Tuesday, September 11, 2007

TRANSFORMING HUMAN SYSTEMS:
THE VALUES OF ORIGINARY CUSTOM, INTEGRAL CONSCIOUSNESS, AND A NEW EPISTEMOLOGICAL FRAMING OF LANGUAGE

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My doctoral research focused on the intersection of law and consciousness. In my work I aspired toward articulating a kind of attractor basin (1) for orienting human consciousness toward the remaking of a world that is genuinely conducive to global democracy, economic justice, and civil society – in contradistinction to a world that suffers, at present, from the deleterious effects of empire-driven policies and those actions of corporate capitalism that have caused such misery for citizens worldwide (Johnson, 2007; Johnson 2004; Johnson, 2000; Perkins, 2007; Perkins, 2004). As the undertaking of a project such as this requires the labor of many and varied fields of expertise, it is perhaps the ultimate multi-disciplinary effort. Using a relational/participatory frame (2) of consciousness, networks of problem-solving actors from diverse backgrounds can help to transform human systems by ameliorating and ultimately supplanting harsh, socioeconomic, political, and environmental inequities.

In my dissertation I explored the origins and charted the development of law and legal culture within the Western legal tradition (WLT) by examining the continuing evolution of jurisprudence in the context of Jean Gebser’s (1985) structures of consciousness analysis. Via my own critical intuition, and by examining certain texts (Berman, 2000; Zerzan, 1998; Clastres, 1989; Diamond, 1987), I postulated that understanding law’s genesis out of custom required an excursus into pre-history in search of law’s epistemological legitimacy. I concluded that at some point in pre-history there had occurred a crack in a formerly all-pervasive originary custom nurtured by the pre-mental (archaic, magic, mythic) consciousness of primal peoples. That is, under certain conditions, in certain instances the originary custom of nomadic, non-hierarchical social structures diverged over time into what I refer to as acculturated custom. This led me to my contention that only acculturated custom is that custom conventionally cited as a source of law.

From here I detected the earliest notions of law, what I refer to as mytho-concepts, that arose out of this acculturated custom, eventually mutating symbiotically with mental consciousness into what humanity has come to know as LAW. Indeed, law is uniquely a creature of mental consciousness and alphabetic literacy. In turn, jurisprudence (or the philosophy of law) is continually reworked within the WLT by what historian Donald R. Kelley (1990) posits as the contending, conceptual forces of nomos and physis, employed in an oppositional dialectic that repeatedly plays itself out within the over-arching logos of each succeeding age.

In my doctoral work I sought to demonstrate that the WLT has functioned as a container, mirroring back from within it a mental consciousness directing an evolution of law growing increasingly hypertrophied, as consciousness intensified toward what Gebser (1985) calls its "deficient" form: the mental-rational. I thus surmised that this deficient-mental consciousness is capable of only regurgitating thought and ideas of a debilitating consensual reality via a self-reflexive culture trance. Hence, I referred to status quo law and jurisprudence as deficient-mental legal culture. I posited, however, that humanity is shifting into a more relational/participatory consciousness that Gebser (1985) refers to as integral consciousness (3). A growing subculture of “cultural creatives” (Ray & Anderson, 2000) can be seen as exhibiting signs of this new consciousness shift.

The overriding quest of my dissertation was to inquire into whether law, conceptualized via mental consciousness for over two millennia, can adapt, continue to develop and thrive amid a newly intensifying structure of integral consciousness. In responding, I considered new law practice models (e.g., restorative justice, collaborative law, holistic law, etc) and legal theorists (Barton, 1998; Souza Santos, 1995; Gabel, 1984) whose work is generally oriented toward Gebser’s vision of a new, aperspectival jurisprudence. Thus, I introduce what I term integral jurisprudence as a new attractor basin within the WLT. It is via integral values, and a worldview and reality premised upon integral consciousness, that individuals might not only self-transcend deficient-mental legal culture but generally transform all deficient-mental human systems.

Quite simply, at present the future of the WLT hangs in the balance: whether Western legal culture can self-transcend the deficient phase of mental consciousness will depend on how successful is the symbiotic embrace of integral values that nurture this new consciousness shift. One place to look for a more holistic, relational/participatory frame is the originary custom in the life-ways of present-day nomadic, non-hierarchical primal peoples. What I am suggesting is that such primal peoples have not allowed prior structures of consciousness – the archaic, magic, and the mythic – to become atrophied while being dominated or overwhelmed by a mental/rational consciousness.

Structures of consciousness theory, as applied to nomadic, non-hierarchical primal peoples, might indicate two possibilities, the evidence for which exists solely by deduction from my own theoretical intuition: 1) they simply have not yet reached that hyper-developed stage of consciousness whose acceleration intensifies with the predominance of the deficient form of mythic consciousness, or 2) the deficient form of each structure manifests in a flatter crescendo over a more extended period of time, so that the mutation precipitating the subsequent structure is smoother and the primal person is perhaps better adjusted to his or her consciousness. I am inclined toward the latter theory.

The adaptation to subsequent structures might not be comprehended as those in civilized society experienced their own consciousness – as a progressively developing evolution through stages or structures. Instead, for such primal peoples the intensification of consciousness toward and through mutations may be more of a seamless and imperceptible transitional flow. The deficient form of each structure, rather than colonizing the beneficial aspects of a prior, efficient structure of consciousness by means of a steep, traumatizing process, may instead ameliorate its deficiencies in such a way that each structure of consciousness preserves its integrity and therefore its innate ontological value.

In moderns, the evolution of mental consciousness might be seen as a more forced, steeper, yet shortened and more traumatic process, convulsing into a mental structure that is not as susceptible to accommodating the full benefits of prior structures, which in turn might not be capable of being harmonized (because not fully processed). The full benefits of prior structures are instead repressed into the realm of the unconscious, a kind of universal catch-all referent symbolizing those parts of us that remain as hidden and mysterious psychological disconnects from our wholeness-of-being. I refer to this disconnect from wholeness of being as dissociation.

Crucial to my definition of dissociation as a phenomenon of consciousness is an understanding of the prevalence of a mental/rational ontological orthodoxy that results in a culturally-twisted epistemological stasis – viz., a more generalized dissociative malaise experienced as consensual reality and culture trance. David Edwards (1995) does a masterful job of explaining the dynamics. As he seeks to demonstrate, the basic “reality” framework for modern social goals is determined by powerful state and corporate elites. More to the point, no “conspiracy theory” is needed for society, including its media, to think and act more-or-less in lockstep with the status quo:

"Thus once it has been accepted that industrial society should be dedicated to economic growth through corporate profit generated by mass consumption, these framing conditions can be expected to produce a version of social reality progressively reflecting their requirements in an almost automatic way." (Edwards, 1995, p.35, emphasis added).

I maintain that it is through a self-transcendence, negotiated via a relational/participatory consciousness, that humanity individually and collectively moves away from dissociation toward a more associated and ultimately integrated state of being.

Mental/rational thinkers generally suffer a disconnect from a benign mental consciousness and a treasure trove to be found in the harmonization of prior structures (each latent, however attenuated) that can make consciousness more fully associated. Instead, in a so-called dissociated state, we over-rely on the current, predominating, deficient-mental consciousness structure, the mental/rational, wherein the tendency is for abstractions to replace the concrete world around us. Ralph Metzner (Roszak, et al., 1995a) describes dissociation as a process wherein “we progressively disconnect perception of the external world in order to attend to interior images, memories, and impressions.” (Roszak, et al., 1995a, p.63).

