Don’t Cry for Me South Carolina

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How fitting that Mark Sanford’s career would now be so tied to a country that gave us one of most famous political divas of all time – Eva Peron.

Below is a found poem, combining the lyrics from “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina” and the Governor’s now famous steamy emails to his latin lover.

The poem starts and finishes with the song, and the lines alternate beween the song and the emails (in italics).

  

   

 

 

 

Don’t Cry for me South Carolina

It won’t be easy, you’ll think it strange
my heart cries out for you, your voice.
I had to let it happen, I had to change,
your lips, the touch of your finger tips.
I still need your love after all that I’ve done
your body, the touch of your lips.
They are not the solutions they promised to be;
impossible situation of love.
And as for fortune, and as for fame,
in the faded glow of the night’s light,
they are illusions,
so fitting with your beauty,
my mad existence,
the tranquility that comes with being.
Have I said too much?

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Remembering the Fallen – Atlanta Candlelight Vigil for Iran

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Last night there was a candle light vigil held in Atlanta’s Piedmont Park for those who have fallen in the recent violence in Iran. It’s interesting as an outsider (non-Iranian) to bear witness to the pain and suffering felt by this community. I feel though that as an activist it is important to uphold basic human and civil rights wherever they are at risk. This struggle is important to any who care about basic civil and human rights.

 

It was an interesting group, organized by students from some of the local universities, as well as members of the local Iranian community. At it’s peak there were easily 350-400 people. It was an evening of community bonding and outreach as well as solemn remembrance to those who had fallen in the violence. It was covered by most of the stations, but mostly by support teams, so I’m not sure what ever made it to the air. Neda photos, posters and candle memorials were very much present. She’s become a rallying point even for Iranians in this country.

 

While I know a few Iranians, this is not a community that I’m that familiar with, so it was interesting to observe this group in action. You have the older guard, those who used to actually live in Iran, who fled the revolution and obviously despise the current government and it’s dictatorial and repressive ways. Then, since the Islamic revolution is some 30 years old now, there are a whole new generation of younger adults and students who are American born and thoroughly Americanized and only know of their home country though their parents. In addition there was a strong presence across the board of some very strong-willed dynamic women. They seem particularly engaged in this debate, probably since they have so much at stake in these cultural wars. In many respects, the generation divide, the role of women, it reminded me of the Cuban exile community, which it shares a lot of similar history and characteristics with.

 

This generational divide was most evident at the rally when the student’s tried to rally a chant of “Allahu Akbar” as a show of support and solidarity with the nightly roof chanting in Tehran, the old guard wanted nothing to do with it, some actively booed it down and the attempt faded quickly. Though “Allahu Akbar” is a safe way to stealth protest in Iran and avoid seeming anti-revolutionary – free Iranians here in the U.S. seem to want no such reminder of the Islamic Revolution.

 

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 There was also a split in the group between whether this was a candlelight vigil and memorial or a protest. In honor of the non-violent spirit of the Iranian protests, the occasional “death to Khamenei” or “death to the dictator” chants were always met with pleas to not stoop to their level, and to honor the spirit of the protestors and those who had fallen. (Note to Self: When organizing a candle light vigil, schedule lots of speakers, singers, poets, clergy.)

 

It’s hard to keep these emotions bottled up, and tensions and emotions were running high. There got to be a split between the “we want peace” camp and the “we want freedom” camp. Words were exchanged, someone threw a drink in someone’s face, but cooler heads prevailed and stepped in. This was a split I quite honestly didn’t understand. I think the freedom crowd was seen by some to be too militant and out for blood, while the peace crowd was seen by some as perhaps naive. I was reminded again, that this is a community that is new to this sort of thing. I’m not quite sure they’ve worked out for themselves what they do want, or that sometimes freedom, justice and reverence for fallen victims all sort of goes hand-in-hand.  It was all a reminder though just how charged this situation is. These people have a country and possibly relatives and friends that are suffering at the brutal hand of a repressive country. They’re experiencing a bloody crackdown in the middle of a commutations blackout so it’s understandable that nerves are raw.

 

I definitely came away with a new respect for this community though. I wish more non-Iranian’s had been there to show there support. It’s always good to put real individual faces to a community. It also humanizes and brings down to a very human level what can be admittedly overwhelming world events and issues.

