Caz

Notes: 16 / 1 hour ago from jhnbrssndn

On Remembrance Sunday

“Historical memory is hijacked by those who carry out war. They seek, when the memory challenges the myth, to obliterate or hide the evidence that exposes the myth as lie. The destruction is pervasive, aided by an establishment, including the media, which apes the slogans and euphemisms parroted by the powerful. Because nearly everyone in wartime is complicit, it is difficult for societies to confront their own culpability and the lie that led to it.”

Chris Hedges, War Is A Force That Gives Us Meaning

Regular readers may, like my own children, be a little baffled by my apparent obsession with, and opposition to, our war. I am no less surprised to find myself, nearing 50, shouting at the TV as our elected leaders and their faithful stenographers in the media spurt more lies so that yet another generation may know the infinite indignities of armed conflict.

As Britain has sprouted its annual harvest of commemorative poppies ahead of today’s marches, church services and memorial ceremonies, it has coincided (if that’s the right word) with the news that a number of British soldiers have been killed by an Afghan policeman. We are also reminded that it is 20 years since the fall of the Berlin Wall. The siren voices of newspapers command us to “never forget”, but in truth they are calling us to participate in a national act of selective amnesia. Never forget the fallen. Never forget to honour our forces. Never forget to support the “heroes” who invaded and occupy Afghanistan. But to remember the fact that our attack on that country eight years ago was an act of revenge and aggression; that our subsequent attack on Iraq, while more controversial, was no more or less in contravention of the Nuremberg Principles; that we were sold the fall of the Wall as promising a Peace Dividend; that the same people gain from war now as they did in 1914, and it is being fuelled by the same young men and women on a diet of the same lies, is not welcome.

As a child in the 1960s, for whom the nightly TV pictures of Vietnam were someone else’s war, I grew up genuinely, stupidly, believing that the 1939-45 war that still filled our culture and our national myth was the stuff of the past. Unaware, then, of the dirty wars, the proxy wars, the coups and the low-intensity conflicts with which countries like mine maintained their stranglehold on wealth and power, I would have simply not believed that my middle years would see my country invading and bombing others for no reason. I can scarcely believe it now. And the war fever I see all around me seems as alien and frightening as it would to my childhood self 40 years ago.

This is why Tumblr is marvellous. Because people like JB are here. He makes me think… alot like Mills does… about things that I never really thought about before. With Mills it’s literature and life… with JB it’s politics.

Instead of sitting at his laptop firing off rhetoric without spending the time to explain his opinions JB does indeed take that time. For that I thank him because it’s through those explanations of his thoughts and opinions that other less educated people… like me… are made aware of the other side to the mind numbing propaganda that we are fed by the media.

Whilst I don’t always agree with what JB says… (usually because I don’t have the same level of understanding as he does to be able to form an opinion - self defeating I know…) I do always read through his thoughts and opinions on the things he does say and I always learn something.

2 hours ago

If I look to my left I can see the top of my city’s largest War Memorial on Plymouth Hoe. Despite the torrential rain and wind we have had for the past 48 hours The Hoe is currently bathed in sunshine.

I’m pleased.

Notes: 14 / 3 hours ago from isay (originally from lindaboucher)

isay:

lindaboucher:

It’s Remembrance Sunday.

I feel ambivalent about the glorification of war…. but I feel it’s important to remember.

I remember my friend Arthur, who was in the Second World War, and who was without doubt the most bitter person I ever met.

I remember my (American) great Uncles, who were all stationed in Britain during WWII, and who spent an hour in a pub in Bristol- the only time they were all together at the same time for many years. They carved their names in the wood panelling.

I remember that one of those brothers would refuse to allow anyone with a gun into his house. “Because if you’re carrying a gun, you aren’t my friend”.

I remember my childhood neighbors, Uncle Phil and Auntie Pearl, the kindest people in the whole wide world.

I remember that these people were so young when life threw them that curve ball.

That they did what they thought they had to do, that they did what they were told. That they did what was expected of them.

How thrilling and frightening it must have been.

And what a sad world we live in that so shortly after ‘the war to end all wars’ they had to go and do it all again.

And I remember that we don’t seem to have learnt much.

Notes: 5 / 13 hours ago from caitlinoppermann

caitlinoppermann:

This is by far the best one yet.

“I love trashhh!”

My whole “using the internet to talk and interact with people all over the world” started quite a few years ago in the Limp Bizkit chat room. It was my guilty pleasure. I also met… both irl… and on the internet…. some absolutely amazing people.

My chat icon was Oscar the Grouch… I still love him now.

I should add I have no idea why Fred or the band used Sesame Street icons… it was either that or bloody Dragonball Z….

Notes: 15 / 14 hours ago from whydoihaveablog

whydoihaveablog:

I’m trying to channel my misery and anger over the rumors of Steve-Ty’s possible departure from Aerosmith into useful creativity. So, naturally, I blingee’d the best moment of my life, the night I became a woman, the night I looked love in the face, the night everything in the world finally made sense.

I will always love the story of how Caragh met Her Future Husband…

Notes: 1 / 15 hours ago from mcthrillz

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed

(via mcthrillz)

God yes… I started reading the Dark Tower series years ago and never finished it off… must remedy that…

1 day ago

Can’t believe it’s over a year since Hannah went for her interview for Hotel Chocolat. This job has changed her so much… all for the good.

Notes: 4 / 1 day ago from emmas (originally from emmas)

emmas:

caz:

emmas:

I wonder if you ever get bored of the view?

Have you got sandbags?

Fnarr Fnarr, No, and I dont have an insurance policy that will cover for floods?

I also dont got none boat. Yet. I could bring a little, uh, Miami Spice to this river/lake/body of water….

A body would do ok across the threshold of the front door… to stop any seepage… do you know anyone who might be a good candidate?

Notes: 4 / 1 day ago from emmas

emmas: