Man is the only animal that deals in that atrocity of atrocities, War. He is the only one that gathers his brethren about him and goes forth in cold blood and calm pulse to exterminate his kind. ... And in the intervals between campaigns he washes the blood off his hands and works for 'the universal brotherhood of man' -- with his mouth. -- Mark Twain, The Damned Human Race
As President Barack Obama consoled the nation Wednesday with talk of "rain puddles in heaven," his agents were murdering four more people
in his illegal war in Pakistan. The incongruity was excruciating; you
could almost feel your neck snapping from the moral whiplash induced by
the contrast between word and deed.
Yet even this report was itself drenched in the mindset of righteous
murder that lurked behind the treacly tropes that Obama was delivering
to a rapturous crowd. You can see it in the language of the very first
"Suspected U.S. unmanned aircraft fired four missiles at a house in a militant-infested area of northwestern Pakistan on Wednesday, killing at least four people, Pakistani intelligence officials said."
An "infested" area -- the language used for vermin, for insects,
for filthy creatures fit only for extermination. These insects are what
is being killed in the wilds of Pakistan: not human beings, not sons and
daughters, fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters. Just strange,
worthless little creepy-crawlies called "militants." And if you think
this is too extreme an extrapolation, not truly representative of the
imperial mindset, recall the words of Admiral William Fallon.
Fallon himself has long denied the hearsay evidence that he had declared, upon taking over Central Command, that a war on Iran "isn't going to happen on my watch." And in fact, the article itself depicts Fallon's true attitude toward the idea of an attack on Iran right up front, in his own words. After noting Fallon's concerns about focusing too much on Iran to the exclusion of the other "pots boiling over" in the region, [author Thomas Barnett] presses the point and asks: And if it comes to war? Fallon replies with stark, brutal clarity:
"'Get serious,' the admiral says. 'These guys are ants. When the time comes, you crush them.'"
The article makes clear that Fallon's main concerns about a war with Iran are, as noted, about tactics and timing: Sure, when the time comes " no shuffling on that point " we'll crush these subhumans like the insects they are; but we've already got a lot on our plate at the moment, so why not hold off as long as we can? After all, Fallon is conducting two wars, in Iraq and Afghanistan, as well as overseeing an on-going "regime change" operation in Somalia, where the United States has been aiding Ethiopian invaders with bombing raids, death squads, renditions and missile strikes against Somali civilians " such as the one this week that killed three women and three children.
The AP reporter has duly absorbed the trickle-down depravity that
seeps from the top of the American establishment. He has also absorbed
the by-now reflexive -- and absolutely de rigueur -- genuflection to
authority displayed by every "serious" journalist. The article is based
entirely on quotes from anonymous "officials"; there is not a single
voice to offer even the slightest deviation from the Terror War
So what are we told? That four "militants" were killed. Well, surely they had it coming, right, if they were militants? "Militant" means "insurgent" which means "terrorist" which means "big swarthy devil-worshipper coming to shtup your woman and eat your babies." We know what to do with these insects: you crush them.
In other words, the "officials" didn't know who was killed. They didn't know their names. They didn't know their affiliations, their activities, their beliefs, their intentions. They didn't know who they were. They didn't know where they were from. They didn't know anything about them. Yet we are told confidently, without contradiction or the slightest doubt, that they were "militants."
But the story is not finished with its imperial water-carrying yet; not by a long shot. We are then given this bit of savvy insiderdom: