Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Meaning of M-11


It has escaped the right completely what M-11 meant, and it has escaped many on the left.There are a two simple lessons:

The citizenry of the developed nations is unified in its will to eradicate terrorism, and will not broke being lied to.

The terrorists are not linked to a single man, but to a system, and one, as new bopster Marcy Wheeler (http://www.emptywheel.net/) argues is rational and purposeful.

Both parts of the lesson have to be learned.

The first part is easy - the marches, the high turn out, the actions of the new prime minister, and the response of individual Spain show - that if Al Qaeda thought they were going to get a better deal from the new government - they misjudged events badly.The second part is harder, because it demands more of us. This attack was carried out by the Moroccan wing of AlQaeda - without reference to, and without support from, Afghanistan or the Saudi wing. In short, it is no longer possible to smash the center and have some measure of peace. Thus, the entire "waste Osama and go back to watching Baseball" mentality is wrong. This is a greater struggle and a more difficult one.

The core is to realize that Al Qaeda represents a civil war within the muslim states - or rather, those struggling to replace one group of tyrants with another. They desire the West out, because the West props up the regimes they wish to replace - not overthrow, but replace.

This is why it is important to see them as rational - as people with a goal, a plan and a means to carry it out. Never mind that they will find that what they think of as victory will be pyrrhic indeed - many have won the war to lose the peace before.

It is also important to realize that the basis of the conflict is tha the United States, because of convenience, supports regimes antithetical to our way of life - and we allow conditions in those nations which are a temptation to those who would wish to be rich and powerful - without the accountability and responsibility. They wish to reign, rather than govern.

To end this there is one simple task - it is binding success as a nation to success of that nation's people. The current regime will allow this only to the extent that those in power here remain in power. We are as free of terrorism as is compatible with there being a hereditary aristocracy here in the US allows. This is not acceptable - and it is the basis of the crisis. We cannot be half-free and half-slave. We cannot be enslaved to debt and oil and be free to act as we must.

Why wasn't Saddam removed in 1992? Because the oil nations would not allow it - they did not want Iraq's oil on the market. Why are we running a huge deficit now? Because we need to to appease those same nations for the invasion. And the money we give to Saudi Arabia flows into the black world of terrorism.
Every American, every European, every member of every industrialized nation is paying the terrorism tax, and we must end this tax once and for all. Or, as surely as day follows night, killing bin Laden will merely open the way for others.

The Republicans have declared war, and declared that militarization is the answer. But every major war since 1860 has been as a high intensity conflict by the better industrial base, except when guerrillas could maintain a long low intensity conflict. We know which one we are in now - and it is not a high intensity conflict. It is mobilization itself that does much of the work. Constricting trade did more damage to the economy of the USSR than did weapons, and it was 1944 before as much damage was done to Germany by bombs as by embargos. Napoleon was starved out - the greatest general on the European continent.
But this comes only when the whole of the nation is mobilized.

Marne 3

What can be done will be done

1
11 Aug 1914

Think of all of the places that you can think of, and relies in 1914 there were many fewer of them. Are now there are buildings and façades, then there was open meadows, and strange brooks, and 1000 ways that things were nature rather than artifice. Realized to, most people lived in villages, not aligned in city streets. It was a very different era, and people did not realize just what a change century would make. Also realize that in the middle of this century, there was a gap, where people on the extreme ends were very much like each other, but in the middle day were completely different. This was, again, not going to be seeing from this end, and wasn't the allowed to be seen from the other. That being the difference: rich people at the end of this century new that the wealth and power could be changed. And that was different, people in the early part of this century didn't know that, where has had the end of the century, they had fought for it to be the same as it was before. And they fought to hide this fact from virtually everyone else. Churchill knew that this could happen, Roosevelt didn't know but he would after he had been afflicted. But no such people were alive in the waning parts of this century.

That is the difference between elder rich, who didn't know, and younger rich, who saw that it could very well happen. And would stop it had all cost. And when this writer was writing, they had done on excellent job, Pairing one reactionary party and one conservative party, and making it so there was an even interchange. And crushing out, the radical party. This had taken along time, and again it wasn't easy to do.

