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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Bush/Kyoto: The Legacy of Death
[time] => 2002-11-22 12:15:00
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[bodytext] => It is the year 2050.
Inside the cracked concrete block that is her home
the mother tries to ease the suffering of her
asthmatic child.
She looks up briefly through the security bars on
her window at the grey looming sky. Her heart has
NEVER experienced joy, but now it sinks even deeper
into a depression from which she will never return.
As her heavy-lidded eyes look out the window the
nightly thunderstorm erupts and lightning flares,
lighting up the blackened pot-holed town of bunkers.
It looks like a vision from hell - but it's all she's
ever known.
It has been longer than her lifetime since there was
any hope. When she was a girl some of the people she
knew had television. She remembers now how they said
it had been confirmed there had been a shift in the
worlds weather system. She remembered they said it
was men who had done it and that they had no idea how
to make it change back. Later there had been terrible
things, she was sheltered from most of it by her
parents - but she remembered so many scenes of bodies
shown on so many nights. These were from the regular
tidal waves, the sudden arctic temperatures, the
droughts, the floods, the hurricanes...
By the time she was a teenager no one she knew had a
television anymore. Everyone wandered looking for
anything edible during daylight and at night tossed
and turned in agonies of cold; constantly wakened by
the deafening thunder overhead.
She shivered as she thought of it. Her hear sank
a little lower. What was the point of living like
this...? What hope was there...?
The last scrap of printed paper she found had shown
what someone had told her were scientists. She
couldn't read but their scared expressions and
wide-open mouths had told her everything she'd
needed to know...
There WAS no hope.
She looked down at her baby. There were so few
babies now. Something seemed to stop them coming.
Some people cried in the night about this too. But
most were glad not to bring a child into this world.
So when her child had come it was a shock - she
could hardly look after HERSELF. Yet she loved him
with all her heart and soul.
She looked down on him for so long, then at the
wreckage and destruction outside... Her heart was
a dead stone in her chest. Then she slowly picked
up a dirty grey blanket from her bed and as if in
a dream placed it softly over his face, then pressed
and pressed until he stopped struggling and was dead.
If there had been someone there as he died to place
their ear close to her tortured lips they could just
have made out a barely audible sound, a low hissing
sound, soft but full of raw, agonized hatred... It
was this grey world's most abominable word...
'B-u-s-h......'
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BushKyoto: The Legacy of Death
Contributed by
Steeleyes
on
Friday, 22nd November 2002 @ 12:15:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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It is the year 2050.
Inside the cracked concrete block that is her home
the mother tries to ease the suffering of her
asthmatic child.
She looks up briefly through the security bars on
her window at the grey looming sky. Her heart has
NEVER experienced joy, but now it sinks even deeper
into a depression from which she will never return.
As her heavy-lidded eyes look out the window the
nightly thunderstorm erupts and lightning flares,
lighting up the blackened pot-holed town of bunkers.
It looks like a vision from hell - but it's all she's
ever known.
It has been longer than her lifetime since there was
any hope. When she was a girl some of the people she
knew had television. She remembers now how they said
it had been confirmed there had been a shift in the
worlds weather system. She remembered they said it
was men who had done it and that they had no idea how
to make it change back. Later there had been terrible
things, she was sheltered from most of it by her
parents - but she remembered so many scenes of bodies
shown on so many nights. These were from the regular
tidal waves, the sudden arctic temperatures, the
droughts, the floods, the hurricanes...
By the time she was a teenager no one she knew had a
television anymore. Everyone wandered looking for
anything edible during daylight and at night tossed
and turned in agonies of cold; constantly wakened by
the deafening thunder overhead.
She shivered as she thought of it. Her hear sank
a little lower. What was the point of living like
this...? What hope was there...?
The last scrap of printed paper she found had shown
what someone had told her were scientists. She
couldn't read but their scared expressions and
wide-open mouths had told her everything she'd
needed to know...
There WAS no hope.
She looked down at her baby. There were so few
babies now. Something seemed to stop them coming.
Some people cried in the night about this too. But
most were glad not to bring a child into this world.
So when her child had come it was a shock - she
could hardly look after HERSELF. Yet she loved him
with all her heart and soul.
