From the Top Down…..Let Slip the Dogs of War


Humans are funny animals. A very odd collection of consciousnesses, that together form a very odd Collective Consciousness. It may just be that there are cycles to these things, and that they will play out no matter what ….

Or it may be that we…on a level that we don’t fully perceive and certainly don’t understand, are all linked together. It may be that, at a deep primal, level we still contain much of our genetic past, that we are, despite our pretensions, still largely animal in nature. That we humans are pack animals, like our not so distant ancestors and so, at least to some extent, we are a Pack Consciousness. That we take our cues and make our decisions based at least in part on what the rest of the human pack are doing. That there is a pack morality as part of the Pack Consciousness.

More to the point, that we get away with whatever the rest of the pack will tolerate, what the Collective Consciousness will allow.

So it is not much of a surprise, then…that if the Top Dog, the Most Powerful Man In The World….the unconsciously recognized Leader of the Pack….

Is a warmongering bastard

That the rest of the Human Pack…on this deep unconscious level…will follow his lead. That when the Leader says that war is good, that war is allowed, that war is, rah rah rah, what the world needs now, it gives the rest of the Human Pack a subtle kind of permission. Was it Crowley who said, “What is not forbidden….is allowed?” Or is that a much older sentiment, amongst the Pack?

Or…these things could just run in cycles….or perhaps the events and consequences set in motion from one act of wanton lawless, senseless aggressive war making spread…like ripples?

You can certainly say that about this “small” act of war and chaos. Set in the Cradle of Civilization….where war most likely began as well. But in another, oddly? scarily? portentously? familiar location to the dogs of war, Belgrade, the sounds of barking are being heard again.

Standards, of decency, of behavior, of what is allowed…are set at the top. When war is not forbidden, it is allowed. When war is an option, that option will be exercised. When the Pack finally realizes that we do not NEED war, when WE stop allowing them…. perhaps then the pack can start to evolve, to move forward. But as long as we have Leaders who let slip the dogs at the first opportuity, the rest of the pack will follow.



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  2. im in favor of it…

  3. … when it comes to impeachment.

    To hold these goons accountable would have given a strong signal to the rest of the “pack” that the criminal violent behavior of this misAdministration would not be tolerated.

    Instead, the capitulation we’ve seen has given the green light to every tinpot dictator type around the world to continue with warlike behavior.

    Impeach.  Convict.  Imprison.

    • OPOL on February 22, 2008 at 18:55

    and I believe we’ve all been a part of that.  There may actually be hope for the future…if that damned worm will just turn fast enough.

  4. The first one…with the dogs of war.

    Somehow, it struck me very hard…

    we have harnessed the powers of flight – so long dreamed of by mankind- and our best and most loyal friend…

    for war.

    To use these most marvelous gifts in such a way…

    is part of our species madness.

  5. brought to you by the zombies of Congress. Thanks so much. Hell’s too good for you.


  6. Dennis wrote stories home about the reciprocal relationship that desert dogs, strays wandering outside border towns, had with Iraqis.

    “The dogs get to eat the Iraqi scraps and have a home in the middle of the desert,” he wrote in an e-mail. “The Iraqis get an incredible early warning system; these dogs hear anything approaching from miles away and go nuts and scramble to defend their territory.”

    While on patrol in the Anbar province, Dennis spotted what appeared to be a gray and white, male German shepherd-border collie mix. He named the dog Nubs after learning someone cut the ears off believing it would make the dog more aggressive and alert.

    Within weeks, Nubs was greeting Dennis during routine patrol stops along border communities. The Marines fed him bits of their food and by November, the Marine and his unit were keeping an eye out for the dog, which routinely chased their Humvees when they departed.

    Life on the run, however, was taking a toll on the dog. He had lost a tooth and been bitten in the neck. In late December, Dennis found Nubs near death in freezing temperatures. The dog had been stabbed with a screwdriver.

    Dennis rubbed antibiotic cream on the wound and slept with Nubs to keep him warm.

    “I really expected when I woke up for watch he would be dead,” Dennis wrote. “Somehow he made it through the night.”

    Dennis thought he had seen the last of the dog days later when his squad headed back to its command post some 65 miles away. He couldn’t take the dog with him and watched as it tried to follow the Humvees away from the border.

    Two days later, while Dennis and a comrade were working on a Humvee, he looked up and saw the dog staring at him.

    “Somehow that crazy damned dog tracked us,” he wrote Jan. 9.

    But the reunion was short lived. Military policy prohibits having pets in war zones, and Dennis was given four days to get the dog off the base or kill him.

    The decision was easy: Nubs was going to San Diego. The logistics, though, were anything but easy.

    With help from his Iraqi interpreter, Dennis managed to find a Jordanian veterinarian to get the care and paperwork needed to get the dog to the states. He also negotiated the red tape to get Nubs across the border into Jordan.

    His family and close friends helped raise the $3,500 needed to get the dog from Amman, Jordan, to San Diego, said his mother, Marsha Cargo.

    “I just can’t believe it. Out there in the middle of nowhere these two find each other,” Cargo said.


    • Edger on February 22, 2008 at 20:34

    I don’t really see much wrong with following a leader.

    As long as you choose the leader to follow carefully.

    Maybe a top cat is better than a top dog, though? 😉

  7. or appealing to the better nature of the bottom, seems the best for the top dog. I think one who sees the folly of unleashing the dogs of war and is willing to reign them in is sorely needed.    

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