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taratemimaI was thinking of green turtles and battling theocracies.
You probably know that in the midst of the current conflict between Hezbollah and Israel, a green turtle sanctuary was destroyed. (OK, not really, so I got the link in here). I had an image of a college student, maybe a few years younger than me, maybe Jewish-American, having bad dreams about dying turtles. His anxieties are greeted with jokes about suicide bomber turtles and Earth First missles. His mother used to sing "My Sweet Lord", dropping the 'Hari Krishna' bit. A friend's school film was footage of many girls of different colors and dress to the tune of "California Girls".
I tried to think of a Marshall Plan for the turtles and the civilians. Otherwise, there are going to be new allies among people (particularly Christian Lebanese in the south who had places destroyed, though that may be unlikely) who really have no love for the Hezbollah (or the PLO for that matter). I thought of people using rhetoric against Islamic theocracies to push Christian theocracies. Or rather, not really chiding people for doing that and for hoping Jesus converts everybody and has the Middle East explode. Fuck them. As a bookish, sexually active unmarried woman, I'm in both their crosshairs. I have neither the numbers or the stockpiles. A pox on their houses and people too scared to find other alternatives. The 'how' to stop them is a lot more thornier than 'blowing most of them up'. OK--what of religious fanatics where I and others live using the political system to get what they want rather than war? How to do you get from there to here?
And yet, like matter vs. anti-matter, I can see them destroying each other and everything around them. I don't think I will survive it. Turtles all the way down, and I cannot think of a way to stop it all from falling down. I fear that whatever I write will not save anyone. I have wacktastic theories about what will happen next, and not really sure how much I know.
I went into Lush to clear my thoughts. I ended up just taking their paper, overwhelmed by the scents. A blurb said that it takes just 8% to start a revolution. It was tongue in cheek. It made me wonder, however, what is 8% of 6 billion.
You probably know that in the midst of the current conflict between Hezbollah and Israel, a green turtle sanctuary was destroyed. (OK, not really, so I got the link in here). I had an image of a college student, maybe a few years younger than me, maybe Jewish-American, having bad dreams about dying turtles. His anxieties are greeted with jokes about suicide bomber turtles and Earth First missles. His mother used to sing "My Sweet Lord", dropping the 'Hari Krishna' bit. A friend's school film was footage of many girls of different colors and dress to the tune of "California Girls".
I tried to think of a Marshall Plan for the turtles and the civilians. Otherwise, there are going to be new allies among people (particularly Christian Lebanese in the south who had places destroyed, though that may be unlikely) who really have no love for the Hezbollah (or the PLO for that matter). I thought of people using rhetoric against Islamic theocracies to push Christian theocracies. Or rather, not really chiding people for doing that and for hoping Jesus converts everybody and has the Middle East explode. Fuck them. As a bookish, sexually active unmarried woman, I'm in both their crosshairs. I have neither the numbers or the stockpiles. A pox on their houses and people too scared to find other alternatives. The 'how' to stop them is a lot more thornier than 'blowing most of them up'. OK--what of religious fanatics where I and others live using the political system to get what they want rather than war? How to do you get from there to here?
And yet, like matter vs. anti-matter, I can see them destroying each other and everything around them. I don't think I will survive it. Turtles all the way down, and I cannot think of a way to stop it all from falling down. I fear that whatever I write will not save anyone. I have wacktastic theories about what will happen next, and not really sure how much I know.
I went into Lush to clear my thoughts. I ended up just taking their paper, overwhelmed by the scents. A blurb said that it takes just 8% to start a revolution. It was tongue in cheek. It made me wonder, however, what is 8% of 6 billion.
