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On War, Robot War, Drone War, Electronic War… Stop injustices, Respect human dignity…

It is not possible for a sane person to sincerely promote the killing of another person.

Ask anyone in the front line how he felt before he shot on an “adversary” and how he felt after the “enemy” fell.

Anyone sane is not able to forget “that he did kill someone else”.

The memory is there for the remainder of his life, and life is rotten and very unpleasant.

People like to claim “self-defense” excuse, any kinds of self-defense, thinking that the neighbor will be understanding and forgiving.

What the neighbor can do to you if your soul and mind are unable to erase the fact of having ended the life someone else?

Recently, the Chinese had more than two dozen models in some stage of development on display at the Zhuhai Air Show, some of  which they are evidently eager to sell to other countries.

There was a time in our history when bow and arrows were not yet put to use, not even for shooting down animal to eat. Battles were short and not many died in the field.

People life expectancy was very short, and those fighting were plagued with all kinds of diseases: They needed to rest after a short engagement, and maybe they sat to shoot the breeze, faking that they will get up again to resume the fight. Not a chance.

Killing from a long range is the skill of the coward and the totally useless soldier: Too much shouting for nothing.

If you really need to claim self-defense, engage in close body fight: A few wounds will go a long way into avoiding the promotion of war.

On July 2011, Barbara Ehrenreich published this piece. It is reposted on TomDispatch.

Last week, William Wan and Peter Finn of the Washington Post reported that at least 50 countries have now purchased or developed pilotless military drones.

So three cheers for a thoroughly drone-ified world.

In my lifetime, I’ve repeatedly seen advanced weapons systems or mind-boggling technologies of war hailed as  near-Utopian paths to victory and future peace (just as the atomic bomb  was soon after my birth).

Include in that the Vietnam-era, “electronic  battlefield,” President Ronald Reagan’s Strategic Defense Initiative  (aka “Star Wars”), the “smart bombs” and smart missiles of the first  Gulf War, and in the twenty-first century, “netcentric warfare,” that Rumsfeld high-tech favorite.

You know the results of this sort of magical thinking about wonder weapons (or technologies) just as well as I do.

The atomic bomb led to an almost half-century-long nuclear superpower standoff/nightmare, to  nuclear proliferation, and so to the possibility that someday even terrorists might possess such weapons.

The electronic battlefield was incapable of staving off defeat in Vietnam.

Reagan’s “impermeable” anti-missile shield in space never came even faintly close to making it into the heavens. (And the currently deployed steel domes are no better)

Those “smart bombs” of the Gulf War proved remarkably dumb, while the 50 “decapitation” strikes the Bush administration launched against Saddam Hussein’s regime on the  first day of the 2003 invasion of Iraq took out not a single Iraqi  leader, but dozens of civilians.

And the history of the netcentric military in Iraq is well known. Its “success” sent Secretary of Defense Rumsfeld into retirement and ignominy.

In the same way, robot drones as assassination weapons will prove to be just another weapons system rather than a panacea for American  warriors.

None of these much-advertised wonder technologies ever turns  out to perform as promised, but that fact never stops them, as with  drones today, from embedding themselves in our world.

From the atomic  bomb came a whole nuclear landscape that included the Strategic Air  Command, weapons labs, production plants, missile silos, corporate  interests, and an enormous world-destroying arsenal (as well as  proliferating versions of the same, large and small, across the planet).

Nor did the electronic battlefield go away.

Quite the opposite — it  came home and entered our everyday world in the form of sensors,  cameras, surveillance equipment, and the like, now implanted from our borders to our cities.

Rarely do wonder weapons or wonder technologies disappoint enough to disappear.

And those latest wonders, missile- and bomb-armed drones,  are now multiplying like so many electronic rabbits.

And yet there is  always hope. (Like what practical decisions and how to generate such hope?)


Top Gun (December 31, 2008)

The Palestinian martyrs in Gaza have already forgiven the Israeli fighter planes Top Guns  .

The skin of the Top Gun crawls at the sight of ants, down below.

The Top Gun is scared shitless at the sight of the ants, down below.

Those Hell Fires are not worth a dime:

there are many injured ants, down below.

The Palestinian martyrs have forgiven this coward Top Gun.

It is the injured ants who remember Moses’ wisdom:

Blood for blood, an eye for an eye

That is denying sleep to the Top Gunners.

Top Gun has to be afraid of tomorrow.

Neither Hell Fires nor Bygone spraying can exterminate human dignity.

