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And of course it was invoked yet again by our Democratic "leadership" the other day as they caved yet again. Hell, they're only the majority party; what would you expect? But I've got bigger issues on my mind today.
Personally, and flame away if you must because I can certainly see the other side of the argument... Personally, as I say, I don't support the troops.
Never much of a flag-waver, the few drops of child-like patriotism I had left have long since evaporated, victims of decades of watching the ruling class do its perpetual hatchet job on the rest of world, with the gleeful and well-paid assistance of whoever's in political power, and using the US military to fight proxy wars solely to expand corporate America's bottom line -- over and over and over again, from Indonesia to Iran; from Chile to Greece. The list is depressingly long and shares one primary attribute: In all cases, the US has intervened against nationalist movements that advocate land reform, reestablishment of public services while reversing the damage wrought by IMF and World Bank "privatization" requirements, kicking out the elites, or at least redistributing their wealth and nationalizing their businesses and/or land holdings, and so on.
Rather than siding -- even once -- with the good guys, the US always comes down on the side of bloody dictatorships with a long record of murder, torture and "disappearing" members of the opposition, and who represent the kind of rapacious capitalism that's the organizing economic principle in the continual transfer of rapidly dwindling wealth from the lower 95 percent to the upper 5 percent of elites.
And to the raging murderous madmen in this administration, the "troops" are just replaceable killing machines whose sole purpose is spreading terror and death over whichever country of little brown people happens to have the desired oil reserves or a well-developed US corporate infrastructure that needs to be shielded from the peasants with pitchforks. And represents the best odds of rapid conquest.
The Lancet reported last week that a careful study of the calculus of carnage suggests that about 655,000 Iraqis have been murdered by "our troops" in some shape or form -- whether lined up and executed, bombed to pieces, randomly shot in the head or heart, "accidentally" wiped out at some wedding party or farmers market, slaughtered by grenades and surface to surface hand-held rockets, crushed under demolished buildings (with schools and hospitals favored targets), shot randomly on their way to or from work (what little is left in an utterly ruined country with almost no surviving infrastructure) or, perhaps saddest of all, murdered because they're of the wrong Islamic sect, victims of a sectarian and class war "our troops" unleashed and which there's no way to put the cork back in the bottle before hundreds of thousands more have died because one idiot's version of Allah is better than the other idiot's version. And the single, unbroken thread that runs through five years and counting of wholesale slaughter and systematic obliteration of the former infrastructure is the destabilizing presence of "our troops."
And we're not talking about some little jerkwater country with no real identity or reason for continued existence. We're talking about the Fertile Crescent, the birthplace of writing, where plants and animals were first domesticated and where farming first competed with and then replaced the hunter-gatherer model. From there, this "package" of domesticated grains and herd animals spread east and west, changing the way people obtained food, creating food surpluses, which then allowed the growth of non-food producing classes like scribes and artisans and, unfortunately, a warrior class -- modern US representatives of which stood by and watched as rioters looted or destroyed irreplaceable artifacts dating back more than 6,000 years, some of the oldest human creations anywhere in the world.
The ancient Mesopotamians probably had debates about "supporting the troops" back then, some resenting the fact that the warrior class spent its time sharpening spears and pikes while most of the rest of organized society did the back-breaking work that produced food for the spear-sharpeners. But as usual, you can imagine the right wingers winning the debate by manufacturing some external threat that, if left unchecked, would overrun their (town, hamlet, village, agrarian community, etc.) and eliminate their cherished freedoms, commit murder and mayhem, rape their women and steal their animals, and generally turn the cradle of civilization into just another sorry disorganized large-scale slum.
But back to the theme: This stuff doesn't happen in a vacuum. The primary, and perhaps only, objective of American foreign policy since the late 18th century has been to negotiate diplomatic solutions to issues of tariffs, trade, border disputes, preservation of peace (or temporary lack of war) -- with the advancement of US business interests always, always, always the only real objective of US diplomats, and with the US military ready and willing to act as the enforcement arm of the US corporate agenda -- the iron fist inside the velvet glove.
