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Politics: Evil To Him Who Evil Does

Posted in 104, bad ideas, blame society, entertainment, family, freedom, politics, randomness, warfare on December 5th, 2012 by Hannibal Tabu
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Re: Homeland Season 2, Episode 10.

Huge, huge SPOILER ALERT, and I’m sorry if you haven’t seen it.

In all seriousness, if you haven’t seen the show and want to, you should stop here. I’ll give you some space before I continue …


Yes, I understand the irony of the above image, that’s why I chose it.

Anyway, notorious international “terrorist” Abu Nazir has taken the CIA’s craziest analyst, Carrie Mathison, captive for reasons that are not really important for what we’re discussing here. He asked her if she carries the same dedication he and his followers do. That discussion, as quoted, follows:

CARRIE: “Whatever it takes.”

NAZIR: “Really? With your pension plans & organic foods? Your beach houses & sports clubs? Do you have the perseverance, the tenacity, the faith? Because we do. You can bomb us, starve us, occupy our holy places, but we will never lose our faith. We carry god in our hearts, our souls. To die is to join him. It may take a century. Two centuries, three centuries … but we will exterminate you.”

CARRIE: “Like I said. You’re a terrorist.”

Is it bad that a very horrible part of me wanted Abu Nazir to respond, “I prefer to think of myself as a teacher …” in that moment?


What Israel is doing to the Palestinians is wrong. The support afforded to them by the United States is wrong. Hate engenders hate. When the oppressed respond with hate, it’s just where they are in their stage of development, especially if the boot of oppression remains on or even near their neck. When their wrongs have been redressed — and please don’t try to talk to me about the idea Palestine has not been wronged, like the Serbs were wronged, like the Jews were wronged, like the Africans were wronged, like the Tasmanians were wronged and so on, down the line — then maybe they can begin to heal, maybe they can begin to collectively forgive.

Also, please understand that I am not saying it is right for children to be killed — by bombs from the Israeli forces or as sacrifices and suicide bombs. Both are equally wrong. The methods used by both sides are deplorable, the guilt is shared equally and I am embarrassed for the portion of my tax dollars spent furthering this conflict. I’d hope I’ve made that abundantly clear since few of us ever really get to be “innocent.”

As for the sentiments of Abu Nazir, in the words of Chris Rock, “I’m not saying I condone it … but I understand.”

Spirit knows I understand.

Watching (Television): Homeland, “Broken Hearts”

yeah, I know, the Department of Homeland Security will be all over this blog like Lindsay Lohan over a line of coke … such is life under Ingsoc …

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Poetry: Fight Song [#napowrimo2011]

Posted in blame society, creativity, daughter, napowrimo, ranting, torch-passing, writing on April 12th, 2011 by Hannibal Tabu
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Is this late? Am I behind? I can’t tell.

I really look forward to workshopping this one of these days, as some of the lines really hooked me.

Art is most sacred battleground in data war.

Equations to inflation,
dinosaurs to Dyno-Mutt,
Ineffable iotas of information
comprise every monolith and monologue,
Schroedinger to Eisenberg,
Dwayne McDuffie to William Shakespeare,
there are no differences
there is only one thing.

Yet ministers of defense deliver shrapnel sermons
preaching salvo salvation,
re-education through superior firepower
spreading our way of life,
sponsored by British Petroleum.

I hold hand me down hustle as my weapon,
Inherited insurgency,
sworn to hold that line
hold that note
holding back the tears
to load them like bullets
into recoilless vignettes.
Friends, Romans, crusaders,
peacekeepers, contractors, special forces,
There are no differences.
There is only one thing.

Battle lines drawn
Impermanent ink
Real work’s done in editing.
We can fix it in post.
We’re at war with Eastasia.
We’ve always been at war with Eastasia.

I am a universal soldier.

Thirty eighth tour of duty,
I proudly serve
legacy of literature
from pimp pick up lines
to published poetry,
face first in the trenches,
take next hill so neither daughter will.
Let them fight from higher ground.

Maybe they’ll find out who’s winning.

“Universal Soldier”
By Hannibal Tabu

My brain wants to make the art piece more prevalent near the end to balance the first line, but I don’t know if it’s right. Like I said, workshop. First drafts are just that.

See you tomorrow.

Playing (Music): “Respect Yourself” by Bruce Willis

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