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Alyssa Milano: One Hot Tweet Mama

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Okay a light and fluffy post – a cleaning the palette post – before developments in Iran on Saturday unfold. Between being in job search mode for weeks now, sending out book manuscripts and now the world facing what may be a revolution in Iran – time for a little diversion.

First I have a confession to make — I never followed Ashton Kutcher. I never really felt I was missing much by not seeing Demi’s missing tooth or bare ass as she mooned the twitterverse. In fact, the whole concept of celebrity tweeting and blogging is actually a big pet peeve of mine. I fail to see just how someone being famous, pretty, handsome or even blessed with acting or singing talent – makes their views on a nuclear-free North Korea, or similar weighty topics any more valid say than people who actually know what they were talking about.

The Huffington Post (which I absolutely love and read constantly) does this and I have to roll my eyes sometimes. ‘Cause let’s face it, actors/singers/celebrities sometimes aren’t the brightest bulb in the pack. I just don’t like to suffer through a half-baked, poorly written blog by some guy that — “oh yeah, I think he was in that, you know, that movie with what’s her name.”

Now I’d heard some time ago from a couple of different people that Alyssa Milano was a big twitterer, and on each occasion it was usually followed by an extra assertion “and it’s really her.” The impression being that with a lot of celebrity twittering and blogging, that it’s more often than not done by an assistant, or maybe a summer PR intern. Plus some people still don’t get twitter. I don’t care if Elvis himself, landed in a spaceship and someone stuck a blackberry in his hand. I still wouldn’t want those silly tweets every 5 minutes about what he had for breakfast, lunch and dinner, or a tweet every time he belches and farts.

But back to Alyssa, I’m one of those people that grew up with Alyssa on “Who’s the Boss?” and later “Charmed.” So I like many people have gotten to see her actually grow up into quite a lovely and talented woman – and she’s apparently pretty sharp. Of course on her feed there’s the usual sort of casual ditzy stuff, like she likes baseball (REALLY likes baseball – she wrote a book about it) and does love an occasional fling with fast food.

Lately though she’s picked up the gauntlet as a clearing house for news on Iran. (Okay, Okay, I know this was supposed to be a light fluffy post – I just can’t help it.) She’s retweeting great links, videos, messages, you name it. Also providing messages of love and support. Now never in a million years did I ever think that there would be a time when my three biggest sources for breaking international news would be; NOT ABC, NBC, CBS, or even cable with CNN, MSNBC, FOX, but actually 1) Andrew Sullivan’s blog at the Atlantic, 2) Nico Pitney’s excellent live blogging at the Huffington Post and 3) Alyssa Milano’s Twitter Feed?!?! Go Figure!

Now I have to confess to something else as well now. I’ve always thought that activism was hot, and I mean in the very real sexual way. Something about an engaged, caring, compassionate person just does it for me big time. If they’re pretty or handsome, that’s just a plus. My ideal dream date, is probably that TV stereotype of the rugged, handsome, adventurous, compassionate doctor’s-without-borders type. I mean if I met some hot hunk that started going on about building hospitals in the Congo, and schlepping critical vaccines my lama train to remote mountain villages — I would just have to jump his bones right then and there.

Now being a gay male, Alyssa Milano has no fear of me wanting to jump her bones (okay, maybe just a little spooning), but still I’m seeing her in a whole new light. Not only does she have his great back story and history with all of us, not only is she all sexy and pretty, and talented but apparently (and who would have thunk it) she’s not only pretty smart, but actually engaged in the world around her and gives a damn.

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Four Not So Easy Steps to Living with a Poetic Heart

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I’m a chronic organizer, evaluator, and list maker. Which is sort of an odd thing for a poet, but it also comes from the always competing sides of my brain, and from my work in training and management. Writing a training guide for or quantifying anything poetic or artistic into a spreadsheet is beyond me, but I find that I’m always trying.

Here are my four (not so easy) steps to living a poetic life. This comes from my own experience, so of course yours may vary, everyone has their own path, but I’ve seen these steps in my own life and in the work and development of others as well. At each step you will think you’ve reached the top of the mountain, but come to realize you’re only resting on a plateau, and that another peak now looms overhead. There may even be more steps awaiting.

