archive 8: April, 2005
Before You Mindlessly Tie Another Yellow Ribbon (April 17, 2005)
On Friday, April 15, 2005, I stood in front of our local Court House protesting the War in Iraq. It was tax day and we were trying to make a point about how our tax dollars were being used. Many cars passed by and gave us an approving honk. Other drivers gave us a disapproving 3rd finger. Some of the cars had "support our troops" proudly displayed on their rears.

Support our troops? Does anyone question those words when they mindlessly slap the bright yellow sticker on their vehicle? What do those words mean? Is the "rah rah" supporter aware of why we are in Iraq? Has anyone told these cheerleaders that the Iraqis did not fly any planes into the World Trade Center? Has anyone told the "yellow ribbon crowd" that there were no Weapons of Mass Destruction in Iraq? Can someone tell me what "support our troops means?"

Last week our small county had its first fatality in Iraq. His name was Army Spc. Manny Lopez. Because he expected to be in Baghdad for 18 months, he made a video for his daughter, Isabella.

After the tragedy hit the newspaper, grief stricken people called the local radio station to give voice to their pain. One woman uttered, through her tears, "He died for our freedom."

He died for our freedom? Perhaps I have been sufficiently dumbed down, but, as I stumble around in my flouride induced fog, I wish someone would help me understand how killing innocent people in Iraq (and Afganistan) is keeping us free. What has sending soldiers to be poisoned and to die have to do with " keeping us free?." In my lexicon of logic, the belief that "he died for our freedom " is just about as meaningless as "support our troops."

On April 15th, we carried signs in front of the Court House. I chose a sign that featured a picture of an Iraqi Vet named Herold Noel. Unlike Manny Lopez, Herold Noel came home from the war. In fact, he came home a hero.....but it was not long before he wound up homeless.

Byron Pitts of CBS News did a report on Herold Noel on March 25, 2005.
When "Iraqi Freedom" first began, Private First Class Herold Noel was a soldier in the U.S. Army's 3rd Infantry Division, pounding a path into Baghdad. "I fought for this country, " he said "I shed blood for this country. I watched friends die."

Herold was forced to live in his jeep after being robbed at a homeless shelter. He put in applications for housing but was told they were lost.

Mr Pitts' report talked about how the vets are coming home with mental health issues and substance abuse problems.

"Mental health issues? " Once again I am going to have to admit ignorance. That phrase is amorphous and ambiguous. I cannot help but wonder how many of these "mental health issues" are manifestations of depleted uranium.
Leuren Moret is a geoscientist who has worked around the world on radiation issues, educating citizens, the media, members of parliaments and Congress and other officials Ms. Moret calls "Depleted uranium: Dirty bombs, dirty missiles, dirty bullets: A death sentence here and abroad"

A Japanese professor, Dr. K. Yagasaki, has calculated that 800 tons of DU is the atomicity equivalent of 83,000 Nagasaki bombs. The U.S. has used more DU since 1991 than the atomicity equivalent of 400,000 Nagasaki bombs. Four nuclear wars indeed, and 10 times the amount of radiation released into the atmosphere from atmospheric testing!
No wonder our soldiers, their families and the people of the Middle East, Yugoslavia and Central Asia are sick. " http://www.rense.com/general63/dub.htm

"The long-term effects have revealed that DU (uranium oxide) is a virtual death sentence," stated Arthur N. Bernklau, executive director of Veterans for Constitutional Law in New York. "Marion Fulk, a nuclear physical chemist, who retired from the Lawrence Livermore Nuclear Weapons Lab, and was also involved with the Manhattan Project, interprets the new and rapid malignancies in the soldiers (from the 2003 Iraq War) as 'spectacular -- and a matter of concern!'" http://www.rense.com/general63/11.htm

Herold Noel was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Unemployed and married with three kids, he couldn't get a job.

"Take two Prozacs and call me in the morning."

