Unwilling to admit. Unwilling to participate. Unwilling to act humanely.
Your government of the United States refused to join 57 other countries and sign a treaty that bans forced disappearances. Forced disappearances . . . aka kidnapping and secret detainment. 57 countries apparently think it is a good idea to ban this practice, yet the treaty didn't meet the "expectations" of the U.S. Oh, but in the NYTimes you'll read about how the military wants more civilian help in Iraq, and the latest about avian flu, but nothing about this refusal to sign.
I wonder why we didn't sign? Could we be involved in such kidnappings? You bet your ass--it's nothing new, and I'm disgusted. Dig around. You'll find lots of horrific stories (sound like Maher Arar, anyone?). Don't like it? Call your senators and representatives. Do it. Hold them accountable for the insanity of the Patriot Act which shrouds kidnappings and a near-universal suspension of habeus corpus under the guise of 'national interests'.
Have a good day,
How about this for school spirit?! . . . You may have to read the second paragraph twice.
I wonder if the subjects of this editorial and my most recent post are--in some tenuous way--related.
I just wonder.
Stop the insanity, please.
I have been to a few military recruiting posts in my day, and I cannot imagine anyone every being turned down by them. Kids walk in, presumably of their volition, and get told some line about how much money they can earn for college. Recruiters say lots of stuff. In fact, the sailors I knew who had been stationed at recruiting depots would do just about anything, so they told me, to get some kid to sign on the bottom line. Recruiters would enlist pets if they could. I am getting to my point.
With this article the New York Times announces President Bush's plan to augment the number of military personnel, specifically the Army and Marines. So, if recruiters aren't achieving their enlistment goals now, where do you think the proposed new soldiers will come from? It's cold in here: there's a bit of a draft.
Bush's new brain child attempts in the most egregious manner to solve a reducible set of problems. More troops = escalation. Not a good idea. Why not work to reduce the number of strains on the military? (A complicated matter, I know) And the Democrats are behind this plan, which boggles my mind. They've been calling for this for years, they say. Forget about the 41 million Americans without health care, we need to spend money augmenting the military? I don't follow.
Again, it's up to us. Ponder this issue. Decide if you think an ever larger military is really what we need. Call or write your senators and let them know; here's how.
Well, just when you think you've got your summer all planned out . . .
I received very informal notice today that I did not win one of the two scholarships offered through my school for study in Austria (see previous entry). What a drag, I thought. Now I'll have to spend my own money. Piece of Bad News #1.
#2 . . . I got an e-mail today from Yale about the summer course I was planning to take. They coldly informed me without explanation that the five-week seminar was cancelled. What a drag - I had my heart set on going to Vienna, and I still might, but I won't leave with that Schoenberg experience behind me. (This course was going to be highly useful, too, because I've been thinking a lot about Wolfgang Rihm's music lately -- as a potential dissertation project -- on which the 2nd Viennese School is a direct influence.)
But the GOOD news is that I can now attend Zac and Solange's wedding (see previous entry)! So, New Orleans here I come. Who needs Vienna, anyway?
Moral of the story is, sometimes life's decisions are made for you. See you in LA.
(that's Louisiana, for the postal-code-impaired among us)
I learned from NPR that Journey is conducting a 30-year reunion tour. Now if that's your thing, go see Journey. But if the draw is really a nostalgic one, man there's only one original band member left. (You won't hear Steve Perry singing.) I've been to a reunion tour (sadly) and was left disappointed because you can never go home again.
If the future holds more nostalgic shows like this, what's next?
"One day love will find you and break those chains that bind you. One night will remind you how we touched and went our separate ways."