Through a Glass, Darkly
excerpts from the poem by
George S. Patton, Jr.
Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.
I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame or country,
And for each have found a grave.
I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.
And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.
And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.
So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.
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I was over at skippy's place and he had the greatest title for it: "She's with the Banned." I wanted to steal it -- "I'm with the Banned." How cool is that? (Incidentally -- someone left a nasty remark and I broke my rule about never saying anything online that I wouldn't say face to face. Then again, if that little twerp said to my face what he said in the comments, I probably WOULD say to his face what I said in reply to his lame-ass comment. So, strike that...)
Then I started thinking of other punny titles for this piece...
"The Beautiful and the Banned"
"Village of the Banned"
"Queen of the Banned"
"The Silent and the Banned"
"The Book of the Banned"
"Voyage of the Banned"
"Banned Human Race"
"Children of the Banned"
"Legion of the Banned"
"Anger of the Banned"
Oh, lordy, we could have some fun with that! And most of them are so apt! Apropos! Appropriate! Apple pie!
When I began writing this, I intended it to be a final post regarding all that has transpired between me and Daily Kos; a wrap-up, a summary, a post-mortem, call it what you will.
But a few days have since passed, and I've discussed it with my husband... and I've decided that enough is enough. Anyone who has witnessed the events of the past several months (and especially the past few days) and concluded that Markos is right and I am wrong will certainly not be convinced by facts, nor any effort of mine to make those facts any clearer than they already are. So I ask you -- why should I put the people who already know the truth through another damned rehash of the same damned facts? It's not as if they've changed.
So, after this little postscript, I'll have said everything I have to say about Markos, about Daily Kos, about all of it.
That doesn't mean that I'll be refraining from ever mentioning those topics again -- that would be like being a journalist and swearing off ever mentioning Homeland Security or Karl Rove again, you know?
I just mean that after this, I'm done with the recriminations and the expository posts, the front page discussions of the latest egregious action by Markos or his thugs.
I suspect that Markos has "had it in for me" for over a year -- that is to say, he's been increasingly uncomfortable with my posting at Daily Kos. Since that WaPo article came out, matter of fact. It was merely compounded by my appearance on Fox News and regular guest spots on John Gibson's Fox News Radio program. The real problem wasn't the media, anyway -- it was my posts at Daily Kos. The media appearances just made them all that more visible.
Everything seems to have become crystal clear, and I am at peace with it. I think Markos is ruled by fear and insecurity. I think he has a horrible fear of losing what he has and fear of not getting what he wants. It must be terrible to live like that.
IMAGINE what kind of a mortgage a house in Berkeley carries -- I mean, my god, imagine the COST of a house in Berkeley; the down payment alone must have been enormous. Now imagine how much power his advertisers have over him.
I had to be gotten rid of. I was endangering his livelihood.
Things have changed drastically at DKos since it became his sole
source of income and the support for a family of 4 instead of 2. And they will change ever more drastically as he finds himself more and more at the mercy of people who can, at the merest whiff of controversy or anything they don't LIKE, withdraw their $9000 a week -- for months at a time, mind you -- ad buys. Hell, they don't even have to threaten withdrawal. Just a well-placed phone call would do the trick:
"You know, Markos, my clients are really not comfortable with the direction your front page editorials have taken lately with regard to X. We just don't know..." Enough said. Content suddenly... shifts. Not so hard to imagine, huh.
He features prominent ads on Daily Kos from CHEVRON, for chrissakes. A fucking OIL CORPORATION, one of the goddamned companies guilty of war profiteering, making grotesque profits off the blood of hundreds of thousands of innocents Iraqis and American soldiers... And Daily Kos makes fucking ad money from them. But I'm sure it came from the CLEAN account, right? The one whose deposits only come from the profits Chevron makes off... what, selling Girl Scout cookies?
He does it because he feels he has to, to pay his bills. Power corrupts? Oh, you betcha. Incrementally, incidentally, even -- not even so you'd notice, most of the time. You just wake up a few years down the road and find you've turned into that which you'd fought, that which you'd scorned and reviled.
I do not envy Markos Moulitsas, despite what my hate-club accuses. I pity him, I truly do. For he has lost his freedom. Whether it was a deal with the devil or one wrong turn too many is beside the point -- take the bus, a limo or hitchhike, at the end of the road paved with good intentions, you're still in hell.
And no, the ends do not justify the means. That's why we're supposed to play by different rules than the bad guys, dude, not beat them at their own game.
And that, my friends, is all I have to say about all of this, for now -- at least in blog format.
The rest, I'm saving for the book.