I joined the Army two days after the 9/11 attacks. I joined the Army because our country had been attacked. I wanted to strike back at those who had killed some 3,000 of my fellow citizens. I did not join the Army to go to Iraq, a country that had no part in the September 2001 attacks and did not pose a threat to its neighbors, much less to the United States. I did not join the Army to “liberate” Iraqis or to shut down mythical weapons-of-mass-destruction facilities or to implant what you cynically called “democracy” in Baghdad and the Middle East. I did not join the Army to rebuild Iraq, which at the time you told us could be paid for by Iraq’s oil revenues.
Even if we assume that there were chemical weapons used in Syria, there has been absolutely no evidence whatsoever that they were launched by the Syrian government. In terms of absolute motive, a covert special ops mission by forces loyal to Halliburton and their Neocon collaborators fits the empty evidence framework as well as anything I’ve seen or heard. They would certainly profit greatly from expanded mideast unrest.
We’ve got an army of drone pilots doing surveillance over there. There’s persistent surveillance of Paki goat farmers to the point that our guys track (and discuss) individual villagers shitting in their fields every day. Where is the surveillance video of Syrian soldiers brandishing the chemical weapons to support the president’s casus belli?
These weapons charges aren’t new. There are web references going back months now.
The American public is well conditioned not to “take the government’s word” on anything these days. We can’t afford to trust anymore, be it in imaginary religious beliefs, or our own government, which has shown absolutely no integrity in matters of war or peace.
You don’t have to be a Russian commie to see that.
King Crimson – Epitaph
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known; Knowledge is a deadly friend if no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.