Waking people up from the nightmare is not easy. They are plugged into a controlled media and nod hypnotically as the pResident talks about the "war on terror" They sing "Proud to Be An American" as they continue to mindlessly display their yellow ribbons and fly their flags. They do not question the horror behind these symbolic gestures.

While the people busily "support the troops" what does the government do? Does our government "support the troops" as it cuts their benefits? Does the government "support our troops" when it sends them into battle with inadequate equipment? Does the government "support the troops" when it turns its back on the casualties of the war? Does the government "support the troops" as it casts Herold Noel and countless others onto the streets?

Henry Kissinger, in an honest moment (forgive the oxymoron) stated the globalists' true feelings about our troops. After the Vietnam war, when our soldiers came home ill from Agent Orange, Mr. "Killinger" stated "Military men are just dumb stupid animals to be used for foreign policy."

Is that Mr.Kissmyass's definition of the phrase "support our troops?"

Not long ago I watched a powerful movie on television. It was called "Homeless to Harvard" and was based on a true story of a young girl, Liz Murray, whose both parents were drug addicts dying of AIDS. After dropping out of school and living on the street, this heroic young woman became determined to get an education. Though she ate out of dumpsters and slept on the subway, she ultimately finished High School in two years and got a New York Times Scholarship to Harvard University. It was a deeply moving story. It was a story filled with hope. And yet, it was obviously unique. Most young people in Liz's situation succumb to a life of hopelessness.

On Friday, April 15th, I stood in front of our local Court House protesting war. Yet, in my case, the protest was aimed at all the wars...past present and future. My protest was aimed at the abuse of people all around the globe. My protest was aimed at the lies and deception and greed of the globalists and the sadly hypnotized populace that is willing to kill and be killed without knowing why. I carried a sign that had a picture of Herold Noel. The sign read "From Hero to Homeless." It was a story filled with despair. Sadly, Herold's story, unlike Liz', is not unique. As many as 275,000 veterans will likely sleep out in the cold tonight.

'Twas The Eve Of Destruction...And All Through My House (April 9, 2005)

It's no surprise to the people that know me that I spend a lot of time listening to Internet radio. On many nights, I fall asleep with the computer on and awaken at some point during the night to a voice yelling about the New World Order and Big Brother. I suspect this is not the best form of sleep programming and I'd be better off with the sound of rain or birds chirping. However, in my never ending quest for "the truth" I have traded in the "white noise" machine for a voice that sounds a bit like someone gargling on Drano. And yet, the Drano voice keeps me aware of the "news they loose" ("they" meaning the mainstream media) The result is that I am living in a parallel universe. In my universe there are bird flu scares, possible cataclysmic disasters, a looming financial bust and, of course, a 911 that was not perpetrated by a group of Arabs with tweezers (I know, I know....it was box cutters...but that is just as ridiculous) And so....while the world sleeps and visions of sugar plum fairies dance in some peoples heads.......my mind is being flooded with a Tsunami of alternative facts.

Perhaps, this is why, during a recent trip to London, my sister, whom I hadn't seen in 20 years, looked at me aghast.

"Why do you waste your time with this crap?" she questioned as a fiery discussion erupted concerning the truth of 911.

"Because I ran out of Danielle Steele books."

No....I didn't say that but I must admit those words crossed my mind. Even without my glasses, I recognized the need for self control. And so, I took a deep breath and exercised that rather flaccid muscle.

"You may think it's a waste but that's your opinion. Some people watch sitcoms, some people read trashy fiction and some people research the official story of 911. To each his own."

A silence befell the room as two sisters began to dismantle the wall of tension. There was a sudden change of topic. Perhaps it was my five planets in Libra, but I felt it was important to keep the peace. In addition, it would have been a long walk back to The United States. Maybe it was the tone of my voice. Maybe it was my lack of histrionics and flailing arms. Whatever the reason, it was not long before the warmth of sisterly love once again permeated the room. If you can't keep peace in your own family, how are you going to handle the Middle East?