But here in the joys of the sun, people thought that it would go on forever like this. Though there was foreboding, at the center, and with guns which appeared gloomy from the edges. But also at the edges were gay, as young men were strutting their stuff in uniform. Coquettishly, young women looked up and down, sizing up who would be back again. This was not obvious, too proud and would be shot to pieces, this is for those women who wanted one and only one child, and then lived there lives, too crafty, and he would get several pregnant, and choose the best one, with every of too chance, knowing at least a would have something to offer for the next generation. All of the scenarios played out, again and again, with small variations.

Out over the plains north of Paris, where fields drain north in to the English Channel, and fields are lined with hedgerows, that crisscross based on the dashes and the dots in the church book ledger, not based on any form or clue on the land. They had formed since the beginning, back in the 700s when Charlemagne throughout the map. Then they divided, and re-divided, as each son came to each son equally. And so it changed from generation to generation, sometimes gaining, but most times losing. They would not know that this pattern was going to be broken, or at least bent, has many branches were extinguished. But that is what has happened, because alone of all the lands in France, this is one course that has fewer numbers than it did in 1300s. This one was the bread basket, and then it would soon be gone.

Their homes were slight and gradual in their climb, they did not know that over four short years they would be decimated, and destroyed. This was the deflowering of one of the richest lands in all the world. They would not see another crop, another bushel, another harvest. They were dead and the vines would not come again, they would have to the reassembled, from berries and branches, coming all the way from America, fertile fields of France were in actuality from new forms over the sea. The people here knew that and were scrambling, and clawing, they new that it was them that the German throat wanted to spill on the ground. Whole towns were denuded of people, setting off to other places. This part of France was no more, and they, at least, knew it. Thus while France had a delusion that it would stand, this part of France new that it would not survive the war. The German armies would make sure down to the Chateau de Coucy which was famous in its time. It would know only a smattering of greatness, because when the German guns came through, they would level, brick by brick, place that was. Even the English kings would not dare break the place. Such was the Chateau de Coucy. It was such a famous place, that a writer from America wrote the book, and told the world just what a place it was.

She described all of many facets, and told any who would listen, about the exploits that she found. First she told of its recent past, in “The Guns of August”, and then she told the agent history in her book on Engerrand VII d'Coucy, “A Distant Mirror”., it was the same story stretched out over two books, the last part of the story first, and of course the first covered last. She must have loved this place for her to spend lifetime living it. I was one of the generation that ate up the tail, and mourned that there would be no third book, and then realized there was no need for. Her metaphors were confused, she was trying to fit one piece of the puzzle on top of another one which would not fit. World War I, and late medieval France had some similarities, it was land that held her dancing. What she found instead, was one piece of France which had its heyday in the medieval period, and no one had bothered to tell it. There were similarities, eras which were tormented, and ripe with bitter fruit. A third book would have been lost in time, perhaps other storyteller might be people to loss the beginning in 700, to go with the middle period of “a distant mirror”, and collapse of “guns of August”, but it would not be her voice. But think on one thing, place in history which fell to an onslaught, first, is not Normandy, but right in the center, at a little known town: Dieppe. And on September 1914, it was occupied, and destroyed later in the war, in 1917.

In such a place as this, people were running hither, backing up, and moving on. The knew that this would be over for them, in a way that people in the rest of friends did not know. But what was the source of this information? There seemed no way for them to have known what was going to happen. Unless they were getting reports from the inside of German intelligence. But who spoke? Who knew? And who spread the news, not to the government, but ordinary people? Seemed strange that these people knew, when other people are there up the chain did not. There was confidence in the ranks, there was confidence in the government, there is confidence in almost everyone, but not here, not now. Why do these people know more about their governments actions than their owned government did?
One first has to look at one household, anyone at all. One would see that they were not planning in any tangible way, instead they were scurrying about, catching what may. Let us take for example, Mme des Desparde, whom was no one in particular, but had lost her husband a few weeks ago. She was rushing around, fitting together her best pots and pans. Why would anyone do this, miles away from the front? It is because she had what she thought of as a vision. She was alone in the house, with her curled up in a ball. She didn't think that she had gone to sleep, when the door ran. Not the outer door, but the inner door, to her bedroom. Then she was completely awake, and startled. There are one of two reactions, either one sits up and takes notice, or you are like de Desparde, and boroughs further in two ones sheets, mind you these were good sheets and three layers of blankets. But that was not of course why she did it.