1) Taking the First Step, Deciding to be a Poet

Looking back, this will be the easiest step, but on the front end it seems an impossible task. This is what is commonly referred to as deciding to “put yourself out there.” It’s making that decision, sometimes for reasons you may not even understand, to BE a poet. At the time though it may just manifest itself as simply sending your work out to journals, asking friends to read it, or signing up for an open mic. At this stage many people order business cards that say poet/(something else-writer, blogger, editor), there’s often that slash, because we don’t understand how to just be a poet, that thing in itself. You need to understand, simply writing poetry and tucking it away, means you’re someone who writes poetry, but it will never in itself make you a poet. That yes, a thousand other people may do it better and easier, but only you can speak from you. This step should be difficult and challenging, if it’s not, you’re not doing it correctly. You need to know the fear of people knowing you and hating you or worse just not caring — and overcome it.

2) Working on your Craft through Self-Discovery

So you’ve taken the first step, now what? You’ve gotten on stage that first time and don’t remember a thing, you totally blew it, but still got polite applause. The journal rejections are stacking up in a drawer or on your refrigerator. You may even get a publication here and there but you realize you’re not winning a Pulitzer anytime soon. You write and write and write, and about what? The only thing you think at the time you really know anything about – yourself. You write about your troubled childhood, true love, general social injustice, life, death, maybe even a butterfly or two, and everything in between, and in the end, it’s all about yourself. You also listen, you hear other poets, read other poets, and finally you realize that yes, you’re part of this big universe sharing all these agonies and ecstasies – welcome to the fellowship of human. You also get addicted to that rare moment when a poet speaks to your heart, uplifts you beyond your skin and touches you. You realize that there’s something deeper going on here.

3) So Now that I can Say – What’s Worth Saying?

This was a big revelation to me. Just when I’ve somewhat overcome my fear of putting myself out there, fear of rejection, criticism, misunderstanding, just when I feel I have a basic grasp on how to write and touch people – there comes this existentialist WTF moment. Is what I’m saying worth saying? Am I adding any value to this human equation? If not, what can I do that will? If you’re lucky enough that people will give you a moment of eye or ear time, how do you use it? Do you educate? entertain? enlighten? Sure it would be nice to change the world, but can I just get people to stop a moment and think, or stop a minute to feel outside themselves? Actually, just having people enjoy a moment, reflect on some bit of happiness, get some enjoyment out of even the smallest of things – are all greatly worthwhile accomplishments. Think hard — what do you want to accomplish? You may never answer that, you may answer it and the answer may change over time, may change several times. Regardless, it’s just important to hold that question close.

4) Living with a Poet’s Heart, Walking the Talk

So you think you finally have a handle on what you’re all about, what makes you tick, what makes you you? You think you have a grasp on your place in the world. It’s time to walk the talk. At some point you realize that all your poetry has been one big exercise in creative visualization. That you’ve written a thousand different ways about what’s important to you, what’s real to you – so what? You realize the most important person for you to change, to influence, is yourself. That before anyone else can really listen, really listen – you have to buy into what you’re selling, wholeheartedly and without reservation. You realize that everything is total BS, and cosmically important – all at the same time. All these discoveries you’ve made about how things work, how the universe operates, what’s really important – it’s time to incorporate them as part of the one and really only person you have any control over – yourself.

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Now if you notice there’s a lot I’m NOT saying about poetry, like whether it’s good or not, whether it’s academic or slam, whether it has to be spoken or written, free verse or formal – that’s all irrelevant to this conversation. I’m not talking about how poems come to be, I’m talking about how a poet comes to be.

There is an interesting Buddhist concept that applies particular to the art of poetry. Self-discovery and enlightenment is something beyond words, something you can’t really describe, or teach, or pass down. Yet oddly enough they’re really the only tools we have. Thus the great dilemma; how to communicate in words that which can’t be communicated. That’s the very magic and essence of poetry, using words in a way that transcends them, that touches, that informs, that guides.

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Beat Poet Harold Norse Dies at 92

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I’m a big fan of the beat poets, not just for their work but for the sense of experimentation and openness in which they lived their lives. There is in the beat movement a direct link to the gay liberation and even to modern queer culture. This is explored in one of my favorite books on the subject Queer Beats.

One of the founders of that culture died recently, Harold Norse. Though not as flashy, extravagant, or as well known as Ginsberg, Kerouac, or Burroughs he was thought by some to be the best poet of the bunch. In his long life he also served as an activist and supporter of fellow writers, especially in the LGBT community.

It’s always sad to note the passing of one of our great gay elders.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am not a Man
By Harold Norse

I am not a man. I can’t earn a living, buy new things for my family. I have acne and a small peter

I am not a man. I don’t like football, boxing and cars. I like to express my feelings. I even like to put my arm around my friend’s shoulder.

