The USA is fighting an “Eternal War” which fills the pockets of the military-industrial complex. It appeals to the American political class because internally they can continue to present their nation as the “World’s Policeman”. Have you seen how policemen behave in the USA? Especially if you are not white?
The eternal war is the employment of the military as a tool of foreign policy to exert control. That control is motivated by profit, not by peace, not by compassion. When the US Cavalry arrive in your country don’t be fooled; they are not coming to save you.
In their international exploits the Americans portray themselves in a positive light by leading a “coalition of the willing” and presenting themselves as simply one rational voice in a wider grouping. Countries like France who question the motives of the USA, question the ultimate outcomes and express a lack of willingness are pilloried in the US press and are subjected to economic sanctions by the US Government. Remember “Freedom Fries”?
If your nation is regularly joining these “coalitions of the willing” are you supporting it? Do you believe your participation as a nation is furthering you and your goals as an individual, as a nation? Or do you believe that your Government are simply serving US foreign policy at the expense of the ethos of your nation? I have the luxury of living in a neutral nation with a pesky small army that nobody is interested in recruiting. But I would not be prepared to accept the army of my nation participating in US led foreign interventions to further the political ambitions of US Presidents.
If international intervention is required that is why we created the United Nations. The reason the UN does not work is because the USA does not want it to work. That would replace them as the “World’s Policeman”.
Today, despite what the Western Media may be telling you, I suspect a lot of Afghans are breathing a sigh of relief.
Starspangled Cowboy: by Margaret Atwood
Starspangled cowboy
sauntering out of the almost-
silly West, on your face
a porcelain grin,
tugging a papier-mache cactus
on wheels behind you with a string,
you are innocent as a bathtub
full of bullets.
Your righteous eyes, your laconic
trigger-fingers
people the streets with villains:
as you move, the air in front of you
blossoms with targets
and you leave behind you a heroic
trail of desolation:
beer bottles
slaughtered by the side
of the road, bird-
skulls bleaching in the sunset.
I ought to be watching
from behind a cliff or a cardboard storefront
when the shooting starts, hands clasped
in admiration,
but I am elsewhere.
Then what about me
what about the I
confronting you on that border
you are always trying to cross?
I am the horizon
you ride towards, the thing you can never lasso
I am also what surrounds you:
my brain
scattered with your
tincans, bones, empty shells,
the litter of your invasions.
I am the space you desecrate
as you pass through.
-=o0o=-
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