Wednesday, June 22, 2005


I have a real issue with the sexualisation of public life.
I´m a nightshifter, and even on my free days I´m often awake during the night, often watching German satellite TV.
During the night the private stations finance their program with phone-sex advertisments. Normally I use the remote real fast because those ads really sicken me: Women present themselves as objects for one purpose and one purpose only, letting go of the last remnant of self-respect.
What should I care? It´s a way of making a living isn´t it.
Quite likely, that those women in the ads really make a good living. But millions and millions of others just make a very good living for some others, mostly men, and not just on the phone or on an ad. Many are literally forced into prostitution by men who had tricked them with promises of normal jobs, others were forced by poverty and desperation.
Speaking of that, I can tell you a personal story, as usual.
Some years back still in Germany while my kids were still small, I had been living for a couple of months in a shelter for the homeless. How I got there is another story.
However I was desperately trying to get out and find a decent place to live. I went to many interviews for a place to rent, nobody wanted to rent me anything, there were enough others applying for these apartments, who looked less risky.
But then there was this one woman. She said, she was going to move in with her boyfriend and wanted to sublet her apartment for a year at least.
However, she would need the permission of the building company and since her place was only one livingroom, one bedroom, she wouldn´t get it for a family with 3 children.
But then she looked at me and said, "it´s hard to live with children in a shelter isn´t it". I said yes, and she felt sorry for me. She had a little boy of her own.
So she sublet to me without permission, but we should be careful so the manager wouldn´t find out or she would loose her contract.
And so we moved in. And even when she after only 4 months told me she needed her apartment back, since things weren´t working out with her boyfriend, she still told me, not to worry, she would wait until we had found something new. (I panicked anyway, but that is still another story.)
She had been a bit vague on her job, but since we took over her phone, we soon found out from the strange calls we received, that she must have been connected to the redlight business.
I had several temporary jobs at the time, in one they cheated me of all wages for 3 weeks work, in another I worked 4 weeks and only got 3 weeks paid.
And that´s when I actually played with the thought of not saying: "wrong number", at the next strange call. Well, I was never seriously considering it just playing with the thought, I was not at the end of my tethers yet.
But I surely can identify with women who are, women who were slightly more desperate than I was and slightly less religious, women from countries were the economy has broken down, women who have hungry children to feed.
And one of those, for whatever reason she went into the business, showed compassion to me, when nobody else would.
No, I do not hate those women, not even the ones on TV, that go so much on my nerves.
But I hate a system where women and even children are sold, bought, used, humiliated and hurt badly, a system that makes women and children into discardable objects.
And I do not just blame the system on the pimps and their organisations, the providers of the business, I also blame it on the market.

If you take together prostitution and pornography, then it is one of the biggest markets in the world.
There has allways been a prostitution business, but in the last decades it has grown out of any proportians. Some free-sex advocates had argued, that with no more taboos on sexuality, there would no longer be a need for this kind of business.
I guess they were wrong.
The less taboos, the more demand and the more extreme. Normal prostitution is no longer enough. Now it must be violent sex.
Normal pornography is not enough, now it must be child porno or snuff movies.
It looks like adults, just as children, need certain rules and restrictions, even when some of them break them once in a while, for kicks.
But when the rules fall and no borders are any more visible, the people who need the adrenalin kick of breaking rules start getting so far over in their search for kicks, that they start seriously hurting others.
And with sexuality it seems, as if, just like with drugs, some people get addicted to their sexual kicks, they need more and more either life or in images. And it gives them less and less of kicks, so they need higher dosages, extremer ones.
This is the market for exploitation of women and children.

And how did we get so far?
I blame it on Freud. His ridiculous and never verified theories about sexuality being after food and water the most important need in life, and that restrictions on sexuality will make a person emotionally disturbed, these theories have opened the way to the falling away of rules and restrictions, which normally would keep a lid on the extremes of sexual behavior.

Sexualized images are now all around us, selling every product imaginable, and giving men the feeling that women are really only good for one thing and one thing only.
Date rape has not become less seldom, but even more frequent, than before the sexual revolution. For now many men just can´t take no for an answer any more. They quite honestly think the woman is just playing around and no doesn´t really mean no.

