I took a picture of a field of wheat, but it came out grainy.
Month: November 2015
This short video turned up on an art blog that I follow. Three things struck me – the catchy tune, the pretty amazing playing from a lady who doesn’t even seem to realise she is talented, and the comments from rebloggers.
Comments included (copied exactly as they were posted):
“She just shat all over every guitar player in the top 40 with a bent guitar that’s not even tuned correctly (and missing its top e string)”
“Oh my goodness. Wow. Ive never seen something so amazing. Who is this woman?”
“That. Was. Fire”
“I don’t know music, so I don’t understand what I’m looking at (though I do like it), but I just showed this to my husband, and his jaw hit the floor.”
“Lovely slide bits, by the way …”
I wasn’t able to find out where the video originated.
Terrorists – of whatever variety – are nothing more or less than a scourge on society. As a Christian I am acutely aware of the horrors people of my faith have committed. I am convinced that most terrorist atrocities carried out by extremist Muslims are at least partly the outcome of decisions made and actions taken by the West. In general terms in this context, “West” also means “Christians”.
How to remedy that is a vexed question – and one to which our leaders seem to have no answer. Mostly they seem to believe that attack is the best form of defence. That belief flies in the face of the teaching of the Christian faith that underpins (or at least is the historical basis for) most of today’s Western countries. Moreover, they all seem oblivious to the possibility that they or their predecessors helped to create the situation – and consequently take no responsibility for it.
The following article was written by David Donovan, Independent Australia‘s creator and managing editor. I was so impressed that I’m reproducing it in full. It would be nice if our so-called leaders took note of it.
Terrorism can be beaten — but not by fighting
When it comes to “fighting terrorism”, it seems to me that we, in the West, almost always get things exactly wrong.
I mean, even the term “fighting terrorism” ‒ which we sometimes call the “War on Terror” ‒ is an oxymoron. Because as soon as we start fighting – or warring – then terror will inevitably ensue.
And so, in the wake of the terrifying Paris attacks, you can hear the the drumroll of fear and the call to arms.
François Hollande, the French president, for example, has said France is “at war” with ISIS and has immediately closed his nation’s borders. Closer to home, we hear more of the same, and talk of amping up the security apparatus. Of boots on the ground in the Middle East. Of even more obtrusive anti-terror laws. Of even greater targeting of Muslims and refugees. And people who maybe look a little different.
All the things we have tried before. All the things that have worked so very well up until now.
Of course, this is a predictable response. An understandable response. When someone bloodies your nose and knocks you to the ground, the first thing you want to do, in your outrage and humiliation, is to leap to your feet and strike them back. To hurt them as much, if not more, than they have just hurt you.
But is this a clever response? Is anything done in anger ever really clever?
And, of course, for the “reclaimed” souls among us who bubble effervescent about the supposed backwardness of Islam, it is not a very “Christian” response either. Well, not New Testament Christian anyway. The Old Testament ‒ the ancient Hebrew bible ‒ does talk about an “eye for an eye” and of vengeance being exacted “sevenfold” upon on ones enemies, but Jesus Christ was really more of a SNAG.
I mean, take this Messianic quote:
‘You have heard that it was said: ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth’. But I say to you, do not resist an evil person; but whoever slaps you on your right cheek, turn the other to him also.’
In times like this, irrespective of your belief system, it strikes me that maybe our zombie god has a point to present. It seems to me that the only way you can win against terror is by taking away people’s fear — or at least not adding to it. By love and compassion, not hatred and war. By setting a good example and winning people to your side, not trying to utterly rub out of existence those who oppose you.
Back to Paris. U.S. President Barack Obama said on the day of the attacks that ISIS had been “contained”. He’s been pilloried for this comment, of course.
People say that, no, the attacks in Paris shows that ISIS is vibrant and strong. That it is on the rise.
But I think they are wrong. That Obama may be right.
