Good Mother Cindy Sheehan Harmed by United States Culture

Sheehan tried to make good on her son's death, by stopping the War Machine and saving her fate from other Mothers.

"Democrats" (and talk of "new" elections) drove her to recognize the futility of her mission and move to give needed time to her own life and family.
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From: <>Tim Hjersted
Date: May 30, 2007 2:41 AM


"Good Riddance Attention Whore"
by CindySheehan
Mon May 28, 2007 at 09:57:01 AM PDT

I have endured a lot of smear and hatred since Casey was killed and especially since I became the so-called "Face" of the American anti-war movement. Especially since I renounced any tie I have remaining with the Democratic Party, I have been further trashed on such "liberal blogs" as the Democratic Underground. Being called an "attention whore" and being told "good riddance" are some of the more milder rebukes.

* CindySheehan's diary :: ::
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I have come to some heartbreaking conclusions this Memorial Day Morning. These are not spur of the moment reflections, but things I have been meditating on for about a year now. The conclusions that I have slowly and very reluctantly come to are very heartbreaking to me.

The first conclusion is that I was the darling of the so-called left as long as I limited my protests to George Bush and the Republican Party. Of course, I was slandered and libeled by the right as a "tool" of the Democratic Party. This label was to marginalize me and my message. How could a woman have an original thought, or be working outside of our "two-party" system?

However, when I started to hold the Democratic Party to the same standards that I held the Republican Party, support for my cause started to erode and the "left" started labeling me with the same slurs that the right used. I guess no one paid attention to me when I said that the issue of peace and people dying for no reason is not a matter of "right or left", but "right and wrong."

I am deemed a radical because I believe that partisan politics should be left to the wayside when hundreds of thousands of people are dying for a war based on lies that is supported by Democrats and Republican alike. It amazes me that people who are sharp on the issues and can zero in like a laser beam on lies, misrepresentations, and political expediency when it comes to one party refuse to recognize it in their own party. Blind party loyalty is dangerous whatever side it occurs on. People of the world look on us Americans as jokes because we allow our political leaders so much murderous latitude and if we don’t find alternatives to this corrupt "two" party system our Representative Republic will die and be replaced with what we are rapidly descending into with nary a check or balance: a fascist corporate wasteland. I am demonized because I don’t see party affiliation or nationality when I look at a person, I see that person’s heart. If someone looks, dresses, acts, talks and votes like a Republican, then why do they deserve support just because he/she calls him/herself a Democrat?

I have also reached the conclusion that if I am doing what I am doing because I am an "attention whore" then I really need to be committed. I have invested everything I have into trying to bring peace with justice to a country that wants neither. If an individual wants both, then normally he/she is not willing to do more than walk in a protest march or sit behind his/her computer criticizing others. I have spent every available cent I got from the money a "grateful" country gave me when they killed my son and every penny that I have received in speaking or book fees since then. I have sacrificed a 29 year marriage and have traveled for extended periods of time away from Casey’s brother and sisters and my health has suffered and my hospital bills from last summer (when I almost died) are in collection because I have used all my energy trying to stop this country from slaughtering innocent human beings. I have been called every despicable name that small minds can think of and have had my life threatened many times.

The most devastating conclusion that I reached this morning, however, was that Casey did indeed die for nothing. His precious lifeblood drained out in a country far away from his family who loves him, killed by his own country which is beholden to and run by a war machine that even controls what we think. I have tried every since he died to make his sacrifice meaningful. Casey died for a country which cares more about who will be the next American Idol than how many people will be killed in the next few months while Democrats and Republicans play politics with human lives. It is so painful to me to know that I bought into this system for so many years and Casey paid the price for that allegiance. I failed my boy and that hurts the most.

I have also tried to work within a peace movement that often puts personal egos above peace and human life. This group won’t work with that group; he won’t attend an event if she is going to be there; and why does Cindy Sheehan get all the attention anyway? It is hard to work for peace when the very movement that is named after it has so many divisions.

Our brave young men and women in Iraq have been abandoned there indefinitely by their cowardly leaders who move them around like pawns on a chessboard of destruction and the people of Iraq have been doomed to death and fates worse than death by people worried more about elections than people. However, in five, ten, or fifteen years, our troops will come limping home in another abject defeat and ten or twenty years from then, our children’s children will be seeing their loved ones die for no reason, because their grandparents also bought into this corrupt system. George Bush will never be impeached because if the Democrats dig too deeply, they may unearth a few skeletons in their own graves and the system will perpetuate itself in perpetuity.

