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“The terrs have won”
The last time I visited the U.S. was in fall 2000. A friend in Santa Barbara had invited me to his wedding. Before I have visited the U.S. some 25 times and have been to about 20 states on business and private trips.
But since the U.S. attack on Afghanistan, I instituted a private little boycott and vacated elsewhere. Some American friends thought it was a stupid thing for me to do and laughed at me. Eventually they came to Europe to see me.
I recently was invited again, I declined to come and yesterday I sent this link.
In court documents filed with the 4th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals in Richmond, Va., the Justice Department said a new anti-terrorism law being used to hold detainees in Guantanamo Bay also applies to foreigners captured and held in the United States.
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That law is being used to argue the Guantanamo Bay cases, but Al-Marri represents the first detainee inside the United States to come under the new law. Aliens normally have the right to contest their imprisonment, such as when they are arrested on immigration violations or for other crimes.
"It’s pretty stunning that any alien living in the United States can be denied this right," said Jonathan Hafetz, an attorney for Al-Marri. "It means any non-citizen, and there are millions of them, can be whisked off at night and be put in detention."
While I would like to visit the U.S. again, if some nerd within the U.S. government feels like constructing some writings in this little blog as "supporting terrorists", that visit could turn out be longer than expected and quite restricted location wise. It could even turn out to up to my death and there would be absolutely no way to challenge such an outcome.
Unlikely? Sure. Impossible? Not anymore. Just sad, very sad. But why should I take that risk when there are a million other places to go?
The friend answered today: "Ok, the terrs have won."
…but the imbrications of global capitalist domination are a big chunk of our daily structuration.
Ah yes…I believe I’m beginning to finally get it.
But could you please tell us what are the other “chunks” of our daily structuration? And how do these “chunks” differ from our monthly structuration, and our yearly? Or, rather, do these “chunks” lead us to structurate on an ever more rapid basis. And is it true, as I’ve heard, that Marxists structurate feverishly in the dark, finding valuation in mutual exchange relationships.
Having not read Marx since college, decades past — and, now in middle age, lacking the time necesary to commit the guru’s entire opus to heart, I am clearly unable to gain much from castleton’s slothrup’s cryptic musings — which themselves are eliptical distillations of the impenetrable cant of the master — the proverbial riddle within the enigma within the mystery, etc. If Marxists wrote the texts for Chinese fortune cookies, sloppyrump slothrup would have found his metiér.
What I am trying to say is that there is always a kernel of truth to rashslut’s slothrup’s insights, such as this one that the structural relationship of capitalistic exchange possesses an inherently violent nature, but these insights are never developed into a framework of knowledge, or a prescription for right action. Rather in rottenstunt’s slothrup’s inimitable “friendly” way they are used as poison darts which are cast down from Mount Olympus Marx, in order to destroy any dialogue or mutual exchange, and the learning, understanding, and compassion which might then occur.
Nevertheless, I find myself as strangely stirred within by soughtlust’s slothrup’s selflessly effacing and generous attempts to talk at me, if not actually down to me, as I am by his implicit imbrication implication that the perfection of Marxist satori is one which we all should strive to experience.
And yet, sadly, I am led to the conclusion that oddstunt slothrup is trapped in an autistic, solipsistic, universe where the perfect parabolas traced by his Marxist kensho, the deep insights of dialectical materialism, render the experiences of all others nugatory, and the poison-tipped darts of slatternrope’s slothrup’s unique knowledge negate the basic collective human instincts of all others for understanding, compassion and right action as useless, or worse, harmful.
Oh, great guru! Oh Bodhisatva slasher’up slothrup! I bow down before your illimitable brilliance — before a light so bright that I am freed from all need for right thought or action at all, but instead am permitted to bask in the warm catholic rays of mercy of Karlist dialectical materialism — an insight so deep that all are completely freed from the bondage of human toil, suffering, and immiseration (if not old age, sickness, and death) — and now bound inextricably within the heart of the Mystery (or is it enigma, or riddle?) School of Marx, Dialectical Materialism (DM™), instantly transported to the heavenly realm of Mount Karl, humanity is freed to an eternity of ever increasing (or is it decreasing?) structuration, with no fear whatsoever of harmful imbrication.
For truly lostpup slothrup, Karlism is better than Carlism, or any other “ism” in the world. Ooops, compassion and understanding aren’t “isms.”
Posted by: Anonymous | Nov 17 2006 12:05 utc | 156
…but the imbrications of global capitalist domination are a big chunk of our daily structuration.
Ah yes…I believe I’m beginning to finally get it.
But could you please tell us what are the other “chunks” of our daily structuration? And how do these “chunks” differ from our monthly structuration, and our yearly? Or, rather, do these “chunks” lead us to structurate on an ever more rapid basis. And is it true, as I’ve heard, that Marxists structurate feverishly in the dark, finding valuation in mutual exchange relationships.
Having not read Marx since college, decades past — and, now in middle age, lacking the time necesary to commit the guru’s entire opus to heart, I am clearly unable to gain much from castleton’s slothrup’s cryptic musings — which themselves are eliptical distillations of the impenetrable cant of the master — the proverbial riddle within the enigma within the mystery, etc. If Marxists wrote the texts for Chinese fortune cookies, sloppyrump slothrup would have found his metiér.
What I am trying to say is that there is always a kernel of truth to rashslut’s slothrup’s insights, such as this one that the structural relationship of capitalistic exchange possesses an inherently violent nature, but these insights are never developed into a framework of knowledge, or a prescription for right action. Rather in rottenstunt’s slothrup’s inimitable “friendly” way they are used as poison darts which are cast down from Mount Olympus Marx, in order to destroy any dialogue or mutual exchange, and the learning, understanding, and compassion which might then occur.
Nevertheless, I find myself as strangely stirred within by soughtlust’s slothrup’s selflessly effacing and generous attempts to talk at me, if not actually down to me, as I am by his implicit imbrication implication that the perfection of Marxist satori is one which we all should strive to experience.
And yet, sadly, I am led to the conclusion that oddstunt slothrup is trapped in an autistic, solipsistic, universe where the perfect parabolas traced by his Marxist kensho, the deep insights of dialectical materialism, render the experiences of all others nugatory, and the poison-tipped darts of slatternrope’s slothrup’s unique knowledge negate the basic collective human instincts of all others for understanding, compassion and right action as useless, or worse, harmful.
Oh, great guru! Oh Bodhisatva slasher’up slothrup! I bow down before your illimitable brilliance — before a light so bright that I am freed from all need for right thought or action at all, but instead am permitted to bask in the warm catholic rays of mercy of Karlist dialectical materialism — an insight so deep that all are completely freed from the bondage of human toil, suffering, and immiseration (if not old age, disease, and death) — and now bound inextricably within the heart of the Mystery (or is it enigma, or riddle?) School of Marx, Dialectical Materialism (DM™), instantly transported to the heavenly realm of Mount Karl, humanity is freed to an eternity of ever increasing (or is it decreasing?) structuration, with no fear whatsoever of harmful imbrication.
For truly lostpup slothrup, Karlism is better than Carlism, or any other “ism” in the world. Ooops, compassion and understanding aren’t “isms.” My bad!
Posted by: Bob M. | Nov 17 2006 12:13 utc | 157
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