She looked down on him for so long, then at the
wreckage and destruction outside... Her heart was
a dead stone in her chest. Then she slowly picked
up a dirty grey blanket from her bed and as if in
a dream placed it softly over his face, then pressed
and pressed until he stopped struggling and was dead.
If there had been someone there as he died to place
their ear close to her tortured lips they could just
have made out a barely audible sound, a low hissing
sound, soft but full of raw, agonized hatred... It
was this grey world's most abominable word...
'B-u-s-h......'
Copyright ©
Steeleyes
... [
2002-11-22 12:15:00]
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Re: BushKyoto: The Legacy of Death
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by OreO on
Friday, 22nd November 2002 @ 12:32:23 PM AEST
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This is so depressing this is
exactly why i do not allow myself
to watch the news lol. Geez this
one is sad, And what's even sadder
is people dont realize that just as
easily as we have lived with our
freedom and things in life that
spoil us , they can just as easily
be taken away as well, Thanks for
sharing this one,
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::. |
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Re: BushKyoto: The Legacy of Death
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by Steeleyes on
Saturday, 23rd November 2002 @ 02:36:41 AM AEST
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Thanks Oreo... ;D
Some thoughts:
1. I don't hear (m)any politicians calling for a move to a sustainable Being mode of existence instead of the present Having mode (it would put at risk future jobs and profits for big business). I hear their voices leading us to consume ever more and that will lead us ever faster down the road to this part of the world eating the other. Be All You Can Be is sustainable. Eat and consume all you see is the road to the end.
Globalisation in my view is more or less another ploy designed to speed the rape of this beautiful planet by the already rich elites.
2. There was a man called Edward Bernays, he was Sigmund Freud's nephew. He came to America and pursuaded the various elites that under the calm exterior of every average citizen was a wild repressed and irrational beast that could surface and cause havoc at any time. The elites firmly believe they must manipulate us and keep us as nice docile sheep. They believe it is "in our best interests". They believe only they are capable of detached thought and lofty motives and that we must be taught not to rock the boat, to only obey. Sadly these same elites also naturally enough own the corporations that have a vested interest in selling us ever more stuff and in exploiting the world's resources no matter the consequences. They will eventually destroy all innocence and simple ways of life to get all our noses into the trough of products they produce ad nauseam.
3. Don't you think that the politicians are encouraging totally unsustainable consumption? I know the cycle they want to promote: spend/consume, employ, build, spend/consume, ad infinitum... Growth in other words and growth there has been over the last 100 years, and how! But we have five thousand million years ahead of us on this planet. Isn't it clear the road of infinite growth and lust to HAVE and CONSUME isn't sustainable? It's okay if all you long for is a concrete planet filled with tiny nature parks, zoos, endless soulless shopping malls, theme parks and "Tree Museums" as Joni Mitchell has already predicted, but, wouldn't you miss the truly natural life of a living vibrant planet...? (I believe we lose around 2,000 species of flower per year even now.)
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Re: BushKyoto: The Legacy of Death
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by DreamWeaver on
Monday, 25th November 2002 @ 04:54:51 AM AEST
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| A truly great write ... I hope this never happens. Well written. |
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Re: BushKyoto: The Legacy of Death
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by Steeleyes on
Wednesday, 27th November 2002 @ 07:47:52 PM AEST
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| Thanks dreamweaver. I hope it will never happen but BUSH has so much to answer for. The Kyoto Protocol was perhaps the very last chance for us to get sane about our noxious emmissions. He just said "***** You" to the planet and all the generations of our grandchildren to come. That man will go down as one of the most stupid bastards known to have infested this beautiful world. |
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Re: BushKyoto: The Legacy of Death
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by plous on
Thursday, 28th November 2002 @ 02:05:21 AM AEST
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No clean water act, It does not make money,
more people should send him hate mail. |
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Re: BushKyoto: The Legacy of Death
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by Steeleyes on
Friday, 29th November 2002 @ 05:46:37 PM AEST
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| I agree people should send them protests in whatever way they can. Maybe not hate mail - it would only make him act even more stupid than he already is (if that's possible). But we must stand up against the morons who are running the show right now. If they get what they want they will have us all in chains eating the sh*t the marketing men feed us. We have to stand up say we're not going to take it. Remember 'Network'? OK, let's do it! |
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