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Americans, voting with
their feet, seem to love to sit through violent and brutal war movies as a
diversion and a release – perhaps to exorcise vicariously what most of us
wouldn’t actually do or risk doing in real life – that is, “kick ass”. And to
have any kind of decent (or read, if you will, suitably indecent) war movies to get our blood
pulsing satisfyingly through our veins, we’ve got to have a “kick-ass” military,
one that only lives to (again, please excuse me) “kick
ass”.
And in our country
that is (like most) controlled by flows and attached mandates of big – truly BIG! global money, if you’ve got a big
honking war machine, you’ve got to give it a lot of stuff to do, and that stuff has
got to repay its controllers and direct beneficiaries by eliciting beyond
enormous, humungous sums of money in
gargantuan transfer payment from taxpayers – transfer payments that go to
military interests so huge as to beggar and crowd out totally a whole lot of the
rest of the items once rightfully in the federal budget in order to pass (and
largely without either comment or the least restraint) the monies in normal
times reserved for normal operating expenses into the pockets of the BIG! though demographically hardly
existent global financial élite.
On top of all
that unconscionable truly filthy lucre, or blood money, if you will, they
“enjoy” the benefit of all of the enormous plunder realized, the great opium
cache, the even greater petroleum cache, whatever other gold and cash they can
commandeer from the gains slavishly garnered for them by the patriotic troops
we’re all so browbeaten to support.
Note, their field
soldiers, the “grunts” –literally, their
grabbers – most often subsist on food stamps and later, if they make it back
home, have to demonstrate and scavenge for even halfway decent medical treatment
and off-street housing in return for all they’ve gone through (or, as an option,
simply blow themselves away), while the benefitting élite – our true enemy – continue to binge in
their plunder of the treasury and economy of their own decimated country as well
from offices on Wall Street (and some, it’s true, in London or Zurich), a
country which they apparently despise so much they spit nonstop on all of us.
And so, what do we the people get from all of the steady, often covert military
operations in the end? We are rewarded prodigiously with ever more war movies,
the twin burdens of taxes and darkened dreams, a crumbling infrastructure and
environment, long-term deep debt for something we never wanted, hatefulness
pervading our very laws and an angry and sour still-spreading ambience of
deliberately-planted chaos.
You can come after me
with a machete for saying it, but there is no greater lie in our whole vast and
every-growing vile lexicon of such than, when referring to America’s soldiers,
to say that they “serve their country”. Wish that it were so! They were, for the
most part, at least at some point or other, deceived into thinking that they did
– when, in fact, they serve or have served for the perceived “benefit”
(discounting the eternal cost to their cast-iron souls) of the heartless and
shameless financial and mega-corporate (same thing) élite, who surely must get a
thousand-plus-fold return on their “donations” into the campaign “war chests”
(so aptly-named) of their crass political lackeys. For that system is what the
“land of the free and home of the brave” we all revered growing up – Americans
or not, probably – has devolved to.
And 9/11 – so much
ballyhooed in their rhetoric and fashioned into the beginning of all else in
terms of dirty and despicable deeds that they’ve done and continue to cover up
with their hugely paid lavish daily lies. Their propaganda arm goes on creating
scenarios and explanations that wouldn’t pass muster in children’s books, so
that 9/11 has in actual fact become but a fiery blip – a single bright star in a
growing galaxy – in the unrolling, unending saga of pure evil that royally
sustains and condemns this infinitesimal élite alone.
Young black MSNBC
reporter Jonathan Capehart recently said on air, “I remember being given ‘the
talk’ that my country was not what I had thought it was, and crying my eyes
out.” He was referring, of course, to America’s deplorable dearth of racial
justice. But, seriously, have Americans by and large lost their capacity to be
moved, repulsed, to cry? Because, “the talk” in an only slightly
different moral depravity context, in the sort of terms I’ve couched it in here,
and even far more unsparing and shocking, is what my countrymen and –women need
to absorb over and over, syllable by syllable, echoing from every mountain-side,
until they finally get it. And then, let freedom and the bell of justice
ring!
JH:
4/3/15
