The Next World War

Let’s talk about the next war, shall we. This may not be a comfortable topic, or perhaps it’s one you think is a long way away so not worth the conversation now. As a student of history, humanity, and humor, I can tell you with a straight face, we’re now facing the next major war. This will be no Brush-Fire war on the scale of Iraq or Afghanistan, but one in which we’ll be fighting for control of the air, land, and sea in multiple theaters at the same time. It is the kind of war few in the world wish to contemplate until it’s already begun. It’s the kind of war we fought twice in the 20th Century. I can’t say exactly when or where it will begin, but we can talk about how it will happen, possible ways to prevent or limit it, and what it means for all of us. So, please join me as we think through our future, what it will cost, and what we can build if we happen to survive to see the other end of this human tragedy.

First, where we are today. From North Korea, the South China Sea, Iran, NATO-Russia frontier, and maybe even Venezuela based on some recent comments, we may be close to a multi-front catastrophe. We, as a nation, don’t seek out these conflicts, though some high within the administration would like to use them to galvanize support behind an unpopular and fearful President cringing with the ever encroaching approach of the special prosecutor looking into Russian election meddling which brought him to office. Expect the closer that prosecutor gets the more belligerency we’ll see from this administration. Lessons were learned by these folks when they fired a few cruise missiles into Syria back in April: Show some bombs and missiles, and the American people will line up, form up, and fall-in. This administration is counting on that wag-the-dog Pavlovian reaction when they need it most.

NBC had the chance to stop this when he was just a TV show character who grabbed woman’s body parts because he was a star. The Republican Party had the chance to stop this when he was a joke candidate no one took seriously who attacked judges, families of fallen soldiers, and war heroes. The American people had the chance to stop this when he espoused hate-filled propaganda and called it a candidacy for the Presidency of the U.S. Now, it’s up to all of these forces, aligned with the international community of democracies, to prevent a mad-man from literally going down in a blaze of (self-perceived) glory, and taking us all down with him. If we don’t stop him, the world itself, and all within it, will suffer the wrath of his hate-filled dystopian fantasy. Yet, there is hope.

No one knows when this conflagration will begin exactly, but it will be soon. When this war does start, wherever that is, the U.S. may initially look strong in that one theater of battle. We may even resist in two theaters at once, although we walked away from that doctrine more than 15 years ago. If we move to three, four, five, etc. theaters at once, we’ll be overwhelmed, especially without our allies, but that is exactly what our potential opponents would want to see.

This is where the power to stop such a war resides today: with our friends and allies across the world. Do not align with this administration. Do not enable them. Suffer the angry tweet. Suffer the change in trade policy. Suffer the malign barbs from within our political leadership. Stay true to the foundations of democracy, to the ideals of democratic governance, and to the ideas behind the world we built together after World War II. Don’t join this war on the side of this mad-man just because you have an alliance with the U.S. As a Fulbright Fellow who focused my work on NATO-EU relations, and a strong believer in the foundation of Trans-Atlantic Security being the bedrock of global stability, I am calling on our NATO Allies to protect NATO, but not let the U.S. drag the world into another World War. This message also goes out to our allies in Asia and the Pacific. Protect your interests, but don’t get dragged along to suicide by this clearly damaged individual and his enablers.

It’s easy to see NATO rallying against an opportunistic Russia, or Japan and S. Korea working with the U.S. against a nuclear weapon yielding North Korea. Yet, let’s not get into those fights, shall we? NATO, Japan, South Korea, Australia, New Zealand, other allies please work together, with the U.S. if you can, to prevent those threats from culminating into full-scale war. Remove the hostility and short-sightedness of our Commander in Chief from the equation and the world can probably work something out. Follow him down into the morass and we’ll all have to pay the price for his lack of understanding, inability to ask, and hatred of all who are not succumbing to his will.

If, despite these best efforts, the U.S. starts wars, consider where you stand. You may not feel you have the ability to stand to the side, nor may you want to see the U.S. defeated. I sure don’t, even if I don’t agree with the war. So, then think of how you’d engage without aligning with the aggressor. Think of how you’d fight if you were a co-belligerent rather than an alliance partner. Think of how you’d engage if a pretext for war was created by the U.S., but it didn’t actually fire the first shot. That is the most likely scenario, at least for the first in the chain of conflicts which will coalesce to form this new war.

