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If you’re familiar with the language of Astrology, and perhaps even if you’re not, you may wish to view the Horoscope of the Kent State Massacre of May 4, 1970 with today being its 40th anniversary.
As you know, in mundane charts an angular planet is a prime suspect in cases of death but at 12:34 pm on May 4, 1970, Kent Ohio, there isn’t one angular planet (Moon/Mc), there are two…Jupiter Rx in Libra at Ic, opposing Moon in early Taurus.
All discussion on governmental abuse of power, Richard Nixon (its poster child), Kent State, the chart itself, and other related topics will be warmly welcomed if you can manage to navigate Blogger’s commenting requirements and proffer your insights concerning the above-linked post.
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We may as well face it for it’s just as true in 2010 as it was in 1970: Speakin’ Power to the Man can be dangerous for your health. And the crazy-makin’ part is that dissenting is one of the most “American” actions anyone can ever take, thanks to our country’s founding when freedom-loving Uranus was traversing thoughtful, communicative Gemini.
To me it seems the anti-war protests of the 1960s and 70s in the US held a Venusian values competition to prove who deserved to be ‘right’ – student protesters taking the higher ground of moral values now lost, or the establishment fighting to maintain its power structures and the status quo where it led and the masses meekly followed.
Add to that a backdrop of the titanic Pluto-to-natal-Neptune power struggle underway then for America and you have a combustible brew of dynamic energies too hot to readily handle.
The Kent State Massacre is the kind of old and still-open wound that youth-worshiping America prefers to look away from in horror as we rush to retreat into our national Sagittarian nature (ASC in the Sibly chart) which chants the Jupiter Mantra each day and imagines there’s always a new quest to seek and fulfill…just over the next horizon.
Only in this case, the ‘next horizon’ was merely a campus hilltop in Ohio where a cadre of National Guardsmen took aim and fired their weapons at unarmed students by authority passed through a chain of command that extended like a monster’s tentacle into the highest office of the nation.
And they called him Tricky Dick for good reason.
The news of the death of Woodward and Bernstein’s WaterGate informant, ‘Deepthroat’ has put me in mind of a post from August 2007 which I posted for the occasion of the 33rd anniversary of Richard Nixon’s resignation.
You’ll find a few notes on the resignation horoscope, on small-man Nixon’s natal chart, and a link to his actual letter of resignation (time-stamped – perfect for an astrologer!) to the then-Secretary of State, Henry Kissinger, plus, some personal notes from my days as a DC resident during WaterGate when Dick and Henry stunk up the place like the swamp it’s built on:
Mark Felt died in his sleep yesterday, his Deepthroat code name already revealed in his book and in Woodward’s, so one chapter is closed on the criminality and over-reach of a US president.
Now we’re stuck with the blowback of the neocons and the stinking swamp of their world domination dreams.
Just found a well written review of the new movie, Frost/Nixon, a film about the David Frost vs Richard Nixon interviews that ground on for 28 hours as taped.
I remember watching the melee between the preening presser from the UK and the disgraced US president who had festooned my favorite city (DC, as we called her then) with the gloom, disappointment, and anguish of Watergate.
And that doesn’t count the humiliation we-the-people suffered with the scorn from the rest of the world due to our usual national hubris and puppy-dog-tail-wagging Be My Friend demeanor. Aw shucks.
Nixon’s psychotic “if the president does it, it’s not illegal” argument is the sort of thing we’ve been encumbered with once again within the last few years, as urged on and coordinated by Cheney, and cheer-led (is that a word?) by ex-cheerleader, George W. Bush, the mouthpiece.
Frost/Nixon recalls the brilliance of David Frost who came to life toward the end of those hours with laser focus aimed directly at a practiced sidestepper pickled in snake oil who drenched himself with the V for Victory sign…or, wait a minute…maybe he was shovin’ the Flower Power peace sign at us – from the escape helicopter’s shadowy steps.
Presidential irony seldom pans out for the people…it’s usually at our expense. But most Americans, and perhaps others as well, recognized that a couple of traditional things were glaringly missing as Milhouse left town – the tar and the feathers.
Anyway, it was with agonizing relief that we watched the helicopter that carried him as it churned away into the sky – and we couldn’t help but notice an immediate lightening of atmosphere and mood about the place. If you’d ever wanted to say ‘Good Bye and Good Riddance’ to or about anyone, Nixon’s departure in shame was definitely the time to speak up. His drunken bwa-ha-has had permeated and soured our neighborhoods while making mockery of any trust anyone ever had in him as president.
If you think I over express on the Nixon matter, it may be because you weren’t there at the time. But the Saturnian old is the Uranian new, so Presidential trespasses are of the moment, aren’t they?
So now it’s December 2008, and a movie is released…
That this film on the subject of presidential over-reach is airing itself in public now when Bush is about to slink away from the scene of his Oval Office crimes seems fitting for the collective’s benefit to have a thespianesque demonstration of how to be indignant when your country has been decimated by rotten, fraudulent leadership of the megalomaniac kind.
Closer to the truth? If the American people do it, it’s not illegal.
And all side-windin’ politicians? They need to pay their own legal bills.