Category Archives: Military Industrial Complex. War Profiteering
Here is an excerpt from Bill Moyers’ 1987 PBS expose on the Secret Government, this is especially relevant now as the grim reality that the Obama administration is at the complete mercy of the forces within that since the end of WW II have devoured the government of the United States. The whole program is closer to 90 minutes long but it is hard to find and quickly smacked down by the censors, I suspect that one reason is that it exposes Israeli complicity in Iran-Contra and other black ops. I have the whole fucking thing so just trust me on this.
As is now apparent to those who are awake the system is kaput, Obama has caved in to the militarists (as if ANY puppet president doesn’t) and the ramping up to WW III is back on again with the fifth columnists, the pocket media and the neocons and their ilk pushing like motherfuckers for a strike on Iran. The only thing thicker than Israeli disinformation these days are al CIAda warnings of upcoming attacks on Der Heimat.
The internet is going to go away soon, or at least it is for those of us who are into any serious challenge of the system, the official chatter of a massive ‘terror’ attack on cyber networks is just the latest excuse after the child porn thing shot it’s proverbial wad.
So do your best to get stuff like this video out to as many as possible while it is still possible.
“The Bigger the Lie, the More the People will Believe it”
– Adolf Hitler.
Just a few days after the latest fake Osama bin Laden tape release, scantly a month after the ridiculously trumped up false flag underwear bomber ‘attack’ on Jesus’s fake birthday and on the heels of a relentless propaganda campaign of fear obviously designed to roll away the stone and resurrect the big lie of 9/11 there is this: Report: Al-Qaeda aims to hit U.S. with WMDs. Bravo to the neocons, they are right back in the game, not that they ever left, you just can’t completely get rid all of the cockroaches after an infestation no matter how good the Orkin men happen to be. The Mighty Wurlitzer’s story on the report in question leads with this nightmare blurb which smacks of the apocalyptic conjecture of smoking guns in the form of mushroom clouds that years before had been used to sell the wars that are still bankrupting America:
When al-Qaeda’s No. 2 leader, Ayman al-Zawahiri, called off a planned chemical attack on New York’s subway system in 2003, he offered a chilling explanation: The plot to unleash poison gas on New Yorkers was being dropped for “something better,” Zawahiri said in a message intercepted by U.S. eavesdroppers.
The meaning of Zawahiri’s cryptic threat remains unclear more than six years later, but a new report warns that al-Qaeda has not abandoned its goal of attacking the United States with a chemical, biological or even nuclear weapon.
The report, by a former senior CIA official who led the agency’s hunt for weapons of mass destruction, portrays al-Qaeda’s leaders as determined and patient, willing to wait for years to acquire the kind of weapons that could inflict widespread casualties.
Of course I immediately begin to be skeptical whenever a study invokes “experts”, consider that the Bush-Cheney junta once hired neocon crackpot consipracy theorist Laurie Mylroie as an “expert” on al-Qaeda and that insipid little bearded troll Michael Scheuer has been making a nice living for years now spreading his gossip on television, radio and in newspapers as the former head of the CIA’s Alex Station bin Laden unit to gullible dupes. Be mindful that this is just the latest piece of an ongoing multi-faceted public relations campaign to shore up support here in Der Heimat for an Israeli strike on Iran, something that I discussed in a previous post. Again this jibes very nicely with a few stories that smack of another joint Pentagon –CIA- Mossad campaign to sow the seeds of destabilization, political unrest and animosity that lead to regime change, specifically in 2012. Some of the other tidbits of terror floating around out there are: Sarkozy Warns Israel May Strike Iran, Petraeus: Missile-Shooting Ships on Station in the Gulf, Israel Hopes NIE Will Pressure Iran and Israeli Information Minister Slams All Reports on Gaza War as Anti-Semitic. Same as it ever was, get ready to strap it on because WWIII is coming and nothing that the Pope of Hope can do will stop it this time.
Oh and Chemical Ali was strung up for gassing all of them Kurds back in 88, lost on the average American moron was that he used the chemical weapons that were procured by Saddam during the Reagan administration back when he was still our kind of dictator before Maggie Thatcher challenged Poppy Bush’s manhood and Gulf War One was launched on a passel of lies like that horseshit about Saddam’s soldiers ripping Kuwaiti babies out of incubators and the rest of that crap that had us all glued to CNN watching Baghdad get the shit bombed out of it the first time before Shock and Awe.
Fear is it in America where the junk food eating surrender monkeys will ALWAYS give away their freedoms for the illusion of security, has been since 9/11 and arguably since the very concept of America was just a dream in the heads of the founding fathers. As if there is nothing to fear from an oligarchy and financial elite run amok and now getting ready for some serious fucking after last week’s landmark Supreme Court decision by the Roberts Court (thanks Harry Reid!) to allow corporations to openly influence elections. I can hear the commercials already from arms manufacturers, the blood barters, dealers of destruction and the icy cold technocrats of death who profiteer off of the state of constant war that Oceania exists in today. But Americans, brains jellified by years of too much television, cowed by a corporatist culture and rendered useless by the rapacious ghouls of high finance who have packed their jobs off to third world shitholes or authoritarian high tech police states like China, foreclosed on their overpriced McMansions and cardboard walled crackerboxes and conditioned to be subservient little squeaking mice while being subjected to Soviet style checkpoints and goons in the nation’s airports. Hell, they are afraid of EVERYTHING but what is fucking real! And now with the Obama gang of thieves reeling after their dream of corporate cash for life has gone up like a flaming bag of dogshit (way to go Rahm!) the fear in the air will soon be suffocating, choking just like in the aftermath of the American Reichstag Fire.
