“Obsessed with the power of Spain in his youth, Cromwell failed to note the rise of France.” The same can be said of our own current Cromwell, obsessed with the desire to restart and reframe the cold war under a Republican unipolar stance, they have lost sight of everything else. Watching their Neocon kite intently as it dances on the breeze until they’ve run with it, off the cliff.
Like Cromwell, they have become omnipotent, until it is not only wrong to question but to think about questioning. Our own Cromwell came to power promising to return respect to our institutions and respect to the office of the President. Now, today, all the machinery lies broken and rusting in the mud. All of the plans failed, all of the promises false, all of the money spent. The debates are over, the wars are lost.
The ancient Sun Tzu once warned, “When you engage in actual fighting, if victory is long in coming, then men's weapons will grow dull and their ardor will be damped. If you lay siege to a town, you will exhaust your strength. Again, if the campaign is protracted, the resources of the State will not be equal to the strain. Now, when your weapons are dulled, your ardor dampened, your strength exhausted and your treasure spent, other chieftains will spring up to take advantage of your extremity. Then no man, however wise, will be able to avert the consequences that must ensue.”
The birth of any political system that does not have justice as its mentor, becomes like a false religion. Its adherents promoted by their religious fervor, rather than their wisdom, until even the goals of the religion become clouded by the jabbering faithful in the temples, spouting the religion's slogans. Might then does make right and right is unquestioned. To question is to oppose and if right is unquestioned; who are you to oppose? Reality is thus matched to the prophecies as the prophecies are interpreted to match the realities.
It is only then, on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day, that the leaders and Pharisees accept realities and either seek their hiding place or die in the bunker. Their mission failed, they believe, because it is we that have failed them. If only we had given them more and complained less it would not be so today. These are the legacies of the Gang of Four, the November Criminals, and those who refused to let us conquer in Vietnam. The basis for their eventual redemption, the planting of false seeds today which will become the endearing truths of tomorrow.
Having neglecting all but their holy mission, we are left with our weapons dulled, our treasuries empty, our ardor dampened, but with our honor intact. Praise them to the most high, they who care so little for our health and well-being yet care so much for our honor. The temples of free trade are rocked by food shortages and food potentially going to the highest bidder. The opening of borders allowing the easy transport of contraband that lines the pockets of the high priests who preach to the faithful only the mantras of good news.
All is good, they have preached to us from their high altars as gunfire on our border drowns out the choir. “Obsessed with the power of Spain in his youth, Cromwell failed to note the rise of France.” Our Cromwell, obsessed with the glittering jewel, Iraq, failed to note the demise of Mexico.
Its presidential election clouded, its president sworn in, in a back room because his safety couldn’t be guaranteed. Ten percent of its population fleeing the country to escape its grinding poverty, exacerbated by the demons of free trade. Fighting civil wars and rebellions on both its southern and northern borders. The Zapitista’s in the south seek to break government oppression just as drug gangs in the north seek to break the stranglehold of government corruption, but for opposite purposes.
The Associated press reported in 2003:
"Members of an elite Mexican army unit have deserted and formed a drug gang, using their military training to launch a violent battle for control of this border city," Mexico's top antidrug prosecutor said.
Nobody has to tell Houston resident Noe Villarreal how vicious the war has become. On Sept. 27, a commando unit of at least 30 masked men, carrying assault rifles, kidnapped his brother - Hayward, Calif., businessman Juan Villarreal Garcia - from his Mexico home in Sabinas Hidalgo, a town south of Nuevo Laredo. Six other hostages were released soon afterward, but Villarreal is missing and is presumed dead.
In September of last year, according to the Associated press: