If you have ever had the pleasure of spending time on a farm or ranch you know what a cow pasture looks and smells like. If you have ever walked through a cow pasture you have ample evidence that it is a home for cows. And, if you are like the majority of us, you avoid stepping in the ample piles of evidence.
Look around, my friends. The evidence is piling up. Take a deep breath. That pungent aroma is the smell of fresh, still steaming Fascism. You recognize the evidence of cows in a cow pasture. Recognize the evidence of Fascism. Once you step in it, the smell cannot be removed.
For Victims and Perpetrators of Injustice
(From “Prayers for Justice and Peace”)
For all those who have fallen victim to hatred and inhumanity, for those loved ones who are left behind to mourn, for the souls of those whose hearts are cold, Lord, hear our prayer.
For the children who are being born into this world of conflict and violence, for women and mothers who suffer needlessly, Lord, hear our prayer.
For all those who have been forced into unemployment, who long to return to work, for all those who struggle to support their families, Lord, hear our prayer.
For the soldiers who are misguided in thinking that their bullets will bring about peace, for those who feel called to conscientiously object to military orders, Lord, hear our prayer.
For the children who cry in their beds at night and wonder “what have I done?”
For the mothers and fathers who must try to explain the unexplainable, Lord, hear our prayer.
For all the children who have died before their time, for the soldiers who allow their uniform to strip them of their humanity, for the healers who are denied the opportunity to use their gifts, Lord, hear our prayer.
For the redemption of souls of both victim and perpetrator, for those who commit themselves to the forgiveness of sins, Lord, hear our prayer. AMEN.
This chart is a good approximation of how our tax dollars are spent. One correction that needs to be made, however, is to add the Veterans’ Benefits into the Military Spending category.
The cost of caring for our Veterans is definitely a part of our Military expenses, and we need to calculate it as such. Doing so would mean that Military spending actually accounts for over 61% of our nation’s budget.
This number is far too high, and is just one more illustration of the misplaced values we hold. Our Military Spending is higher than the next five countries in the world combined. This is excessive to the point of being immoral. And this is especially shameful when one out of eight children in our country go hungry on a regular basis.
We need to cut our military spend to a maximum of 50% of the federal budget. That 11% savings could then go to eradicate hunger in our country with plenty left over to help restore our crumbling infrastructure and provide a higher quality education system.
I pray that we come to realize this sooner rather than later. More love, more understanding and more compassion will make our world a far better and a far safer place.
We can put our trust in more weapons and larger military budgets in the futile hope of security, but the reality is that until we develop true community we will never have the peace we long for so desperately.
All of us are fearful of losing what we have. Once we realize that letting go of this fear frees us to live more fully and openly we can begin moving toward become more loving and peaceful as individuals and as a society..
Not all 19 year olds are created equal. When I was 19 I didn’t have a gun. I had a rifle. And my life and the lives of all my fellow Marines around me depended on it. But then Mt Bloomberg didn’t go to Viet Nam and never faced someone whose sole purpose in life was to end yours.
Those that have never experienced the horror of war are most often those that are war’s loudest advocates. Once you have experienced the senseless brutality and unbelievable violence of war your view of war and of the world is never the same.
Most veterans do not talk willingly of their combat experience. Some things are best left unspoken, and forgotten as much as possible.