Now, let’s come to the home front, a term introduced during the First World War when civilians became a key contributing factor in the outcome of that conflict. Our soldiers and (disproportionally huge numbers of civilians) will die from our having failed to prevent the rise to power of this mad-man and his sycophants, some of whom hope and want to bring about this war, having expressed such desires in the past. A nuclear exchange with North Korea, let alone China or Russia would be devastating to the United States, and any allies who join us in these conflicts. Yet, there is hope.

On the Home Front we can belatedly, although hopefully still in-time to save ourselves from any more grief, disable this mad-man from sending us down this path. We have the 25th Amendment which empowers those under the President to remove him from office. We have the process of Impeachment which, although slower, can have the same result. This path is difficult though, as the scared little boy inhabiting the body of the man titled President will strike out when he senses himself at risk and cornered. None-the-less, we cannot keep enabling him. We must prevent this disaster in whatever legal means are available to do so.

Those waffling on this idea because they would not want to see Mike Pence assume to role of Commander and Chief, I get you, but I respectfully wish to tell you to “Get off your butt!” Pence may disagree with almost everything for which I stand as a compassionate person who believes in the power of democracy to better the lives of all citizens, but I’d prefer him to the clearly disturbed individual inhabiting the oval office as I write this. Yes, he’d enact policies I’d disagree with. Yet, I’d be alive to disagree with them, fight him, over-turn them after the next election, and hopefully start rebuilding that democracy again.

If we cannot cut off this war before it starts, we then have to consider what to do once it’s over. No one knows what the world would look like after the end of such a calamitous human catastrophe. No one in July 1914 could have imagined what the world would look like in November 1918. No one in August 1939 could have imagined what the world would look like in August 1945. Yet, there is hope. Even after countless military and civilian deaths, humanity will endure. Those left will do what they can to rebuild and work together to prevent another such disaster in the future, strengthening the bonds which link like-minded nations together for the common goals of all. All of this depends on who survives. If those who led us into this human blood-bath survive then there is little hope for growth and learning from what occurred. If those who believe in cooperation, democracy, and the rule of law survive, we could again align as we did after World War II to build a better world. Therefore, plan how you’ll survive such a war. Where can you go? What can you do to secure your family, your values, and those of the country you love? How can we work together as communities to ensure everyone is cared for, safe, and able to contribute to the future we all hold dear. There is, and always will be, hope.

We will face this war, unless we can prevent it now. If we face this war alone we will lose. Whether we win or lose, many will die and suffer from what could have been avoided. None-the-less, there is hope all along the path through this difficult time. We can plan for how we’ll work to prevent, protect, then mitigate, if we have to, such human caused violence. Then, maybe, the lessons of history will compel us toward Peace.

Peace Please!

 

Jeremy Strozer

 

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THREADS OF THE WAR, VOLUME IV.

 

Birthday

They are all here!

Every one of my children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren pack the dining area of Ben’s Deli in Manhattan.

How Otto was able to reserve the whole restaurant, I don’t know.

“How did you do it, bringing us all together?” I ask my first son.

“Ma, we’ve been planning this for a while. Everyone said yes right away.” Otto replies back.

Named after the grandfather he never met, my son’s eyes are the same brown as my father’s.

I sit in the center of the room, a blanket wrapped over my legs.

My children, grandchildren, and many incredibly energetic great-grandchildren whirl throughout the large mirror walled room.

How many are even here? I can’t count them all.

What energy. What life. What joy!

“Happy Birthday Grandma!” Margot, my youngest grandchild softly taking hold of my hand calls out so I may hear.

Her pre-college schoolgirl look reminds me of Margot before we left Amsterdam.

We were lucky to end up in The United States.

Laughter, cake, and more cake energize the room.

I look over the gathering, seeing smiling faces, humor, and love. I see artists, lawyers, doctors, even writers like me. Engineers, mechanics, song-writers, a movie director, actors, and a Congresswoman all in one room, all from my family.

Who would have known such a story could unfold. A German girl, evacuated to The Netherlands, than again to The United States within such a short time finding love, starting a family, building a career focused on life and art, raising such children.

Turning toward Mark, I can’t help but cry.

He reaches out to me, his frail arms warmly wrapping around my body as they have for more than fifty years.

“Thank you,” He whispers in my ear.

“Me, I didn’t do anything.” I reply.

“Just being born, and then agreeing to be my wife. Just being here.” He declares.

Just being here.

 

 

 


Anne Frank’s father, Otto Frank, attempted to immigrate to The United States shortly after the family fled Germany for Holland. Here is an article describing the reason the family was unable to make that trip. 
This story asks you to imagine if Otto Frank had been successful in this bid to escape Hitler’s hate and Europe’s decline into blood-soiled war and human tragedy. Below you’ll see a blog post about this special day, and just one of the many millions of blessings to the world we lost because of such hate-filled anti-immigrant policies.



