Miguel d’Escoto’s Inclusionasry Logic of Love:
As world leaders continue to dish it out on hot global affairs during the 63rd session of the General Assembly, I found myself re-reading Miguel d’Escoto’s statement upon assuming the Presidency of said session on September 16th. Strong words. The world would be a much cooler place if just 10% of what he’s calling for ever materializes anytime soon. Not that I am cynical or anything, but…heck, I am cynical.
This is the suicidal madness in which we find ourselves. Wake-up calls, whatever their form and no matter how brotherly their spirit, always make some people uncomfortable. However, in view of the dangerous excesses of human behaviour, these wake-up calls are imperative. Our basic problem is an ethical problem. Simply stated, we are not treating each other or the natural world as we should.
In addition to the capacity to forgive, we must all rediscover our role as stewards of planet Earth. Little by little, we humans, especially those of us in the West, have rebelled against our vocation of stewardship, our reason for being. We have increasingly turned into arrogant landlords, believing that we have absolute rights over what has been entrusted to our care and management for the good of all
At the United Nations, the word “democracy” is becoming increasingly empty, with no real meaning or substance. Take for instance, the 45-year-old United States embargo against Cuba. Even with a majority as overwhelming as 184 votes to 4, this patently unjust and universally repudiated embargo remains firmly in place. If the opinion of more than 95 per cent of the membership of the United Nations can be so casually ignored, of what use is this General Assembly? This is a question that deserves some thought. How can we be content to say that we have democracy simply because we have the “one nation, one vote” rule? What good are votes if they can be ignored or have no real consequence?
It is all well and good to preach democracy, but it would be better still for us to put it into practice, right here, at the United Nations. It makes no sense to wage wars of aggression that kill hundreds of thousands of people with the purported aim of supporting democracy, while at the same time using every imaginable means and pretext to prevent a process to democratize the United Nations itself.
Weird subway story:
A couple days go on my 80-minute commute back home, the train was somewhat crowded (not rush hour crowded). I was seated (unusually), had the headphones on and was consumed in reading something. You know how narrow subway seats are, and there is barely any space between your seat and the next, so you’re basically squeezed shoulder-to-shoulder with whoever is seated on either side? It was like that with a guy who was really into his music to my left, closed eyes lip-syncing and all, and a girl in gym cloths to my right. But then half the number of people on the train disembarked at some station, including Mr. Music Fan, and I moved to the now empty seat to my left in order to, you know, make some space. That’s when the girl to my right turned to me and said:
Subway gym girl: Are you mad at me?
Me (looking at her, then behind me, than back at her): Excuse me?
Subway gym girl: Are you mad at me or something?
Me: Ahh..umm. No. Why would I be?
Subway Gym girl: You moved away.
Me: Umm, just making space, you know.
Subway gym girl: Okay.
Me (stupidly grinning now): Okay.
I love NYC subway.
Am I that generic?
So three people who do not know each other told me that I look “exactly” like one of their friends (in one week). Two showed me pictures of my look-alikes. Scary thing is: these guys did look like me (well, the two I saw pictures of at least). Hmm. Bummer. So I am not a unique snow flake. And neither are you.
You shower using a sponge? That’s weak. Real men use Axe’s “shower tool!
So I was buying toothpaste or something at some supermarket, when something on the shelf caught my eye. Something dark and ominous in a sea of pastel-colored, perfumed liquid soap containers. Upon closer inspection, the object in question was identified to be Axe’s Detailer Shower Tool. It’s black and red, with what appears to resemble propeller blades on the edges. Because real men use nothing less than a tool to clean up. Not a sponge, not a loofah, but a friggin’ tool.
P.S. Fellow UN intern Rebeccah has a blog which you should check out.