Sorry Sisters of the Status Quo

Maui–Where Flowers Perfume The Boots That Crush Them

by Raphael O’Suna

People are so attached to the past; the traditional; the
accustomed; that even when a known evil disappears, there is
lamentation.

Sugar not only produces harmful calories, it is a recognized
toxin to the liver and contributes to an epidemic malady–diabetes.
Its production not only contaminated the soil, the water and the air,
but exposed workers to harmful working conditions. Yet, the
reactionaries among us lament its passing.
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Agon

More than one million people witnessed the confrontation between Robert Kennedy and Jimmy Hoffa, when the latter appeared before the “Rackets Committee.” In addition to the TV audience, the hearing room was packed.

It is hard to imagine that anyone who saw the sparks fly between these two would forget the encounter. Or would have failed to sense the hatred between these two. Fierce, insolent, insulting, almost vicious attacks and expressions came from Kennedy. He had moved way beyond civility and what might have been expected.

Or normally permitted. He seemed personally, emotionally and purposely combative. As if he was to mete out punishment right there. Hoffa had not expected to be harangued, badgered and shouted at. Kennedy relentlessly questioned the union boss. He attacked Hoffa’s veracity, memory, dignity. He purposely insulted and belittled the mobster.

Hatred collided with hatred between the two men. Hoffa was a thug. A man of violence and crime. Kennedy had all the proof he needed. Still, Kennedy was doing the bullying.  

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When The Hour Strikes, A Messenger May Come From Another Kingdom

by Raphael O’Suna

I arrived at my forest cabin on a December afternoon, ill-prepared for that first winter. There was gloom in the trees and mist; shadows on the forest floor; then rain and darkness. By the time I had lit my kerosene lamp, the cold had penetrated the bare, damp cabin and the body of a confused young man.

My nearest neighbor was about two miles away. He was a very old Russian man. When I had told him of my hermitage in the forest, he told me a story. It was a Christmas story, because we were fast approaching Christmas Eve.

He said that there was a tradition in the great forests of Eastern Europe and Russia, that on Christmas Eve the animals would come out of hiding and approach the houses of those with pure hearts. As I left that day, he called out: “Don’t forget to look for the animals!”

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Elder Hobbles Through The Rubble Of Old Maui High

Class of 1955

by Raphael O’Suna

I sit among the ruins dripping their lonely fate,
Roosters off in the distance screech in a fiery haste.
All around the birds clip the air with the cookie cutter’s song.

A tree stands open, sweeping out, around,
It is an eye cup to catch a star.
Its many thousand branchlets veering from each aside,
Speak to the agonized heart itself trying to keep alive
Each of its many precious, pressured vessels
Whose pathways are clogged inside.

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Toxic Smoke–The Bane Of Burning Cane On Maui

by Raphael O’Suna

One often hears that cane smoke is not harmful, and that burning cane has been done for a long time. First of all, as any thoughtful physician will tell you–all smoke is harmful.

The plastic and pesticides that go up in flames simply add to the toxic smoke.

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Report On Modern Stewardship Of The Earth, excerpt

by Raphael O’Suna

Fish and forests have been decimated. Birds have died from man-made chemicals. Trees have been cut and animals slaughtered. Everywhere wealth has been turned into capital and consumption. Man has killed the mobile and damaged the immobile. He has polluted, spoiled, eaten and overused nature’s bounty.

He has quantified and monetized not only the necessary, but also the rare and sacred. He has traded, hoarded, or simply deprived of life and habitat, all in its path. Men have been cunning, calculating, commercially-oriented and lacking in conceptualization and abstract thought.

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Chemo

by Raphael O’Suna

A 53 old female friend of mine underwent her first, of eighteen, chemo therapy treatments last week. Two days later, while sleeping, she awoke screaming. Clutching her heart, she told her husband that the pain was too great to bear.

She then rolled back her eyes and became unconscious. The husband kept calling to her trying to comfort her and bring her back. After several minutes, she returned to consciousness and related several things which resembled a near death experience. The next morning the husband called one of her doctors.

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