Warmonger…

I’m very troubled by the news about Osama Bin Laden.  True, he is no longer a cypher lurking in the background and haunting our dreams. There is no doubt that he master-minded terrorist acts on a vast scale, and that he was directly responsible for the deaths of many innocent people. London, New York, Madrid – an unnecessary death toll. Not to mention all those servicemen and women who are now dying in pointless and un-winnable wars in Iraq & Afghanistan. What a waste!  But was justice served?

Bin Laden was an evil, hate-filled man. Sadly, his death won’t bring back the people who died as a result of his instruction.  It will only be a spur for those extremists who need an excuse to carry on fighting. So, President Obama, you are an idiot!  I really don’t see how shooting Bin Laden in the head means that justice is served.  I’m sad that you capitulated to the pressures of seeking re-election and the hawkish warmongers who lurk in the White House disguised as ‘military advisors’.  It was similar military boneheads who funded Bin Laden, armed and trained him when they wanted to get the Russians out of Afghanistan!  How conveniently you forget that fact.

And frankly, I’m annoyed at the arrogance of a nation who think it’s ok to invade another sovereign country and assassinate someone. Because lets face it, that is what it was. There was no intention of taking him alive. I find it hard to believe that big strong navy Seals couldn’t overpower him when he refused to surrender.  And I find it rather distateful that the US Commander in Chief sat and watched video feeds of the killing.  How is that justice?  Snuff movies maybe! Justice, no way!

Far better, for Bin Laden to be captured and brought back to the US to face the rule of law.  That is justice.  He should have been made to face up to his crimes.  Even the worst excesses of the Nazis (who killed hundreds of thousands of people) were dealt with by due process at the Nurenberg Trials. So why would he be any different? His crimes were no less heinous.

As Ghandi said, ‘an eye for an eye ends up making the whole world blind’.

G is for…Gratitude

This blog has been a long time in the making. 5 and a bit years to to be exact.  I’ve often wondered whether I should write about this experience, but I have a number of friends who are going through the same thing, so it’s about time this particular confession saw the light.

July 7th, 2005. Exactly a year after I’d moved into the house from hell. A sunny day.  It was also the day I had a panic attack and couldn’t get on the train to work. If you know me, you know this is not my normal mode of being. Fearless – Yes. Frightened – Often, but I hide it well. Cowed – Never, especially not in 6 inch heels and a suit! But if you had seen me sitting on the station bench that day, hyper-ventilating, shaking and trying not to cry or step in front of the train (crying and spoiling my make-up would be worse, you understand), anyone would be forgiven for thinking I’d finally given in.

July 7th, 2005.  Exactly two years since someone I loved, left. A sunny day. The day of the London bombings.  When I finally made it into the City and into a walk-in clinic, I sat waiting for a doctor and watched the carnage unfold on the flat-screen in the waiting room. All I could think about…while the helicopters circled Cannon Street and the discordant siren call of police cars and ambulances pierced the usual hum of a big city, was that my problems were minor compared to those people who lost loved ones or now bear permanent scars from the random acts of deranged fundamentalists.
 
My doctor diagnosed depression and prescribed medication.  I diagnosed an immense gratitude for the fact that I was still alive. A feeling that grew as I walked through the silent streets in the evening aftermath of the day’s events.  And my prescription – which I still follow today, even though the pills got flushed down the loo after 6 months – was to find three things to be grateful for at the beginning and end of each day.  Instead of lying in bed wondering if I actually wanted to carry on, I’d be glad about the birdsong, the way the sunlight twinkled on my wall, and the fact that my cat loved me more than anyone else in the world – despite my flaws as a human.  Nothing stays the same, even bad things… I’m really lucky and I have so much to be grateful about…I live by the coast, have a brand new nephew, and people who I love deeply.  Life is short.  Embrace the good things.

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