Dissociation, then, appears to degrade our connection to the natural world through a kind of overwhelming solipsism that demands that the wholeness of our consciousness remains aloof and almost absent from communion with the external environment. We become self-referential in our worldview. Put into vivid context, Paul Shepard (Roszak, et al., 1995b) expresses this dissociation in the following way:

"All Westerners are heir, not only to the self-justifications of recent technophilic Promethean impulses, but to the legacy of the whole. We may now be the possessors of the flimsiest identity structure, the products of a prolonged tinkering with ontogenesis – by Paleolithic standards, childish adults. Because of this arrested development, modern society continues to work, for it requires dependence. But the private cost is massive therapy, escapism, intoxicants, narcotics, fits of destruction and rage, enormous grief, subordination to hierarchies that exhibit this callous ineptitude at every level, and perhaps worst of all, a readiness to strike back at a natural world that we dimly perceive as having failed us. From this erosion of human nurturing comes the failure of the passages of the life cycle and the exhaustion of our ecological accords." (Roszak, Gomes & Kanner, 1995b: 35)

I submit, then, that originary custom – as a life-way that presents a different ontological trajectory of our human consciousness – may indeed structurally unfold more slowly and more holistically. By so doing, an embedded familiarization with originary custom may help avoid entrapment in deficient forms of consciousness, or within a predominating structure that is bereft of a holonically integrated nature, whatever those structural limits of consciousness might be. Thus, I propose participatory field research among a primal society that is open to the idea of allowing me to heuristically journey with them and report upon the experience of what I call its originary custom.

Enter the cultural mutant, who deeply senses his or her own dissociation. The cultural mutant somehow missed out on being or becoming a part of the new American dream: the techno-modernist vision, the Western triumphalist society, a person capable of easily identifying with the vapid, deficient-mental consciousness of the age. Instead, the intuition of the cultural mutant apprehends the stirring of planetary values informing a new kind of consciousness.

While his or her society is reveling in its self-referential, solipsistic definition of success, the cultural mutant bemoans the decline of the authentic and agitates against the inequities and imbalances inherent in consensual reality and American culture trance; while this society smugly congratulates itself on its legacy of democratic ideals and its being the champion of liberty and freedom around the world, the cultural mutant is aghast at such hypocrisy, seeing instead a USA that, in spite of its lofty rhetoric, has exploited peoples, their resources, and the environment – either directly or through client entities – wherever it could.

The cultural mutant sees corporate capitalism, that – in the name of neo-liberal “free market” capitalism – has quietly and cunningly traded democratic values and the ideals of liberty for a rank materialism based on the almighty petro-dollar (a dollar now tied to the price of oil), whose supremacy is enforced via the entrenched militarism of over 750 US bases overseas.

Being “out of the loop,” the cultural mutant is none-the-less determined to inform fellow planetary citizens about the benefits of learning to be adept at applying an empowering skill. Mostly such a skill questions the presumptions invisibly inhering in deficient-mental thinking from a holistic, relational/participatory frame of consciousness.

The cultural mutant's critical inquiry into our shared social, economic and political system begins with the assumption that, in general, we are culturally and linguistically limited to, and/or by, the Cartesian spatio-temporal perspective in the mainstream of our thinking. The traditional way of learning – viz., getting to know the problem, devising a solution, and then implementing that solution – is representative of this “old-think.” (4) However, if we wish to transform ourselves while being immersed in that which we wish to know, then we must proceed by other means. Procedurally, the approach is to enter into a process that breaks down the identification with the Cartesian spatio-temporal worldview in order to land us in a new worldview that is relational-holistic in nature. Knowing how to see the dialectical relationship of reality is to situate oneself in an epistemology that holds that relationship between both the relational-holistic epistemology and the Cartesian spatio-temporal epistemology.

The details of how this process of breaking down identifications and opening to a transcending worldview cannot be written down in a few lines. But it can be approached by directly addressing mind, language, and culture, and it can also be addressed by focusing on experiential learning that involves arational, instinctual, and emotional ways of knowing.

Wittgenstein saw philosophy as something like therapy, a transformational exercise. I think Gregory Bateson, R.D. Laing, Derrida and others were also taking philosophy in directions of breaking down the frames of thinking that we ordinarily use in order to open up the mind to greater complexities of reality.

I believe that a process that holds on the one side to mind, language, and culture, and on the other side to enhancing the capacities for experiential knowing, offers a very powerful way toward change and transforming oneself.

I have observed that in the fashion of Cartesian spatio-temporal thinking, people look to change either by knowing more, or by abandoning knowing in a reactive fashion and resorting only to experience as a way to transform themselves. Thus you get an either/or split, either mind or experience. It seems hard for people to engage both/and, i.e., both mind and experience.

It is worth saying that any learning approach that asks people to let go of existing identifications and go into the unknown is asking a lot, as it asks people to tolerate confusion for a period while their psyches reorganize themselves. Fear and frustration certainly arise. On the other hand, I maintain that nature is pushing us all in that direction anyway. I believe that meeting the issue on a territory of one’s own choosing is preferable to having it pushed on you, particularly when you may be least prepared.

Learners of this new epistemological framing will likely feel moments of what transformative learning theorist Jack Mezirow (1975) calls a “disorienting dilemma,” or what Plato refers to in The Meno as “perplexity.” Such states signify that minds are in a process of change. This can be compared to a Zen master constantly telling an adept that he or she has not yet penetrated the koan; by so doing the master is attempting to destabilize the adept’s fixed way of thinking. The adept is expected to experience a kind of temporary psychosis, relax into the bigger mental container of not knowing what he or she previously held so dear, and then have a laugh. The difference between the before and after situations is that before the adept is identified with his or her knowledge. Afterwards, he or she is no longer identified with the knowledge, hence the feeling of freedom and relaxation.

The paradox is that the knowledge is even more available for the learner to use as he or she wishes; and yet the student is no longer a “prisoner” of the knowledge. We can look to systems thinking, to modern physics, to modern philosophy, to a hundred and one modern developmental processes that have nothing much to do with thought and a lot to do with experiential knowing – to shamanic wisdom, to esoteric teachings, to things that I may know through my own experiential knowing that I cannot relate to any formal teaching or learning situation with which I have been involved other than my own living, and so on.

So the real question is whether the effort to change the mind is about having a holistic way of thinking that projects out into the world, or is it to be thinking from within a holistic reality as a participant of that reality. The former is the kind of enlightenment practiced at my former institute (California Institute of Integral Studies) and, for example, by Ken Wilber-like thinkers. The latter is the kind of mentation that an indigenous person from an Amazonian tribe might experience after being familiarized with modernity. In a way, thinking holistically is like swimming in a sea of consciousness, observing patterns of relationship, and accumulating a wisdom of experiential knowing about how to function in this sea of consciousness.

The values and perspectives gained from such a consciousness provide a trenchant method for exposing an old-think-based-on-exploitation by a corpocracy (5)(or corporatocracy) whose sole aim has been to amass wealth and power, and that lulls ill-informed citizenry into complacency via rampant consumerism, out-of-control commodity fetishism, and social-control broadcasts by corporate media.

In fact, the message of the cultural mutant is that humanity needs to provide an opening for an alternative to the fascist powers of corporatism, militarism, and corrupt government; that opening requires a new epistemology of language – a non-Cartesian language that speaks from an inclusive both/and consciousness unbounded by the either/or dualism of mental/rational, Cartesian thinking.

By revisiting originary custom, then, humanity may re-discover values that it had discarded when it diverged onto the path of acculturation – e.g., egalitarianism and that earth-centered perspective expressed in today’s parlance as ecopsychology – values that are much-needed in the world today. Recovering something of what we have lost may lead us to what we can become(6). What we can become is a symbiotic function of how we frame our laguage and act from a relational/participatory frame of consciousness. What all of this means in terms of transformative institution-building is, first, envisioning and founding improved emancipatory and regulatory human systems, e.g., by giving impetus to a burgeoning field known as global governance(Glogov.org, n.d.), which may help regulate interdependent relations via a complex of formal and informal institutions, mechanisms, relationships, and processes between and among states, markets, citizens and organizations, both inter- and non-governmental. It is in this way that collective interests on the global plane are articulated, rights and obligations are established, and differences are mediated. The literature indicates that a niche for global governance is especially crucial to develop as the international system reshapes itself in the 21st century; and secondly, institutional transformation can be structurally nurtured by reconfiguring the idea of national sovereignty in accordance with what has been called “evolutionary idealism” (Litfin, 2001) or via a model of “disaggregated sovereignty” (Slaughter, 2004).

