Friday, April 29, 2011
Al Qaeda Gets 'Frank'
"But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be--a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself."
- Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
"If you have given up your heart for the Tower, Roland, you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast. To be a beast is perhaps bearable, although the man who has become one will surely pay hell's own price in the end, but if you should gain your object? What if you should, heartless, storm the Dark Tower and win it? What could you do except degenerate from beast to monster? To gain one's object as a beast would only be bitterly comic, like giving a magnifying glass to an elephant. But to gain one's object as a monster - To pay hell is one thing. But do you want to own it?"
- Stephen King, The Dark Tower Vol. II, The Drawing of The Three
Monsters. They're not just in books (or those really bad SyFy Movies) any longer.
They are real. They are here. They will be with us always.
Last winter as TSA 'Body Scans' became BIG news, I had a thought born of a news broadcast. It was not a comforting thought. It was not a happy thought. It was a thought about monsters and the men who create them. I believe monsters don't create themselves, they're spawned of hate, science, and / or obsession.
As news folks reported endlessly about the technology being used to see your 'bits' under your clothing, I had my momentary crystallized thought of monstrous clarity. It was the by-product of an off-hand question asked by some frustrated-ex-model-turned-reporter holding the microphone to the TSA agent as she asked the question, "So, what exactly CAN you see with these scanners? Can you see internal organs or hip replacements, or anything similar to that? How strong is this new X-Ray system?"
The TSA agent's response, "No, you cannot see anything within the body, or below the skin - only the surface of the body is visible."
Following the logic then, anything below the skin or within the body is 'hidden'...
Here there be monsters.
I turned off the television, sat back in my seat and crossed my arms. I wasn't necessarily cold, but I had that, "A goose walked over my grave" feeling. Yeah, the goose was loose and that little fella was dancin' ALL over my grave. Unable to shake the feeling, I got up, walked to the back door, let the dogs out, pulled up a chair from the back patio and slouched bonelessly down as I pondered the thought which had just materialized within the twisted confines of my skull.
It turns out that I was not the only one watching this broadcast. Worse yet, someone else had the idea which had sprung into my mind from the interview. The Daily News put my fears into print in December - confirming that I was not the only one watching, listening, and thinking.
Curse you Daily New, curse you...
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