People do not blow themselves up ‒ not even religious fanatics ‒ if they have other, better, more attractive options. A power that is comfortable and secure in its ascendancy does not send out suicide bombers. By definition, again, suicide bombing is a tactic of last resort. The Paris attacks, it seems to me, were a desperate tactic, perhaps from a declining organisation, under pressure, losing militarily and hoping to recruit new fighters to its cause. To bolster its shrinking inventory of murderers by extinguishing a few in the City of Light.
And so striking back in anger is exactly what our attackers wants us to do. Why else would ISIS attack innocent civilians other than to stimulate outrage and encourage furious retaliation? When the West begins vilifying Muslims and limiting public freedoms, they must believe, then the conditions become right for more desperate and angry young men to join their side. And that closing borders might give many less angry young men no other choice. Join ISIS or die might be the only options available to them.
And so what is the answer? What do we do when pitiless murderers strike out against innocents?
The answer is to stay vigilant and protect each other, but not to strike back in fear and anger. The answer is compassion. The answer, if this is at all possible, is to stop the wars and the killing. To remove the men of war. To stop shooting. To stop bombing. To own up, perhaps, for the sins of the past ‒ our own atrocities ‒ the invasions, and the looting, and the lies, and to try to show that Western culture, democracy and secularism is something worth aspiring to. Perhaps we could even try to open up our borders to all the millions of displaced people all over the world. The ones without homes. The ones without hope.
Perhaps we could try to rid the world of its rampant inequality and unfairness. Where the West has all and the rest have fuck all. Because this is what drives the young, angry and humiliated men to ISIS and its analogues. That makes people so angry and humiliated they feel their lives are forfeit. That makes them take up arms and take up bombs, and strike back at innocent people, at play around their homes.
I think that’s what Jesus would likely do. But this isn’t a Christian thing. This is what any compassionate, aware human being would do, Christ simple being a classic and highly ironic public representation. Because most of the Christians I know are nothing like their Christ. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Because being like Christ is far too hard for Christians. We have weapons, and we have armies, and we have war and so we will fight, of course. And the terror will escalate. And the piles of dead will rise to the sky. And the fighting ‒ yes, the fighting ‒ will go on forever.
And some day soon it will be impossible to tell who were the terrorists and who were the ones we sent out to fight them ‒ to avenge us ‒ as if ever there was ever any difference at all.
Except if we refuse to fight. If we turn the other cheek, perhaps we may save us all.
Gogh for it
Meet some little-known members of Vincent van Gogh’s family:
|U Gogh||Grandfather from Yugoslavia|
|Fla Ming Gogh||Vincent’s bird-watcher grandmother|
|Winnie Bay Gogh||A great-aunt who travelled the country in an RV|
|Where-diddy Gogh||An uncle who was a magician|
|Verti Gogh||The dizzy aunt|
|Cant Gogh||An uncle who suffered chronic constipation|
|Way To Gogh||The aunt who taught positive thinking|
|Gotta Gogh||The little brother who ate too many prunes|
|Go Gogh||The disco-loving sister|
|Stop N Gogh||The brother who worked at a convenience store|
|Tan Gogh||A cousin who was a champion ballroom dancer|
|Man Gogh||Another cousin – one who loved fruit|
|Wells-far Gogh||A nephew who drove a stage coach|
|Po Gogh||Vincent’s bouncy little niece|
Moses and the EIS
God called down to Moses and said, “I’ve got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
Moses replied, “Most merciful God, if I have brought you any favour, please give me the good news first.”
“Moses, the good news is that I’ve chosen you to deliver my people from bondage,” God answered. “I will force Pharaoh to release my children by causing years of pestilence in Egypt. There will be plagues of locusts and frogs and incredible devastation upon the land. Pharaoh’s armies will chase you as you try to leave, but do not fear because I will part the waters of the Red Sea to aid in your escape.”
“And the bad news?” Moses asked.
“You have to prepare the Environmental Impact Statement,” God replied.
With apologies to the writer of the Old Testament book of Exodus