I am not a man. I won’t play the role assigned to me – the role created by Madison Avenue, Playboy, Hollywood and Oliver Cromwell. Television does not dictate my behavior.

I am not a man. Once when I shot a squirrel I swore that I would never kill again. I gave up meat. The sight of blood makes me sick. I like flowers.

I am not a man. I went to prison for resisting the draft. I do not fight when real men beat me up and call me queer. I dislike violence

I am not a man. I have never raped a woman. I don’t hate blacks. I don’t get emotional when the flag is waved. I do not think I should love America or leave it. I think I should laugh at it.

I am not a man. I have never had the clap.

I am not a man. Playboy is not my favorite magazine.

I am not a man. I cry when I’m unhappy.

I am not a man. I do not feel superior to women.

I am not a man. I don’t wear a jockstrap.

I am not a man. I write poetry.

I am not a man. I meditate on Peace and Love.

I am not a man. I don’t want to destroy you.

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The Revolution Will Be Televised – Blogged, Texted, Facebooked and Twittered

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The ongoing protests in Iran have demonstrated just how powerful a force new media and social networking have become. Historically, when a dictator staged a coup or there was a government overthrow or revolution you sent a couple of soldiers over to take over the main state-run radio station and TV station. Then you also had to send some armed guards over to close down the local newspapers, and put all the journalists under house arrest. As we see now in Iran though, those were the good old days – today, it’s a little more difficult.

It’s telling that in the last days leading up to the election last Friday, President Ahmadinejad and his backers were getting nervous and mobile texting service seems to have gone down. In a trend that was very reminiscent of the Obama campaign here in the U.S. young people particularly were embracing the opposition candidate and organizing rallies and marches via texting, twitter, and facebook. In today’s world of social networking and new media, It’s naive to think though, even in a tightly controlled society, that controlling state-run traditional media means you control what news and what messages that people get. It’s also naive to think that where once whole population would weather a news blackout by both literally and figuratively sitting in the dark, you just can’t do that today. People are so direct wired now to events, their friends, their networks, if you cut that, they’re going to look for every work around they can, even if it’s hitting the streets to see what’s happening.

Some bloggers are rising to the occasion big time, pointing out everything from what looks to be a letter from election officials saying the vote was “unhealthy” to the clumsy statistical impossibilities involved in the released results. Check out Andrew Sullivan’s blog  or follow Huffington Post’s Nico Pitney who is livelogging as events unfold.

Relatively speaking old media seems to have been caught off-guard on a slow weekend. However, though the government in Iran has now apparently closed down texting, cell phones, facebook and any other social networking sites word still get’s out. Twitter seems to have been the last one to fall yesterday, as it seems that it took them a while to figure out how to bring it down or jam it. There are reports too that authorities are going pretty much house-to-house looking for satellite phones and uplinks. Yet still people find a way to post cell phone pics to their Flickr accounts as in this one.

Let’s not underestimate the power of visuals. There’s been lots of really promising democratic revolutions in repressive countries that have withered on the vine for lack of a good photo or video to drive the news story. That’s a harsh reality.

It all reminds of a one of our founding father’s of media, Thomas Jefferson. There’s a story that Jefferson was so unhappy with there being only one newspaper press in the colonies, that he and some others arranged to ship a second one in. Thus ushering in the American era of press competition and freedom. This is the same Jefferson who is famous for the quote “The best defense of democracy is an informed electorate,” never has that been more true – and more possible than today.

It’s still early to tell how things in Iran will play out. If the Ahmadinejad theft of the election and subsequent coup succeeds (and he has heavy-hitting backers in Iran and throughout the middle east) he’ll be weakened and be seen as the dictator he is. He will have lost a lot of his legitimacy and Iran will be in for some rough times. I just hope that all these Iranian Thomas Jefferson’s keep at it, texting and twittering away. I just hope they can keep everyone in their country informed on just what’s going on and what’s happening.

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Requiem for a Dying Mall

It used to be my mall, back when it
used to be my old neighborhood.
It used to be a lot of people’s mall.
Back when the now barren empty
asphalt ocean was once full of cars.

One of the first real malls
long made small and obsolete
by ever leapfrogging, ever mega
megamalls in ever growing
circling nooses of suburbia.

I only visit now because my
car dealerships across the street.
This old tired liver-spotted mall
as good as place as any to catch
a movie, while tires are rotated.