Citizens can rally governments for improved emancipatory and regulatory human systems, and a new form of sovereignty that moves beyond the outmoded concept of nationalism, with its cover of “national security” and its often-myopic “national interests.” Consequently, heretofore-marginalized cultural mutants learn to become citizens of the planet who can begin to have confidence in themselves; they do so as they gain a better familiarization with a new relational/participatory consciousness that they feel or intuit but have difficulty internalizing or clearly apprehending; they do so by drawing on and practicing wider epistemologies and integral values of the heart: the moral and spiritual dimensions of love, hope, compassion, imagination, intuition, aesthetic sensibility, and a deeply developed sense of empathy for each other, for all living things, and for all life-sustaining qualities of our environment – i.e., the wholeness of being.

From my perspective, a new, reinvigorated consciousness is the ideal fountainhead out of which truly citizen-centered global public policy, institutions, and institution-building can be born, nurtured, and maintained. From the stance of a worldview that embraces a more relational/participatory consciousness the avaricious consumerist/materialist, Cartesian frame-of-reference, e.g., the status quo values and agenda of a growing, global corpocracy would no longer be viable. (Hartmann, 2006; Hartmann, 2002; Drutman & Cray, 2004; Nader, 2004; Raskin, 2003; Edwards, 1995) The Cartesian frame might eventually be understood as simply a small, oft times deviant part of a much bigger frame that delights in wholeness, justness, fairness and a humanitas that is deeply rooted in the wisdom of nature and a worldview less identified to itself, more nuanced. That is, a holistic, integral worldview includes-yet-circumscribes the non-holistic, Cartesian frame as only a part within a more capacious frame of consciousness with a much higher order of complexity.

How to develop and articulate all of the above into an attractor basin for human consciousness that can be better apprehended and more easily accessed – and thus actually practiced and learned – is the goal of my research and life’s work.

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NOTES

(1) A converging ensemble of “information” fields of states of being/becoming, akin to David Bohm’s “quantum potential” (Bohm, 1952) or to Rupert Sheldrake’s “morphogenetic field” (Sheldrake, 2005).

(2) A frame wherein the consciousness knows itself to be inside and part of the total complex reality, related to all other parts, and knowing that all other parts are similarly inside and part of the complexity, and are related to other parts. Out of such a consciousness a person thinks and languages from this relational/participatory perspective (Berman, 2000; Abram, 1996, Clastres, 1989; Gebser, 1985; Bateson, 1972).

(3) Integral consciousness is described as aperspectival (vertex => crown of head) inward-relating in a space-free, time-free “inhalation,” characterized by presentiating in a diaphanous “rendering whole” in integral functioning of concretion-verition, emphasizing an acausal, integrated arationality of verition transparency, using openness and spirituality to apprehend an amaterial, apsychic reality of ego-freedom in a world-perceived mutivalence [pluralism] within a social system that is an integrum of feminine/masculine energies, infused by a praeligio of presentiating-concretizing-integrating. (Gebser, 1985, paraphrased from synoptic table appended thereto; the neologisms are Gebser’s.)

(4)“Old think” is used here as shorthand notation that expresses my own and others’ frustration with the status quo; its implication is only that holistic thinking is a better “wheelbarrow” for our thoughts. In fact, the holistic worldview accommodates the non-holistic, so-called Cartesian “old think” as a part of the whole of consciousness.

(5) De facto rule by mega-corporations in conjunction with international banking, corporate-owned media, and the enabling collusion of a militarist government and/or a network of such governments, comparable to the so -called military-industrial complex (Perkins, 2004, 2007; Johnson, 2000, 2004, 2007; Nader, 2004).

(6) (Megre, 2005)


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Thursday, August 23, 2007

CRUSADE AGAINST CREDIT CARD USURY

August 22, 2007

American Express
General Counsel’s Office
2900 Commerce Pkwy.
Miramar, FL 33025

Chase
Executive Office
Mail Code IL1-6215
2500 Westfield Dr.
Elgin, IL 60124

Re: MD Attorney General’s Office #MU-******
AmEx File #2007*****
Chase Business VISA Acct. #…7011

Dear American Express and Chase:

A contract is a meeting of the minds with reciprocal obligations. Yet it is becoming more and more apparent to consumers that they are getting the shaft.

I remember a time when a credit card company offered an interest rate, and that was that. Today, in these contracts of adhesion offered by American Express and Chase Card Services, you are unilaterally reserving the right to dramatically increase that interest rate – even, as in my case, in the absence of a default. Sadly, what is currently considered to be “customary in the industry,” i.e., “neither deceptive nor misleading,” has become a usurious game that, due to pressure from corporate lobbying, now has somehow managed to obtain an unjust-yet-lawful legitimacy. Despite what you arrogantly proclaim as legal, on a macro scale this fetishization of profit is creating grotesque inequalities.

My purpose in writing my Congressional representatives was not so much to question whether what you are doing is misleading or legal. Rather my intention was to see whether I might be able to prompt Congress to re-examine the nature and equity of credit card contracts in their present, less consumer-friendly incarnation. Unfortunately, those representatives that acted did so with an overwhelming regard to their legality – their sanction under the law – instead of examining the patent unfairness and unconscionability toward consumers. If these “default” interest rates cannot be controlled by the state usury laws, then at the very least these rates should be controlled as a matter of public policy.

As that hard-working consumer advocate, Ralph Nader, has written, “Year after year, the pseudo-contract squeeze intensifies and tips the balance of negotiating power even further in favor of sellers. The more these vendors get away with, the more they seek to get away with, until the consumer becomes a contractual serf.” (Nader, R., The Good Fight, p. 65, Harper Collins: New York, 2004) That Mr. Nader has never been able to rise to elective office or get appointed to an appropriate governmental position is reflective of the supremacy of the “corporate sovereign political economy” we have today.

Consequently, your stress on the letter (as opposed to the inherent inequities or spirit) of the contract, Ms. King – as with the logically argued, somewhat circumspect, and kindly-worded letter from you, Ms. Nino – are quite obviously all a consumer can expect from those tasked with defending a credit card lender these days.

Since this imbroglio began I have refrained from using either of your cards and am warning others about the financial bear traps that are set for consumers by American Express and Chase. I have already paid down my American Express account by $4,000 and I intend to pay off those balances remaining, that are propped-up by your grossly unjust interest rates, as soon as my scruffy financial position permits.

A day of reckoning is coming for big credit card lenders who put profits ahead of people. You could take a cue from the lending practices of The Grameen Bank as an example of what a more just lending institution can be. Your companies could learn a lot about helping people, via lending, to improve their positions in life instead of seeking to lock up a consumer in a tighter and tighter vise of debt.

I am copying my representatives once again, in hopes that they will shine the light of public scrutiny on your current credit card practices. I am also forwarding copies of my correspondence to the Customer Assistance Group at the Comptroller of the Currency and the Office of Bank Customer Affairs at the Federal Reserve System.