Don't let this brief interlude with my sister confuse you. I sometimes wish that I was not one of the people who "wasted" their time perusing the Internet in search of "truth." Sometimes I wish I could pop a Prozac and turn on the "boob tube." Sometimes I actually envy people who don't think about doom and gloom. I envy people who think that "the bird flu" is merely the past tense of "the bird flies." I envy people who do not live in a world in which the specter of microchips looms dangerously close to body parts. However, my case of envy does not last long....and, before you can say "New World Order" I am back on the Net...........feeding my lust for truth.

Since I am still living on Planet Earth (for the most part) I occasionally turn on the mainstream media. It verges on the absurd. Personally, I would rather watch Jon Stewart's The Daily Show. At least he is intentionally funny.

Lately the Mainstream Media has had a focus....the death of the Pope. Since I have a minuscule papal understanding I will resist the desire to begin pontificating. I will instead recommend an article by Mark Owen. http://www.rense.com/general63/popo.htm

My dislike of Organized Religion is fairly clear to anyone who is familiar with my essays. I believe anything that divides..........weakens. It's interesting that our English word "religion" comes from the Latin verb religare, which simply means to join together, to connect. Perhaps it is time to rewrite the dictionary or, better yet, our behavior.

But alas, I have digressed.....as a person with a grievance will often do.

The other morning I was listening to an Internet show . (just an average morning in the Andreas home) The phone lines were open and the arm chair pundits were telling the host exactly who they felt was responsible for the condition of our world. Some were convinced that the Vatican was orchestrating the New World Order Symphony. Others pointed the finger of blame at the Jews, Others stated that it was the Zionists. The host summed it up by saying that it was the Globalists and they come in all religions, races and sizes. Although the bodies are different they have one important similarity........they are suffering from terminal greed. Their greed occupies the place where their conscience used to reside. They are as clever as they are ruthless ....and they have gained control of the minds and souls of the unsuspecting populace.

Sadness filled my room and my world tilted on its axis. It was a familiar feeling. I was starring in The Matrix and had a desire to put my finger down my throat and cough up the red pill.

Yes.....we are all being manipulated. Some of us are being manipulated to hate. Some of us are being manipulated to kill. Some of us are being manipulated to pop an SSRI and head over to the mall.

Who is doing this? Does it really matter? Of course it does. People must be held accountable for their actions. They must suffer the consequences of their misdeeds. But don't expect the terrain to change dramatically. You see, if you were to take all the perpetrators and send them to some outer star constellation, a new group would simply emerge in their stead. It is similar to the drug dealer on the corner. Arrest the scoundrel and his/her replacement appears the following day. Avarice, cruelty and gluttony are not the domain of a select few. They are not confined to a race ...a religion ...a bloodline. They are a condition of a consciousness that has only one direction in which to go and I'll give you a clue....it's not "down." Removing the "enemy du jour" will not solve the problem. The pieces may rearrange but the game will go on until the participants cease to participate.

I did not mean to dig a hole of hopelessness and bury you inside. I did not mean to minimize the impact that we all can have on life. In my world ..the journey never ends. I may not be certain that Planet Earth will survive under the weight of humanity's lack of humanity yet I do not believe that the end of the planet is the end of the journey.

Allow me a moment or two in which to wax esoteric. I doubt that it is possible for us to create a "heaven on earth." ...although it's certainly a noble effect. We are inhabitants of a dualistic plane and therefore cannot have "good" without "evil" any more than we can have "up" without "down." We may not be able to change the world but we can certainly impact it in dramatic ways. We can help to raise the consciousness of our fellow beings. We can gently awaken our fellow beings from their somnambulism. We can refuse to mindlessly follow along to get along.

Every act of kindness, every loving gesture, every word of encouragement sends ripples throughout the universe. Do not minimize the power of these ripples and the effect that they have on consciousness. Do not underestimate the power of consecrating a life to truth and integrity. Do not fall prey to the anger and fear that leave you impotent and loveless.

Copyright Judy Andreas 2005