our jesuitical establishment

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In addition to this, I want to remind you to watch the video on the Wikileaks page if you haven't already. I mean, when does it come over us that the casuistry being bullhorned far and wide is outright unacceptable and needs must cease instanter? It's been clear to me for a long time. Surely it at least was clear to most of us at one time, if only in theory, and I'd really like to know WHEN do we get ON the subject around here? How much torture and slaughter and agonizing death and deformity and displacement and starvation and toxification does one put up with before their brain bursts from the wholly insufficient explanations for this stuff?

I have to stress and stress and stress, and I really want you to take my point, that this is NOT theater, not the movies, not television, not a sitcom or a drama. This is REAL. So WHY are you treating it as though it were some form of art you are only meant to critique and then go about your regular business and enthusiasms?

When I say so often "no, really" and "this means you" or some expression of my certainty that you're nuts, do you think I'm just being colorful? Does it EVER occur to you that I'm pointing directly at something ACTUAL, something VITAL to your physical, mental, emotional, spiritual health?

WELL, DOES IT?

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UPDATE:

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading—treading—till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through—

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum—
Kept beating—beating—till I thought
My Mind was going numb—

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space—began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here—

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down—
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing—then—

—Emily Dickinson

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love, 99
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