posted on Aug, 1 2011 @ 11:42 PM
I'm not a frequent poster. I didn't read the whole thread, but I read the first page. And what I saw disturbed me - and not, mind you, the distrust
of intentions or the media circus, no - what bothered me was the short-sightedness and choreographed (not by design, but by habit) nature of the
indignation. And not, again, the indignation itself - or even that I suspected the motives of the repliers (specters of g-men, anyone?) but simply
this: Their reasoning is wrong.
Praising the extreme while chastising the compromise has a certain uncommon sense, the likes of which I can appreciate, and the genuine fear of
passing unsustainable systems, institutions, and debts onto the shoulders of our descendants I can like-wise empathize with and even admire, but
again: It misses the point.
It misses it not like an arrow misses the target but quite really like a lifeguard misses the drowning swimmer with the preserver when he happens to
throw it into the wrong pool.
The United States' debt is non unsustainable, precisely because it is blackmail. Blackmail of the citizens, of the foreign exporters, and of the
Does it not occur to anyone that the reason Defense spending is a sacred cow is precisely because it is the cow that provides the village with its
milk? That it is the truck that brings home the bacon? And I don't mean in the sense of oil, or resources, or opium - though I'm sure that plays a
part - I mean in the simple value it adds to the currency, and to the fear it inspires in other nations, and even international bodies, and especially
in individuals; that by necessity it directs their actions towards accommodation of the great beast...
And I don't mean that in the biblical sense, as I'm sure some of you avid conspirators assumed, no, I mean it precisely descriptively: A great
hungry beast - old, already, though it should still be young, and cursed with all the decadence, recklessness, and forgetfulness of ancient and aging
Rome - though, I might add, with few of its virtues to boast.
We are not passing unsustainable debts onto our children - we are passing them both the rifle and the skin of life giving water. They will fight for
their future, as our ancestors fought for ours; and that we might see the folly - or, more truly, the evil - in such a cycle, and though we rail
against it and gnash our teeth, it does us nothing - nothing! - if we will not admit that what we pass our children is not the debt but the rifle; not
the burden, but the blade.
We have given our children war - and war there will be - but not fought by us, no, we are internationalists now; maybe not in conversation, or
conspiracy, but certainly in habit and in temperament - the majority of us at least.
We will not fight the next war, well, maybe some of us, but by and large it will be our children. They won't fight for freedom. They won't fight for
justice - no, they'll fight for the old, sacred, and truly honest reason of wealth and survival.
And I don't mean to glorify it! BY no means! May they be damned for what they will do! And however damned (in this life or the next, choose your
hell) they will be - we will be the greater devils. We gave this to them.Do not go to sleep once and forget it.
"Old men declare war, but it is the youth that must fight and die."
We do not declare war with our decrees, or even with our lips - we declare war with our actions.
Every time we enjoy or consume a luxury that 90% of humanity could never even hope for, we declare war.
Every time we condemn the immigrant leech without pausing a second to ponder the leeches that already cover our skin, we declare war.
And I don't, by any means, mean the poor.
Every time we go but a fathom when we could go the day's march, we declare war.
We declare it in the names of our children, because we dare not declare it for ourselves. We cowards! Yet we force the world into a shape that cannot
avoid it: That cannot avoid war and its consequences.
The debt ceiling will be raised, and the buck will be passed.
The burden, when it comes to be bared, will be borne in blood - not bullion. We will pay for our greed with our children's' lives - not with their
And when the war is won (which it certainly will be - for have we not amply prepared?) our sons and daughters will become strange and wonderful heroes
to their own children - as our ancestors were to us.
But we will not be there to cry: "Fool!" We will not be there to remember or to remind.
No, we will not be there at all. We will be dead.
And the future will be beyond our grasp forever.