She was under the sheets when she felt something on her shoulder. She turned her around because the touch was soft but all the way through the covers. This was strange, and made her believe that she was still asleep.

But then she was touched again, this time on her back.

She closed her eyes. Only finally to open one of them. What she saw frightened her, it was a single eye staring at her. At this point, she was awake, and expected to see someone outside of the bed.
But nothing was there. Instead she had a deep dark feeling, and it pushed her in to action, gathering things, and moving things, and in general one and get out of this house. If you would stop her, and calm her down, you might just be able to make some sense with her that nothing was wrong and she could go back to bed. The same thing was happening around the village. What was going on? The people running around didn't know, but you maybe able to guess. Just before the eye was seen, something happened to a man just beyond the grave, he didn't have too much energy to expend, just enough to make himself known. He was, of course, a ghost, but not one with too much essence to expand. So he made his way in to the house and tried to alert his one time ex-wife. This was the same in every part of the district, and it is what spiraled the energies of living to do something. Then once the living who had a deceased past, everyone else the next morning had seen that they too were passed.

So that is the story, first those that had family past would see something very much like what des Deparde saw, and then other families simply copied the actions of the night before. And then more from families did the same thing.

The house from a few houses who had lost someone, it became a panic that struck everyone in a few days. On 11 August Fort d'Evegnee fell, and the way was opened up. The next morning Einem saw reinforcements, in the form of “monstrous” siege guns. From the little .305 mm each comes to the great Big Bertha, these were grade on 12 August. The way was clear all the way into France, which is why the recently dead were awoken, and though their powers were not great, there were none of them to raise a racket. Hence living were roused from slumber, and driven to put up roots, and go. And so go they did, and living followed them.

Thus the trickle grew to a stream, then to a gush, then to a torrent which had no measure of French people storming out. When it became time for the French infantry to advance, this part of Flanders was basically on occupied.

All for the want of people like des Desparde.

2
11 Aug 1914
Paris

This was the point where all lines were tied up, and it was impossible to switch routes, because it was jumbled mess. He jumped off, and then turn to her so that she could jump off to. That's the way gentlemen are. Then he looked at what was obviously a train station, And what astonished him was there were engines and cars, which they had not seen since they past through in to this shadow world. The woman looked at him and said:

“I don't understand why there are trains and cars here. We haven't seen them everyplace else.”

“It is indeed, if I may use the word, distinctly strange. Perhaps as we move from the countryside to the villages, something emanates and causes this to happen.”

Gare d'Orsay was a magnificent station, which has since been converted to a museum. It was new then, having only been in operation 14 years ago. It was long and cylindrical, and decidedly old world in its style, though it was steel in its construction. Topped by monumental clock faces, which pierced the gray walls and entered in to a ceiling which was in French style - nearly straight on to the edge then almost flattened. There were large arches, seven of them on the north side and seven on the side, those being to long sides. Once past the French style roof there was a very large cylindrical base which held the train tracks. Now piled outside were eating mass of trends and passenger cars that had spilled out of the workings of this conglomerated mass. Realize that the mass of the station was large enough to fit
Then suddenly she realized what it was.

“There piled up because all of the men were sent here to deploy to the south. Thus there are more than a few trains which in the real world are carrying the soldiers.”
He nodded, “That makes a good deal of sense. In fact I should of thought of that too.”
“Your not Parisian, have you been to Berlin?”

“Yes, but doesn't have the same reach as Paris, it doesn't pick up people and ship them to the front the way this does. In Germany commands are grouped rather locally, and I don't think that they are in France.”

“I don't know how they are grouped, but I think it is, as Germany is, grouped by where the troops lived.”

“Paris is sprawling and unified district of France, not a conglomeration of states which formed only a little over 40 years ago.”

This drew a long slow not from her.

“France, and Paris, are virtually the same thing, from the days where kings reigned in Paris. That is more than 1000 years.”

“So you can see that Germany is only real to the people who have lived only very short time. The others all think of their own has their country, not Germany per se.”

“It most the a strange feeling indeed.”