It’s like walking through
an abandoned carnival in the
morning glare, laid bright dead.
Daylight harsh, unforgiving,
too many missing light bulbs.

Empty store fronts given over
to displays and signs begging
“Visit us across from the food court.”
The one hair stylist with her
solitary station in a row of ten.

Offering prayers on toothpicks
“try the Mongolian beef?”
The smell of fresh pretzels
mixing with the sickly incense
from the discount import shop.

The whole world’s on sale,
everything’s fifty percent off
America’s been marked down
2 for 1, take an additional
25 percent off marked price.

Only the pitter patter of
two elderly mall walkers
to break the cutting silence,
there’s not even muzak
to numb the pain.

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Why Does Adam Lambert Need to Come Out?

 

Adam Lambert and newly visible boyfriend Drake Lebry were seen out on the town, dancing, holding hands, and people still, still, coyly seem to be wondering about his sexuality – huh? I just don’t get the mystery over Adam Lambert being gay. Has the whole country’s gaydar just gone wacky? What does a boy have to do for people to get it? He’s done the internet photo liplocks, he’s got the guyliner, the mannerisms, a thousand other things that give it away. Apparently people just aren’t going to believe it until they see a sex tape. It seems that he could be the grand marshall at a dozen or so Pride parades, speak to chapters of PFLAG all over the country, do a PSA for the repeal of Prop 8 and people, and for some reason, would still be going “well he’s not actually said he’s gay.”

Now I understand the wish to be PC here, and not make assumptions, but how great is it that we can have a gay celebrity that’s just gay, without the big coming out, the intrigue, the innuendo. And at this point, does Adam Lambert actually need to come out? I have to agree with the statement from Kara DioGuardi’s statement, that he’s always been openly gay – so what’s the issue. So does Adam really need to do anything else at this point?

Now one of my favorite quotes about coming out is by David Hyde Pierce of Frazier fame who was known to use this line “my life is an open book, I just don’t feel the need to sit down and read it outloud to everyone.” Even he tough is quite overtly out and vocal since the Prop 8 controversy.

Clay Aiken’s ordeal with his coming out now seems so old fashioned and “dated’. He was almost going the Elton John/Liberace route, an obvious gay man with beards, cover stories, misdirection to cover over a hush, hush private life. Look where that led, in Clay’s case embarrassing trists with online connections, that ended up spilling the beans. Where Adam obviously seems out and proud, happy to be out holding hands with his BF as they club hop. What’s amazing is to see the coverage on this, with the news not being “ooooo, is he gay?” but more “Adam seen out partying with mystery boyfriend” much like they’d do for other celebrities, whether it be movie stars, music entertainers or other reality stars.

Let’s hope Adam’s attitude and actions are a model for new out and proud celebrities, politicians and other’s in public life. How much better to be open and not make a deal about it, than trying to hold it as a poorly kept secret, always sort of haunting everyone just under the surface. Now I’m all for coming out, high visibility, the more the merrier, and being as visiable as possible – but in Adam’s case, if you’re living out and proud, and all about your craft and music – do you really have to do anything else?

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Did We Set Susan Boyle up to fail?

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It’s the big Hollywood dream, someone with a great voice or they’ve just written the great American novel, or the next big broadway show; they just need to be discovered. I think we all sometimes see ourselves in that scenario, that we have something unique to offer, something of greatness inside of us. Not many people would admit it, but generally after outlining a new book, the second thing people start knocking around, are their pulitizer prize speeches. Or if dream of being an actor, right after you’ve done your first play in front of a set of bedsheet curtains in front of your parents, you’re already working on that academy award speech.

The funny thing is, that in today’s high-tech, connected world, a person can actually accomplish this sort of instant (just add you-tube) fame. So it was for Susan Boyle who with one single audition and millions of you-tube views later became an international star. It’s sort of new unchartered territory. Historically speaking “overnight sensations” might take a run of a play on broadway, a single movie performance that might take months to get out, a novel that might take weeks to build up steam. A lot of overnight sensations have joked about how it often takes 10-15 years in an industry to be one. Now Susan Boyle has accomplished the whole arc, the overnight sensation bit complete to the VH1 Where are They Now? treatment in a record 6 weeks. How can anyone handle that?