ANNE FRANK

Posted on June 12, 2017 by dirkdeklein under Anne Frank, History, Holocaust, Pre WWII, World War 2

Anne Frank would have turned 88 today so on her birthday what better time to reflect on her life.


I will focus more on her younger years prior to her diary. So much has already been written about Anne, I doubt there will be anything new in this blog, it is nevertheless important to remember Anne and through her all those who perished.
Annelies Marie “Anne” Frank  born 12 June 1929.

(Anne Frank’s birthplace, the Maingau Red Cross Clinic)

Born in Frankfurt, Germany, she lived most of her life in or near Amsterdam, Netherlands, having moved there with her family at the age of four-and-a-half when the Nazis gained control over Germany.
The roots of the family of Anne Frank can be traced back to the Judengasse (Jews’ lane) in Frankfurt am Main. From 1462, this was the ghetto of the city. All 110 Jews who had previously lived in the centre of the city had to move there. At either end of the lane were gates that were closed on Christian holidays.

In 1925, Otto Frank married Edith Holländer, the daughter of a wealthy industrialist from Aachen.Her ancestors had moved to Germany from Amsterdam. Although the Holländers were not orthodox, Edith’s father was a prominent member of the Jewish community. They ran a kosher household and attended synagogue regularly. The Franks, on the other hand, were assimilated Jews. After their honeymoon, the couple moved into the house of Otto’s mother Alice. Otto’s sister Leni, her husband Erich and their two sons Stephan (1921-1980) and Bernhard, known as Buddy (1925), were already living there. Otto and Edith Frank’s older daughter, Margot, was born in 1926 and their younger daughter, Anne, was born in 1929.



On January 30, 1933, Hindenburg, President of the Reich, appointed Hitler Chancellor of the Reich, and as early as April 1 a boycott against the Jewish population came into force. SA commandos occupied the entrances to Jewish department stores and shops, and prevented access to law firms and medical practices owned by Jewish citizens.
The Franks also decided to leave Germany. Otto Frank moved to Amsterdam in 1933, where he set up a branch of Opekta-Werke. In 1934 he sent for his wife and daughters, Margot and Anne, who were eight and five years old, to join him in Amsterdam. The family settled down well into life in the Netherlands.


When the German army attacked the Netherlands in May 1940 and then occupied the country, anti-Jewish laws were issued there as well. Jews were increasingly limited in their professional and social life. When Jewish children were no longer allowed to attend the same school as non-Jewish children, Anne Frank switched to the Jewish Lyceum.
For her thirteenth birthday on 12 June 1942, Anne received a book she had shown her father in a shop window a few days earlier. Although it was an autograph book, bound with red-and-white checkered cloth and with a small lock on the front, Frank decided she would use it as a diary,and she began writing in it almost immediately.

In her entry dated 20 June 1942, she lists many of the restrictions placed upon the lives of the Dutch Jewish population
Miep Gies and Bep Voskuijl found Anne Frank’s diaries after the family had been deported.

The women were secretaries for Opekta-Werke, where Anne Frank’s father had also worked, and were members of the group of helpers who had hidden the family.
Miep kept the diaries in the hope that she would be able to return them to Anne Frank one day. When, after the war, she found out that Anne Frank had died in the concentration camp, she handed the notebooks and loose sheets to Anne Frank’s father Otto Frank, the sole survivor of the family.

My Ten Minutes with Donald J. Trump

Entering the Oval Office alone, he notices me sitting in the polished mahogany chair at the head of the two couches behind The Presidential Rug.

“What are you doing in my chair?” he demands while puffing his chest and pushing his heavyset body past me toward to chair behind the desk.

His go to method of communication is intimidation, but I will not be intimidated.

“Donald, please sit down next to me on the couch, we need to talk.” I reply in a neutral tone.

“I’ve got work to do, GET OUT OF HERE! You write mean things about me. I don’t want to talk to you.” He retorts, standing his full frame over me to scare me with physical presence and size.

His presence is an opportunity.

I rise and turn, placing my right hand on his heart and my left around his shoulder.

“I love you Donald. America loves you. The World Loves You. Please sit down and talk.”

“How can you love me when you are against me?” he asks as his body slowly makes its way toward the couch.

Still holding my arm around his shoulder, I reply “That is what true love is, the willingness to say to someone ‘You’re hurting yourself and others.’ Without honesty, the rest is just brownnosing.”

