

So! As the Hurts often say, ‘Let us start at Sity-Door-Wide-Open.’

And! Beautiful you are…

From…’A Sity of Voices’ by Philip M. Edwards

Songs of Sociocide and…

Across skies ago, wails of the finish: of together and life and custom and speak and thought and reason and living and dying stopped immediately…Reverses gone. Motion and the familiarity of home-stop and vision of little candles burning in the window or home lights at the end of the world—extinguished and gone. The sailors without sail and the soldiers without war and the need to succeed in twinkling flashes disappeared across this sky above earth-spin. They were gone and we ended.

Someone said they arrived and Sociocide began the end of civilization. We became world-colony and use and stop and start and stagger and another Earth diminished before the new illumination and enlightenment. They stripped bare–ground quicker than we had consumed our way across the planet. These off-worlders devoured our own too many and our own slaughter of mother-world and the failing of protection became insignificant.

These fools and folly of off-world stopped our only way to continue. They failed to see their vision fade into star-stream and moon-dust. They removed our Love…

He looked up and said…”Scan the sky-sweet baby. Must leave… They will kill you. Somehow! Go to them. And you will not die.”

She too looked and saw his face, “Without you, I am dead…Without us we end. Without you and me— no Baby and without—we are…”

Is this a love story? Sociocide is now! Sociocide is yesterday! Sociocide is murder! Sociocide is  Crime against Humanity…Ask the Natives of America or the Palestinians or…It does require time, however, today we free-fall toward acceleration and the annihilation of Everyday.

And! Beautiful you are…

No War without Man…

‘Among the Stars there is a Place where my Heart Always Returns.’

Where is man without war? Where is life without its own destruction? If we are unable to stand upon this high ground and rip out our still beating hearts and with our guns and spears and arrows and mighty armies not destroy one another why are we considered killers and not the damned ones?

My country is the only country that has used atomic power to destroy two cities in Japan. My country is the only country using atomic power to kill humanity. Since WWII, no nuclear nation has used its atomic energy to war against each other. The people of Iran love their children. Their leaders love life. Presently, let us hope that civilization has turned away from Nuclear Warfare. Let us use guns and spears and arrows and rockets (conventional weapons) to destroy mankind…Let us destroy ourselves one human at a time—OK?

•    Iran says it can launch missiles at US bases throughout the Gulf
•    Iranian commander says missiles can reach 35 US bases in the Gulf
•    Iran has been holding a number of military drills in the Strait of Hormuz
•    Iran’s state news agency says dozens of missiles were tested
•    Drill included missiles capable of hitting US targets in the Gulf
•    The US has stepped up its military presence in the gulf
•    The US navy’s 5th fleet is in Bahrain – about 200 km from Iran’s coast
•    The US and EU embargo on Iranian oil imports came into effect on July 01
•    Iran threatens to shut the Strait of Hormuz in response to sanctions
•    Western powers say they will not tolerate obstruction in the strait
•    Around 20 per cent of world’s crude oil passes through the Strait of Hormuz
•    Experts say Iran’s oil exports are down by 40 per cent compared to last year

And! Beautiful you are…

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America Dead…

To Rule America Please:

Establish a harmonious society free of today’s enormous gap between the rich and the poor.

Rid government of corruption and replace this abomination with social justice.

Understand progress! Progress is a combination of success and failure. America’s leaders are cowards. They praise their successes and blame others for their failures.

Admit your mistakes and covet your corrections. Follow this method and your attempts to govern may become useful to all of us.

Govern by way of legislative revolution, realism and ‘soft control.’

The proper use of ‘Humane Authority’ dusts away the inhuman results of tyranny. All forms of ‘Inequality’ create enemies of the state and of the country. Inequality equals hate and revolution and ultimately war.

A ‘Hegemonic America’ has cheated both at home and aboard. The result: A government of indifference toward moral (not religious) concerns and violence against non-allies.

Presently: America’s condition equals a country of scattered revolution (little ‘r’). America’s heart and soul is both attacked and is dying.

If a true Revolution (big ‘R’) does not overnight appear and succeed – America is dead. Then…’Long live Tyranny’?

And! Beware of future Oil wars and China? “Beware of Wolves at Night—Beware of the Moon’s Light.”

And! Beautiful you are…

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Death by Gravity…

Does gravity decrease the life-span of mankind? Why do the characters of early Bible tales/stories, either truth or fiction tell of “Methuselah type folk” living nearly one thousand years on Earth? Was Earth created before our actually knowing or the true records with a reduced Gravity–much closer to Martian gravity of 38% of today’s Earth gravity? Gravity does beat Earthers to-death over a typical lifetime.

Note: Coming from Mars in the Ark of Travel was the way our Earthbound Ancestors crossed heaven and arrived in one shape or form on Earth. How far is Mars from Earth? (36 million miles to over 250 million miles apart)… So if our Creators/Aliens/Martian masters/or other Ones picked a planet for terraforming or altering enough to support life, as we know today even several million years ago…Earth would be at times close and obviously a great place to move Martians, our Ancestors away from a planet about to undergo life ending events…

In Biblical records/while told in a way jammed between truth and pure stupidity…Remember that truth is power and if a religious organization (Roman Catholic Church or the Jewish/Christian) requires great people power–keep the masses stupid/illiterate and HUNGRY = great wealth and power! Hindu/Muslims/Buddhists = same!

Note: Noah and the Ark is suggested as an escape from 40 days – 40 nights of RAIN…We need a break from very real “storm-fear” and we are at the mercy of any earth-event (fear and fear and fear–oh yeah!)

In telling a “miracle-tale” a trip of thirty-six million miles across the heavens or the near-side separation between Earth and Mars on a Mother Ship with Martian life forms including men and women is another way to tell the “Ark-Tale.” Far-fetched? Maybe or not?

Did our four-footed animal friends ride along or were they already Earth-creation or already Earthers before us Martians? We are the only folk on this planet to be upright beasts, slow and weak but thankfully very intelligent!

Do we Human Beings require this 1G pull and yank to survive? Why? Maybe Not?  We may require changes (a little injection or some added exercise) and a small amount of time for these alterations (if needed) but for an extra few hundred years of life–WOW!

The Chronicle of Time: (Is there a space between intervals or happening time that we fail to see with our present ability to observe beyond our 3-tier ability)? Would these spaces, if observed, allow us to shape time- to-action or action-to-time within a 4th tier. Free-Will? Probably not! However, free-will for another time…

And! Beautiful you are…

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