...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica

Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.

Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors



Una mas tiempo:
At 4am on Monday 24th February in a hotel in northern part of the city of Maracay in Aragua state, an individual of Middle Eastern origin and two other people were captured by the Bolivarian Security Forces (SEBIN). Aragua governor, Tareck El Aissami reported the evidence available at that time in several posts on his Twitter account, @TareckPSUV.

El Aissami stated that they had captured a “big fish” in Aragua who was identified as Jayssam Mokded Mokded along with two other people in his company, both of whom have military backgrounds and training.
In the raid of the hotel room the [Venezuelan] security forces found electronic communications equipment – 11 satellite phones for communicating with the US and Colombia – computers and documents linking him with companies in Miami. His vehicle, a Toyota Model FJ was armored with bullet proofing and in it explosives, a keg of gun powder and logistical equipment to set up barricades in the streets were discovered.
Arturo Rosales/AxisofLogic
Their mouths.
It's going to be harder and harder for some of us not to think of all this as a gravitational slide toward confrontation with pure evil. Because that's what it is.
Pure in the sense it has nothing compromising it, no moral ambiguity, no good but mistaken intention, just raw reptilian, worse than that but nothing animate works as metaphor, claws and poisonous fangs.
The masks are coming off, the comfortable delusions and rationalizations aren't working any longer, there's just personal conscience, the individual heart, and knowing there are others, even when they're not close enough to see and touch.
I envy lots of the ones who have close proximity to shared strength. It's distant for me, virtual all of it.
I know it's there, feel it, but the thing these men are functioning agents of is as close to me as anyone else is now. Closer sometimes.
This isn't about politics anymore, not economics, not even really moral ideas, it's about good and evil in their final essence.
None of us are as purely good as these men are purely evil.
An honest conscience can stall you with knowledge of its failings.
You have to get through that, take on the burdens of transcending your own weakness.
The twisted logic they bring against an honest acceptance of how flawed we are makes them inarguably right. Listen to them long enough and there is no evil, there is no good, just animal strength - theirs.
They're strong, even in their viciousness they have that. You can use it as an excuse to look away, to do and say nothing. That's surrender.
And surrender to evil leaves with you with nothing but further surrender, until you're with them, until you are what they are.
All the false polarities that have divided good people from each other are falling away, even as the noise rises in intensity. Even as the soft and confused see nothing through the blindness of their own encouraged selfishness.
It's going to get completely black and white, it almost is already.
There's no ambiguity now. Unless your cowardice provides it.

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