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Why blogs appoint “moderators” for censuring comments? Censuring of free expressions is applied in social platforms?

I am plagued by this problem: blogs subscribe to mine and urgently ask me to publish in their blogs and then I have to face “moderators” to allow my posts and even comments to be published.  And I wondered: “What’s the point of appointing moderators unless your intention is to screen out expressions and opinions not framing well within “political” views and purposes?”  Mind you, a blog will be restricted to poems and yet moderators will banish your poems on political grounds! I had to suffer this ridiculous anomaly and indignity and had to published my experience.

Before posting my recent experience with social platform censorship, let me repost my prior experience with “Poetic”  censorship

I published a liberal translation of an epic poem by late Syrian poet Mohammad al Maghout.

I gave it the title “Face-off:  Gilgamesh and the Storm”.  It was written over 30 years ago; way before Desert Storm on Iraq in 1991 or the recent 2003 invasion.

I was invited by a new site, with only four members, to contribute poems.

After “approving” a dozen poems and commenting laudatory on them, the “administrator” or “moderator”  in other sites amazed me by demanding clarification on this particular poem:  He wanted to know if this poem refers to American soldiers! First, it might relevant to read the poem to comprehend my dismay.

“Waiting for the storm to hit

How could anyone cope with a storm?

What could you do in a desert storm?

Where is the storm?

It is on the horizon, hesitating;

A tramp at the hotel entrance.

Old eagle Gilgamesh, maybe the last of his species,

Lonely, quiet, waiting for the desert storm;

A chauffeur waiting for his master.

Old eagle is tired of tasting occasional serene clouds;

An old chef tasting the remains of a banquet.

Queen storm is taking her time in front of the mirror.

Old eagle is ready to chase out the storm up front;

What could he do with a worn out beak?

Decrepit and turned straight from frequent shattering to pieces on rocks.

How could old eagle hurry to meet the storm?

A tottering bicycle crossing river bed?

For years, old eagle’s white feathers have been dirty;

Dirtier than an old waiter’s apron.

A gentle breeze nudging old eagle from rock to rock,

From plain to plain;

A bored old soldier in a camp

Anxious for his last battle, confronting a fly.

A soothing breeze floated over old eagle;

He fluttered, a youth touched by the first girl.

Old eagle heaves a sigh; he is reminiscing youth

Strong wings spanning the valley, glittering with sweat.

Tiny birds, out of breath, trailing valiantly behind,

Mobs running after the King’s horse,

Chants hoarse, hallelujah feeble.

Old eagle is back dozing, in the scorching sun;

Epoch stretching out.

Suddenly, the universe blackened;

The world is still;

So still that the silence created religions out of fear;

Old eagle’s tail is waving.

Old eagle is hopping in circle;

A baby lamb welcoming its mother.

The storm thundered and hastened;

An ice skater showing off.

Old eagle is whispering an old victory song;

An eagle fallen off mountain tops,

A bride with no pendants and no cries.

Old eagle opened his old beak and retreated

In respect of his old master and teacher.

Old eagle is spinning amid his broken plumes,

His shouts clacking like rifle bullets

A mass of blood proudly lecturing

On the art of thirsting and ripping apart enemies.

The storm danced around old eagle and sneaked away.

Old eagle is mad; he is jumping cat-like;

A frightened baby stumbling for the door knob;

A drunkard coming back in the bar

Kicked out a hundred times and coming back.

Old eagle is wailing like a baby.

The storm lost steam on the sea-shore,

Medals and crowns scattered.

The bludgeoned face of a boxer;

A drunk washing his face.

Mighty storm is aching:

It recollects that a tiny creature fought to death.

Mighty storm is sprawled on the beach:

A monstrous tent shrinking to a headgear;

Tears dropping in eagle’s shape.” End of poem

I replied that this story is about the epic struggle of mankind against calamities; natural and man-made.  I insisted that the eagle does not represent a symbol to any State or tribe, religion, or any culture.

I had a mind to ask this tight administrator what, in the animal kingdom, is convenient for his imagination to confront a storm. I received no reply and the poem was not posted on the site.

Excellent poets perceive invariants in human history and rephrase them in indelible images.  Consequently, I changed the title according to the perception of this infamous site.

After approving another half a dozen of my poems, this non-poetic administrator felt beyond himself reading this poem:

This poem was approved, and then immediately, the site “suspended” me without providing reasons.

It is to be noted that the site never presented any constraints beforehand for joining or the kind of poems “satisfactory” to their “ideology”.

Now to the next moderator.  A blog subscribed to my blog.  I checked it out and left a comment on one of its pieces, and added a thank you note for patronizing my blog.

I went on with another developed comment on another piece that lambasted Friedman for his position on current undemocratic Israel political climate.

My comment was: “How many Mosques have to be burned down before Your blog consent that this is a trend in Israel political climate?  How many new colonies and settlements have to be built before your blog admit that it is becoming a cause to resistance and not just a consequence as you claim?”

I faced this statement: “Waiting for moderator approval before posting…”.  I immediately replied: “Why do you need a moderator to censure free expressions”?

Again, the same waiting for moderator green light that never materialized…

Does God exist?  It is Not a matter of proof but choices in belief systems.  If we had proofs of God’s existence then, this discussion will be out of subject matter; religions will have no basis to exist and resume spreading humongous illusions that satisfy our desire to immortality and the absolute.

Does God exist?  If we had proofs that God existed then, religions would not have displaced philosophy (although both systems are based on premises that have no foundations in facts and experimentations) in the mind of youth and the majority of people living in an insecure world, internally and externally.

