If We Are to Understand How We Became Our Planet's Apocalypse Nation, We Must All Fearlessly Admit Our Blood-Drenched History
(Editor's
Note: Never before have I rewritten a published blog post as thoroughly
as I have rewritten this one, a challenging process that reveals by the
delays it imposed on publication the extreme, mostly emotional
difficulty I had in verbally focusing on my chosen material. I have
therefore, in embarrassment so acute it borders on mortification,
deleted the original version, an act of revisionism unprecedented in
all my years of blogging. I have also expanded the text to include this
weekend's updates, thereby avoiding back-to-back publication of two
separate posts. While
this version is unquestionably better than its predecessor -- attentive
readers will recognize its improvements as motivated entirely by
sharpened focus rather than correction or retraction -- such
re-evaluation is probably never truly complete. That's why I have no
doubt I will many times more revisit the subject -- how we (and myself
in particular) reflexively wrapped our experiences of ever-intensifying
USian malevolence in shrouds of complacency -- a sin of which we are all
to some extent guilty regardless of how raised any one of us might have
imagined our consciousness to be. Meanwhile I offer my heartfelt
apology for the original text's premature expostulation./LB)
Comment: again, as in my two preceding posts, we begin with never-avenged atrocities that define "what is possible" in the homeland of the U.S. Empire; again, as before, I take this approach because I am convinced we cannot truly comprehend the terminal magnitude of the horrors the United States is inflicting on ourselves, our species and our planet without first acknowledging at least some of the preceding outrages that regardless of the vehemence and constancy of our opposition nevertheless define us as citizens of the most wantonly murderous empire in all human history.
But this time I also confess my own guilt in acts of self-censorship that make me a telling example of how for years we the people reflexively adjusted, like the proverbial frog, to the stealthily imposed JesuNazism and fascism in general that is now bursting terribly into boil as demonstrated by our suddenly accelerated reduction to credit-card serfdom and for-profit prison slavery.
Here too is my own belated Memorial Day eulogy for some of our more politically revealing dead and wounded -- belated because (given how the warmongers have perverted Decoration Day's original post-Civil-War "memory and tears" into a grotesque celebration of the Empire's conquer-the-world agenda) -- I had originally planned to ignore the holiday entirely.
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