“So, all of my staff is just brownnosing me?” He inquires, sincerely contemplating the question as his body settles down into the couch.

“I can’t say that, Donald, but I can ask, ‘Where does it hurt?’”

He looks at me, surprised by the question.

“I don’t have time for this.” He shuts down, attempting to stand.

My arm still on his shoulder, I ask “Donald, what are you running from?”

His big eyes look up at me from below, a glistening tear appearing from inside the right, then the left.

“I just want to be loved,” he mumbles, wiping away the tears.

“You don’t need to wipe them away. Let them flow. You are loved.”

“No, that’s not it. The crowds, the house (as he waves around us), the sycophants all around. They don’t love me.”

“No, they don’t. They love your character.”

“Then who loves me?”

“Do you love yourself Donald?” I ask.

“OF Course I Do!” he retorts before thinking a moment. “It’s too much! The briefings, the attacks by the media, the protests, the demands for decisions. I don’t want to be the character anymore.”

“The character is not the one who’s loved. You, the real you, that is who is loved. Is that the one Ivanka talks to?”

“Yes, she is the only one who knows me.”

“Yes, and she loves the real you, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, but no one else sees me.”

“No, they see your character, don’t they?”

“Yes, at all the events, on TV, in the Press, even with the Steves and Melania. It’s always the actor playing the part.”

“What are you hiding?”

“I’m really a nice guy!”

“What are you running from?”

“They were not there for me?”

“Who?”

“My mom. She wasn’t there for me. She didn’t give me the love I needed.”

“Where was your dad?”

“He wasn’t there, ever. I never measured up. No matter what I did, I could not make him love me. He left me millions, but never a hug, an ‘atta boy’, or even a hint of approval.

“Is that what this is about, love from your mom and approval from your dad?”

“Whether I was nice, or mean, I never got approval. I only received support when I was ruthless.”

“Support?”

“Money.”

“I see, so the money flowed when the character showed.”

“Yes.”

“So now the character dominates, but that’s not who you are inside?”

“That’s right. If only all these people knew me. All the hate. All the bad press. All the attacks about decisions I make when I’m scared. I don’t want this job. I just want to campaign with the adoring crowds.”

“But they love the character.”

“At least it’s something.”

“No, Donald, it’s just sugar. Adoring crowds will turn on you the first minute you go sour. Yet, we all love you. Not as the character, but as the real person.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are not anti-Semitic are you?”

“Of course not!”

“But your character, he kinda is, right?”

“He needs the support of some.”

“This is what I’m talking about Donald. Be the true you. You don’t want to be a bully do you?”

“No, I hate it!”

“But it pays in terms of getting what you think you want, right?”

“Yes, but it always goes away again.”

“Exactly, because it’s sugar. It’s so sweet, but it causes cancer. The real you; the loved you; you’re a good person underneath. Show that person. The crowds will be of a different sort, not high on the sugar you’re offering and consuming, but based on the true sense of love for another person who cares enough to be real with them.”

“I’m scared. What if they don’t like it.”

“The ones who fawn over you now won’t. But the rest of humanity, the ones who really love you, they will. It’s not about the crowds though, is it? What matters is how you feel inside every moment of every day. Are you being true to yourself?”

“I can’t be.”

“Know that you can. Have the confidence to be your true self. You will be loved for it, and not just by your daughter who sees you beyond the shell, but by all of humanity who wants you to shatter that shell and set yourself free.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know. It’s scary to be real.”

I stand up to leave.

He reaches out his hand, grasping mine with sweaty palms.

“I’ll do it.”

“I know you will Donald. I love you.” I offer, as I raise him up with my hand so he’s standing before me.

I embrace him tight. His head rests on my shoulder for a moment.

Steve Bannon walks in from the side door of the Chief if Staff’s office.

Donald straightens up. In character he shouts “No get outta here!”

“The world loves the real Donald” I say, as I walk out of the Oval office without looking back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This piece was inspired by a podcast from Tara Brach. So much suffering in the world is caused by children not receiving the nurturing they need. How many of the world’s wars, famines, and plights can be cured with loving parents, or loving reparenting? I don’t know, but a good place to start in from those who are in the positions to make some of the most damaging decisions.

 

Spiritual Reparenting (2016-12-07)
Tara Brach
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Published: Sat, 10 Dec 2016 01:52:43 +0000
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Another way to consider this is the fable of Androcles and the Lion. A good way to learn about this can be done here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-NiJzwdN0Y&index=4&list=WL