Saturday, December 10, 2011

The Phoney War on Terror


The attacks on the World Trade Center on 9/11 was the worst day in American history this generation has ever seen. Though we’ve suffered terrible attacks upon this country in the past this was the first time since the War of 1812 where a foreign enemy managed to attack directly the homeland of the United States in such a devastating way. Over 3,000 people died on that fateful day. And yet it seems today that it is not the loss of life that is to  be 9/11’s longest lasting legacy but the perpetual war and totalitarian “security” acts passed by Congress it is used to excuse. Since that day the United States has been engaged in a worldwide war without end, against an enemy that defies definition, and without any benchmarks or concrete measuring sticks to gage how this war can be “won” or when it might be over.  

The term “War on Terror” is intentionally vague. At face value it means nothing, and by its very definition can never be truly won. If, after 911, we declared war on Al-Qaida, or on the Taliban, or even Osama Bin Laden, than the United States would have long ago declared victory and been able to return home in peace with its military and wealth largely intact. These would have been specific enemies which our intelligence agencies and our military could easily identify, target, and eliminate. Once the hostilities against these specific threats were concluded an adult and reasoned debate could then take place discussing the cause of the attacks and what can be done to prevent them in the future. If such a debate occurred we’d realize that America’s foreign policy for much of the last century played a heavy role in igniting hatred and resentment towards our country abroad and that a more humble policy might be in order to prevent further attacks on our soil and our soldiers. Most importantly, however, the incredible loss of life and treasure suffered as a result of this decade of war would have been avoided.

That never happened. Instead the tragedy of 911 was hijacked by our “representatives” as an excuse to justify the perpetual wars and infringements on our liberties that followed. Though the war in Afghanistan was justified as retaliation for 911 the focus of the war was quickly abandoned as the Bush administration shifted its attention to Iraq, a nation that had no ties to Al-Qaida, Osama Bin Laden, or 911, and posed no threat to the United States. While the invasion of Iraq took place, Osama Bin Laden, the real enemy of our country, was allowed to escape for another eight years.

911 truthers have been spouting the belief for years that the government caused the destruction of the World Trade Center in order to justify its war in Iraq and the infringement of our civil liberties, and though I do not believe this to be the case in the end the result might very well be the same. Iraq, an unnecessary, costly, and bloody war, did nothing to strengthen the security of this country. The only effect that was has on the country was the bleeding of our wealth and of our military. Trillions of dollars and thousands of lives later we’ve gained nothing from the war and are told that even though we’ve taken out this supposed “threat” it is necessary to sacrifice our freedoms even more. Apparently we are in more danger today than we were in 2003, and this despite taking out what the former administration saw as the top threat to our security. It would appear that they were wrong.

Recently the US Senate passed a bill by a vote of 93-7 authorizing the military, at the discretion of the President, to detain and hold indefinably American citizens merely suspected of supporting terrorism without a trial or formal charges. This, of course, flies in the face of our 5th and 6th amendment rights to a fair, public, and speedy trial where we are to be judged by a jury of our peers within the state we are being charged. This bill makes the mere suspicion of a crime enough to put American citizens behind bars for an unspecified amount of time. All in the name of the “War on Terror.”

But what does that even mean? How do you fight a war against a strategy? On an emotion? How can such a war be won, and how do you judge when such a war is won even if it can be? The plain fact of the matter is that our politicians knew exactly what they were doing when they propagated this phony war on an inherently vague enemy instead of focusing on the actual threat of Al-Qaida and Osama Bin Laden. Terrorists become the new boogy man. No longer do we have Reds, or Japs, or Huns to fear but instead an unseen and undefinable enemy which we must sacrifice every semblance of American values in order to defeat. Never mind that one of the very corner stones of our society is the right to a trial. Our politicians would have us believe that in order to save our way of life against “terrorists” we must destroy that way of life. Never mind that one must be convicted of a crime before being sent to prison. Again, our politicians would have us believe that the only way to protect American values is to destroy them ourselves. War becomes Peace, Freedom becomes Slavery, and the liberties of the American people become cannon fodder along the way. Though terrorism does still pose a threat to the United States, the response to this threat has been a complete overreaction since the day we shifted focus away from Bin Laden and invaded Iraq. 911 did not warrant the unconstitutional and unjustifiable Patriot Act and the recent National Defense Authorization Act, it did not warrant the trampling of our civil liberties and the engagement of perpetual warfare against vague enemies that are impossible to defeat, and it did not warrant the war in Iraq.

In the past civil liberties, for better or worse, have been sacrificed during wartime in order to better prosecute that war. During the Civil War Abraham Lincoln suspended the right to a fair trial; during WWII Franklin Roosevelt threw thousands of Japanese American’s into prison camps without trial as well. As appalling as these acts were they were made under the assumption that once hostilities were over, than these liberties would once again be returned. Fortunately, they were. No correlation between those wars can be made with the current War on Terror. With both the Civil War and WWII a clear, easily defined enemy was identified and the terms of victory made clear. The War on Terror, on the contrary, is being waged against an enemy that cannot be defeated and defies all definition. It is a war that will end not upon the military victory of our armed forces, but upon the discretion of our politicians, and so no assumption can be made that the liberties sacrificed today may ever be returned. What liberty we give up today we could end up never enjoying again.

