Sounds Familiar …

I’m winding my way through a fascinating history called The Devil’s Horsemen: The Mongol Invasion of Europe by James Chambers. The most interesting parts thus far have been the passages describing Mongol horsemanship, as well as the accounts of military tactics and mobility that were unheard of at the time but are still practiced today.

That is, until last night, when I read this passage below. The Mongol army is preparing to invade Syria by first neutralizing the enemy’s neighbors on its eastern flank, the Caliph of Baghdad to the south, who at the time was the spiritual ruler of Islam, and the Ismaili Order of the Assassins to the north, described as “drug-crazed murderers” who were “unsupported by orthodox Moslems” and were hiding in impregnable mountain fortresses. (Al Qaeda- or Taliban-esque?) Here’s the description of Baghdad as the Mongols advanced:

“At last the caliph accepted his generals’ advice and ordered that citizens should be armed and trained and the walls of the city repaired, but his orders were delayed by his vizier and it was not until the day before the Mongols arrived that work on the walls began. In the sectarian quarrels that divided Islam, the caliph supported the Sunnites, but his vizier was a Shiite, and resenting the caliph’s persecution of some of his Shiite brethren, the vizier had been sending secret messages to the Mongols since the beginning of the negotiations, urging them to attack, describing the city’s vulnerability and offering his assistance in the hope that after the city had been taken he might be invited to govern it.”

The year was 1257. So the Sunni and the Shia have been fighting each other for control of Baghdad for at least 750 years. I haven’t finished the chapter to know whether the Khan’s army simply slaughtered the lot, or attempted to rule. The next chapter (the last of the book) is called “The End of an Era.” For Baghdad or the Mongols, I wonder …

Amphitheatre Variations

Blogger’s Note: I’m gonna send these out especially to Coach – perhaps she’ll like ’em …

curtain of rain – an
angry crow’s monologue sets
the chorus squawking

the lone wet crow cries
blackly at the sky – his rage
gains only laughter

stone courtyard: the crow
protests the feathery mob’s
murderous intent

Meditation on the Unity of All Things

So we’re eating dinner as a family, a rice, broccoli and cheddar concoction with beef. Quite tasty – even the kids seemed to enjoy it! Jodi and I were taking turns asking the kids what they liked best. Gabe is a broccoli hound, so of course, he said the green stuff.

“Gabe,” I said, “do you like rice, too?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Cheese?”

“Yeah.”

“What about dirt and sunshine?”

Gabe twisted his face into a question mark. “Huh?”

“Isn’t that what broccoli is? Broccoli takes nutrients from dirt and energy from the sun to grow – so aren’t you eating dirt and sunshine?”

Gabe grinned. “Yeah!”

I turned to Brendan. “And it’s that way with all plants. So if cows eat plants, isn’t beef dirt and sunshine, too?”

“Yup!” said Brendan.

“And if we eat broccoli and beef, aren’t we also dirt and sunshine?”

And then I stopped. I was acting silly, of course. But then I looked at Bren and Gabe laughing together. And at Trevor, smiling back at me.

Dirt and sunshine.

And the next morning, I watched Emma walking to the bus in her girlie clothes and grubby shoes …

And me. And you, even.

What are any of us except dirt and sunshine?

The Sixth Finger

I’ve found it! The clip I referenced yesterday. The one thing that ties the Obama gaffe, guns and violence, reason, evolution and everything else together! Come. Journey with me to … The Outer Limits!

Blogger’s Note: This clip is seven-plus minutes long. But totally worth it. And the other six segments are on YouTube, as well!

Bitter? Who, Me?

Let me get this out of the way right off the bat: I like Barack Obama. A lot, actually. We don’t necessarily agree on all policies all of the time, but I think he wants to serve. And as historic as electing a black president would be, I’m almost as excited about electing a Gen-X president. A little different perspective. A little youthful enthusiasm. A little optimism. And (I hope) a certain disregard for “the system” …

That said, I’m upset with Obama’s “bitter” gaffe. My disappointment, however, less because he characterized small-town folks like me as bitter than because he characterized religious folks and gun-owners as clinging.

Think about the implication there: That middle Americans are somehow so desperate in these dark days, so helpless in these hard times, that we cleave to our faith and our firearms. I agree that his words sounded elitist, as if the educational and economic opportunities afforded to the enlightened city-dwellers on the coasts free them of their need for such quaint notions and frontier relics.

Wasn’t it an old episode of The Outer Limits that featured a man who figured out how to speed his own evolution? Seems like his brain expanded to enormous size, he gained a digit, and he began to pity his poor human companions. Just at the point he feels he must put end their miserable lives out of mercy, he “evolves past violence” and spares them …

I am a church-going gun-owner and a reasonably well-educated voter. I am solidly middle-class, living in a small town that is quickly becoming a suburb. I know times are tight, but also that folks have it tougher than me almost everywhere in the world. I have guns to hunt. And I have faith for the spiritual gifts it brings.

I don’t think that makes me the desperate, clingy sort. On the contrary, I think it’s made me hopeful, helpful, and in some ways, resourceful.

I don’t think Obama meant his words quite the way they sounded, and it’s too bad that our political campaigns turn and turn again on one line, one word, one misstep. But it bothers me that this gaffe has been summarized as “the bitter quote.” “Bitter” wasn’t the half of it!