You own but your daydreams: May your dreams be guided to promoting human dignity

Our life is fraught with persistent streams of frustration, anger, feeling of indignity, of humiliations, of worthless attitudes… stacked with frequent lies, conning, cheating events and happening…

No wonder that most of our daydreams are schemes for revenge, for punishing, for humiliating so many people we had to deal with or are connected with…

No wonder many people don’t dare take times to daydreams, on the ground that they bring the worst in them, and keep working and finding excuses to keep busy….

No wonder many welcome daydreams in order to vent off their antagonism and their mauled feeling.

In all cases, we own our daydreams: They are our best hidden diaries and no one can have access to our darkest schemes.

We all believe that, actually, these daydreams would not translate into real actions

We feel secure and appeased that we had an alternative to release our pent-up angers and apprehension….

It is frequent behavior to extend the story that we have read with our daydream versions, versions that satisfy our attitudes, peculiar conditions, and perception of our world view.

Occasionally, with frequent rehearsal of specific dreams, what we coin as temporary insanity actions are but the well rehearsed daydream stories whose opportunity have knocked.

It stand to reason that the more frequent our daydreams are negative and violent, the more likely our actions will reflect our hidden spirit.

May our daydreams be guided to enhancing human dignity, to improving human well-being, social and political rights, to building projects that increase safety, health, and daily living standards…

May our daydreams be guided to figuring out how liberty and freedom can be secured and maintained;

how peace and stability can be preserved;

how we can improve our behavior;

how to translate our skills, talents and training to train and coach others to become better people…

Note: I opened a new category last year “Daydream projects“. Foreword your daydreams and I would be glad to comment and credit your dreams. You may even send your daydream project to

One lovely stroll in Doubts Park; (Jan. 4, 2010)

I always claimed that whatever I do is meant to search for the Truth.

That is a lie: I run away from the fact that our reality is fundamentally the universe of doubts.

I should admit that this world of doubts is specific to humankind, I should accept it, integrate it in my life and enjoy strolling in Doubts Park.

It is nice, now and then, to take a short break from listing the thousands of questions that constantly perturb cognitive man and try to please my huge ego by trying to resolve a single existential question, just for the fun of it.

I was led lately to read with some attention detailed descriptions of heaven and hell.

I was shocked with these infantile and crude stories that are carbon copies in all religious Books.

I had the impression that all these prophets had no imagination for even slight variations; actually the only tiny variations were in the sadistic punishment of those intended to be visiting hell.

I had another revelation: all those prophets started recounting scenes of heaven and hell after they received recognition and enjoyed the tendency to clinging to power.

It was as if scaring people is the common technique to all who hold on to power.

All those prophets lived the masochist life till getting recognition and then let their imagination loose on the saddest sadistic punishments and unbridled lusty desires.

It was like all prophets are of a certain type of men that sustain only extreme binary attitudes in their deep subconscious, while disseminating the message of learning to tend to the middle line in the spectrum of our passions.

I have something to say; but first let me refresh your memory.

On Heaven

You have got about six rivers.  You select from the following items:

first, a river of pure running potable water;

second, a river of milk or yogurt with even taste (you might have to settle on your favorite taste; if you didn’t have the opportunity to taste all the fruity flavors then never mind: there must be available more exhilarant venues to investigate; anyway, you have all the time unless you start rebelling again. If you are allergic to milk then no problems, go on selecting other items);

third, a river of honey (I assume in those days only unadulterated bee’s honey was marketed; more Book’s research funding is required);

fourth, a river of perfume (not specific, you would have tough choices if you failed to try all scents while alive);

fifth, a river of wine, most probably beer, which never gets you inebriated enough to utter foul sentences or curse the Devils.

(I guess you should have choices of alcoholic beverages: you earned it.  My hypothesis is that you can opt for the four rivers to be of the wine kinds: you earned it, mind you).

Sixth, a river of oil (I am strongly inclined to believe that it is olive oil; tough luck if you hate olive oil; you can switch this river to scotch or vodka, I guess).

How to drink is no problem in heaven: you can use crystal cups, jars, Jeri can of gold, silver, or titanium (that last metal is of my own invention) or just sit and lap straight from the source or I would suggest letting your sweetheart pour it from her fresh mouth.  Oh, on the subject of sweetheart you have to be patient a little: I just like suspense.

If none of these rivers are to your liking then remember: the guiding light is not to worry about heaven: it is the other alternative that you should mind about.

From what I read I came into understanding that we are all going first to hell.

Pretty much as in immigration concentration camps.

