What do we do with the United States? The power which stands at the headwater where all the powers of the new technologies of power, communication, energy, are now converging? We are in a sense back in the nineteenth century: read Churchill's account of brave men (Dervishes) dying out on the plain at Omdurman while the handful of the British force and their allies just kept on feeding the machine guns. In a day or so, back in 1898, 11,000 dreams of life and the future were turned into corpses rotting in the heat of the Sudan sun, as against a few dozen on the other side. What do we do with this monster? There are many within it who share our recognition of the carnival of misery which is about to be unleashed. At least 100,000 died in the first gulf war. How many are planned to die now, burnt in their apartments in Baghdad and Basra, others left to starve, their fathers' bodies melting in the heat of thermonuclear charges? I have lived less than forty years on this earth, and in that time I have never felt before this apprehension of such evil about to be done. All my energies each day are seized by the hope that somehow I can stop this holocaust unfolding. I burn, I burn, careless of the eyes in the machine which watch this witness. I burn, I burn, hopeful that the living hearts and minds in that machine might turn against the evil and find in themselves directions towards which they might guide some human end. How do you confront the spector of another Hamburg or Dresden, another Hiroshima? How many bodies must burning on the roads of war before you learn to betray the old lies which have enslaved you? Learn to rebel, my friend, and you know who I am talking to, and you will achieve that greatness of being which when you were younger you hoped would be your aim.