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3 de Octubre, 2007
A Moment, Before We Bomb—
Categorized under Guerra , Iran , Iraq the Casbah , Política Estados Unidos , Signs of the Sixth Sun , Terrorizing la Gente , Violencia | Tags: Iran, war on terror
CHANCES ARE GOOD, given what we do know and have seen and have heard from those with control of the money and the guns in these here United States of America, that we will soon initiate some kind of massive violence upon Iran. Whether it be part of the USA's latest campaign for control of the Strategic Ellipse, for delusions of extreme-right Christianist prophecy, or as part of a long-standing grudge that I first became aware of in sixth grade when "the Hostages" were taken and everyone within reach of television was repulsed that someone could dare touch us in such a way—this war seems almost preordained in its inevitability.
Bush and Cheney are addicts. Aside from the lack of humanity—I mean we don't need to discuss that. These are madmen, that is clear. Phonies, frauds, thieves, and worse. But they are not the sole villains in this long-running tale. There are many forces drawing us into these dangerous times (our own needs notwithstanding for if the People didn't, underneath, understand that their own lifestyles depend on the continual exploitation and theft of others' resources, well I am jaded enough to feel we sign off but perhaps optimistic enough to believe that we would not allow these crimes to continue were we to fully realize/discuss the truth of the interconnectivity of The Deal; that is, yes, I think we are not just being taken advantage of by our government, but at bottom are, too, in a pact with them against humanity's better interests)—I think Bush and Cheney are just plained hooked on Warfever. They got that Afghani bump and were running around the hotel like happy madmen, unsinkable on reactionary approval ratings and pro-war propaganda that looked like a super tall spike in an EKG readout, but then, after enough chatter and time, the high wore off....
"Damn it all," the man cursed, and all at once, the moon slid free from a dark sky-tangle, and a pale light washed down over the both of us, as well as the strange shack. I peered above the tavern, then, still trying to discern a name. It read GOTTERDAMMERUNG INN. [...]
What in Hell's name? I muttered this one quietly, as the strange man, whose name I still did not know, seemed agitated already. He turned to walk toward the bar, and didn't even slow down to see if I was coming along. And I don't know why I followed, to tell you the truth. Looking back now, I guess I'll say that he seemed to know what he wanted. He moved with purpose, as if he were imbued with some sort of mission. Maybe I wanted to be nearby when he found what it was that drove him, when he made his revelation. Or maybe I just got caught up with one of my feet following the other. Either way, I followed.
"With me or against me," he said, just before grabbing the handle. And I could only gulp, silently.
—One Misty Evening at the Corner of Sturm and Drang, JRH
They tire of the constant microscope. How dare we forget they are Kings?
The People are restless. They are beginning to demand actual accountability from their "Congress." The symbol of Representation is not enough for them...just as in a day long ago. They want actual representation.
But they do understand that they can't have it both ways? That if we don't grab a hold of these resources, then—
Don't say that. We must.
And if we stop low-cost labor from coming IN to the country, while at the same time forsake wars of aggression that shore up more fuel for the future, it will be impossible, at the rate we consume resources, to remain the sole—
Enough. We don't talk about that part. We talk about Bush. Bush is bad guy. Cheney, bad guy. People good. Soldiers good. Empires good, Riches good, Land of Opportunity, Opportunity to Stand on Heap, can't knock down Heap! Then no opportunity. Then like everyone else. Heap good. Iraq good. In Iraq defending Heap. People forgetting. Iraq good. Blackwater good, Blackwater kill for Heap. What have you done for Heap today?
If we bomb Iran—
[visually recall the hunchy, McCain throatily mumbling into a microphone and smiling, as he rocks on his heels: Bomb, Bomb, Bomb...]
—if we bomb Iran, Bad Newz Iraq will float off the Mainstream Media's radar as smoothly as Mohammed Atta's passport slipped through flames and exploding jet fuel to drift safely down to the busy New York City street. And you and I, O Most Powerful of Bloggerz, will follow them around typing about how much they are letting us down and deceiving us all and causing terror, we will provide links. We will drink coffee so that we do not tire.
And the bombing will go on. And the burials will go on. Our Heap-Happy government will find one way after another to clamp down on the truth. They will clamp it down over there, so they don't have to clamp it down over Here.
And over here, we will decry the obvious symptoms, while we participate in so much of the injury. I sigh to think that not even a Hybrid vehicle will really help enough. Not that I can afford one.
Over Here, our Congress will ratchet up the little gnatty sounds, little buzzing sounds, like angry flies trapped in a bottle. We will shake them now and then, to keep them from falling asleep. It's a crazy and fun way to make music on the cheap.
People will die. And more people will die. Children will be killed. Mothers and families will be made broken and put under the ground. A virtual forest could be felled from the reams of virtual pages that all the online OpEds will be virtually typed upon, and all to the beat of persnickety-clickety-clacking, thousands more lives will bleed out from under the big, glossy heel of Imperialist war, spilling into red shapes on the street,
weeds
forests
flowers
finally
flowers
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Comentarios (2)
Rafael dijo:
The beast feeds, the beast hungers, for if it stops, then it can not slouch toward Bethlehem to be born, and the falconer looses his beloved falcon. The beast hungers, the beast needs to feed. If not then... a mere nation among nations, mere men among men... humility, reason, understanding....the end?
Palabras por Rafael spat forth on el 4 de Octubre, 2007 at 10:38 AM
RC dijo:
You're scaring me again, Nez.
Palabras por RC spat forth on el 5 de Octubre, 2007 at 03:11 PM