Why are Americans so afraid of dying? It is inevitable yet this colony of cowards, this mass of asses, this confederacy of dunces fears all of the wrong things. They are more likely to die in a car accident on any given day than in a ‘terrorist’ attack, they are more statistically likely to die from a fall in the bathtub than in a ‘terrorist’ attack, you get the picture. Shit, the only thing in America that they are LESS likely to do than be killed in a ‘terrorist’ attack is get rich yet the schmucks are duped into buying into that little fantasy from the day that they are shat out of the birth canal. You see nothing much has really changed since primitive times, religion, get rich quick schemes and the constant fear of the other have been used since the earliest of civilizations, by kings, pharaohs, popes, presidents and dictators to exercise social control. America though has at least until now surpassed them all in manipulating the inhabitants without too much overt torture, mass executions or pogroms to send the message that the ruling class intents to continue to rule no matter how many children that have to be raped, limbs hacked off or skulls crushed. This is largely the result of the most successful mind control device in the history of planet Earth – television. The incessant brainwashing that one can be rich someday is what keeps the capitalist corpse still upright in these days of economic doom when by all rights it should be buried on the shitpile of history right next to its failed counterpart that is communism.
During the NFL playoffs over the weekend the advertisements kept rolling out to prop up the false dream that underwrites the entire fucking failed system. There are still, believe it or not commercials for those shitty E-trading scams, for the parasitical frauds that are the financial services ghouls and high gloss depictions of consumerism that few can afford (excluding Burger King of course but there have to be a few crumbs scattered for those elbowed away from the table) and the usual silliness. The dream of one day being rich just like The Donald is still bought into by millions even while they are living in tent cities and homeless shelters and foraging through dumpsters for scraps to eat.
Be AFRAID suckers…..be very AFRAID because you ain’t seen nothin” yet!
Just my two cents over the mornin’ cup o’ joe
Ooh, see the fire is sweepin’
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost it’s way
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
– The Rolling Stones: Gimme Shelter
The Gutless Wonder: This, too, was the title of a book by Trout, The Gutless Wonder. It was about a robot who had bad breath, who became popular after his halitosis was cured. But what made the story remarkable, since it was written in 1932, was that it predicted the widespread use of burning jellied gasoline on human beings. It was dropped on them from airplanes. Robots did the dropping. They had no conscience, and no circuits which would allow them to imagine what was happening to the people on the ground.Trout’s leading robot looked like a human being, and could talk and dance and so on, and go out with girls. And nobody held it against him that he dropped jellied gasoline on people. But they found his halitosis unforgivable. And then he cleared that up, and he was welcomed to the human race.
Vonnegut of course was present at Dresden on the night that allied bombers laid waste to the ‘Florence of the Elbe’, a historic city as well as a non-military target with little or no air defense system that was packed with refugees and prisoners and was targeted by bombers that incinerated over one hundred thousand civilians. Vonnegut spoke of seeing the boiled bodies of schoolgirls floating in a water tower through his character Billy Pilgrim and also of being forced to dig through the wreckage in the aftermath to find “corpse mines” and described the odor of the bodies:
“They didn’t smell bad at first…but then the bodies rotted and liquefied, and the stink was like roses and mustard gas”
He also spoke of a character, another soldier who died of the dry heaves from having to go down into a corpse mine and being overcome by the stench:
“He tore himself to pieces, throwing up and throwing up”
Dresden doesn’t get much mention when it comes to our nation’s war history, neither does the decimation of the Japanese homeland by bombing of civilian areas nor the bombing of Viet Nam nor the brown skinned dead in any other foreign imperialist adventure undertaken by the politicians and their wealthy backers who cash in on the destroyed lives and flesh of those who become victims so that they may live opulent lives of carefree exploitation. I do want to make the statement that in doing so I am differentiating between ‘combatants’ and what is deemed to be acceptable ‘collateral damage’ to those dropping their bombs or launching their shells and missiles from far away lest they actually have to bear witness to the devastation. ‘Trout’s’ Gutless Wonder is a perfect metaphor for the apathetic and cruel philistines who allow for the murder of innocents to take place in their name as long as it doesn’t intrude upon their pathetic and selfish little lives.