And that works some of the time, although there's a huge difference between deploying troops as a final, desperate measure and gleefully shipping them around the world to whatever flashpoint happens to need a little more fuel so it can erupt into the traditional mass murder crime scene we've all come to equate with the end game of American foreign policy.
But "our troops" aren't innocents. They're not particularly stupid; rather, they're representative of the range of intelligence and political awareness found in the general population. They are poorer than the US average for adult men in their age range, which makes them more susceptible to promises of economic betterment. And they're far more gung ho than the average American. They tend to believe that "Army of One" crap, as well as the ads for technical skills training.
They also tend to believe the doctrinal American creation myth, which ignores the slaughter of native peoples, minimizes slavery, justifies western expansion with the phrase "Manifest Destiny," and, most importantly, hides the naked aggression with which US imperialism deals with the rest of the world, hiding behind positive though nonsensical concepts like "spreading freedom," "exporting the American dream," "preventing the spread of (insert current despised social system here)" and "making the world safe for democracy."
And who gets to do all this spreading that our bottomless arrogance tells us the world is just salivating for? The troops we're supposed to be supporting.
I've always despised militarism, particularly the "SIR, YES SIR" horseshit and bouncing quarters off the bedspread and straight shirt button alignment and all the rest of that phony "character building." I've despised the rifle range, close-quarters combat, and training on 43 ways to kill a guy with just a credit card and a set of keys. I hate black ops; I hate overt ops.
I really hate the fact that the US came out of WW II with the world's only functional A-bomb and, when the USSR exploded their first test model in 1949, rather than calling it even and shutting down further R&D, the US went nuts and used the Soviet bomb as the excuse for massive military buildup, further research into fission-based killing systems and so on to our current inhuman arsenal. Google NSC-68 for a quick education on how the US designed and built the mechanisms of the Cold War, and conned the US taxpayer into paying for it.
Anyway, I keep getting off-track here, but my point is: Somebody has to pull the trigger, align the bomb sites, push the button, aim the tank turret, position the Semtex, ambush the wedding party, fuel the jets, chauffer the latest four-star yes-man, maneuver the Blackhawks into position for the kill, and generally try to screw up anything they can get their hands around or weapons sights locked on.
Somebody's got to keep volunteering to keep doing BushCo's killing. Somebody's got to disable their conscience long enough to avoid crippling cognitive dissonance, at least for one more trip to the killing fields. Somebody's got to scream "SIR, YES SIR" when another demented drill sergeant inspects the plush desert accommodations. Somebody's got to sign the paperwork and step across that line (if they're still doing that with all-volunteers), and get the cheese-ball recruiter his bonus.
Without "our troops," BushCo's adventuring would be impossible. Without "our troops," BushCo would have to farm the whole thing out to Blackwater, which might not be all that bad an idea from BushCo's point of view but would sure break the rest of the treasury.
As they used to say, "It's not just a job; it's an adventure." Well, it's not an adventure, either. The job description of any member of the military anywhere in the world is, simply: "Kill or be killed at the whim of the Commander Guy." Any nonsense about an army of one or advanced training or preparation for life in the technical world -- just lying hogwash designed to lure the suckers into the maw of the world's mightiest mass murder machine.
Finally – and this is the one that always makes readers insane – the higher the US body count, the better chance the Iraq disaster will end sooner rather than later. War must have serious real-world consequences if it's to penetrate the thick skulls and wandering attention spans of average Americans. Body bags – or “transfer tubes,” as the Department of Official Euphemisms and Bubbly Happy Talk has dubbed them -- tend to do the job rather well.
So flame away if you feel like it. It’s taken me five years to get reconciled to this position, and a flame post isn’t likely to change that in 30 seconds. However, you’re most welcome to try.
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