Harlan Ellison . . .
I have no mouth, and I must scream.
William Rivers Pitt . . .
It has been thirteen years since the attacks of September 11, and this nation has spent every one of the 4,745 days between that morning and today in the grips of a media and politics and money-driven high panic. Millions upon millions have been killed, maimed, displaced or bankrupted in the process. ISIS are bad guys, and no mistake, but there are a pile of nations on this planet besides us with standing armies, many of them with a far more vested personal interest in eradicating these lunatics than us. Their militaries are not exhausted like ours is.
‘Our endless blessings bestow an enduring burden,’ said President Obama on Wednesday night, ‘but as Americans, we welcome our responsibility to lead.’ I can only imagine the comforts that come with living in the White House, but for an enormous swath of the country you lead, the ‘blessings’ you speak of turned to ashes in our mouths a long time ago.
This nation is lost. It got lost 50 years ago and it’s still lost. We’ve taken so many wrong turns so many times there isn’t even a map for where we are now.
Once there was a way to get back homeward.
Once there was a way to get back home.
We won’t find our way back, we won’t be going home, not if the masters of America’s permanent war economy have anything to say about it. And they always have plenty to say about it. So do their bought-and-paid-for-politicians, they never stop talking, their two-party tongues are always wagging. We’ve had to listen to their lectures about foreign threats and national security every damn day for more than half a century.
The identity of the apocalyptic threat is the only thing that ever changes. It was the Kremlin, it was the Red Chinese, it was Castro, it was Al Qaeda, it was Saddam, it was Iran, now it’s ISIS! ISIS! ISIS! The frantic hype and hysteria of the politicians and the corporate media have once again had the intended effect. Tens of millions of Americans are now supporting a new military intervention in the Middle East.
They never listen, but I’m going to tell them anyway . . .
Boy, you’re going to carry that weight.
Carry that weight a long time.
Michael Stipe . . .
Blind, unquestioning, warlike. Is that who we are now? Are we that violent, that childish, that silly, that shallow? Are we that afraid of others? Of ourselves? Of the possibility of genuine change? Are we that easily swayed, that capable of defending “American interests”, whatever “American interests” means? Are we that racist, that terrified, that protective of an idea that we don’t even question what the idea has come to represent?”
I think everyone here knows the answer.
Digby . . .