I recently read Hans Bethe ’s take on Dyson in The Road to Los Alamos.
Bethe says that Dyson was first to ” prove that renormalization theory gives finite results in all orders of perturbation thoery.”
And Dyson convinced Oppy a short time later.

http://www.iranpressnews.com/english/source/030750.html

Why should the American people, which make up about four percent of the world’s population, control the rest of the world using military force so that they can enjoy a higher standard of living than other countries?

We need to radically change the way our world operates. Countries like America and Israel are anachronisms.

The Scandinavian countries have the right idea.

Times such as these need incredible courage, sense of moral outrage, and belief in our inalienable humanity to bring the monstrous Goliath of Imperial America, vicious, hateful, illiterate, arrogant and thoughtless beyond measure- to proper accountability before the powers of goodness, decency and justice. With unchecked military power with unlimited weapons of mass destruction in the hands of a mega-idiot with unlimited appetite for murder- NO ONE IN THE CIVILIZED WORLD IS SAFE.

Like the monks of Burma- people in vast numbers must take to the streets and face the instruments of violence thrown at them by the gangsters- and thankfully, many are. But many, many more are needed- until such time as the gangsters are rounded up, and tried for their immeasurable acts of crime and hatred.

It was so bad, it was good.
You had to love it.
There wasn’t much else
Except the test pattern.

Everybody smoked cigarettes while they watched rasslin.
My Mum puffed away on Phillip Morris.
My Fathah sucked up two packs of Old Golds a day.
I ran to the drug store when they ran out.
Clouds of smoke choked us in our living room.
Clouds of smoke even choked the rasslin ring.

Good guys and bad guys rasslin in a victorious Merica.
The “boys” were back home from the good war.
The Goddamn Krauts were whipped.
The Japs were all burned up from the Bomb.
Oh Boy, did our boys give it to those bastids.

The boys had been nourished by Spam.
Spam was embalmed meat in a crazy tin can.
Spam helped to win the war.
Merica was strong and powerful because of Spam.
God gave Spam to Merica.
Rasslin, television, and Spam
Helped to make Merica what it is today.

My Mum was real smaht about Spam
And she solved the I-hate-Spam problem;
“If it was good enough for the boys, it’s good enough for you.”
I felt so guilty for hating Spam.
I felt even more guilty for wanting to puke.

Step over toe-holds and hammer locks.
Forearm blows, and more forearm blows.
Argentina Rocca with his rolling take-downs
Gentle giant Yukon Eric, handsome, blond, and pure of heart.
“Yukon Eric is mad now,” my Fathah said.
“He hates dirty fightahs.”
And Yukon Eric would crumple “the dirty bastid.”

The mysterious sleeper hold.
My Fathah loved the sleeper hold.
He squirmed in his chayah.
“Yup, he’s goin to sleep,
He’s goin, he’s goin, there he goes…”
Then the captured flailing rassler would stop flailing
And collapse in a lifeless heap on the canvas.

The bad guys always got their comeuppance, almost.
And they got it good.
There was an evil bald Kraut named Hans Schmidt.
Really mean and ugly with a thick Kraut accent.
Everybody hated Hans Schmidt.
My Fathah hated Hans Schmidt so much that he wanted to kill him.

We had real champ-peins for the working class.
My Fathah always pronounced it “champ-pein.”
Vern Gagna, the pure champ-pein, without a wart or blemish.
A body builder with a big chest and good diction.

Frankenstein Hans Schmidt won the first battle.
“That Schmidt used dirty tricks,” my Fathah said.
Vern Gagna destroyed Schmidt unmerciful in the big re-match
Even though Schmidt tried every dirty trick in the book.

We watched rasslin and hated Commies.
The Commies were bad and mean, but we had the Bomb.
We could blow the bastids to Kingdom Come.
Everybody knew that we had a big one.

Then the Commies exploded their big one
Now, we hated the Commies even more
Because they had a big one, too
And they hated God.
Then the Gooks swooped into Korea like ants.
We knew the Commies wanted all our stuff.
The Commies were out to destroy the whole world.

The hated Commies had no humor, just bombs,
Like humorless murdering Merica today.
Murderous Merican crazies are rasslin for real.
Merica is snarling and waving their big one.
No humor, no reason why, just bombs
The big one and the big hate.

Everybody watchin rasslin on television in 2007.
It’s the sleeper hold again.
“We’re going, here we go…
We’re going, going, going…”
Everything smoking, everybody choking…
Burning up like Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
The big sleep for everybody.

I think Iran is and must be secondary. You can read about Iran in the New Yorker, the Washington Post, or the NYT, if you’re a reader. But right now, our only edge –whether our self-image is writer or activist, whether we’re gutless or brave — is: Stop the F-ing Machine in Iraq.

Silence and acceptance of evil is a form of nihilism that puts us at risk of losing our humanity.

We must choose life.