Friday, July 4, 2008

Happy Independence Day

Hope you are enjoying your share of good times and fireworks today. I also hope you are reflecting not only on chest-thumping as you wave your flags. There are still many matters that must be addressed in our country. We have no simple easy answers that please everyone.;_ylt=AvbsM8nWiffl7nqhI.BNKvis0NUE

We do have a responsibility to conduct ourselves by the ideals at the core of what we say we believe in.

Doing the right thing ain't easy. The foundation of our laws insist on fair and speedy adjudication. I don't want anyone to just walk free. Go through the proper established process. That's all. You want to give people justice, put the alleged villains to the test in court.

And don't bother with the "not U.S. citizens" cop out. It's simply easier to incarcerate someone when the criteria of evidence is diminished. It also opens up the possibility of mistakes being made.

They may be the most evil people on the planet but we have to find out the truth. We have to get it right.

I would love to see a movie, TV show or book that focuses on a main character suspected of criminal or terrorist activity but there is not enough information presented for anyone to really figure out if the guy is guilty.

No Hollywood ending where you get the revelation of innocence or evil. Just the dilemma of passing judgement based only on assumptions.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away