across the pond.

Hey so I’m in Kuwait and guess what?  It’s hot.  Hot as hell.  It sort of looks/feels like hell too.  Go figure.  I’ll give more details hopefully here soon but for now I just wanted to give you a little hello from across the pond. 

I’ll try and keep this updated as much as possible to let those of you who care [actual or feigned] know whats going on.  At the very least I’ll let you know the when and where’s but hopefully I’ll have the opportunity to explore other areas of discussion.

Until then brothers and sisters..Stay Alert, Stay Alive.  Hooah.

I’ve had this on repeat

“Arms Of A Woman”

Amos Lee

 

I am at ease in the arms of a woman.

Although now, most of my days I spend alone.

A thousand miles, from the place I was born.

But when she wakes me, she takes me back home.

 

Now, most days, i spend like a child.

Who’s afraid of ghosts in my mind. 

 know, there aint nothing out there.

I’m still afraid to turn on the lights.

 

I am at ease in the arms of a woman.

Although now, most of my days a I spend alone.

A thousand miles, the place I was born.

When she wakes me, she takes me back home.

war

War is horrible. No matter the justification, the perceived necessity of it, or the projected benefits of said endeavor.  Ernest Hemingway wrote “Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.” I hold firmly to this concept that war is never just or right. However..

:: “How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb”::

War is one of those things in this world that exists as a manifestation of our creation.  Looking at the laws of nature one can clearly see that this life is about taking what you need [or what you think you need].  The lion stalks the gazelle, the cat eats the mouse, and the stock broker buys the Mercedes. It’s unavoidable and will always exist as long as we do.  It is in our nature to be selfish.  I need a car, I need clothes, I need a gazelle, etc.  We’ve all heard the cries from the pro-peace crowd and probably have had a conversation with someone saying they are anti-war.  You, faithful reader, may be numbered among these idealists.  Please allow me to share a few thoughts with you.  To deny something so integral to who we are as war is to deny yourself.  Many of us ‘beat’ our bodies into submission in hopes to change our very nature so that we will not be rejected by/with/from the prize. But you cannot.  How many times have you tried and how many times have you failed?  You will always fall [the discussion of grace, sanctification, and all the other tenets are reserved for a later date].  If you truly wish to stop war on this planet there are exactly two ways to bring about the extinction of this particularly tenacious animal.

::extreme but effective::

One is to end the world entirely. The final solution of all mankind. Plato wrote that “only the dead have seen the end of war” and to rephrase this; the end of war will only be seen by the dead. What can save us? Don’t look to Jesus my friends because our savior is more likely several, accurately placed, 40 megaton bombs.  Before you think I’ve lost my mind, relax, I’m only kidding..sort of.  Maybe the War to End All Wars, part III would be a just and fitting ending to the illustrious history of mankind.  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

::don’t worry there’s a backup plan::

If this solution leaves you a bit hesitant then perhaps a plan B will appeal to your selfish soul [admit it you don't want the end the world because you don’t want to die or lose those you think you love. If not, well then you, my friend, are a better (wo)man than I]  The second solution to this problem of violence is easy to envision and has captivated the imagination of some of the greatest men in the history of the world. One world order. One government. One seat of power.  When will war end?  When there is no one to fight.  Conquer the world so fiercely that no one would dare oppose you and balance love and fear [see Machiavelli]. Now I’m sure you see the difficulty in this Herculean task [which is why its B and not A] in choosing a leader to unite under. Undoubtedly it would need to be a man of delusional spiritual or ancestral conviction since these people can rarely swayed by such trivialities as reason or common sense.  Even this solution, however, can only work for a short amount of time [maybe 7 years? or 3.5 depending on your thoughts on the subject]  Perhaps one day the great tribulation will ease all of our minds and hearts.

::random personal meditiations::

Have you ever seen a city burn?  Brought down in rubble by a ghost army in the still of the night?  Neither have I.  Some of my comrades have.  No one, at least no sane person, wants to see innocent civilians caught in the wake of rival ideologies, but it is an unfortunate reality of a fallen world.  It’s been written many times over the difference between our world and theirs.  In a few days I’m going to leave my home and start my gradual progression to meet where our world [the world of MTV and Starbucks] meets their world.  As of now, I haven’t really been forced to deal with this eventuality other than those few weeks where I fly off to here or there sorting out logistical and training issues. I know nothing of hardship.  I know nothing of war.  I know nothing of nerve wracking firefights and mind dulling boredom.  I often try to imagine what it must be like for the Iraqis whom we’ve so valiantly liberated [play nice or we'll free the hell out of you].  Some feel relieved that we’ve stepped in, removed a dictator, and rebuilt their entire infrastructure at a great cost to us.  Others, I’m sure, aren’t so appreciative of our ‘meddleing.’   In any case, I want to understand the situation I’m going into and the people involved.  The Suni, Shia, Kurds, or more crudely Haji.  I believe I’m honest enough to recognize the mistakes of my superiors and courageous enough to stand in the face of a arrogant ‘journalist’ [if they even exist anymore] and speak approvingly of the effort.  Love, war, peace, hate, empathy..eh.  Can’t we all just get along? No.  Now get out of our way.

this is my hero

oh johnathan…

enjoy.

learning to surf.

I just watched the Curious Case of Benjamin Button a couple of days ago and, first of all, Bradley is as fine as ever.  Putting that aside, it was an amazing movie.  Benjamin Button played with my emotions more than I care to share here.

Walking away from the movie, there were many scenes that replayed through my head but one in particular that was especially poignant was an interaction between an emotionally and experientially young Benjamin and some lady that I can’t quite remember the name of.  The pair were sitting at a piano and Benjamin, as he stumbles over a few notes, begins to discover the joy of music.  The woman teaches him how to play and says this:

“it doesn’t matter how well you play, but how you feel when you play it.”