Besides rape, there is sexual pressure on teenage girls even as young as 11 years old.
They are told, that sex is allways cool and who doesn´t take part is totally out.
The newest "inn thing" seems to be, that as entrance fee for a cool party, girls have to perform oral sex on the organizing boys.

If this is the peak of women´s liberation, I definitely don´t want it, for the young girls I know!

We in the west are a society out of control in many ways, and sex in my opinion is definitely one of them.

Monday, June 13, 2005


Thecutter says, that mainline media, like CNN for instance is brainwashing the American public. They no longer present information, like in the case of the 9/11 attacks they were presenting the headline: "War against America".
And this brainwashing was very, very dangerous.
I agree, we, or better said our ancestors, have been there before.
And I think she is absolutely right, the whole media spectacle was intentionally staged to produce a feeling of helpless shock and subsequent irrational anger and thirst for revenge, a New Pearl Harbour, as the PNAC writers had planned or a new "Reichstagsbrand"incident, like Hitler had staged.

But no matter, what some thriller movies say, brainwashing is not permanent. It needs constant reinforcement and it can be undone.
For some people it might take a little longer (like for my German grandma. She was 90 years old, when she finally accepted, that Hitler was NOT a good guy with only a few corrupt subordinates. Most everybody else in Germany only needed a few years after the war to realize how indefensible Hitler and the whole Nazi ideology was.)

I think the brainwashing by Corporate Media in the US is not so very different from what the Nazis did in Germany, when they took over all of the media. It is just a bit more sophisticated, since they make it look is if there was a variety of opinions, when in reality the media agrees on just about everything that is of any political consequence, just like all the mainline parties, both in the US and in Europe agree on the same economic course, just fighting about smokescreen issues.

Anyway, the brainwashing worked on me for a while, although I´m not an American. By now I think I can very well understand the feelings of many Americans. The events had hit home, undermined the normal feelings of security. They, like me, were not able to think critically at that moment.
For me the whole thing was also a bit too close to home. In a rather strange coincidence, September 11, 2001 was the day my husband was sceduled to fly for the fist time in his life to America. He wanted to help a friend who was in trouble there.
We turned on the TV to look at the Icelandic video text for information of eventual flight delays - nothing unusual there. Then we changed to German satellite TV, to pass the time for a little game show, something similar to Trivial Persuit, we sometimes watch together.
The first tower had fallen already. My youngest son came home from school, and together we watched the second tower implode – life.
“It´s falling, it´s falling” he cried. “No, no it isn´t” I said. “They just show the fall of the first one again.” Not believing my own eyes.
Then my husband left. He was picked up to be driven to the airport, it´s an hours drive. Nothing was clear yet about those attacks, and I was unable to think or talk coherently for the rest of the day.
Then, there came the news about the plane, which had hit the Pentagon and the one that had crashed in a field. There were rumours that other planes might have been kidnapped, still in the air,dozens maybe, possibly ready to be crashed into some other buildings - nobody knew anything.
My son went to the phone, calling his Dad on the cell-phone: "Papi, another plane has crashed. Papi, please don´t go."
Of course my husband was sent back from the airport. All flights had been cancelled that day and the next few days as well.
And of course, even if he had flown a day earlier, the chances for him to have been on one of those flights were very slim, but still, for children chances and statistics don´t matter.
The next several weeks my youngest son got out bed every morning, hours before everybody else and turned on the TV, watching news; only the news-channel, nothing else, no cartoons, no children´s stuff, only news. He didn´t eat very much either.
When finally the Afghanistan war began, I told him, that Afghanistan was very far away, and when they have caught the Osama binLaden and his men, then everything would be all right again.
He still kept watching the news to see, when they would catch Osama.
They never caught him.
My youngest son was 10 years old at the time.
How many American children were there at the time, the age of my son or a few years older, waiting for Osama to be caught, so everything would be alright again?
How many of them are now in Iraq wanting to catch Osama or Zarqawi or some other Emmanuel Goldsteinn, so everything would be alright again?