Very truly yours,

Jonathan D. Suss, Ph.D.

cc:

Sen. Benjamin L. Cardin
Tower 1, Suite 1710
100 S. Charles St.
Baltimore, MD 21201

Sen. Barbara A. Mikulski
Hart Senate Office Bldg.
Suite 503
Washington, DC 20510-2003

Rep. Albert R. Wynn
18401 Woodfield Rd., Suite D
Gaithersburg, MD 20879

Sen. Rona E. Kramer
Miller Senate Office Building, Rm. 214
11 Bladen St.
Annapolis, MD 21401

Del. Hermann L. Taylor, Jr.
House Office Bldg., Rm. 224
6 Bladen St.
Annapolis, MD 21401

Rebecca G. Bowman
Assistant Attorney General
200 St, Paul Pl.
Baltimore, MD 21202-2021

Comptroller of the Currency
Customer Assistance Group
1301 McKinney St., Suite 3450
Houston, TX 77010-9050

Office of Bank Customer Affairs
Federal Reserve System
Federal Deposit Insurance Corp.
Washington, DC 20429

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

PUSHING MY REPRESENTATIVE TOWARD THE IMPEACHMENT REMEDY

July 31, 2007

The Hon. Rep. Albert R. Wynn
2470 Rayburn House Office Building
Washington, DC 20515-2004

Re: YES to Bush/Cheney Impeachment

As your constituent, I implore you to pressure Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid to steer the Congress toward impeachment proceedings. For these Democratic leaders not to pursue the remedy of impeachment is a tacit admission by them that they accept as legitimate all of the president’s impeachable offenses and/or failures to act, e.g., falsifying reasons for this horrific misadventure in Iraq, feloniously spying on citizens, and impudently ignoring the will of the other branches of government.

Yesterday I sent the attached letter to the White House. In it, I state that I intend to help convince the House of Representatives to begin the impeachment process against both Bush and Cheney in order to protect the Constitution, now and in the future. For this purpose I submit this letter to you and direct your attention to the internet reading list below:


"Statement of Bruce Fein Before the Senate Judiciary Committee On Presidential Signing Statements," http://judiciary.senate.gov/testimony.cfm?id=1969&wit_id=5482 (June 27, 2006)

"Impeach Cheney," Bruce Fein, Slate.com, http://slate.com/id/2169292/ (June 27, 2007)

"Restrain this White House," Bruce Fein, http://www.washingtonmonthly.com/features/2006/0610.fein.html (October, 2006)

"In Praise of Impeachment: Pelosi may have put it ‘off the table,’ but it’s not her decision anyway," John Nichols, IN THESE TIMES http://www.inthesetimes.com/article/2937/in_praise_of_impeachment/ (Dec. 13, 2006)


Yours truly,

Jonathan D. Suss, J.D., Ph.D.

cc: Rep. Nancy Pelosi, Speaker of the House
Sen. Harry Reid, Senate Majority Leader

Monday, July 30, 2007

PUTTING THEM ON NOTICE

July 30, 2007

George W. Bush
c/o The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC

Re: Certificate Dishonoring the Memory of Fredric Thomas Suss, Sr.

Dear Current Occupier of the White House:

Enclosed herewith is one of seven certificates that was sent to the representative of my late father’s estate. This certificate is being returned to you because the Department of Veterans Affairs has reproduced your signature on this certificate, and I thought you might be interested to know about yet one more error that has been committed in your name – they have misspelled his name.

My father (see enclosed copy of his obituary) prosecuted the very Japanese soldiers stationed on Chichi Jima who would have been responsible for your own father’s death, had your father not been so singularly fortunate as to have been rescued after bailing from his aircraft during the (declared) War in the Pacific. Dishonoring my father in this way, whether it is intentional or not, is the final indignity I intend to suffer as an American citizen under your regime. In fact, I object to your name even being on the same document with that of my father’s, even if his name had been correctly spelled.

Your disservice to this country has been replete with much graver errors over the past seven years – whether it is falsifying reasons for this horrific misadventure in Iraq, feloniously spying on citizens, or impudently ignoring the will of the other branches of government. You, sir, are a mind-dwarfed menace to this country’s Constitution and an enemy of the Republic. Be it known that there is a growing consensus among the People that you should indeed be unceremoniously removed from office, along with your co-conspirator vice president.

Please be advised that there is a serious movement afoot to impeach you and your vice president. I and many others are working diligently to convince the House of Representatives to begin the impeachment process in order to protect the Constitution, now and in the future, from demagogues such as yourself and those around you, who are setting shameful precedents for the office of chief executive and giving free rein to a corpocracy that thrives via your malfeasance, or what can only be described as sheer ignorance.

Sincerely,

Jonathan D. Suss, J.D., Ph.D.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

CORPOCRACY’S DESIGNS STILL OFF THE RADAR SCREENS OF PUBLIC POLICY MAKERS

[NOTE: InformationClearinghouse.info REFUSED TO PUBLISH THIS ARTICLE]

Last December 16, I published an article on Information ClearingHouse.info (The Real Culprit: Corpocracy)(1). That article exhorted newly elected representatives in the U.S. Congress to use their mandate to begin seriously scrutinizing the activities of those Big Money Plutocrats known collectively as the corpocracy (rhymes with “hypocrisy”). This would include mega-corporations, corrupted government and military, international banking, and big media.

Seven months have passed since then, and the corpocracy appears to have remained invisible – effectively off the radar screen. Perhaps not surprisingly, politics remains “business-as-usual” because politics has been reduced to a horse race, i.e., the public is bombarded with info on how much (and sometimes whose) money is on which candidate. Mega-corporations have the money to give and the influence to buy via lobbyists, PACs, foundations, institutes, think-tanks, NGOs,…the list goes on and on. Tragically, the Teflon corpocracy endures – despite the widely available facts that have already come to light on corporate corruption.(2) Don’t underrate its resourcefulness, citizens, and how the corpocracy strategically uses big media as its propaganda machine!

At a recent conference in Washington, DC – Taking on the Giant Corporation – Ralph Nader came out swinging from his gadfly bully pulpit.(3) But I have yet to hear anything from Capitol Hill on the corpocracy’s corrupting influence. Most tellingly, few, if any, words emerge from the mouths of presidential candidates that implicate corpocracy’s designs as fueling our misadventure in Iraq; a corpocracy whose insatiable lust for positioning and profits in oil and other mineral riches in areas such as Iraq, Central Asia, the Amazon - in Sudan and other areas of Africa - is overwhelmingly driving our foreign policy. But don’t simply take my word for it, read, e.g., Chalmers Johnson’s trilogy (4) , or former economic hit man John Perkins’ latest book on the American Empire.(5)

At home, corpocracy’s agribusinesses and factory farms have been destroying the health of American citizens. Still, in every “health care program” offered by candidates, no one considers the root of the problem; no one seems to think it important enough to premise his or her program upon a complete re-evaluation and overhaul of how corporations have ruined the nutrient value of food and have contributed to an epidemic of diseases, e.g., obesity, cardiovascular problems, diabetes. Agribusinesses and factory farms, with a cow-towing US Department of Agriculture and FDA, ever-push synthetic engineering to destroy the nutrient value of crops and the sustainability of the farmland on which they are grown, keeping farmers co-opted, overly processing food crops, and subordinating real farmers and real food to food processors, suppliers, and shippers – ultimately destroying people’s health while funneling profits back to corporate coffers. But don’t simply take my word for it, read, e.g., The Omnivore’s Dilemma(6) and get some facts for yourself.

And so, before debating military commitments vs. pullouts in Iraq, and before devising ways to provide health insurance by a frontal assault on insurance and pharmaceutical companies – may I again suggest looking first at the often subtle, sometimes brazen designs of corpocracy – look behind and beyond the simulacra fed by corporate-owned, big media – get out of your comfortable, solipsistic bubble, stand up, and speak out – organize, act up – resist becoming a complacent, ill-informed consumeroid, programmed to participate as an unwitting puppet on the strings of corpocracy’s dance dualismo – Republican/Democrat, conservative/liberal, capitalist/socialist, right wing/left wing, industrialist/environmentalist – i.e., the nonsensical notion of, “if you’re not one, you must be the other”; it is debate-by-labeling, rather than by substantively, dialectically exchanging ideas so as to search for just where the truth is rooted.

As long as we just keep sniping at one another, the citizen movement falters and stalls. In its place, what Nader calls the “corporate sovereign political economy” will continue to reign supreme over our public policy makers – over their ideas for education, social justice, the environment, jobs, unions, wages, and even clean water – before they are even out-of-the-gate all of the so-called issues become subject to erosion by the powers of corpocracy. And now, as China, India and other states industrialize ever more – following the USA’s corporatist model in order to “compete” (while lusting after the very things that oppress them) – the problem of corpocracy now has many, many fronts globally.