This simple statement humbled me so so much.  Lately I’ve been caught up in the mentality that if I’m ever going to redeem my thousands of hours of playing time I need to be good [as if I'll ever be able to recognize it in me should I possess it].  I’ve lost touch with the purity and sanctity of music itself.  Many years ago I yearned for the gift of tongues, not so I could parade myself about, as some are in the habit of doing, but so that I could be free and have a more intimate way of speaking to the Lord.  As the years went by, prayers unaswered, and life pushing down on me making me more and more cynical that dream became just that, a dream.

I used to find someplace to sit by myself and attempt to play praise songs and worship but it rarely ever worked out.  I would get caught up in the music and ride the waves for a while.  Around this time I was also wrestling with how to balance performance with worship and finding my “secret place” right there on stage with all eyes watching.  Somewhere along the line it occurred to me that in my secret place [alone in my room or 'alone' on the stage] as I played my guitar I would worship.  Not through the words of the song but in the expression of my heart though My Love [the name of my guitar].  This is my gift.  This is my tongues.  Sounds like gibberish to some but to you, its divine.  Now I can’t remember the exact moment that I came to this realization/enlightenment/delusion but I suspect it came from one of my practice sessions.  It doesn’t matter how well you play.  All that matters is how you feel while you are playing.  I don’t need to be good [though I'd like to be] I just need to grow in my understanding of music and my sensitivity to the divinity in the waves.

from the tropics to the mountains.

What is it about the islands that puts you at ease…makes everything not really that important anymore. The sun, sand, waves, coconut trees, and fruity drinks. mmmm. how i pine for thee..or rather how I coconut for thee. hahaha.

Also I love the refreshingly crisp morning air of the mountains. There something special in waking up to the cool dawn of a new day on the trail. Tall trees, fresh air, campfires, carrying knives and hatchets and not being looked at as weird, and of course shivering to the bone eating cold food in the rain knowing you have another 20+ miles of mountainous terrain to hike with an 70 pound pack until you make it back to your car and relax. mmm beautiful.

[if you can't go there, bring there here]

Since its a bit to chilly to hit the trails and I can’t make it all the way to Hawaii , I will bring both to me..

this my friends is an Acacia Koa tree. In the right hands it can become something altogether beautiful.

presenting a “mature Adirondack spruce forest.”

add some glue and steel and lets see what happens.

tis the season

wow when I started this thing I anticipated updating much more often than I actually do. I get many ideas of things to write but somehow most just aren’t “good enough” to post. hmm well I resolve to update more frequently, even if it is just frivolous nonsense.

::the wish::

Every year when this season rolls around I start thinking about what I’m actually thankful for but, being the hopeless dreamer that I am, I unfortunately ponder those things which I am lacking or wish were different as well. This year for my birthday all I want is..well perhaps Bobby Darin can say it better than I..

::the solution::

perhaps I can woo her with this little ditty.

false flag ops..declassified.

In my most current undertaking Body of Secrets: Anatomy of the Ultra-Secret National Security Agency by James Bamford I’ve come upon many nuggets of knowledge in our nation’s clandestine history. One such nugget that, incredibly, I’ve never even heard of before is of the CIA’s Operation Northwood.

Let me set the stage for you:

It is 1960’s and in the middle of the Cold War. The United States, namely the US Military, is staunchly opposed to Communist Russia and it’s satellites, including Cuba. President John F. Kennedy, the youngest president thus far, has just assumed control of the White House from President General Dwight D. Eisenhower.

1961: The Bay of Pigs. In an effort to overthrow Castro a CIA trained Cuban exile force was raised and deployed with promise of US air support. When the day came, however, the exile force was easily defeated and illusion of causing an internal revolt to overthrow Castro was quickly vanishing.

So Here It Is: After this debacle the Cuban issue was taken from the CIA and handed over to the Pentagon where the Joint Chiefs of Staff (JCS) have been developing a plan to conduct a full scale invasion of the island. In order for this to even be possible, however, we needed a ‘reason’ to go in. In essence the JCS were living by the ‘Wish Creed:’ I wish a mother[tr]ucker would…

Operation Northwood.

Operation Northwood was a plan developed by the JCS and namely the Chairman, Lyman Lemnizer to “justify military intervention in Cuba” by conducting false flag operations within the United States in and around Miami and even in Washington. I could go into details but I’ll spare you and just post the scanned declassified documents from the National Archives.

The plan included terrorist hijackings, bombings, and other anti-American actions. Luckily the plan was never ‘officially’ approved by the Secretary of Defense or the President but what about Vietnam and the Gulf of Tonkin incident? What about 9/11 and Bin Laden/Saddam? Makes me wonder.

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its beginning to sprinkle.

Certain events have begun to unfold in front of me and information comes in bits and pieces so I will yet hold my tongue till I have more definite facts. But, it seems, it is just these events that have made me reminisce on my days in basic being drilled to memorize this or that.

“WHAT IS THE MAXIMUM EFFECTIVE RANGE ON A POINT TARGET OF A M-16A2 RIFLE PRIVATE!?!”

“FIVE FIVE ZERO METERS DRILL SERGEANT!!!”

haha those were the days. Another piece of information that we were required to memorize is the Soldier’s Creed. What we live by, swear by, die by.

The Soldier’s Creed

I am an American Soldier

I am a warrior and a member of a team

I serve the people of the United States and live the Army values

I will always place the mission first

I will never accept defeat

I will never quit

I will never leave a fallen comrade

I am physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills

I always maintain my arms, my equipment, and myself

I am an expert and I am a professional

I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy the enemies of the United States of America in close combat.

I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life

I am an American Soldier.

damn straight. can I get a hooah?