Friday, August 21, 2009

Who can hear the truth? - updated

Lamentations 2:14
Your prophets have seen for you
false and deceptive visions;
they have not exposed your iniquity
to restore your fortunes,
but have seen for you oracles
false and misleading.

When the wooden horse was being delivered, all the Trojans were exultant, save one: "Cassandra cried, and curs'd th' unhappy hour;/ Foretold our fate; but, by the god's decree,/ All heard, and none believ'd the prophecy." Oh, how Cassandra must have suffered. Imagine: she could see it all, the deaths of everyone, even herself, but because she refused to fuck Apollo, she was damned with the gift of prophecy, of being right but never being heeded. Think about that hell for a moment. Think about seeing the destruction of your city before it happens and then having to live through the actuality of it. Think about telling everyone you love that it is going to happen and then being ignored. All because a simpering god didn't get his rocks off. Eventually, Cassandra got used to it, though. By the end of her life, she merely accepted her fate.
--the Rude Pundit

He is writing today of Tom Ridge's non-revelation that Homeland Security alerts were elevated before the 2004 election to help get Shrub elected. No shit, Sherlock.

During the Bush years many of us could tell what was going down but the world at large would not believe. One could well feel like Cassandra.

Contrary to the popular understanding of Schadenfreude, there is no joy in being able to say, "We told you, motherfuckers, but you wouldn't listen!" It is only painful, distressing, and sad.

Watching today's horrors - crowds of screaming people parroting the lies they have been fed by those in power and their minions, lies that will help keep these same crowds in economic bondage and anxiety and unhealth - one wants to cry out, "Can't you see? That way lies death!" But they do not believe you.

Ἄπολλον Ἄπολλον
ἀγυιᾶτ᾽, ἀπόλλων ἐμός.
ἀπώλεσας γὰρ οὐ μόλις τὸ δεύτερον.

"Apollo, my destroyer, for you have destroyed me - and utterly - this second time." (Aeschylus, Agamemnon 1080).
Cassandra, naked, cowers at the feet of the image of Athena;
Ajax grasps her hair to drag her away
Attributed to the Kleophrades Painter
Naples, Museo Archeologico Nazionale 2422

Lamentations 3:17
My soul is bereft of peace,
I have forgotten what happiness is.

Clytemnestra kills Cassandra -
Athenian red-figure cup 430 BC

O God of truth, deliver us
for we are surrounded by lies
and our own hearts deceive us.

You may read more about the lies and deception at Informed Comment. The vileness has no end.

Why are they not behind bars?
--the BB

1 comment:

Göran Koch-Swahne said...

Amen, dear friend!

I've felt like a Cassander most of my life, seeing what's to come beforehand. And no one listens.