Beware the laser-like focus of the commercial interests and their capacity to transfix the consensual reality of our representatives into a culture trance run amok!



(1) http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article15924.htm

(2) See, e.g., http://www.ratical.com/corporations/; http://www.bapd.org/kcolon-1.html; http://www.thenation.com/special/2006_entertainment.pdf; http://www.corporatepredators.org/top100.html#Annotated

(3) http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=9185122577177790396&hl=en (Amy Goodman interviews Ralph Nader)

(4) Blowback (2000); Sorrows of Empire (2002); Nemesis (2004)

(5) The Secret History of the American Empire: Economic hit Men, Jackals, and the Truth About Global Corruption (2007)

(6) Michael Pollan (2006)



The author is a marginalized cultural mutant whose work can be accessed from various netpoints:

http://www.academici.net/userprofile.php?u=sussjd

http://proquest.umi.com/pqdlink?did=1232404961&Fmt=7&clientI%20d=79356&RQT=309&VName=PQD&cfc=1

Interactivist Info Exchange: http://info.interactivist.net/

Information ClearingHouse.info: http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article16055.htm

MUTANT VS. STATUS QUO EXCHANGE



















[An email exchange between Paul, a status quo representative, and a marginalized cultural mutant, Jack (me); based on the AntiSickoArticle that he had sent me (“Sicko” being Michael Moore’s latest effort - his assault on the US health care industry)].

Dear Cultural Mutant,

You will soon receive a newspaper article that contradicts at least one aspect of your corporation - America - Occidental - Homo sapiens culture trance crusade. Please read before mocking the source. Please reflect before ridicule and rejection. No "echhhing". You just can't be dismissive of this.

Jack, your monograph (The Plight of the Cultural Mutant) and the accompanying poem, contain the expected provocation yet are somewhat alarming. Your conclusion in the last paragraph is certainly true, and many examples of this insight are used by Hitchens as an argument to support atheism. But it is more correct, as you say, that it is religion and not necessarily the existence of God that has caused centuries of human trauma. His latest book is on this very subject.

You ended the poem in the past tense. Not good. Is this social agitation or a depression of sorts? If it is the latter, then I am sure it will pass.

Paul



Dear Unrepentant WhiteMan,

As for the article, this is typical reactionary stuff, albeit from an educated mind. I say "typical" for a number of reasons:

1. in true mental-rational form, Offit first sets up his dualism (Michael Moore's negative depiction of pharmaceutical companies vs. "the truth" or "the facts" about pharmaceutical companies); by slamming the movie depiction, then presenting his heroic depiction, the readers are left with an "either/or choice," which is a false dichotomy

2. Offit then tries to mask his deficient mental tracks by posing "issue questions" designed to give the impression that there is a "third way"; and yet the real effect of these questions is to eliminate from readers' minds - in case there is any remaining doubt - that Moore is biased and unreasonable while Offit is the sensible, logical person truly interested in making things better for people

3. he is loaded with premises: that we are all-accepting of allopathic medicine; that medicines/vaccines are "good"; that saving children is so noble a cause that it is not necessary to ask such things as - should we consider what quality of life these saved kids will need to endure while being kept alive and who are the players who contribute to their poor quality of life? how much do these miracle vaccines cost, exactly who pays for them, and who decides who gets them? should we be concerned about side-effects from vaccines?

Next, he peppers his article with sympathy devices: saving children, a woman doctor reduced to tears, another researcher who might never have created nine vaccines if not for the free market, profit-driven pharmaceutical company that could provide what no one else could. The result: whoever is against saving children and pioneering scientists and the companies that fund them must be some sort of perverted Luddite sadist. (This is the same false dichotomy that scuttles any debate about the underlying causes of that blowback called "9-11.")

Also note: in that old chauvinist/paternalistic sleight of hand, Offit mentions the "developing world" and rattles off a list of third world countries - WE of course are the DEVELOPED (viz., "civilized") world. It is of course our holy grail mission to cure the maladies that our psychotic Western culture has helped to create after colonizing and destroying the lifeways of many indigenous societies worldwide and the environments upon which they had depended for countless generations, infecting them with our own peculiar vices and lusts, not the least of which is its science-that-is-ecologically-unsound more-often-than-not (e.g., burning fossil or nuclear fuels to produce electricity in order to energize its many gadgets). Note: In his ideological rush, Offit completely ignores the whole body of literature out there on the dangerous side effects of vaccines - autism, Gulf War Syndrome, et al.

Finally, Offit's credentials (which obviously impressed you when you Googled him) set him up on that white-coated pedestal. He is of course some brilliant do-gooder doctor - "How could someone of his accomplishments and learning be wrong or have the wrong idea about Moore?" readers are left pondering. In fact, he's a company man - a man produced by the medical establishment, financed and made comfortable by the entire consensual reality/culture trance model that he so brazenly buys into. And he's a hero to all of the pharmaceutical interests for writing this piece, not to mention the investors that line up like lemmings to buy the corporate media newspaper in which it appears.

In short, this authority figure assures the status quo that they can rest easy in what it is that they hold dear and that what they believe is "true." And yet they read only for confirmation of their "truth," selectively screening out all that does not fit that out-dated, failed consciousness; assiduously avoiding critical analysis and inquiry - grasping for other ideologues who can feed them via mammon media.

Comprende?

Jack

Cultural Mutant and Proud To Be



Jack,

No. Non capisco. Actually I meant for you to Google Hillman (see article) not Offit. I of course do not agree with your response, but I do thank you for giving it the due diligence I had hoped for. By the way, I may be a White man, but I am not "unrepentant" because I have nothing, in regard to the present topic anyway, to be penitent about. If it's White guilt that animates you, join the racial castrati club.

I am at a complete loss as to how you are able to dismember every aspect of that article. This is not your usual rodomontade. The quality and quantity of your contempt for all things American lies so far outside the curve that it damages your credibility. Was there nothing mentioned in the Offit piece that you could be proud of? American capitalism and principles have helped more people than any other society in the history of the world. That is a truism.

Paul





Paul,



Hillman, Offit, et al.

"WhiteMan" as in R. Crumb's version.

Glad to know you are sin-free!

...And so counter-gelding!

As for the rest,

I guess a Reagan Republican

Could never "get it"

All this to say -

As you can barely tolerate my ideas

I too have trouble recognizing

Who you are

And once again

A strong critique

Means I trash all

That you hold so dear



Jack





Jack,

I don't walk away from strong critique. I respect, and at times, agree with your point of view. But what kind of an "idea" is this?: "...should we consider what quality of life these saved kids will need to endure while being kept alive..." These kids are not on life support, we are talking about a vaccine.



Your guy - "Ich bin ein Berliner."

My guy - "Tear down this wall." And they did.



I'm sorry you always take things so personally. This correspondence got a bit corrosive. It was not my intention. Let's get back to a more convivial exchange.

Paul



Paul,

I didn't say you "walk away" from strong critique. I said that your reaction is always to put me on the opposite end of the dualist spectrum - you interpret my strong critique of a piece of newspaper propaganda as trashing all of "capitalism and [American] principles." And here, you do it again - if your "guy" is Reagan, then my guy must be "Kennedy." My "guy" is the underdog - whomever that might be.

You have never been to a third world country. You have no experience of that or an inkling of all of the insidious workings of the USA abroad over the past 50+ years in particular. You could research and investigate it but you choose not to. Instead, you prefer the comfort of your American myths and living in this upper middle class psychic mirror world. Vaccines for so-called under-developed or developing countries are like keeping kids alive so they can live like American Indians on global reservations; let's pay them shit wages too to live miserable lives working in sweat shops so we can have cheap clothes back home. Certainly there is a place for allopathic medical intervention - but please look at the bigger picture!

You can put your faith in techno-science and the status quo. I'd rather believe in human dignity and true democracy for all. That piece of shit editorial from the Wall Street Journal represents everything I detest about this trance dance we do every day... (See, Howl Reborn http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article16055.htm )

Jack



Jack,

Basta. I surrender.