“Decidedly so.”

“Maybe they'll decide that short trends are not enough.”

“There are only short times inside?"

“Yes. Though there has been talk of lengthening trains, but it has been decided yet if it is to be done. That's why the train station clogs up the lanes. Thus we see the result of their folly.”

“Is still magnificent folly.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes, I really think that there is truth in.”

“You may have been drafted a German, but in your heart there is something French.”

You may of course know, that spending time alone, not even long time, can promote love between two people. In these were to people all alone in this world, with traps and myers of course. Each was longing for a sense of acceptance, and the only source of that acceptance was the other person. Thus the similarity of ages worked on, as it has worked on so many other people. Thus in the hidden corners of the mind, they conspired, being unknown to the conscious self. What they did realize was that they found things in common.

“It is late in the day, why don't we go into the inside, lock our selves in a room, and get some sleep. Remember, their will be more like the other man, and wouldn't want to press our advantage.”
“Do you think it will be a long war?”

“Half of me says yes, it will be quick and painless, the other half of me doubts that, who knows what the French have in store. Germany has one push and then it is over.”
“Then it will be long in that case?”

“Who knows how long that is, it good go on for months or years, the way the American civil war went on for years.”

“ I know I should not be asking this, but how long was the American civil war?”
“Four years, four extremely bloody years. Germany fought six bottles against Denmark, Austria, and then finally France, and then it was done. The American civil war dragged on and on, and that is what I fear the most.”

“But you are dead.”

“Dead does not mean that we won't still be here by the end, though I hope that I can't you will fade...” He looked at her and suddenly new that he wanted nothing more than to be with her as long as was possible.

However long the was.

“That it's good inside, what was it called?”

“Gare d'Orsay, it is known for being the first electrified station in the world.”

“Gare d'Orsay. electrified, how interesting. That will be a monumental task with every German city, indeed every town, and hamlet, having it's own railway station. On it would be quite a task To electrify each one of them, because everyone worked one to have the latest and greatest railway station. For a girl from the countryside you seen to know a lot about Paris.”

“I was born and raised up in Paris. Then I was sent away when both of my parents died. Paris is the life blood of the country. If you saw the girls in the countryside, you would know I'm not like them, there is strong as an ox, and three times as smelly. I'm small boned as most people are coming from Paris.”

“I see.” This was the first time he had been annoyed with her, but it passed. Some time there with be a reckoning with this, because he was from the country side, and he didn't think he was either as large as ox, nor three times as smelly. But he let it pass, as most men are one they are trying to be on their best behavior.

But with a sweep of her body, which was covered to knees, in today's latest fashion, she turned her self halfway away, and that was noticed. With a side that crept up insider, she knew that she had done something wrong, something wrong with what she said.

“I'm sorry I did something wrong.” and in saying that she knew that she would not say “I” third time. It was not acceptable for someone of her station, which was attenuated, but real none the less, she was a lady. And she should act like it, and courteously bowed just a little bit, and gushed: “ please forgive me if my matters were not so crude as to cause you embarrassment.”

“It's all right, many of the old people in my society take great significance in how much should be placed on where you are in the social order. But that is not appropriate for me.” He then repositioned himself, as someone taking or delivering orders might be. This was noticed by her and she took on a strict posture. She realized he was not a sister who could tell everything to, nor a field hand who could be ordered about. It was truly a gentleman, and she should act like a lady, which she had not been doing.

So they were staring at each other, both new that something was amiss, though they did not know what it was exactly. The old manner of their parents intruded in a way that was not acceptable, and the new was being born on both their lips.

They rejoined efforts to find a constant place to find rest. They went through the large building which was Gare d'Orsay, transiting through what looked like every form of office imaginable. From the top of command, to the bottom of sweeping and dusting. Finally they took a room which was neither to fancy nor to plain, and settled them selves in two chairs and then to sleep. They do not know if they would wait again, so they both fought to stay awake. But it was very use, they drifted in to sleep as much as they would have had they been alive. The rankling was distant memory, and each one thought of the other.

