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Aquarian
Weekly 6/25/03
REALITY CHECK
FINAL
ANSWERS FROM THE "ROADMAP TO PEACE"
Man is a Religious Animal. He is the only Religious Animal.
He is the only animal that has the True Religion--several of them.
He has made a graveyard of the globe in trying his honest best
to smooth his brother's path to happiness and heaven. - Mark
Twain
I
have been on the road for more or less this entire spring promoting
and discussing my new book, "Trailing Jesus", and because several
people are terrified about speaking too deeply on the subject,
and because the fanatical culture goons have escalated their daily
mutilations in Israel, my publicists have decided it would be
a good idea to get me on the radio and in the newspapers and in
the bookstores talking about Strife in the Middle East.
Sure,
why not? Campion was nuts enough to visit a war zone to chase
ghosts while holed up in the desert frantically taking notes on
the back of Palestinian propaganda sheets and cocktail napkins
from the King David Hotel; why don't we crank up his acid tongue
and have him chime in on the matter?
That's
entertainment.
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People
- not ideologies or governments or religions - people, who
just want to send their kids off to school without gas masks
or their husbands off to the office without a flap jacket
or head down to the local grocery for dinner without the
very real possibility that they will die, simply want to
live. Not for God or country, just live for what is: a possibly
vibrant and relatively safe life with friends, family and
loved ones.
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Yes,
this is why some weeks back a blathering simpleton from CNN radio
had me follow up his ten-minute monologue on the merits of another
peace process, neatly entitled "A Roadmap to Peace" or some such
insipid nonsense, with a dose of the old Reality Check.
That's
when I whipped out my Twain Quotables and dove in for some fine
wisecracking country wisdom. Because if there is one thing Mrs.
Clemens' baby boy knew something about, it was the madness of
the human psyche and its most lethal crutch, religious fanaticism;
religious fanaticism with a smattering of world-weary providence.
You
want to hear the palpable results of unloading a taste of Twain
on an unwitting talk show host: Welcome to the silence of the
stunned.
"But
Mr. Campion, there is more hope now than ever before," the poor
bastard stammered after the engineer repeatedly screamed at him
to say anything to fill the dead air.
"Hope
is a concept for the grotesquely rich Hollywood types and dumb
struck southern senators who have the luxury of getting their
morning paper without losing limbs," I said.
More
silence.
"But
would you have us stand by and watch these people kill each other?"
"I didn't realize I was speaking to an us."
"Would
you have the world sit idly by and watch the parade of death and
destruction?"
"In
a perfect world perhaps the forty-seventh peace process will stick
when motivated by the same tired rhetoric and photo ops, but in
the one we're forced to work in, it isn't really making the grade,
is it?"
"But…"
Blah.
Blah. Blah.
I will now write down for posterity what I told that lovable CNN
rogue two weeks ago, and every kind and hearty soul who meandered
out to hear me speak on matters of metaphysical mayhem and applesauce
for the past weeks, and that is whatever politics and debate and
carefully worded rhetoric has come down the pike in new and improved
packaging, the fact still remains, peace in the region is futile.
UNLESS.
Unless
those involved are willing to let go of their eons of religious
and cultural madness about whatever God promised to what sibling
of Abraham and what is the birthright of generations of dead soldiers
for Allah and Yahweh.
And
we all know this is not going to happen.
See? Futile.
Peace
processes in the desert are as perfunctory as mirages for those
not used to the heat descending from the vast unwavering landscape
before them. People not used to being inside of a desert, or who
have not lived with the kind of lunacy that passes for righteousness
in Israel right now, cannot begin to pontificate on peace or political
compromises.
This
is not, nor has it EVER been about politics. It is not about sovereignty
either. If so, matters should have been settled in 1967. What
no one wants to admit is that the playing field is fixed for a
result of total annihilation or bust. And certainly no one - and
I cannot stress this enough - no one that is not part of some
freedom-fighting plan on the West Bank or treaty wrangling in
the Israeli government cares who is victorious.
That
is something I can tell you first hand, something I have broached
in this space before. People - not ideologies or governments or
religions - people, who just want to send their kids off to school
without gas masks or their husbands off to the office without
a flap jacket or head down to the local grocery for dinner without
the very real possibility that they will die, simply want to live.
Not for God or country, just live for what is: a possibly vibrant
and relatively safe life with friends, family and loved ones.
I
know this because I spoke to these people, Jew, Christian, Arab,
Armenian, Buddhist, Hindu, and Atheist. They're out there. Many
are the victims of this circle of savagery that will continue
long after those who read this, and the caustic jerk who is writing
it, will be dust.
And
that is why promoting a book about finding the real Jesus among
the reams of drivel written and perpetuated in his name for centuries,
and talking about peace processes enacted by countries and armies
and politicians is as insane as the person failing again and again
with the same action and expecting a different result.
Insanity personified.
There
will soon come a time to put down the flags and the religious
garb and the Torah and the Qu'ran and begin talking to each other
as people, real people, not factions of cultures that were purportedly
promised land by pie-in-the-sky concepts dreamed up by patriarchal
con artists. Either that, or I hope those left standing after
the final carnage will have won something for the correct God.
Until
then, enjoy your sideshow to reality.
I
abstain.
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