Paul



Paul,

Let the author surrender - his reasoning is sacrificed to the context in which he deploys it.

Thanks for engaging my thoughts on this,

Jack



Jack,

The circle is complete. What you have lusted for is now oppressing you. You have become the elitist you hate.

Paul



Paul,

What have I lusted for? - the ability to see through the false consciousness of others? If that's an elitist, and I'm being oppressed by my own folly, then the supposed purity of your own insight is your own undoing.

Jack

Sunday, July 1, 2007

THE PLIGHT OF THE CULTURAL MUTANT

The cultural mutant somehow missed out on being or becoming a part of the new American dream: the techno-modernist vision, the Western triumphalist society, a person capable of easily identifying with the vapid, deficient-mental consciousness of the age.

While his or her society is reveling in its self-referent, solipsistic definition of success, the cultural mutant bemoans the decline of the authentic and agitates against the inequities and imbalances inherent in consensual reality and a culture trance run amok;

while this society smugly congratulates itself on its legacy of democratic ideals and its being the champion of liberty and freedom around the world, the cultural mutant recoils in horror at such hypocrisy, seeing instead a USA that, in spite of itself, has exploited peoples, their resources, and the environment – either directly or through client entities – wherever it could.
The cultural mutant sees a corpocracy (rhymes with “hypocrisy”; also see corporatocracy), that – in the name of free market capitalism – has quietly and cunningly traded democratic values and the ideals of liberty for a rank materialism based on the almighty petro-dollar (a dollar now tied to the price of oil), whose supremacy is enforced via the militarism of over 400 US bases overseas.

Being “out of the loop,” the cultural mutant is none-the-less determined to inform fellow, planetary citizens about the benefits of learning to be adept at applying an empowering skill from a holistic, relational/participatory consciousness;

the values and perspectives gained from such a consciousness provide a trenchant method for exposing this old-think-based-on-exploitation by a corpocracy whose sole aim has been to amass wealth and power, and that lulls ill-informed citizenry into complacency via rampant consumerism and out-of-control commodity fetishism.
In fact, the message of the cultural mutant is that humanity needs to dismantle the fascist powers of corporatism, militarism, and corrupt government.

Alternatively, citizens can rally for improved emancipatory and regulatory human systems, and a new form of sovereignty that moves beyond the outmoded concept of nationalism, with its cover of “national security” and its often myopic “national interests.”

Consequently, citizens of the planet need to resist these fascist forces of corpocracy as much as they need to be fighting the fascism foisted on them in the name of religion (viz., profane interpretations of Islam, Judaism, Christianity, etc.), as we recall the words of Krishnamurti:

When you call yourself an Indian or a Muslim or a Christian or a European, or anything else, you are being violent. Do you see why it is violent? Because you are separating yourself from the rest of mankind. When you separate yourself by belief, by nationality, by tradition, it breeds violence. So a man who is seeking to understand violence does not belong to any country, to any religion, to any political party or partial system; he is concerned with the total understanding of mankind. --Freedom from the Known, pp. 51-52
Colesville, MD/ June 30, 2007

Monday, February 12, 2007

LUNCH IN PONTITUNIA

Approaching this Pacific island nation from the air, one is immediately struck by its obvious similarity to Venice. Yes, I gazed out the window of the aircraft to behold a land below crisscrossed by canals. And the gondoliers, bumper-to-bumper, were like matchstick men battling it out with their long poles.

“Strange indeed,” thought I. Yet stranger things awaited me upon my arrival.

You see, in Pontitunia, there is no particular point to living. Each day is just another big jostle amid the hustle and bustle of everyday life. In this way it is much like Italian culture. In fact, some say that the island’s king – the Pontiff – shipwrecked here long ago trying to find his way back to Italy and decided to stay. His progeny would populate the island to its bursting point, until the canals were finally needed just as the land – to live in – if you call that kind of life “living.”

The islanders went through stages in their development. For many years they went about on odd contraptions called pontoons (thus, the origin of their name). And for a while they manufactured Pontiacs. But, by and by, they struck upon the idea of recreating a Venetian (or some would say “Venusian”) sort of land of canals and gondolas, as it appears today.

Soon I had the opportunity of touring this place of big mustachioed men in their brightly striped shirts. Our tour guide, Pontius Pilate, showed us around, occasionally bopping one or two of these fellows on the head as he glided us about like a pro. He told us that they needed an occasional poke, as the most common preoccupation of the people here was a kind of contemplation they called “pondering.” It was commonly done by letting one’s mind wander while floating aimlessly on what the locals refer to as “ponds” (but which really are canals). It seemed ironic that the place had canals at all – usually we think of Mars has having canals.

Anyway, after the tour I crossed the Ponte Vechionia looking for a good hotel. I was looking forward to having a delicious lunch. Their specialty here was a fricasseed tuna. The air was lovely. It was early Spring. Along the street were flower boxes – overflowing with, what else? – portulacas.

My lunch turned out to be every bit as delicious as I had imagined it would be. Yes, this was a trip of a lifetime. I had always fantasized about flying to Pontitunia for lunch. Now I had to hurry back to the airstrip for my flight home.

While I waited in the airline ticket line to get my boring pass back to Normativia, there was a buzz in the air. Apparently an even greater invention was about to be released – unparalleled since the discovery of the Pontiac. Someone on the island was perfecting a new music device called an ipod. I couldn’t imagine what this could be.

Ah me! What a crazy day it had been on this fantasy island! But rather than go on, I must punt – you’ll just have to come here yourself someday.

And then, with that thought lingering on my mind, I fell into a deep sleep.

Colesville, MD

Monday, January 22, 2007

FIVE YEARS AGO

Palm fronds hung in the wind, waving with that carefree motion of the tropics. I pulled my old Caddy at a slow creep along the tree-lined boulevard. What a day to be alive under that big Florida sun - sunglasses on, windows rolled down, and a cooler filled with cold Dixie beer on the passenger's side floor.

A few more blocks and I'd be in the driveway of ol' Lindy Lu. Lawd, I can't wait to see Lindy. She was once the most darling darling of my darlings - and she loved me too! Yes, we had some wild and wonderful times, and, with any luck, we'd have a good ol' time this weekend.

It must have been five years since I last saw her - it seemed more like a thousand! She was a good woman, and I was a fool for ever leaving her. But that was then. Maybe we can make up for lost time - maybe, if she has half a mind to. Chances are she's seeing some other chump and won't have time for her old flame. After all, it was five years ago.

There's her street - Floral Lane - I even love the name of her street. Lindy Lu on Floral Lane - too much! Why did I ever leave Miss Lindy? I guess that old saying is right: Men screw up their lives in a thousand ways.

Well, it all looks about the same. Yep, there's those neat little grey and pink bungalows with their carports and nicely kept gardens. Oh...that's why they call it Floral Lane...I guess maybe you're supposed to be a gardener to live here. That's right! Lindy always was messing with some little garden all the time - I forgot.

She was a mere 26 when I first met her, and what a beauty! Slender and petite, Lindy had a fresh, pure fragrance about her. How her hair shined - I remember that shine the most - shoulder-length auburn hair with that languid, sexy bounce. And those eyes! When Lindy looked at me with those cool green eyes I could never tell a lie...except for that one time anyway. She was fine. So warm...so full of life. Daggone! Maybe I still love her!

There's the house - 4504. My Gawd - it looks exactly the same! I'm sure glad I called. I wonder what she's wearing. Hope she hasn't turned into some kind of pig-sucking hagfish! No, not Lindy - it's not like her to let herself go. Besides, as soon as she got over the initial shock of my call, she didn't hesitate a bit when I said I was in town and wanted to come out to the house to visit - a sure sign she's no porker!