Than some hours later they both were awakened, they could see that it was nightfall, and all was quiet except there was a distant whir from high note of the building.
“What is that, what is that sound coming from.”

he knew what it was, it was an airship, extremely close and getting closer. He knew that there were others, such as an airship. They were not alone, and then shot through his mind what would be happening to many thousands of troops. Because this war, unlike any more before it, was not fought on fields of engagement, but massed to a long line with few breaks. It was more a war where entire country took up arms against another who also took up arms. It was then that it struck him that this was on a scale never before conceived.

“We have to go, there is an airship, dirigible, and it has set a course for this exact building.”

“Why here? Why now?”

“Because it is on a mission to destroy buildings.”

“Would they do that, truly?”

“They can and they would, obviously an airship was destroyed, and the dead crew continued their mission.”

In a single motion, she nodded and cost up, taking his hand as he offered. They led through the main station with several stopped up cars, and then to the outside. Remember their were no lights, not a single candle, to guide them through this. This means the man was in charge and she would follow him.

Through the twists and turns they found their way, since they were on the fourth floor, they were exiting down and backwards through the building. Outside they saw what was a zeppelin, and it seemed like it was crash into them. It's lugubrious shape was moving very slowly in night sky, and they struggled to get away from it. There were no lights, just amassed ship in being. And it was buzzing down on their position.

It was now time to break in to a run, but they would have to be careful in how they did this, because looming up out of the darkness there were shapes and forms, which in the day, and walking, were not any trouble. But at night, O the night night was different. Every turn there was something to stop them. Albert weaved and dodged, though he was not the one who knew the plan of the city.
Suddenly there was that which would least be expected: a bright white shaft of illumination. Pouring from out of the ground and pointed directly at the ship. Then even more amazing, shaft of light, from nearby the light were pointed directly at the ship. In response the ship raised up, having not dropped anything. What it meant for both of them is that they were not alone.

“What just happened?” It was a question from the woman which was toned as a question.

“Obviously, an airship arrived at this point with intent on bombing. But instead of seeing nothing, some of the guns were pointed by dead men. It is interesting how they fire their weapons. It must mean that all of living world, we are in a world, that is not the same, or not exactly the same.”

“Yes, it's obvious when you think about it. But on the face of it, my head is going to explode with all of this information on what it is like. It has been years since we have battled over Europe before.”

“Stranger then we might know, because death, was random, and doesn't leave people. I don't see anything to suggest that accidents are applying to this. Perhaps great disasters affect people the same way, war, a prolonged war, will set up disastrous implications, ones that we do not understand, and will not be understood by people in living breathing world.”

“We need to figure out how this world fits in with the living world. Then can decide what to do. We have a purpose, though we do not know what it is.”

“This might be the work of the devil, did you think about?”

She drew herself up to her full height, and enunciated what she was about to say with care.
“Than being must do our best.”

That confident and clear voice was once his own, and he realized that it would have to be his Thereagain. That clarity of thought had once been his.

“We have to move now.” He crackled as he listened, it was clear that he had heard something which she had not, or placed meaning in what he heard.

Most women would have asked something, but she knew it was better to listen and go the way that Albert suggested. Because it was clear to her that he had heard something. Something ominous, though his face had not betrayed that, it was in his posture. He was once again, an officer and a gentleman.

The feeling grew inside, it was the feeling of love of a different nature than ever she had felt before, it was pure and perfect, pristine in its aspect. Of course she could not show this, that would be wrong. But she was melting before her eyes, and she knew that. This was the man for her.

Albert of course did not know this, there was an inscrutable look on her face, and they needed to get out of the way of the coming guardsmen. He knew that they were coming by the clatter and clank of scabbards, and thrumming of the guards themselves. It was barely noticeable, but he having trained in the Army knew exactly when it was. It was not a trap, they were only on his left side, so he turned right. It was obvious to her, with her fingertips lightly touching, no more than that, the way to go. He noted that she was taking direction very easily, and this gave him confidence to due more than he thought possible.

Once they had shifted to right, there was long, wide open terrace and then beyond that a large plaza that connected the streets toGare d'Orsay, on the north side, which opened up to and avenue facing the side of the river. The French were inland from them, and it was important that they get under cover as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, from this angle, there was a wide diversion between the Gare d'Orsay, and the nearest other building, and beyond that was over the river itself.


And off in to the distant heavens.