Then, very few would be shown the exit door; and a few would be acrobatic and focused enough to cross the long thin bridge to heaven.   I should stick to heaven now.

You don’t have to worry at all.  Just imagine the varieties of condiments!

Do you like fresh, juicy, and ripe fruits?  Do you love dates, grapes, or pomegranates?  These are the fruits mentioned in the Books.

Remember, you better get a taste for Levantine assortment of fruits; but it is also said that you can have any kind of fruits and I suggest you don’t get frazzled that soon.

The beauty of it is that trees will deliver their fruits in any position you feel comfortable in (such as standing, lying, stooping, or sitting).  My impression is that you could order the branch to drop the fruit in your open mouth.  If I physically toiled hard in my life then that would be my ideal option of delivery.

Hey man, wait.  We have got the best news ever.

It will blow your brain away. You will have all the women and adolescent men for any kind of intercourse you desire. You can throw bacchant parties any time you want and you will be perched on high wide beds, very cushy, and perfectly ergonomically comfortable.

Good tiding for the women kind.

You are nowhere mentioned in the picture of heaven and hell: the Jewish sect in Judea never endowed you with souls anyway.  But don’t you worry as yet.

God will recreate you to pleasure the select men.  Sorry, since very few men will be selected to go to heaven then don’t push: not all of you will be re-created.

The good news is, if created, you will all have white skin, screwy eyes (hawal), long hair, and none of you would be over 33 of age.  You will enjoy firm tits; it is up to the select men to shape your tits to the fruit of their desire. That is how I figure it.

Certainly you will be wearing jewelry and silk dresses; I think that, unlike men wearing only fine white robes, you might have a wide selection of fabrics and colors.

On Hell

This section would be brief: I know that you guys have suffered enough in this life that you don’t give much weight to the puny punishments that you might be allotted in hell.

Hell is simply fire, a lot of it, and its temperature is 60 times the temperature of earth core.

Hell is not upgraded with fire alarms. It was the result of lack of imagination: a million fire alarms going off at all the time would certainly scare the Bejesus out of anyone, regardless if he was engulfed in fire and black smoke.

Thus, don’t fear that much, please.  The mechanical instruments for conveying pain are archaic; they are mostly chains, gardening, and harvesting implements…

There is no diabolic high tech suffering machines.  I failed to read that you might be half buried in sand to be nibbled at by ants in a scorching desert.

Guantanamo Bay was, since time of creation, in the visual field of God but he refrained at the last second: God wanted to test the evil potentials of men.

You may read the reports of the commissions on human rights and the juicy archives in the United Nations.

You will be zipped straight to hell with no recourse for leniency even if you witnessed close death encounters several times.

Just writing this article, any sacerdotal caste should judge me as good as dead a dozen times.

As for what might open the gate of heaven is simple: allow no one to share power with God, have field charity in the heart coupled by notarized proofs.

I doubt that predicators go around describing in details the conditions in hell and heaven; they tend to just mention hell and heaven as if everybody was told once in his life the stories in these final relocation places: I guess once is enough to grab the attention of kids.

Most probably, hell was described to kids at untenable moments but I doubt heaven was ever a favorite topic to parents.

My suggestion is if we feel ashamed to tell the minute details of hell and heaven as recounted in the Books, if these stories should be labeled X-rated for cruelty or sexuality and not suited for less than 18 years of age, then the words hell and heaven should be scraped from theology teaching.

Faith should not be based on a reward system: If Heaven and Hell are the return for a life-time of toil and struggles then, they don’t come close accounting for justice.

Faith is this pleasuring drama of playing stupid communicating our confidence in human good natured heart and well intentioned purpose to rescuing his fellow man in time of need.

Sometimes, true faith generates reciprocating pleasure and it increases human dignity on pragmatic criteria. It is not worth feeling bitter of your limitations: suffice to believe that all living creatures are holy.

The first attribute of human kind is freedom to doubt; the second attribute is liberty to take pride in what we doubt.

The level headed should desire to die.

If hell, then it is a piece of cake compared to our hellish life on earth; ask any persecuted inhabitant who was detained, tortured, and humiliated.

Ask people dead from famine or thirst.

Definitely, hell has lost its power to scare.

If heaven, then hmm…it won’t be such a bad condition after all to live in.  I might be slightly worried of boredom but I trust God would endow the sexy “Houries” with enough playfulness to keep me interested for eternity.  Heaven definitely can have my vote.

Life is all about taking a single stand for human dignity.

I sincerely hope that my readers are invested with strong sense of humor.




January 2023

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