Oliver Stone: “Obama has managed to put together the most intensive surveillance state in the history of the world”

Fourth Amendment

Last time I checked, Pneumonia doesnt cause seizures & memory loss. Also what fell out of Hillarys pants when she fainted? #HillarysHealth

The “Good German” syndrome

The “Good German” syndrome

People still blame the Germans for allowing Hitler to do the evil that he did, and in particular for pretending not to see the Holocaust as it occurred around them.

Germans at the time thought:

* I didn’t vote for him

* most people don’t support him

* I engaged in some forms of protest

* although the forms of protest I engaged in were mocked and derided by the government and by those in the media, I did everything I could do and I sure felt good about myself as I protested

* if it weren’t for the fact that the government would arrest and possibly kill me, I would have done more

* I didn’t see anything directly, so I wasn’t sure of how bad it actually was

* people in positions of high authority convinced me that whatever they were doing was for the best

* I live in a civilized, democratic country, certainly the most civilized and democratic that has ever been, and my country wouldn’t do evil things

* these people were going to destroy our country, so what we had to do was just self-defense

* why do you blame us when we’re the victims?

* there are many people in my country who support our government with a radical fervor, many of them my neighbors and relatives, and I want to get along with them or I fear their reaction should I dare to express dissent

* anyone who expresses the least amount of dissent faces the general hatred of the public

* anyone who expresses the least amount of dissent may lose his or her job or livelihood

* anything I might have done wouldn’t have made any difference

* the people who are doing the work of the government are ‘our troops’, and must be supported in whatever they have to do on our behalf

* the alleged victims of my government aren’t fully human, and their lives aren’t worth even the slightest inconvenience or risk to our lives

* the alleged victims of my government have a false and evil religion, and my true religion gives me the right to eliminate them

* after the sufferings we’ve faced, no one can dare tell us what to do

* what my country is doing is actually for the improvement of the lives of what busybodies describe as its ‘victims’

* my country right or wrong (no, sorry, that is someone else – the Germans weren’t that stupid)

* our leaders are particularly blessed and wise, with a direct line to God, and would never do the wrong thing.

Can Americans today see the similarities between Hitler’s Germany and Bush’s America? Of course, the Germans said that they couldn’t have known the evil that the Third Reich was capable of. It is perhaps unfair to say that every American who isn’t doing everything possible now to stop the insanity is personally morally responsible for the death of every Iraqi. However, there is an immoral crime of the highest order being committed in America, and somebody is morally responsible. History teaches us lessons if we care to learn them.

O Tell Me The Truth About Love by W H Auden – Poetry Reading

O Tell Me The Truth About Love by W H Auden – Poetry Reading

O Tell Me The Truth About Love – Poem by WH Auden

Some say love’s a little boy,
And some say it’s a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round,
Some say that’s absurd,
And when I asked the man next door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn’t do.

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.

Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It’s quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I’ve found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway guides.

Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.

I looked inside the summer-house;
It wasn’t even there;
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton’s bracing air.
I don’t know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn’t in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.

Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all its time at the races,
or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.

When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I’m picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.