Terrorism thrives on Carcasses of Complacency. Saddam
Hussein is a living carcass, Terrorism waiting to become mulch.
Should we embalm his body or bury it so it can recycle? Find out
how to not be a Carcass of Complacency.
4, 2003—Ground Zero Plus 630
The Carcass Of Complacency--Saddam
Editor, New York City Combat Correspondent News
GROUND ZER0, New York, New York--June 4,
2003-- According to Merriam Webster, the word "carcass" appeared
around the 14th century. Its roots come from Old French,
"carcois and Middle English, "carcays."
decaying or worthless remains of a structure......"
It has a number of variegated meanings including
"dead body," "the decaying or worthless remains of a structure, "the
underlying structure or frame of something."
Also, it means "corpse."
Another meaning is "remains from which the
substance or character is gone."
Looking up similar meanings close to the word,
you arrive at body, cadaver, cold meat, corpse, framework, hulk,
loved one, mort, remains, shell, skeleton, stiff.
What's the point here?
Well, it's a simple one. Saddam
Hussein is a carcass, a living one. This may well be
considered an oxymoron--a statement that is contradictory in nature,
such as "deafening silence."
A living carcass?
The metaphor was expressed by my
cousin, Pat McPherren, a computer software troubleshooter who was
visiting my wife and me from Chicago last evening.
He was relating a story about a woman
whose husband was dying of lung cancer, and how she nonmaliciously referred to him
out of earshot to family members as "the carcass."
(left) & Cliff McKenzie, touring East Village soup kitchen the
Catholic Worker, founded by Dorothy Day during the Depression for
the city's homeless.
Our conversation had been a raft of
subjects, much of which was centered on the issue of death and dying.
It was one of those talks where you express your opinion about how you
deal with death--is it an eternal end of all life, or a momentary
pause between the degeneration of life and the replanting of it in
Take an old dried up leaf. It
"dies" and is crushed into a billion pieces, forming what
horticulturists call "mulch." It returns to the earth as
"fertilizer," spawning new life, feeding the earth with nutrients.
Humans, in their attempt to
immortalize life, embalm themselves or burn their bodies, robbing the
earth of the nutrition of death--the "mulch of life."
Nature, however, uses death to ferment new life, cycling the remains
of its creatures. It suckles the nutrients of death to create a
sprig life, a bud that will one day flower.
Our conversation was
illuminating, for it involved our own lives. I survived
colon cancer nearly a decade past, and my wife survived breast cancer
three and a half years ago. Pat's father is ill and we had
just been talking about the World Trade Center attack, and the loss of
3,000 lives. I was relating to Pat my experiences in
Vietnam, where I had seen many deaths and participated in the
destruction of human lives, reminding him that more than 2 million
died in that war, Americans and Vietnamese.
We were talking about the hush-hush
of the American government over the number of deaths in Iraq.
To date, there has been no "official kill estimate" of civilians or
the "enemy." In Vietnam and most other wars, accountants buried
in headquarters kept accurate and sometimes inflated tallies of all
"enemy kills." It is war's scorecard, either issued
directly or ultimately by history.
In other words, the idea of "carcasses" was
the subject--whether it be us as individuals dying of some disease or
old age, or victims of wars, pestilences or simple accidents.
I laughed at the word "carcass.
Pat signed my
'advance directive' as a witness
It seemed ironic to me that one human being
would refer to another as a living carcass, but then I thought about
it. Pat was talking about not having a will, and my wife,
in the midst of the conversation, pulled down some medical
documents--a living will--on which was listed my desires for
disposition of my "carcass" upon death. She needed a
witness for my signature, so Pat witnessed it.
We laughed at the morbid nature of the
conversation, and the even more morbid idea that we all faced death as
part of life--that we were all "living carcasses."
My thoughts swung to Saddam Hussein and his sons.
In the most recent Time Magazine, there was an
extensive article on the backgrounds of Saddam's two sons, and how
they represented their father's worst qualities--one a known rapist
and torturer of innocent people, and the other a mass murderer who
personally executed those who opposed his father to seek favor.
There was also a report that one of the
sons, Uday, had requested asylum from the U.S. if he turned himself
in--a gift of life that will surely not be granted since Uday's head,
along with that of his father and older brother are prizes destined
for the end of stiff hangman's ropes, or bullets sharpened with the
tip of revenge by those who lived under the tyranny of Saddam's rule.
All three are, in the words of a
woman whose husband is dying of lung cancer, "living carcasses."
Quasay Hussein: living carcasses?
But then, all of us are.
Some of us may live longer than
others. Many will die natural deaths. But no one
will escape the final "mulch moment."
So in that sense, we are "living
But the most terminable of all living
carcasses today, is without doubt, Saddam Hussein and his sons.
Alleged to still be alive, the three will
be hunted down and found. If they haven't elected to turn
themselves into carcasses, they will be by the hands of justice.
The Living Carcass of Saddam Hussein!
Perhaps that's why the Olympic Bomber
suspect Eric Rudolph gave no resistance to the rookie cop when he was
arrested scavenging a garbage can. Eric may have known he
was a "living carcass."
But what about Osama bin Laden?
Or Kim Jong Il? And the Hussein Butchers of Baghdad?
How long can they live out of garbage
cans before they realize their mortality isn't immortal?
Hussein's living carcass will meet with a horrible death
Some believe the Beast of
Terror is immortal, that he mulches the earth and recycles, popping up
here and there throughout history, constantly twisting the good into
bad, perverting the idea of humanity into a pretzel of inhumanity.
Vigilance, on the other hand,
sustains itself with equal force. While those who
oppose the war in Iraq, or try to foul the reasons we attacked Iraq on
the grounds that we haven't found mountains of Weapons of Mass
Destruction, need to look back at the pages of history.
Evil--the carcass of it--has always met with a horrible end.
Saddam's living carcass
will meet with such a death.
Life will be sucked from
his bones by some force.
And, hopefully, the
Sentinels of Vigilance will embalm and bury him so he cannot "mulch"
the earth with the WMD of Fear, Intimidation and Complacency--the
Triads of Terrorism
Become a Sprig
As far as the rest of
us--we who embrace Vigilance--perhaps we shouldn't fear death.
Perhaps we should be eager to die on the grounds our bodies will not
embalmed, but rather returned to the earth to decompose in a natural
state, to feed the soil of humanity with Courage rather than Fear, to
fertilize Conviction over Intimidation, and to remind the sprigs of
life that when they bud, their goal is to do the right thing for the
Children's Children's Children rather than to fall victim to
Terrorism's Complacency and become "Living Carcasses of Complacency."
We won the war on Terrorism in
Iraq by not being Carcasses of Complacency.
Let us not die on the vine.
Take the Pledge of Vigilance
today. Become a Sprig of Vigilance.
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