I stopped at the curb, right out front. The Caddy sure looked good, all shined chrome and gleaming red paint. I couldn't help admiring it as I got out and headed across the lawn to her door. Here I was, small bouquet of hyacinths in hand, standing at the door again after all these years. I felt like I was in a video or something - the door seemed to kind of jump at my face, this way and that, that yellow door with the blue trim was gonna open any second now, and there she would be - framed like a picture in the doorway.

I knocked. Not a sound. I gave it another knock. Still nothing. What is this? We said 3:00 PM Thursday, and hey, it's Thursday and it's 10 minutes after 3:00. I looked in the front window. It looked dead. Maybe she's around back. I pushed my way around her shrubbery, a kind of tumbling mess of thick-leaved jungle plants, and as I approached the back corner of the house I thought I heard something - a giggle?

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," I joked - but a dread shot through me as I saw Lindy in her pool with her arms around some broad.

She shrieked, "Johnny, Johnny, is it really you? Look at you." "Oh. You brought me flowers. Johnny," she bleated, pulling herself out of the pool and running at me smiling. Damn, she looked even better than I remembered.

"Give me a hug, you nutty chick!" I said, as we groped for each other.

"Five years, Johnny, it's been five years - and you're still a hunk. Come here lover boy," she teased, messing up my hair.

Yeah, I know, five years - it feels kind of funny, doesn't it?" I said, still feeling my initial dread.

"Come over here, ya big galoot, I want you to meet Virginia," she gloated. Virginia looked my way and gave me a half-sexy nod. "Virginia's my girlfriend," said Lindy, matter-of-factly. Actually, I thought, she could have dome worse. Virginia was a knock-out. "Come on, join us in the pool," pouted Lindy, as Virginia chimed in, "Yeah, Johnny, join us in the pool!" What could I do?...I joined them in the pool.

Ol' Lindy Lu, a lesbian? Heart sinking, I stripped and climbed down the ladder in my black jockey briefs. The cool water broke over my face. I paddled over to them. "So, what happened, Lindy, did you lose your fondness for men?" I ventured.

"Why no, hon," she laughed, "whatever makes you say a silly thing like that?" Virginia was looking askance, palming the water, being invisible.

"Aw shucks - tie me to an ant hill and stuff my ears fulla jam - what's a guy supposed to think when a gal introduces him to her 'girlfriend.'? Now tell me."

"Well, Johnny, it's no secret. Yes, we're lovers," she said. Virginia smiled at the water but then jerked her head to catch me before I could turn away. She grinned demurely at my supposed embarrassment. Lindy put her hand on Virginia's chin and gave her mouth a little squeeze. Both girls giggled. "Johnny, sure, we have lots of fun together. We're very close friends. Of course that doesn't mean we hate men, does it now Gin?" taunted Lindy.

"Is that some kind of lame attempt to tease me?" I countered, "Y'all aren't flirting with me, now are you?"

Virginia had been eyeing me from her prone position on the underwater steps. Now she was wading through the water, seductively inching her way closer. She brushed Lindy, giving her a loving caress. Still looking at me she said, "Our flirting with you wouldn't make you nervous, would it Johnny boy?" My expression must have said everything. "I'd do her," I thought. She was now in front of me, her warm, blond breath on my face.

From the corner of my eye I could see Lindy. Either she was amused or getting turned on. Just then I felt Virginia's hand gently rub my crotch as she smiled, smugly, into my eyes. "Now hold on, hold everything...," I started to say..."Now Johnny, Ginny just wants to be friendly," Lindy put in as she swept over to us, "Don't you like Ginny?"

"Sure," I creaked - as 'Ginny' palmed my beanos and rubbed her now naked breasts on my chest.

"Ooh, I like you, Johnny. I want you," she oozed into my ear. By now Lindy's hot tongue was looking for mine.

The banana trees sheltered us as our little sexscapade gained momentum. Here I was - it was every guy's fantasy - fulfilled - two nasty, hungry mouths - consuming me - two kittens with no inhibitions; gaping love bunnies, spreading, tightening, sighing - quivers and spasms shooting pleasure through us. For an hour we must have nibbled and whomped, kisses flowing, our menage de trois a lust fountain - nothing but raw animalismo. I loved Lindy again like I never gave her up. It seemed even better than before. And Virginia could do tricks - the most erotic tricks this boy had ever seen. Great googley moogley,I was pumped to a frenzy.

Finally...things wound down. Lindy went in and brought us some vodka martinis in a tall shaker. Dusk was slowly coming on.

"Mind if I use the phone?" I asked.

"Sure. It's where it's always been," said Lindy, "Go ahead." I dragged my raggedy behind inside. The place looked just the way I remembered it - Florida seedy, but kinda charming. Now, to call my man.

I dialed the number, still reeling from the wanking those chicks laid on me. "Larry, how ya doin'? Yeah. You gotta check this place out. I need some help here. What? No, not yet. But I will. I'll try to wait until you get here. And oh - be prepared to meet some wild women. The address? - 4504 FloralLane. Yeah, just around the corner. What? Don't worry - you're man enough. Yeah, OK. Goodbye." I hung up feeling a little better Larry was coming. We had agreed I'd tell her. Maybe I was feeling a little queasy about it. After all, I wasn't the type to kiss and tell - I wasn't that type at all. But it sounded like Larry was wimping a little. I hate it when he gets in those moods. Oh well...back to the front lines.

Virginia was coming in the sliding doors as I was coming out. With a picture-perfect smile she touched me all over as we passed. "I wanna fuck you again," she whispered, "So does Lindy." With that, she slid into the house, leaving me with a shit-eating grin on my face. Lindy was sitting in a chaise lounge when I came out and joined her.

"Gee, I thought we'd never be alone, Miss Lindy Lu. I can't wait to talk a little. After five years...you know...lots has happened," I stammered, trying to get going.

"Oh, I invited a friend of mine over," I said clumsily, "I hope you don't mind."

"Johnny," she said,"any friend of yours is fine with me."

"Great," I said. She was a good woman, no doubt about it. "Listen, I got to know...you don't have any hard feelings or anything because of, you know, the way I broke it off with you so long ago, when I told you about that other gal?"

She gave me a stern kind of look. "You idiot," I heard her say,"I'll always be here for you. Oh, it was hard, five years ago. Poor me. My aching heart wouldn't mend for so long it seemed" - her eyes welled up with tears - "but I...wasn't really mad at you or bitter. I was just pissed at myself, I guess." Geez, what a woman!

"You're something, you know?" I brushed back her hair and held my palm against her cheek. Those green eyes, wet with tears, gazed lovingly at mine. "You know, I could never tell a lie to those green eyes of yours," I said,"but just once...toward the end...I lied when..."

"Lindy, there's some other guy here," yelled Virginia.

"Send him out back," she hollered back.

In waltzed Larry. Virginia stood next to him. "Y'all, meet Larry, my old boyfriend, Larry."

Lindy now had the missing piece, the lie from five years ago.

September 2-3, 1993 (Updated 1/22/07)

Friday, January 19, 2007

CHANGING LAMENT

The howls of children playing in the narrow streets floated into the room like echoes from this own youth. He knew that the vigor of the day, now ebbing into twilight, found new life extension in those small bodies bristling with a timeless energy that knew no bounds. How well he could remember the vitality of those tender years that refused to let a darkening sky cut short the play and fun; when games went faster, trying to cheat the falling night and stay some precious minutes more while mothers called and called.

The aged Don Pietro got up from his heavily-cushioned chair. His home was dark, except for a small glowing fire and he placed another log onto the red embers there in the fireplace. So accustomed was he to the arrangement of furniture, he needed no light at night to move about. Besides, using electricity meant more bills. He did without unnecessary expense even though he had lots of money. A main comfort to him in his old age was seeing how well he could conserve what he had, to keep from the bill collectors what rightfully belonged to him. It was like a game, an old people's game. That's why he had a fire burning - he heated his tiny place with his daily fires well into December, wearing sweaters and sleeping under three old army blankets at night.