Was it Hitler or Göring, who said, that the general population do not want war, but that the leadership only has to tell the people that they are attacked and then they will be ready for fight any war.
The lies haven´t changed a bit, the methods just have become more advanced.
And still, "brainwashing" gives you the image, as if your whole thinking facilities can be taken over by some outside power forever.
But they´re not even succeeding with all of the soldiers. Even in such a restrictive environment as the military, some soldiers start thinking for themselves, recognizing that what they´re doing is ethically wrong. Some of them break down pychologically others become dissidents, American soldiers and Israeli soldiers alike.
Dissident thoughts are spreading within the military and their families.

History does not have to repeat itself. It could, but it doesn´t have to.
We know more now, than the dissidents before and during WWII and even the dissidents from the Vietnam war. We should be able to learn from the experiences of our ancestors.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Truth, Lies and a Change of Thinking

Many times I have repeated myself, saying, that truth is important, saying that if people only knew the truth, the corrupt governments would fall.Some disagree with me, they think that most people aren´t interested in the truth.
I sometimes ask myself, if they are right, and I´m just biased by own feelings.

And of course I see things through the lense of my own experiences.
I wrote before, that I´m Catholic now, but have belonged to another church for many years. I went to that other church as a young girl, because I was promised a better and more harmonic family life in there, and this was so very important for me. There was also the matter of no smoking and drinking, which also was important to me. I could be abstinent and my peers would no longer make fun of me. Outsiders would respect my choices,no longer urging me to have a drink, and young people inside would be just like me.
And yes, much of what I was promised came true.
Yes,I missed a certain spirituality, which for me is combined with catholic rites and prayers. But I didn´t even realize how much I had missed it, before I rejoined the Catholic church again, that was after I had left this other church.
What actually made me leave, was, that I had found out, that the founding narrative of that congregation was a bunch of lies;
not honest errors,mistakes or even delusions, I could live with that. Everybody makes mistakes and one person´s delusion is another one´s spiritual experience.
No, they were bold deliberate lies. And this is, what I can´t live with.
Some atheists tell me, that all Christian faith and all other religions, for that matter, are built on deceptions.
No,I say, they are not.
The events described in their holy scriptures happened a long time ago, no longer really verifiable, and those who talked or wrote about those events believed in them with all their hearts. In ancient religions you can also find ancient wisdom, an insight that goes deeper than any historic narrative.
You might call the belief in the presence of the Divine a delusion, but I have seen delusional thinking in a lot of modern ideologies and even in some scientific theories. The difference often lies in your point of view.
I think the absolute and ultimate truth lies beyond human understanding, in a world beyond three or even four dimensional thinking.
So while truth, in my opinion, never is relative or arbitrary, however it neither is ever final or absolute. Our view on spiritual, scientific and even historic truth has to be revised over and over again, to come closer to the final truth, while we realize that we never will reach it.
But while the final truth is beyond our reach, we are quite able to recognize lies, and debunk them. A lie is, when somebody tells deliberatly something he knows it isn´t true, or he twists facts in such a way, that they disguise their true meaning.

