Day 21 of my Boycott of TSA and the Airlines

I know I can be naïve and stubborn, usually simultaneously, but it’s still astounding to me how I’ve looked over the obvious for so long. My grief is that I’ve been until now deluding myself that what we are up against is actually war.  Or rather, our permanent war economy.

What we need is a war on war!  Right.

My beef with TSA and The List, the Department of Homeland Security, the Patriot Act-I thought I was already in deep and I’d barely scratched the surface.

It’s about the military industrial complex we are all complicit in creating–what an elaborate cycle of self-deception we can manage.

Violence is entertainment is news is life.

That’s never been me though.  I was an avid avoider.   How close it had to come to me before I was willing even to really open my eyes, veil off.   We have killed 6 million people in 40 years of war with the “3rd World”.  Keeping the impact on Americans minimal and manipulating intelligence has done just what was planned-kept most of us in the dark.  This has been going on forever, the only thing that’s really changed now is the Internet and this massive social push toward transparency in power.  Will it be enough?

Look at all that must be taken back—our media, our government, our rights, even our survival.  There are some significant rays of hope shining through all the doom and gloom.  What most stands out are the all the individuals who used their better judgment against power abuse, bad policy, needless suffering and violence.

The number of whistleblowers able to reach an audience now is powerful.  They all need our support because we know what’s really going on here.  How long are we going to wait?  Until they pull their guns on us?

What’s so hard to admit is that I didn’t want to believe it for so long, and it worked to so easily distract me from the obvious.  The “SSSS” on the boarding card?

I ignored it even after a passenger sitting next to me pointed it out, “Oh, you’re on the The List,” he said with a head bob, in a very off-handed way.  I chalked it up to Conspiracy Theory; I had my nose in a book within minutes and thought-”I wonder what the hell he’s talking about?”  Because I consider myself as someone to not so easily dismiss this sort of thing, I decided I’d research it a bit once I got home.

Almost a year later flying again for the first time I didn’t even notice it appear once again on my boarding card.  I had a secondary screening, but just a hand-swab, so I didn’t think anything of it.  Until I got home.  I started to think back several years.  Not many flights, but enough.  Every time a secondary screening of some kind.  How had I not noticed it?

Could it really be random, is all I asked myself.  That question alone led to the research that’s changed everything, and still I want to talk myself out of it.  I see how clearly my default mode goes back to me–”but I’m not even sure I’m on The List.”

Wow.  After all I’ve seen and read now about all those affected by our tyranny, our “war on terror” preceded by “the cold war” interspersed by this war and that war.  How unevolved it all sounds.

It reminds of the hummingbirds just come in from Hurricane Isaac and circling frantic around the feeder.  Six of them dive bombing the sweet water though in cooperation they could drink harmoniously all together with ease.  They fight just to fight, it’s like play for them.  Just like the pups, 300 pounds of playful.  Only they don’t have guns and nuclear weapons.  Kill doesn’t even seem to be on their radar.  They don’t even go for blood.

Every single taxpayer in this country is an accessory to aggression, violence and war.  Every time we meet a foreigner whose people we’ve killed and whose resources we’ve attempted to steal, we should with the sincerity of our most wholesome heart, apologize to them.  Most likely that would be a yellow, brown or black-colored person.

Where is the revival and repentance?  Where is the popular insurrection?  Those backscatter machines, they’re the sign.  Get ready for the police state, because what goes around comes around.  We haven’t wanted to see is that we’ve been dishing this out all over the world.

They don’t hate us because we’re free, they hate us because we’re rich and we’ve gotten that way at their expense.  Maybe if we all apologize now and make amends and prove that collectively we really don’t want war by yelling really loudly that some force beyond our control is demanding it, they might respond to this truth with mercy.

It’s in our house.  It’s in our bed.  “The world will be saved by the western woman,” says the Dalai Lama.

Why?  Why us?

Because we have the time, the resources, the education, the sense of entitlement, the will, the capacity to make a new choice.  For a limited time only.  Because it’s the patriarchy that’s not working.

Because no government presided by a majority of empowered women would allow this kind of merciless slaughter.

Because it’s at our fingertips, right here right now, to start a revolution from our beds.

Because, if not us, then who?

http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/power-principle/

Follow this blog for the next 5 days and really consider if all this Terrorist Watching is making you feel any safer.

If you think there might be something rotting in OUR House that needs our attention, simply in the comments section write:

Not in my House!