The standard by which a country is to be considered as success or failure is not upon the power of its military, the wealth of its central banks, or the prosperity of its economy. The standard of a great nation is to be judged by the freedoms its people enjoy. Every time the Congress passes a bill that infringes upon the very cornerstone liberties that made this country great we slip farther and farther into mediocrity. Ten years ago, on September 10th 2001, the idea of our Congress and President supporting the act of indefinite detention of American without trial would have been unimaginable, but as we’ve seen so long as our politicians evoke the name of our modern day boogy man they can justify just about anything. Forget that thousands more are killed on American soil every year as a result of gang warfare and common crime than from terrorist attacks. Never mind the odds of being the victim of a terrorist attack are astronomically small compared to the odds of being a victim of a serious crime besides terrorism. No, the terrorists are out to get you, and unless you give the government the right to detain you for whatever reason they want for however long they want, than the terrorists will win!

If this continues, and we are asked to sacrifice more of our rights on the altar of a false sense of security, than we as a citizenry will face a difficult choice; to continue under the illusion of liberty or to assert our natural rights, by force if need be, in order to gain them back. For one thing is clear; we cannot continue to allow the federal government to widdle away at our constitutional rights. If we do, than we shall wake up some day and find that the boogy man we were so afraid of was not the enemy we need fear the most, but an oppressive regime residing in Washington DC. That cannot be allowed to happen.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Civil War: Sincerely, Jacob

He lay prone in a trench filled with muddy water, eyes, nose, mouth filled with the blood grime of a blood soaked battlefield. Outside the safety of his trench the unmistakable pop of distant gun fire and the boom of supersonic aircraft as they flew by provided the background music for the sorry state of affairs this army private found himself in. Somewhere not too far away, in a muddle hole much like this one, peering eyes watched for signs of movement they were unlikely to get. Jacob didn’t want to die for his country, hell he wasn’t sure he was even fight for the right country, but when the feds came knocking on your door in the middle of the night with guns and conscription papers you pretty much didn’t have a choice. That was life in the good old US of A these days. He was lucky at least not to be attached to a UWG division; American’s had it rough working for foreigners.
                “Hey,” sergeant Walker nudged Jacob, “it’s starting to die down, if you want to get some sleep or write a letter go ahead.”
                “Sure, thanks sergeant.”
                A light drizzle pattered on his helmet and down and down his neck drenching his body. Those damn gortex pants and jackets they issued didn’t do a damn thing to keep him dry, they only kept the heat in when the sun game out and the humidity got bad. Fucking government issued gear. The ground was soaked from early morning thunderstorms which passed mere minutes before leaving behind only the sweet pitter patter of misty showers and darkling grey skies that at any minutes could open again and finish the job of making his motherfucking trench into a motherfucking in ground swimming  pool a reality. Hurray, just what he always wanted. Doubtless the mother fuckers across no man’s land had better trenches, better equipment, better com, better food, hell probably better weapons that weren’t left over from the War on Terror. Weapons that weren’t left over from the War on Terror; Weapons that weren’t twenty damn years old. Imagine that. The Europeans had modern weapons, the Free Staters had modern weapons, but the US Army had to make due. Real fucking good Uncle Sam.
                He peered over the sagging edge of the trench wall, making sure not to expose himself much to enemy sniper fire. Thousands of strange of C-Wire filled the quarter mile long gap between the Union and Free State lines. Through the smoke and the haze of the desolation that clung to what once was a beautiful open plan near the Canadian border, Jacob could see a small speck of red and blue rising from the enemies position. The Free State flag, red and white stripes of the same patter of the US, flew in the dyeing wind defying the Union Army which bore down upon them. Though it maintained the stripes of the original 13 colonies the traditional blue with white stars in the upper left corner was replaced by a single star not unlike that of the Republic of Texas (or Texass as he liked to call it).
                “Damn Free Staters can’t even be original.”
                Burnt out husks of destroyed tanks and crashed helicopters littered the battlefield with their rusting remains hiding underneath them the bodies of the hundreds (thousands?) killed attempting to take the enemies position. Scraps of twisted metal tossed around like spaghetti poked their jagged entrails into the air like the fingernails of a giant coming back from the dead. And the smell… that scent of burning corpses was never going to leave this place even long after the war was over and gone. Napalming enemy positions (and the occasional “accidental drop on civilians) tended to do that. “Scorched Earth 2” the generals, most of them European, called it, referred to it at the debriefing, smiling as if the targets were so many ants instead of innocent American’s. Funny how foreigners thought referring to the tactics of one American general used against rebels two hundred years before somehow justified them, non-Americans, doing the same thing. Even if the Free Staters were wrong that didn’t justify killing civilians, did it? No, of course it didn’t.
                He crouched into the muddy trench once more and dug into his pocket for a notebook and pen. Though the paper was damp from the rain he could still wrote on it quite well.
             

