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Monkeys at GTMO & my little parish

Seems not even one day can go by without some contact from some intelligence service or agency or contractor or whathaveyou. Yesterday, there were a number of encounters, but the most memorable was yet another logistics guy, you know, delivery guy, you know, of detainees. Over the last while I think I’ve gotten to know really a lot of these guys spanning the last number of decades. Why is that? They’re all the same when they’re legit. I’ve seen this in a best friend. I’ve seen it in those I know are legit… super smart, reasonable, balanced, calm, able to take things in, fearful of nothing, able to do anything physically, super smart, able to give an incisive critique, loyal, patriotic, one who would lay down his life for you in a second, one who can’t tolerate stupid on a team where smarts in everyone count in order to stay alive, not boasting, but rather humble, but totally able to smack anyone down by getting those others to push themselves for betterment to their utmost and then beyond that… Did I say super smart?

He’ll be going to work for me during the next couple of weeks on an especially dangerous project – only because it’s what he loves to do in down time for recreation and only because this job was recommended by a friend – not anything necessarily to do with intelligence mind you, but it will admittedly for him put all his skills to the test. Not everyone can be a monkey, or take care of monkeys for their own best interests. It’s something I used to do in the seminary which needed an extreme sports person, one who was willing to take risks.

Interestingly, he mentioned the monkey-cage thing in Zero Dark Thirty down in GTMO, and then made some incisive comments on the accuracy of the film. I made some hypotheses about the personages depicted by various characters. He did his best not to say anything, and he didn’t, but this totally caught him off guard. It was the nanosecond look in the eyes which told the entire story when I mentioned the present employment of one personage depicted by one character and then the present demise of another personage depicted by another character. ;-)

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“You’re a ‘hotbox’, Father George!”

zero dark thirty hotbox torture

Enhanced interrogation can include the hotbox, which you can see pictured above on the right. The front side flips down and the person is crammed inside in a fetal position for a day or two. Really, really, really horrible. The hotbox itself doesn’t do anything, but certainly attracts the attention of the one inside of it, others having done that.

There are many definitions of hotbox, some related to growing cannabis, some to enhanced interrogation, some to solitary confinement, etc. However, in prison, a ‘hotbox’ is a prisoner who is constantly being surveilled, that is, more than others. For some reason or other or none, he’s got the attention of the powers that be, with the guards and administration always in his face. It’s not that he’s done anything wrong. It just is what it is. Entertainment. Perhaps a psychology module for continuing education.

Today I protested to Father Gordon that he might be more blacklisted than he already is if he’s associated with me, even though I’ve never met him, and only do some logistical things for him. He dismissed that, laughing, saying the worst of what he thought of me, which, he being good and kind, isn’t bad at all. He said: “You’re a ‘hotbox’, Father George!” After he explained what that meant, I protested: “I didn’t do anything!” He said, laughing again: “That’s what they all say!”

Ha ha ha.

If there’s supposed to be something annoying about being a ‘hotbox’ I haven’t noticed. I mean, if it’s not one thing then it’s another in life, right? If anything, it makes life interesting. Oh, that’s right. That’s some sort of Chinese curse, you know, to have an interesting life! I always thought it was fun. Make me the ‘hotbox’! Make me the ‘hotbox’! Me! Me!

I always did like extreme sports, doing things others avoid. It’s a No Fear! thing.

Be careful what you wish for.

How Kryptic can one be?

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Metallica: Nothing Else Matters (Analysis of the lyrics)

This mere cover version of James Hetfield’s “love song” Nothing Else Matters is by Scala & Kolacny choir. Sorry, but I don’t like Hetfield’s version even though he wrote it, and I don’t like how Metallica plays it. Scala & Kolancy bring it to life.

I give the lyrics a totally, utterly different interpretation, which I’m sure no one else in the world would agree with, perhaps because it’s now associated with Zero Dark Thirty, which is, oddly, one of my favorite movies. That should tell you something about me. So, it should be no big surprise that, for me, the lyrics seem to be swimming around in the head of someone being tortured to betray all that is good and holy, but he/she is remaining loyal, entrenching in loyalty, no matter what, no matter what.

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So close no matter how far [still oneself despite whatever tactics of every possible type of dissociation are used]
Couldn’t be much more from the heart [that is, loyalty existentially identified with our very selves]
Forever trusting who we are [and, to me, this trust would also be religious, our true identity continuing to shine in Christ Jesus, who provides integrity, honesty, He remaining faithful, as it were, even if we would be unfaithful, which He saves us from]
And nothing else matters [exactly]

Never opened myself this way [never betrayal, never compromise, no frustration, no despair, no caving in]
Life is ours, we live it our way [because given to us by God, our way being the natural law, the goodness and kindness and integrity and honesty and respect for others that is given to us by the Lord]
All these words I don’t just say [indeed: Jesus actually stood in our place, the innocent for the guilty, tortured right to death, therefore having the right in His own justice to have mercy on us, that is, that we might have within us a love and truth stronger than death itself]
And nothing else matters [exactly]

Trust I seek and I find in you [speaking to Jesus]
Every day for us something new [we’re trained in and grow by leaps and bounds by just being faithful in whatever circumstance that God’s providence or permissive will lets happen to us for the most excellent reasons of mercy founded on justice: as the Master, so the disciple; for when one person is loyal to all that is good and holy, especially under the most trying of circumstances, that is itself an act of intercession for the good of all mankind right before the throne of the Most High; nothing goes unnoticed by God; the death of His faithful ones is precious in His eyes, we needing only to the faithful no matter what]
Open mind for a different view [in that daily learning in whatever circumstances we are like little children rejoicing in ever greater expansiveness of spirit as our Lord lifts us up from the quagmire of this world, intensifying love and truth within us]
And nothing else matters [exactly]

Never cared for what they do [torturers have nothing on a love and truth stronger than torture, stronger than death]
Never cared for what they know [which is nothing, even if particulars are correct; knowledge of the facts doesn’t equate to understanding, to intensity of real life]
But I know [exactly, in the Lord; well put]

So close no matter how far
It couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

I never opened myself this way hey
Life is ours, we live it our way hey
All these words I don’t just say hey
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play [mind games cannot be won in adverse conditions of torture; don’t even try; rather, count on deep loyalty, a matter of love, love of country, love of self, love of neighbor, love of God: love cuts through mind games; it’s like Jesus tempted by Satan  in the desert by way of mind games about power, and Jesus answering with love and respect for His Heavenly Father. Hah. Loyalty all the way.]

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know, yeah yeah!

So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters.

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