I want to at this time take an opportunity to recognize it here for the sake of the memory of the dead and perhaps the hope of the living that we can one day finally recognize war for the profitable, industrialized slaughter that it is by listing a few accounts:
“The firestorm is incredible, there are calls for help and screams from somewhere but all around is one single inferno. To my left I suddenly see a woman. I can see her to this day and shall never forget it. She carries a bundle in her arms. It is a baby. She runs, she falls, and the child flies in an arc into the fire. Suddenly, I saw people again, right in front of me. They scream and gesticulate with their hands, and then – to my utter horror and amazement – I see how one after the other they simply seem to let themselves drop to the ground. (Today I know that these unfortunate people were the victims of lack of oxygen). They fainted and then burnt to cinders.” (Margaret Freyer: Dresden Resident)
“The elephants gave spine-chilling screams. The baby cow elephant was lying in the narrow barrier-moat on her back, her legs up in the sky. She had suffered severe stomach injuries and could not move. A 90 cwt. cow elephant had been flung clear across the barrier moat and the fence by some terrific blast wave, and stood there trembling. I had no choice but to leave these animals to their fate. I had known for one hour now that the most difficult task could ever bring was facing me. “Lehmann, we must get to the carnivores,” I called. We did what we had to do, but it broke my heart.” (Otto Sailer-Jackson: Dresden Zookeeper)
“We did not recognize our street any more. Fire, only fire wherever we looked. Our 4th floor did not exist anymore. The broken remains of our house were burning. On the streets there were burning vehicles and carts with refugees, people, horses, all of them screaming and shouting in fear of death. I saw hurt women, children, old people searching a way through ruins and flames. We fled into another cellar overcrowded with injured and distraught men women and children shouting, crying and praying. No light except some electric torches. And then suddenly the second raid began. This shelter was hit too, and so we fled through cellar after cellar. Many, so many, desperate people came in from the streets. lt is not possible to describe! Explosion after explosion. It was beyond belief, worse than the blackest nightmare. So many people were horribly burnt and injured. lt became more and more difficult to breathe. lt was dark and all of us tried to leave this cellar with inconceivable panic. Dead and dying people were trampled upon, luggage was left or snatched up out of our hands by rescuers. The basket with our twins covered with wet cloths was snatched up out of my mothers hands and we were pushed upstairs by the people behind us. We saw the burning street, the falling ruins and the terrible firestorm. My mother covered us with wet blankets and coats she found in a water tub”. (Lothar Metzger: Dresden Resident)
Among other things Vonnegut later wrote:
In a precursor to modern corporate number crunching the bombing run efficiency was maximized to the point where stripped B-29s were sent in flying so low that they literally reeked of burning flesh, a good and short although militaristic account on LeMay and the bombing has been written by Victor Davis Hanson and entitled The Right Man, this piece is featured in the World War II compilation called No End Save Victory, a pretty good book of essays that you could likely pick up cheap online. The ruthless efficiency of the incendiary bombings even had LeMay himself to comment that “I suppose if I had lost the war, I would have been tried as a war criminal”.
The outrage over the images was made all the more conspicuous by it’s absence.
I am not merely being callous over the violent fate of the ‘contractors’ , I just have far more sympathy for the innocent victims. Victims such as the Hassan family whose seventeen members were packed into a 1974 Land Rover in the early days of the invasion and were driving toward their dream of democracy and freedom from the evil savagery of Saddam. Instead of democracy, this family (the grandfather was dressed in his finest garment, a pin striped suit to look American for the celebratory occasion of their deliverance) was slaughtered in an unimaginably horrific manner by a nervous American soldier at a checkpoint who panicked and unloaded a barrage of military ordnance into the oncoming vehicle. Eleven members of the family were destroyed, not just killed but destroyed…as a veteran you can appreciate the power of military weaponry. Lamea, the pregnant wife of Bakhat Hassan survived the attack that turned the vehicle into an abattoir in which she described as follows:
So we are going to support the myth. As the headless bodies are found along the Tigris, as the mortuaries fill up, as the American dead grow far beyond 1,700 – and, let us remember, the Iraqi dead go into the tens of thousands – Europe and the rest of the world still support the American project. The smell of the dead pours into the street through the air-conditioning ducts. Hot, sweet, overwhelming. Inside the Baghdad morgue, there are so many corpses that the fridges are overflowing. The dead are on the floor. Dozens of them. Outside, in the 46C (114F) heat, Qadum Ganawi tells me how his brother Hassan was murdered. “He was bringing supper home for our family in Palestine Street but he never reached our home. Then we got a phone call saying we could have him back if we paid $50,000 [£27,500]. We didn’t have $50,000. So we sold part of our home and many of our things and we borrowed $15,000 and we paid over the money to a man in a car who was wearing a keffiyeh scarf round his head. “Then we got another phone call, telling us that Hassan was at the Saidiyeh police station. He was. He was blindfolded and gagged and he had two bullets in his head. They had taken our money and then they had killed him.” There is a wail of grief from the yard behind us where 50 people are waiting in the shade of the Baghdad mortuary wall. There are wooden coffins in the street, stacked against the wall, lying on the pavement.
The equilibrium of international relations has not only been upset by these fools and charlatans but sent off spinning into the depths of some bizarre parallel universe in which up is down, wrong is right, truth is ignorance and war is peace. We have begun the journey down the rabbit hole, let us hope that the rabbit hole does not eventually end up being a mass grave. We are now on the precipice of the new crusades, a war of civilizations and religions perpetuated by those both ignorant of history as well as world culture.
We are now playing for keeps.