   Angela, I am lost and need your guiding grace to help me now ease the conflict inflicted onto my mind and body. I didn’t resist my conscription years ago when federal agents came knocking on my door because at the time I felt it necessary to protect our nation from the influence of foreign and domestic enemies that then seemed to close in around us, only to find myself serving under the command of foreign general in a war to subdue fellow countrymen. They say they are leading a coalition in conjunction with American forces, but I know no American would order the atrocities against innocents I’ve seen on a daily basis since the war began. Even now I can smell the remains of Shreport jus south of here, not of ruining buildings or the normal residue of battle alone, but also of the charred remains of what once were its inhabitants. I do not know the given reason this town needed to be destroyed, but I do know no military forces were that at the time of the firebombing. No soldiers lay dead in its streets, no factories of war were destroyed, not a ruined tank or other piece of military equipment (besides the occasional hunting rifle ) could be found though we searched for hours for just such evidence. Only the bodies of civilians and their property.
        I find myself wavering from my previous conviction in the righteousness of our cause every time we advance, for though our leaders spread the lie that we would be greeted as liberators by a grateful populace all I can see on the faces of those we “liberate” is the sad destitute look of those who’ve been wronged. There was no “liberation” in their eyes when we marched down the streets of Edmonton, the people there did not cheer, they did not wave, they made no noise at all. Only the stoic cry of silence could be heard, that and the Polish marching band we brought with us to celebrate the occasion. There was a little girl there, maybe ten, maybe eleven, with curly blond hair and a dirty blue dress who reminded me of Mia. She stood by the road when we passed by, fir burning behind her cold green eyes, and fists clenched. I never saw such hatred before, not from enemy soldiers, POW’s, or even parent’s who’ve lost their children. There was nothing in that girls eyes but genuine unconditional hatred.
        Angi, I love you so much my heart aches for when we’ll see each other again. I cannot long endure this war; please write to me. This war may deprive me of the nourishment of life to which all men are entitled but it can never diminish the joy of your words. Say hello to the family for me.
                                                -Sincerely, Jacob.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Apocalypse




Verse #1
Darkness falls,
Across the land,
Nations crumble into grains of sand.
You can’t hide,
You can’t run,
When the storm clouds block out the sun…

Chores.
Cause it’s the end of the world,
This is the fall of mankind,
Everybody watch the sky,
For  the apocalypse.      

Verse #2
Diseases spread,
The missiles fly.
The stench of death streaks across the sky,

Chores.
Cause it’s the end of the world,
This is the fall of mankind,
Everybody run and hide,
From the Apocalypse.

Bridge.
It’s the end of the world,
It’s the fall of mankind,
This is the day every man, woman, and child will die,
You may cry out for mercy but as much as you try,

Chores.
There’s no doubting that you’ll die,
In the apocalypse.

Will we succumb to the waters?
Will we come to realize,
That it’s falling to pieces,
Right before our own eyes?
Is it too late to stop so we can save our own lives?

Chores.
Or is it certain that we’ll die,
In the apocalypse?

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

1965




Back in nineteen sixty five,
We were young,
With both our lives before us.
Didn’t then know much of life,
But what we did,
Filled our lives with warmth.
That was back in nineteen sixty five,
The year you lost your life and
I lost my way.
I’ll forever remember those nights,
The way they made you cry and then fade Away.
That was back in nineteen sixty five.

Reminisce
Of the traveler,
Just trying to get home
To a wife he once loved
And a child he adores
But he slips on the ice,
And runs off the road,
Memories of his child,
Who he’ll no longer know
Well where’s the Good Samaritan,
When you need him the most?
Where’s my guardian angel,
Did the lord let him go?

In a bar,
On a stool,
Sits an old man alone,
Reminiscing of his past
And of those He once loved,
As he stares at the glass,
He knows nothing will last,
Except maybe the scares,
Of those he left behind.
Though the child he once was,
Was both humble and kind,
The old man he is now,
Is a beggar and blind.

Cause back in nineteen sixty five,
We all knew,
That ignorance we bliss.
If only I had been brave,
You’d be here,
Smiling beside me.
That was back in nineteen sixty five,
The year you lost your life and I lost My way.
I’ll forever remember those nights,
The way they made you cry and then
Slip away.
Back in nineteen sixty five.

Please don’t despair,
Darling Jenny,
Know I’ll always be here with you,
If you just,
Find the strength to move on.

So let me go,
Let me go and I will fade,
Into a memory,
That you see,
In the back of your mind.

Hear these words,
Hear them well,
Don’t believe in love or hell,
They are words, that will fade,
Into the rain.
Into the rain.