I am going to take whatever I have left and go home. I am going to go home and be a mother to my surviving children and try to regain some of what I have lost. I will try to maintain and nurture some very positive relationships that I have found in the journey that I was forced into when Casey died and try to repair some of the ones that have fallen apart since I began this single-minded crusade to try and change a paradigm that is now, I am afraid, carved in immovable, unbendable and rigidly mendacious marble.

Camp Casey has served its purpose. It’s for sale. Anyone want to buy five beautiful acres in Crawford , Texas ? I will consider any reasonable offer. I hear George Bush will be moving out soon, too...which makes the property even more valuable.

This is my resignation letter as the "face" of the American anti-war movement. This is not my "Checkers" moment, because I will never give up trying to help people in the world who are harmed by the empire of the good old US of A, but I am finished working in, or outside of this system. This system forcefully resists being helped and eats up the people who try to help it. I am getting out before it totally consumes me or anymore people that I love and the rest of my resources.

Good-bye America ...you are not the country that I love and I finally realized no matter how much I sacrifice, I can’t make you be that country unless you want it.

It’s up to you now.

Plastic in the Ocean

Jan Lundberg a great Video he presents which details this ocean gyre in detail.



----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------
From: >Matt St. Amand
Date: May 21, 2007 9:21 AM




Returning to Southern California from Hawaii after a sailing race, Moore had altered Alguita’s course, veering slightly north. He had the time and the curiosity to try a new route, one that would lead the vessel through the eastern corner of a 10-million-square-mile oval known as the North Pacific subtropical gyre. This was an odd stretch of ocean, a place most boats purposely avoided. For one thing, it was becalmed. “The doldrums,” sailors called it, and they steered clear. So did the ocean’s top predators: the tuna, sharks, and other large fish that required livelier waters, flush with prey. The gyre was more like a desert—a slow, deep, clockwise-swirling vortex of air and water caused by a mountain of high-pressure air that lingered above it.

The area’s reputation didn’t deter Moore. He had grown up in Long Beach, 40 miles south of L.A., with the Pacific literally in his front yard, and he possessed an impressive aquatic résumé: deckhand, able seaman, sailor, scuba diver, surfer, and finally captain. Moore had spent countless hours in the ocean, fascinated by its vast trove of secrets and terrors. He’d seen a lot of things out there, things that were glorious and grand; things that were ferocious and humbling. But he had never seen anything nearly as chilling as what lay ahead of him in the gyre.

Edna Cintron, For You

----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------
From: Pan Man
Date: May 17, 2007 11:29 AM










WTC 1, the North Tower, was hit directly by what appeared to be a large commercial passenger jet, ostensibly by American Airlines Flight 11. After burning for a short time, black smoke continued to pour from the WTC 1 until it collapsed.

The explanation for the collapse was a jet fuel fire that burned hot enough, long enough to weaken the steel in the structure. Calculations of the heat value of jet fuel must include the absorption of that heat by nitrogen and carbon dioxide in the air, by unburned carbon particles, by concrete and steel in the building. These taken together show that there is too little caloric energy in jet fuel and even the contents of the offices to increase the heat sufficiently to compromise the integrity of the steel components. This is what is would take to allow for the first collapse of a steel structure from fire in the history of the world. Now look at the WTC 1 after the initial fire died down. Does that look like an inferno? I see perhaps three scattered fires, a bit of black smoke, no towering inferno.

Now let's look at a close-up of damage to the WTC 1. It might be hot enough for a weenie roast, but not a towering inferno capable of weakening the integrity of the steel structure. Do you see the man near the right edge looking out between the pillars? On the next floor down on the left, do you see the woman leaning out for a look? Do you think they just walked through a blazing inferno to get there? In case you are thinking that the images have been doctored and the survivors added with Photoshop, the picture of the woman actually appears in the FEMA report (page 18 of Chapter 2: WTC 1 and WTC 2


i wrote this for u edna,i will meet u one day when we are both in heaven,and i will tell u i saw u that day and i wanted u to be safe
~

I SEE YOU,

I SEE YOUR RED HAIR BLOWING IN THE WIND,

I SEE YOU,

I SEE YOU ALONE IN THE VOID

I SEE YOU,

I SEE YOU AND I WANT TO PLUCK YOU FROM YOUR PERCH

I SEE YOU,

I SEE YOU I FEEL YOUR TERROR IN MY HEART

I SEE YOU,

I SEE YOU AND I KNOW I AM HELPLESS

I SEE YOU

I SEE YOU AND I WATCH YOU URN INTO THE DARKNESS

I SEE YOU

I SEE YOU DISAPPEAR FROM MY VIEW

AND I SEE YOU NO MORE.

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP TO ALL OF EDNAS FAMILY ,

JOANNE MCCAFFERTY, 11/6/2006 7:51:43 AM