I’m amazed that I’m hearing some people with no sympathy for Susan, spouting off with “well, she signed up for it, no one forced her to do this?” How could anyone have known the roller coaster ride she would have seen. The celebrity, the morning talk shows, the talk of being on Oprah – all this may I remind you, not even from winning the show, but just from her audition tape.

In the end though, how could she not fail? Such were the high expectations, such was the pressure on her, who wouldn’t have their head turned around. We loved her for being that frumpy, cat lady, did we really expect the show not to change her? It’s shameful the way the press blasted her for even going to the hair salon. Does anyone actually want to be a frumpy old cat lady? I’m sure she’s had dreams for years kicking around in her head, for decades probably. Plus, I wonder if there was some plotting on the shows side. Much like in the case of Adam Lambert with American Idol, It actually did them no good to have Susan win, she was maxed out as far as opportunities and exposure, she’d long clinched a record contract and tour. By having the underdog win though they have two headlining acts now to market. I know that’s cynical, but I know that’s how show business works sometimes, it is after all a business.

The old adage comes to mind, be careful what you wish for, and in this case it did, and we see the results. Though again who could have predicted this. Also, just how fair is it to throw someone into this media frenzy without any handlers, agents, and protection? When it came to the world of show biz, not that she’s not an intelligent woman, but she’s certainly understandably naive about what’s going on. For that matter, the show itself seems to have been a bit naïve about the media monster they’d created and were ultimately responsible for.

Are we finally coming to grips with the uglier grittier side of reality TV now? Susan Boyle recovering in a mental clinic from exhaustion? You might as well throw in the probably soon-to-be-divorced Jon and Kate as recent victims of too real reality TV. They’re lucky though according to recent reports there’s a spate of suicides among reality TV stars. In a word that prizes fame and attention above most anything else, how do people handle being disposable stars?

So I guess for now we can quit projecting our 2nd hand dreams up on Susan Boyle and quit living precariously through her rocketing fame. True, if she can make it , there’s hope for all of us. We just need to get out there and do the work. The best I can hope for her is maybe that chance to sing before the queen, two or three albums with decent sales, and a good steady concert tour. Then if in the course of time, she loses a little weight (she says that’s one of her goals), a decent make-up artist gets a hold of her and does a makeover, she gets a few nice dresses, maybe she does go in for a little lipo and a chin tuck – so what – good for her. She’s sold and will sell enough tabloids for everyone else to more than deserve it.

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Guantanamo Detainees to the Phantom Zone

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Not that I’m making light of that situation. If anything it’s become a deepening mire that’s becoming a heavy burden on our American psyche. Almost daily now, what’s torture, do we torture, what did we learn, when? Now these new pictures that were to be released, then were not released, hinting at something darker going on. Rumors of rape and sexual abuse. Now though I find the whole debate on what is acceptable torture ludicrous. I’d like to see the right-wing pundits argue for acceptable rape and sexual abuse. I can think of nothing else that would put us as a country more down into the dirt with the lowest of our enemies.

If only it would all just go away, like all the old Superman comics and movies. If only we had that great device they had on Krypton for doing away with their terrorists – the Phantom Zone. It’s simplicity itself, no worries with NIMBY’s, escapees, out-of-hand guards and contractors, quibbles over torture techniques. You line up the prisoner’s and then this sort of glimmering dimensional gateway tumbles down and voila. Then your problems fly away into deep space. You can wipe your hands clean of the whole thing, go about your business and not think about it ever again. No prisons to construct, no contractors to hire for enhanced interrogation. Out of sight out of mind.

If only real life were that clean and simple and had such cool special effects. Guantanamo is far from a comic book story. It’s all too real, and getting grittier and dirtier by the day. Far from going away, with a nice story book ending, it’s only weighing heavier and heavier on us. There are such hard questions here, questions that even Superman’s dad Jor-El would lose sleep over, that even Superman himself, even the whole justice league would have trouble with. Yet it seems that past administrations did see this whole thing only in comic book terms, good guys, bad guys, evil empires, vs. the Great American Way. However, there are no saviors in capes in this story, and there seems to be lots of bad guys floating around. The whole Guantanamo story seems to only hold anti-heroes and villains.

As Colin Powell is reported to have said to Bush on Iraq; “You break it, you buy it.” We have to come together and make some hard decisions, uncomfortable ones. We have to own up fully to past mistakes and if needed call some people on their misdeeds.  As much as we like to see things in the pretty sharp graphics and bright colors of a comic book world, we’ve lost any right to innocence here, it’s time to get real.

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