Does God exist?  It is a matter of choices in belief system:  “I believe God exist”, “I don’t believe God exist”, or I intermittently change my belief position with age, conditions, experiences, and eye-witness accounts that affect my previous dispositions.  Do I truly believe that God exists?  Do I truly believe that God does not exist?  Am going through a temporary state of imbecility and feeling totally self-satisfied in my good conscience?  Am I having hard times and decided to invest time reflecting, injecting a healthy dose of skepticism and suspicions in belief systems that are fraught with illusions and untenable premises?

If we are certain that we shall die, that earth will eventually vanish, that what mankind has imagined and produced will be lost then, can we start carrying on a discussion based on compassion, humility, and lucidity?

Do you know that this century witnessed 140 armed conflicts totaling more than 150 millions in casualties.  More than twenty conflict produced over one million killed.  For every killed you may estimate another one dying within a month and two others handicapped for life physically, mentally or both.  Thus, in this century or one billion were victims of direct armed conflicts. WWII killed more than 60 millions.  Two dozen conflicts are still on going for decades and the toll is accumulating.  Mind that in every decade, one billion die of famine and curable diseases.  The UN estimated that currently there is one billion earning less than a dollar per day and have no shelters:  Which means, all the most downtrodden of the billion of mankind will invariably die within the decade of famine and curable diseases.

Tell me: If the God you believe exists to be absolutely jealous, absolutely vengeful, absolutely powerful… can your God outperform mankind in evil doing?  If your God has any notion of compassion how can mankind degenerate generation after generation?

Tell me:  If your God is absolute love, absolute resilience, and absolute compassion… then, can he outperform mothers bringing up and nurturing naturally new-born beasts for over 20 years so that he may be inducted in the community of the civilized world of mankind?

We are lucid in our frailty, shortcomings, weaknesses, and what is in our will to change.  A single step depends on thousands of other factors not dependent on the individual.  We are aware that knowledge is relative and that moral values are relative.  We yearn for an absolute, an invariable, a timeless entity to win this race for us.  We created this absolute entity and lavished 99 absolute names on Him so that this God will tame our natural violence, will give us incentives to learn to be compassionate, to hold communities in brotherhood of respect and dignity.  How this God was interpreted to encourage violence, hate, racism, and inequality in dignity and opportunities?

Tell me:  If your God is absolute power, absolute in lucidity, absolutely siding with peace and justice… then, why your God does not make the effort to prove it?  Are you still waiting for signs and enumerating countless signs from Books when what mankind needs is a simple act, even occasionally?

Why this God is totally impotent demonstrating his power such as whispering to the governments for a moratorium on armed conflicts even for a single day; inspiring politicians to increasing their contribution for developing countries to 2% of State GNP?

Was God created to appeasing mankind, to reassuring him, to consoling him by sneakily overwhelming him with grandiose illusions of well-being and satisfaction of all our desires in the after-life?  Designing an absolutely compassionate God who has never demonstrated it  is too beautiful to be true.

Puny avatar, how dare you excite for wars in the name of God? How dare you harangue for civil wars in the name of God.  How dare you discriminate among men in the name of God.  You puny avatar:  Why in the name of God?

There are two major line of belief systems:  people who want to believe in a God (whether external to mankind or created my man) and those who don’t want to even think about an absolute and invariable God such as Buddhism.  Reality proves that mankind can survive without a structured belief system in God.

No need to imposing your belief system on your neighbor:  Whay works for you does not work for your neighbor.  You have the right to explaining and sharing your belief but your neighbor has the right, duty, and responsibility to reflect and figure out his belief system.

Note:  I know that the first comments will be just pages after pages of excerpts of verses from “Books” on the existence of God and I shall refuse to join this game.

Puny avatar; why in the name of God?

Show me a single religion condemning

As blasphemy, the biggest sin of all,

Speaking in the name of God.

Puny avatar;

Why in the name of God?

Allah, Jehovah, Krishna, Buddha

Show me a single religion

Not inaugurating a President

In the name of a God.

Not haranguing the troops

In the name of a God.

Not persecuting other religions

In the name of a God.

Puny avatar; why are you hiding your weaknesses

In the name of a God?

Are you scaring me with eternal fire?

Is a candle burn not bad enough?

Are you frightening me to obedience by eternal pain?

Millions are suffering constant pain in hospitals, tents, in open air;

Of curable diseases, famine, thirst,

No pain-killer powerful enough to let go in peace.

Isn’t a single case bad enough to you?

Are you enticing me for immortality?

Anything scarier than boring immortality?

Puny avatar; why are you heaping your ignorant arrogance on me

In the name of a God?

Is there a single religion with enough imagination?

A total silence preceding a major cataclysm as God.

A complete darkness, not a candle flickering.

A world devoid of the feeling of touch;

Not a single soft breeze, not a wet loving kiss.

A world odorless and tasteless as God

Any one of that kinds of Gods would scare the hell out of me

And you won’t have to preach in his Name.

Puny avatar; talk in the name of God

And stay this dwarf: petty, mean, and coward.

Mankind! Stand up; wake up.

Dare speak in the name of Man.

Take on your responsibilities in the name of mankind.

Embrace your countless limitations;

Develop your limitless potentials.

Pray your God in the solitude of your heart;

Give grace to your God in the many ways to enjoying life;

For the opportunity to working with passion and sweating labor.

Puny avatar you were and is

In the name of God.

Try speaking in the name of man

With respect and humility to your fellow co-survivors

Sharing the same boat, the toil, hardship, and labor.

Sharing the smiles, joy, laughter, and compassion

Sharing what earth has in reserve to us all.

Singing with birds, the breeze, the sea wind.

Avatar you are and will be

And puny no more.




May 2023

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