As the witless Bone-Spurs-In Chief blathers on about the day - "Happy Memorial Day! Those who died for our great country would be very happy and proud at how well our country is doing today....Nice!" - let's remember the reality - our wars' tangled history, their untenable and yes ongoing cost, and the myths that too often create them. Wilfred Owen's searing "Dulce Et Decorum Est," on one poison gas death, still speaks volumes.
This one poem is as powerful in describing and giving us the feeling of the horror of war as in All Quiet On The Western Front.
That Trump should dare to speak on this matter on this day–no, you idiot, this is not a Happy Memorial Day!–is truly an utter obscenity. But then, Wise men speak because they have something to say; fools because they have to say something. Plato
NO MORE WAR!
Only have to look at the cowardly feral parasite monkeys throughout history voting for poor peoples children to die in their liars wars.
What stops the feral monkeys is a bullet. Time for a monkey hunt.
My Great-Grand Father, James Satchell, fought in the Battle of Verdun. He was awarded his medal by the city of Verdun because the French refused to issue a medal. He came home soaked in PTSD and survived by being the town drunk. The only answer is No More Killing Fields. Guitars, not guns.
I introduced myself to “Dulce Et Decorum Est” some years ago and was thereby made first aware of Owen’s poetry and tragically short life. I was already in my middle years.
I took the coward’s way out of service in Vietnam 1969. I didn’t present myself as all that bright during my Catholic elementary, high school and collage. I hadn’t any distinction, other than ploding along as a slow student, going thru a high school which George Carlin had ditched two years earlier and a college that Mario Savio had also dumped a couple of years earlier to rouse rable on the West Coast. I believe I only realized some degree of self-aware cleverness, after going up against a draft at the tail end of the filthy and brutal war against the Nation of Vietnam. I weaseled my way into Naval officer flight training and got assigned to a four engine, Russki submarine snooping aircraft over the North Atlantic. It was great having your friendly traffic cop wave you on with a mild warning “let’s slow down Lt”. Essentially, as I crept into the middle of life I became more and more convinced that all military entities (especially US ones) and the wars they fought were shit.
So here I was this morning, checking my investment funds , sitting in front of a computer here in Germany, wondering why the count on the NASDAQ haden’t moved since it’s 9:30 EST opening. And it suddenly dawned on me - It’s Memorial Day You Jackass.
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
- John Winston Ono Lennon
Please try to be a bit more original in your metaphors. Human warmongers have nothing to do with monkeys.
My husband spent 1969 in Korea (where they were testing agent orange in that country that year) then went to Vietnam in 1971 as he thought that would be preferable to driving a general around DC for a year. He came home in January, 1972 to spend a few hard months dealing with PTSD (made worse by the death of our 2-day-old son that October). The young man I kissed good-by on his way to Vietnam has never returned – as so many young wives can attest to … War is not honorable; war is not necessary; war is what idiots engage in to make themselves feel powerful.
The incredible tone deaf stupidity of the orange pig’s words should make every Vet and every conscious person mad as Hell, at last! His ignorance and total lack of experience and empathy is beyond contempt!
The words are those of a spoiled idiot child that never had to work a day in his worthless life, much less serve his country in ANY public or military service…he is a loathsome cockroach, and I cannot wait for the day he pays for his astonishing behavior and destructive corruption!
Its not just what Memorial day and war mean, but everything this malignant scum touches, praises, supports or speaks in his moron’s vocabulary that is a blot on our free republic and society…
In tonglen practice, we visualize taking in the pain of others with every in-breath and sending out whatever will benefit them on the out-breath.
It is the Butterfly’s Wing…yet…
The ONLY beneficiaries of war r the FatCat-never-serve-but-send-others-to-die MICC
This is the part that is kept quiet. It would be a much more fitting and appropriate Memorial Day to trot out the thousands (millions?) of young men who quietly suffer from PTSD and are killing themselves at the horrific rate of 22 per day. But no…they are not as happy a menu as red, white, and blue bunting against the sound of loudspeakers blaring the National Anthem on and on into the night and the fireworks.
“Mommy, can we have another war? I love fireworks!”
We already imagined no religion. 100 million died. One wonders when you crypto-Socialists are going to wake up and get it?
I am not in favor of war. First of all, selfishly enough, I don’t particularly like the idea of being shot, blown up, incinerated, or any of those other lovely things that happen. I also don’t particularly care to do it to another human being. If I don’t wish it on me, I don’t wish it on you.
But now I wonder…will there ever be a time and a place for peace again? We in the USA have made war a profitable little cottage industry, and in doing so, we have pissed off about half the world against us. After all the stuff we have pulled off in the Middle East with our meddling for oil, assassinating world leaders, and generally acting like jerks, is it any wonder that half the world would gladly see us dead?