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Looking for a perfect e-stocking stuffer for children of all ages?  Visit

Meet Pablo the Clown, a sad lad who became a clown of renown through the kindness of his good friend Diego.

“A History of the Universe” is a true account by Edward, the oldest Electron ever, who told it to Tom, who vouches for its veracity, audacity, and perspicacity.
And “The Curious Tail of the Benevolent Wizardly Lizard,” the story of Jake Greenbritches and his fantastical adventure, wherein many lives were saved and much hoop-de-doo was accomplished.

A splendid e-time is guaranteed for all…

The word God comes from an old German word for ‘the good.’  

We resurrect the good every time we recall the ancient notion that prayer (ora) is made manifest in our work (labora).  

Let us use our tools prayerfully.

Blood Sacrifice; Passover/Easter in the USA, 2013 
~Tom Mahon~

The blood of lambs on lintels; the blood of a savior on the cross; the blood of our returning vets.
Always and everywhere, the blood of innocence is shed for the many.
We still celebrate the long-ago sacrifices of Passover and Easter; why not our own vets now?

See them come home; from Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan.
Bodies, minds, spirits broken; many beyond repair.
They might yet become the paschal lambs, the agnos dei of our time. Or not. It depends. On us.

The blood of the Paschal Lamb produced milk and honey, forty years on;
The blood of the Christ became living bread, forty hours on;
Will the blood of our vets yet secure mercy and justice in the homeland? Seriously, will it?

For even now, the big green machine gears up again. The next war looms. 
Iran, Syria, Mali? It really doesn’t matter. 
We are a nation of war-junkies, on the howlin’ prowl for the next blood fix.

We’ve been continually at war since 1945, and haven’t won one since. That’s not an accident.
We never meant to win them. Joseph Schumpeter had it right:
Great powers don’t start wars to win them. And they’re too god damn profitable to wind down.

We squandered so much blood and treasure to secure our business interests abroad.
And left the homeland to rot out inside.
Bad enough we sacrificed pubic health, education, welfare and infrastructure. But the moral order, too?

Now we prepare to toss another generation of our young onto Mars’ pyre.
The war-as-profit-center publicity machine is busy spinning up the new ‘big lie.’
And ‘the Street,’ with its Midas touch, will continue spinning blood into gold.

Pause, in this week that celebrates sacrificial lambs, to reflect on Isaiah’s suffering servants.
They are among us still. And we forget them at our peril.

"Who would believe what we have seen?
They grew up like saplings before us, watching Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers,
So routine, we scarcely noticed them on the playgrounds and in the malls

"In boot camp they became accustomed to hardship and infirmity
They were those from whom we turned away when we saw them in airports:
Their lean bodies, their sandy uniforms. And those eyes: anxious on going; haunted on returning.
And we looked right through them, in search of a Jamba Juice.

"We have gone astray as a nation, like fattened lambs: complacent, smug, 'exceptional.'
And the Lord laid upon them the guilt of us all.
Tho they were harshly treated, they opened not their mouths

"Like lambs to the slaughter, like sheep to the shearers, they marched off in uniform.
And who gave a second thought to their destiny.

"They have been cut off from the land of the living,
And smitten for our comfort;
Struck down for our apathy.
Tho they had done no wrong, nor spoken any falsehood,
They paid for our indifference.

"If we forget their anguish, and their loved ones’ agony, we don’t deserve them.
If we continue refusing to learn from them, we make inevitable that which is bearing down on us."

Ten years ago this week I was invited by the U.S. State Department to address 150 Fulbright Scholars from other countries studying in the United States.

My topic was “Appropriate and Inappropriate Uses of Technology.”  When I got to the hotel in San Francisco that morning I asked my State Department contact for guidance.  “You realize,” I said, “that I will cite our government’s impending launch of ‘shock and awe’ on the civilian population of Baghdad as an egregious example of inappropriate use of technology.  But I am also reluctant to bad-mouth my homeland before future leaders of other countries.  What’s your advice?”

The State Department official looked at me as one does when explaining algebra to a rock, “Tom, we want you to be controversial…  and also diplomatic.”

I had one of those sudden epiphanies, the kind where a complicated issue becomes blindingly clear.  Controversial… but diplomatic?  And while I’m at it, stay round but embrace squareness.  And let darkness shine forth as light.

The clarity was excruciating: this war’s lost before it’s even begun.  Issues of life and death, of war and peace, should not be left to functionaries, apparatchiks, and the profoundly incurious.

The only thing necessary for dummkopfs to flourish is for everyone else to remain uninvolved. 

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I invite you to visit my Facebook site: Occupy Technology, a resource by and for people who want to reclaim a human and humane handle on our tools, in order to create a more just and civil society.

The existence of existence is wonder enough; 
that existence can reflects on its existence is over the top.

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Regarding the video I posted to YouTube yesterday, "Infinity in a Grain of Sand" (Infinity in a grain of sand...), this weekend's Wall Street Journal reviews a new book titled The Universe Within by Neil Shubin. The review, by Sam Kean, is titled "Seeing Ourselves in a Grain of Sand." The book and video cover the same theme: there are worlds within worlds within worlds; and all of cosmic history is in everything we touch and in everything we touch with.
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