Most people have lied in their lives for different reasons. And in modern society, especially in the media, lies are no longer portrayed as unethical.
And still, deep down in ourselves, we know, that lies are wrong. Lying destroys trust. Too much broken trust destroys a society. Maybe the upper class and their intellectual lackeys can reason these facts away.
But we, the little people, know intuitively, that lying is destructive. And this is, what we teach out children, it´s ancient truth, religious, yes, and very valid.
And then, when we hear, that some trusted politicians have lied big time, we still are shocked. So shocked actually, that some of us will fall into denial. This denial protects their sense of security.They tell themselves, it wasn´t a lie. That politician just made a mistake, had some wrong information, maybe.
Some American people, I know, voted for Bush, because they honestly believed, that he was a man of integrety. They were disgusted by a political system where people openly lied.
Of course, to see any kind of integrety in the Bush government is a serious delusion. Those guys are some of the worst liars who have ever walked on the face of the earth.
To realize this will be a very hurtful experience for many people. The wall of denial cannot be broken by a few missing WMD. This could be an honest mistake.
The truth about 9/11 could brake the wall of denial.
September 11, 2001 was the day, when I fell into shock for hours.
Nothing came through, but the thought, that now WW III will start. It was not logical, why should an act of terror start a world war. But those pundits kept repeating, America is under attack, over and over again.
And I could no longer think, for it felt like the war had started.
Maybe it was something in the Bush speech, I don´t remember -
I was in shock - I couldn´t think - stared at the TV - watched those towers implode - over and over again - for hours - all day long - scared - just scared - feeling the bombs would fall soon - the world would end.
The next day, German politicians said: "We are all Americans now."
It took days to get over the shock, not only for me, for others, too.
It took a whole year, until I started to think again. When they started to plan after Afghanistan also an attack on Iraq and when a German magazine printed an article on the PNAC papers, then I first thought maybe they deliberately didn´t stop those attacks.It was like loosing the ground under my feet to even consider this.
But there it was, the doubts were there and my mind started to open up for many other questions as well.
When I look around myself, talk to others, I have found out, that it´s no longer very hard to saw doubts about the official 9/11 story. Most people have started to have their own doubts, most are glad, to be able to talk about them, feeling they aren´t alone. And from this, and the stubborn denial of all main-line media, to the realization for the little people, that they can no longer trust those media pundits, from there, the step to new and more independent thinking is but a small one.
The issue of Palestine, the issue of the Iraq war, the issue of planned wars against Iran or Syria, the possible false flag operations to instigate civil war in Iraq or Lebanon, all this is interrelated.
When 9/11 is debunked, false flag operations will no longer work, the population of the West will no longer support a crusade against the Muslim world. The pressure on Israel will be stronger.
I´m absolutely convinced that the truth about 9/11 is one the major keys to fight against the crimes of Imperialism. It is not the only key, other lies need to debunked as well.
But I think it is the easiest key to obtain, because there are millions of people who are already reaching out for it.
Sorry to say, but most of them do not belong to the progressive left.
Why this is so, in my opinion, is subject for another post.

Friday, June 10, 2005

My Brother´s Child

The next piece I wrote last night. It´s a way for me to cope, to find a perspective. And of course I´m comparing things that shouldn´t be compared, but it´s just the way I feel right now.

Heaven cries, when a child dies.
And I look up to the skies asking why
Why does she have to die
And I cry
For she is my brother´s child

Somewhere in Europe a child is dying
The doctors knew no child has survived
Her illness with chemo-therapy,
And still
They wouldn´t allow anything else.
It´s the only method big pharma allows,
The only one that makes big money,
The only one taught in medical school.
Don´t tell me it´s nobody´s fault
An act of God,
Maybe you´re right
And still I cried
For she is my brother´s child

Somewhere in Nigeria a child is dying
The land she lived on is poisoned
The oil companies needed it
For profit
No more good food, no more clean water
And the child gets ill and the child is dying
Don´t tell me it´s nobody´s fault
An act of God,
Maybe you´re right
And still I cried
For she is my brother´s child

Somewhere in Columbia a child is dying
Hit by government bullets
They only wanted to fight
The "terrorists" and the war against drugs
And the child was just
In the wrong place
At the wrong time
Don´t tell me, it´s nobody´s fault
An act of God
Maybe you´re right
And still I cried
For she is my brother´s child

Somewhere in Iraq a child is dying
A smart bomb was not smart
Had hit her house
And blown it apart
And buried her in rubble
Don´t tell me, it´s nobody´s fault
An act of God
Maybe you´re right
And still I cried
For she is my brother´s child

Somewhere in America a child is dying
Born already ill
With no hope to survive
For her father has been a soldier
In Iraq and breathed in depleted uranium
Don´t tell me it´s nobody´s fault
An act of God
Maybe you´re right
And still I cried
For she is my brother´s child

And I feel my brother´s pain
After hoping in vain
And I see him cry
Looking up to the sky
Asking why
Why did she have to die
And heaven cries, when a child dies
My brother´s child