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)
"Robert
Kennedy’s death, like the President's, was mourned as an extension of
senseless violence; events moved on, and the profound alterations that
these deaths…brought in the equation of power in America was perceived
as random…. What
is odd is not that some people thought it was all random, but that so
many intelligent people refused to believe that it might be anything
else. Nothing can measure more graphically how limited was the general understanding of what is possible in America."
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.
(To read the rest, go here.)