
At 5:30 AM this morning, my wife and I sat and watched the final half hour of a film we had rented, Eugene Jarecki's
Why We Fight.
If you've not seen it, you really should.
If you have viewed it, you'll never forget how the Bush Administration, through deception and control of the US media, took a retired NYC Police Sargent (Viet-vet) who lost his son in the Towers on 9/11, and led him on a multi year journey from big Iraq War booster to where he's become a depressed and disillusioned questioner of "America" and our goals.
The man had been so strong in his backing of Bush's Baghdad Blunder that he petitioned the powers-that-be to have his son's name stenciled onto one of the bombs dropped in our Shock and Awe production of war crime horror.
Today, he puffs up with rage while tearing up when he watches Bush's later admission that
"We have no evidence Saddam was connected to 9/11."
In today's
What Is the Latest Thing to Be Discouraged About? The Rise of Pessimism - New York Times , Adam Cohen relates how recent American disappointments have caused a "Rise of Pessimism".
Mr. Cohen ends with:
Part of Mr. Bush’s legacy may well be that he robbed America of its optimism — a force that Franklin Delano Roosevelt and other presidents, like Ronald Reagan, used to rally the country when it was deeply challenged. The next generation of leaders will have to resell discouraged Americans on the very idea of optimism, and convince them again that their goal should not be to live with their ailments, but to cure them.
While the loss of optimism is important, the loss of faith, not religious faith, but faith in "America", is the most serious problem facing our country's future. Losing optimism is worrisome. Growing skepticism can be fatal to a representative democracy on the brink of becoming a dictatorship, a theocracy or some weird Super-Sized combo of them both.
At the end of Why We Fight, I told Barb how the Bush years had altered my feelings.
27 years ago, I voluntarily dropped a rock solid deferment, as I thought it was time I "did my duty." That sounds so corny that through the years, when asked "why", I've tried out a dozen different rationals for putting my ass in front of bullets. "Wanted to learn about war", "Wanted to see for myself if the 'protesters' or the 'patriots' were right.", or that "I wanted to 'find' myself."
But those were dodges, meant to get me away from the sicky-sweet, Norman Rockwell type that would actually feel they had a "duty" to risk all for an ideal.
So, I was stupid, corny, ill informed, but, in my slothful ignorance, trying to do the right thing.
Today, I'd laugh at anyone using the term "ideal" in conjunction with ANYTHING that is in ANYWAY connected with authority figures, be they US President or the local school crossing guard.
If I were 22 today, I'd be marching in protests and, if a draft were coming, my ass would be sitting on a plane out of here.
Today, if one of my kids mentioned joining the military, in any job/title that held any possibility of having them face combat, I might be found holding that child in a basement room/prison until the war ends.
If a nuclear weapon exploded on American soil, it would take an awful lot of evidence to get me to believe that whatever country our President blames might, in fact, be the country behind the bombing.
And don't think I'm exaggerating. Look into your own soul.
If next month, a passenger plane flying from London to NYC, blows up, would you quickly agree if the Bushies told you it was al Qaeda. How about if they said it was Iran. Or the local Democrat running for an important House seat?
Or, take this one step further.
After all the lies and self-serving media stories you've been fed since 9/11, have you not, at least once, thought "I hope they don't commit some horror before the election" . . . and realized it was NOT Osama you were referring to as "they?"
This is what the current crop of neo-con war criminals have left America as their legacy.
Skepticism AND pessimism.
May God forgive them.
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