But Don Pietro loved to sit before the fire, to feel its warmth on his legs and to meditate on the flames. And he was not one to brag about how much he conserved by not using his lights or to caution a visitor against the expense. That was not his style at all. Rather, his visitors were treated lavishly, always. He kept a well-stocked pantry for such special occasions and in the corner was a neat and orderly bar which he stocked with only the very best liquor and a few of his favorite red wines. Once, sometimes twice during holidays, a boy came by with groceries, firewood and whatever else the old gentleman might need. he had come to cherish the peace and solitude of his old age.

Yes, now a widower who had outlived even his three children, he was content in these last years living as he did. Still an able cook who enjoyed preparing good food, Don Pietro ate sparingly, usually just some breakfast and some dinner in the late afternoon. He bathed each day around dawn and dressed in a suit, often tweed in the colder months, and a silk necktie. He looked dapper in his simple elegance. And his clothes hung trimly on his tall, handsome frame.

Each morning he went for a stroll after his breakfast. He lived to feel the early morning sun on his face, to hear the rustling wind in the tall trees, to give his hearty salutes to those he met along the way. This, he thought, was the world as God meant it to be and he felt blessed by a special wholeness of life he had not felt since his boyhood days in Barcelona.

Those who knew him revered Don Pietro and his gentle, kind manner. The bones of his face seemed sculpted. It was a face tempered by time, without looseness, retaining character. He had a stoic quality that made his full head of white hair seem like it belonged there, just as a lion's mane must have its place. In his slow and deliberate stride he brought a sense of secure changelessness to those who saw him on his daily rounds.

But change was coming to this tiny island. change had been creeping into the lives of these Italian islanders since the early '70s when the United States Navy first established a small base to support its nuclear submarines. And Don Pietro had profited handsomely from the presence of the U.S. military. They needed housing. Don Pietro began negotiations with them at once, ultimately selling off an entire hilltop extending inland for perhaps two miles from one beach up and over the hill to another beach, all of which comprised a respectable chunk of island property. Soon a road was built that looped around the hilltop. Along here many homes sprang up, all of which enjoyed a panoramic view of the coastline and the deep blue of the Mediterranean Sea below.

Before long, corn flakes had appeared on the grocery store shelves and shop signs in English beckoned for the Yankee dollar. Meanwhile, the native islanders, Don Pietro among them, took it all in good humor. Like Europeans everywhere and the whole world really, since the post-war years of the 1950s, they all knew that America had the money, the science and technology, the pop culture that seduced. Since the war years, wave upon wave of generations saw America as the embodiment of the modern world. The United States reigned supreme in its preoccupation with bigness, its manufacture of fantasy and garish plenitude. Accordingly, its over-sized cars started to show up on the streets of the island. Don Pietro noticed the Italian men stare with wonder at them when they first confronted these wide-bodied Chevys and streamlined Fords suddenly creaturing their roads. And he noticed too when this amazement soon receded to a kind of respectful awe as the cars became more and more commonplace. But when the young people of both sexes saw their cars, their American clothes and gadgets, their big-framed features, the world on their island was forever changed. In as much as it seemed like a change aiming outside the orbit of the island's forefathers (Garibaldi among them), Don Pietro felt sad, not quite forsaken, but sad.

Yet for Don Pietro and those of his generation who came into their prime before the Second World War, innovations bringing change remained for them only curiosities which livened up their old routines. The traditions they followed were the traditions of their father before them. Especially here in Italy, where family bonds were so strong and an open heart was cherished as the highest, most noble of attributes, this new technology was all fluff, window dressing. Don Pietro's generation had matured with the old values intact, more or less. They sought the simple comforts of the family, content with securing the kind of life they had always known - a life that had almost always brought them contentment. And the wisdom of the years brought with it that growing awareness of God working in their lives. Their lives reaching such a state, they felt no yearning to move beyond its treasured simplicity.

With a sigh, Don Pietro set out for Caroline's villa, one of two old estates located on the extreme top of the hill which were excepted from the old Navy land purchase. He had retained one villa as a country retreat for himself and the other he had sold to Caroline long before the Navy had arrived. Caroline lived far away now, only using the now-decrepit villa in the summertime. She was in her 70s, somewhat younger than Don Pietro, but like him her roots were foreign - French. they were old friends and Don Pietro was the informal caretaker of her place in the off season. Every other Thursday he drove to her villa to make sure everything was all right, sometimes checking on his place too while he was there.

His old Peugeot bumped along the long dirt drive and came to a stop at the end. getting out, Don Pietro made his way down the garden path to Caroline's villa. There it stood, seemingly impervious to the ravages of time, its single tower rising up from the dark foliage. Don Pietro could see the whiteness of the walls fading, and that the red, Spanish tile roof needed attention. Yet the villa had signs of having once been touched by love, though a love now long neglected. He knew that the place had become too much for her to care for as she advanced in years and Don Pietro gladly accepted the job of conservator and the protector of this property which he too loved.

On this visit, Don Pietro studied the villa's exterior with a dreamy detachment. Where once the villa had stood as a sturdy landmark of a dream realized, it now took on a new character. Don Pietro reflected that as the navy homes were built nearby and the other changes were wrought in the landscape, so had their lives changed. The villa had become a reminder of times past, a relic which must now have become more of an expense for Caroline than an enjoyment. Still, she struggled along with it, just as he did, because these villas were part of their life blood and they would never abandon them.

So on this particular Thursday, Don Pietro, inexplicably moved by a certain nostalgia, decided to do something he rarely did - he would go inside her villa fro a quick look around. He turned the key in the lock and stepped inside. The walls were decorated with a few of Caroline's oil paintings - local scenes of scrub and rocks and sea. Signs of life from an earlier generation were evident here and there: a shelf of dated books, some with French titles; in the closets a stack of sturdy old wool blankets were neatly folded; the kitchen had an odd assortment of archaic kitchen gadgets and the cabinet was filled with delicate and finely-painted, mismatched plates. Don Pietro smiled to himself as he inventoried Caroline's things, remembering the pleasant company and conversation of days past which he had enjoyed within these walls.

Soon locking up, Don Pietro found himself in the late afternoon sun on the villa's stone porch. That porch was built for marvelling at the immense view below. With the sun on his neck and a gentle wind wisping at his face, Don Pietro collected himself to seize the moment - to observe and to continue reflecting and dreaming. Through the tree branches he looked down the hill, over the new, red Spanish tile roofs. Down below, the sea jutted inland forming a small, rock-strewn bay. Close-cropped bushes and dwarf trees clung to the rocky hill faces. A rough, rocky spit of land embraced the upper side of the bay. Closer in, on the left, overlooking the bay was a promontory of rocks which were squared-off, piled, almost pieced together. Back beyond the spit was more water. But way off to the left, the horizon of sea was broken. Following the waters that fed the bay were tiny islands and behind them, in the mist, towered another mighty island - Corsica.

Don Pietro gazed out upon the sea. the sky was clouding up now and it was getting very cool. Another winter was setting in. He felt both the joy and the weariness of his eighty-odd years. A thought struck him just then...although things around him had changed, a certain changelessness remained as the world churned on season after season. In the soft glow of the afternoon, on the point of a hill, under an ageless Italian sky, as wind and water kissed the coastal rocks below, Don Pietro tenderly contemplated on this thought. As he did so, a philosophical air swept up his spirit and brought him comfort; he understood that the rambling emotions, under pressure from the ambitions and tempered by knowledge of a divine presence among us, destine us to become part of the patterned design of an asymmetrical repetition - of themes and myths and a collective unconscious that knows desire yet feels the pull of non-desire - a balance of forces, of beingness sometimes touched by madness yet built upon reason, brought together somehow to further the ends of that most noble aspect of humanity - its Oversoul.

Here. Now. Don Pietro touched his past. He saw the future, while both were fused at this moment into an all-embracing present.

Feeling no sadness, the old gentleman strolled back to his car, content and thinking only of sitting by this evening's fire.

November 11, 1993/ Isola Maddalena, Italy