Alas, the Grand Days of Aviation are even more Long Gone?

 From our latest Press Release:

PEACE ENGINEERING & PEACE IN THE COCKPIT

What, When, Where:

John H. Miller, director of Peace Engineering, presents a forum on our nation’s airline industry on Saturday, June 21^st, from 10:30 a.m. until 12:30 p.m, in the Aigler Auditorium on the third floor of the Carnegie-Stout Library.

Forum Topic:

Mr. Miller, a member of the Air Line Pilot’s Association, explains his Union’s program titled Save Our Skies (SOS): The national campaign advocating for policies that protect U.S. aviation jobs and the future of the U.S. aviation, which are at risk in a global marketplace that favors foreign, state-owned airlines.

About Peace Engineering:

Peace Engineering, Incorporated, was founded in Florida in 1982. The company’s purpose is to use all non-violent and lawful means to help develop peaceful conditions on Earth that give every human being equal opportunity to exercise basic human rights.

 About Mr. Miller:

Mr. Miller flew Huey medical evacuation helicopters in the Army and P-3 anti-submarine warfare aircraft in the Navy, and after founding Peace Engineering, began a career in civilian aviation, in which, as the result of industry deregulation wreaking havoc upon the lives of air crew members, John gained and lost employment with seven airlines.

To learn more, visit: http://millerispresident.blogspot.com

and visit: http://sos.alpa.org or here call us at 563-564-6221.

"Strange Reprise about Nuclear Love"

Oh, for Heaven's sake, we were giving it away...

And for Heaven's sake, frightening.

We at Peace Engineering are frightened, and rightly so. Even without knowledge of the nuclear arsenal, many components of which are decaying, and of the potential for disaster if even a tiny number of the the 17,000 weapons were used -- even without all that, we humans consider the world a scary place.

However, though frightened, we at Peace Engineering are still filled with optimism and resolve, and still recommend that in spite of the inherent dangers, Citizens employ critical thinking, and then move through that frightened stage to the activist stage during which we deactivate all those pesky nuclear weapons. Perhaps we ought term it the "deactivist" stage.

Last year, International Physicians for Social Responsibility reported that 2 billion people risk death from the catastrophic climate change following a nuclear exchange using only ½ of 1 percent of all weapons available. Worse, a full-scale nuclear war among the nuclear powers using all 17,000 nuclear weapons would end life as we know it.

"It's worse, Jim, Life is over."

From April 17th through April 19th, our director, John Miller, will be in St. Louis, Missouri, and Belleville, Illinois, to reprise a demonstration of what happens when one of those devices, particularly a weapon much larger than those used on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, detonates over a city.

As they say in movies and on TV, "Stay tuned for further details."

"When, in the which?"

From William Blake's Illustration of the Book of Job

Recently I wrote this to a media person who dwells in the realm of radio:

As they say in the South, "This mornin' Ah heard tell" that your program airing today features people sharing stories about how they became Democrats or Republicans -- kinda' like how they grew into their dresses and slacks.
During the program, I hope there will be discussion of thinking processes outside the traditional DemRep Box, especially now that my friend's Great Grandfather's sentiment, "Not a dime's worth of difference," is echoing more powerfully than ever, especially now that we, ten years later, review both parties' complicity in launching our little adventure in Iraq.
When I mention that I am running for president as an independent, Folks are overjoyed to hear that there is another alternative. However, recognizing the MSM's inability to pronounce any other party name more complicated than "demm-crat" or "pub-lickin", and considering Those Two are both fiercely attached to the Creature -- deserving of both less pronounceable names, Leviathan & Behemoth [1] -- about which President Eisenhower warned us, initially intending to use the phrase "military, industrial, congressional complex" (Italics mine.) -- in light of that, as the deluge of propaganda continues, there's little likelihood that Folks will soon eagerly announce, "Ah heard tell there's another political party!"
The man who saved my life in Vietnam goes further, heartily believing that Those Two are minor subsidiaries of that Creature; indeed, preferring the Behemoth, he metaphorically, most vehemently relegates the Republicrats and Demicans to hind teat. 

Note 1. Great site: < http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Behemoth >

And so, Boys and Girls, "Where are we? How far from the Apocalypse; how near to Armageddon; how soon shall we be on the Road?"

"Dad, tell me again what 'cannibal' means..."

Traveling that Road made more difficult by ravenous survivors? Who knows how soon the legendary words will be given the sardonic culinary twist: "When in the event of human courses..."

Bon appetit.

"Mencken, Montaigne & Twain, Oh My..."

Lewis Lapham's writing gives me pause, conceptual headaches, and now prompts me to examine my own inner zoo. As Mr. Lapham shares his tale of meeting a koala, which Homo Superiorus has always designated "furry, cute, and loveable", we learn that this particular exceptional creature will have none of the author's hubris and promptly gives him paws.

Edwina Pickles is the Australian photographer who shares with us the image of this beautiful, rightfully territorial, creature, which Pliny, writing long ago, considered far more exceptional than Homo Inferiorus. Mr. Lapham writes:

The studies of Pliny the Elder in the first century demonstrated to his satisfaction that so exceptional were the wonders of the animal kingdom that man by comparison “is the only animal that knows nothing and can learn nothing without being taught. He can neither speak, nor walk, nor eat, nor do anything without the prompting of nature, but only weep.”

I would suggest the tears of Homo Conqueratus are indeed crocodile, but that would be unkind to another wondrous creature.

Complete article here: < http://www.commondreams.org/view/2013/03/12-8 >

"Uh oh."

Uh oh, those pesky 99 per-centers have their hats and hands out again for those pesky entitlements.

Incredibly powerful art from another excellent Common Dreams article about income disparity:

http://www.commondreams.org/further/2013/03/06-0

"Brother, can ya' spare some cake?"

"Please stay."

To All who are considering suicide, please do not leave us. Please reconsider, and then stay with us. Stay with us, please.