If we were to look beyond words to actions, there would be no doubt that virtually all U.S. politicians have, in effect, taken the Trump/Kissinger view of U.S. troops for as long as there have been U.S. troops.
“Why should I go to that cemetery? It’s filled with losers.” –Donald Trump, according to Jeffrey Goldberg.
“Military men are just dumb, stupid animals to be used as pawns in foreign policy.” — Henry Kissinger, according to Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein.
It we were to let the non-U.S. 96% of humanity into our vision, it would be even clearer how little value is placed on human life by those who wage U.S. wars in which nearly all the casualties are on the other side.
The article that Jeffrey Goldberg has published about Trump’s disrespect for the troops never mentions, much less objects to, all the senseless wars that Trump has been waging, the war on Afghanistan that he promised to end four years ago, the wars in Yemen, Syria, Iraq, Libya, the never-ending death and destruction that Trump claims to see no point in but oversees while fueling more wars made dramatically more likely by his military budgets and hostile actions toward Russia, China, and Iran, his shredding of treaties, his expansion of bases, his nuclear weapons production, or his aggressive weapons dealing to future possible enemies. Trump’s government spends a billion dollars a year advertising and recruiting for more of his “losers.”
All of that is part of a happy bipartisan consensus, bought by the weapons industry, and supported by the pundits.
Goldberg also never mentions the possibility of an approach toward troops who died in WWI or any other war, that isn’t either Trump’s sociopathic disgust or the weapons dealers’ celebration. Trump questions the justification for WWI and views anyone who risked his life in it as a loser or sucker. Goldberg wants such questioning to be strictly forbidden by the mandate to worship the troops. There are other possibilities. For example, one could admit that a war was an idiotic, senseless waste, but respect and mourn the dead, even apologize to the dead for the propaganda that sold the war, for the prisons that awaited resisters, for the prisons that awaited anyone who spoke against recruitment, for the unfair means of skipping out available only to the wealthy.
Goldberg wants you to believe that failing to celebrate war participation requires failing to comprehend acting generously or making sacrifices for others, but those who acted best for others and made sacrifices most selflessly in past wars were those who publicly refused to participate, spoke out against participation, and suffered the consequences. Trump would consider them losers and suckers too. His respect would go only to those who weaseled out and profited from wars from the safety of their homes. They earn my least respect.
Unfortunately, U.S. politics is dominated by only two choices: be a good war lover who cheers for more militarism and properly honors those duped or pressured into participating, or be a good war lover who ignores all the wars waging on and mocks participants for not having cheated their way out and gotten rich.
Both choices will, sooner rather than later, get us all killed. Another choice is not readily available, and was not to be found in Bernie Sanders, but the fact that Sanders treated Eugene Debs as a hero tells you something about what proved so unacceptable in his candidacy. The existence of Debs and his heroism in WWI renders impossible the limiting to two bad choices that Goldberg seeks to impose on us.
Another U.S. politician who proved unacceptable was John Kennedy, who said, “War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today.”
Or until that distant day when journalists ask sociopathic madmen in high office for their views of conscientious objectors, find out that the answer is “losers” and “suckers,” and strive to generate the appropriate outrage over that position.
I had a unique experience working as part of Security for Rochdale College Toronto. Basically all the hallucinogenic drugs were legal in the 18 story building 341 Bloor St. W.
Security was corrupt. Cocaine had come along and the former biker gang of criminals that had been hired by the Board began stealing from the building dealers who weren’t their friends and evicting them.
They were evicted for dealing in cocaine.
I had been told of this by a young guy who had been ripped off and I had told Lionel who was then President and was the man who had hired me after the news magazine Tuesdaily printed the poem I was selling on the Yorkville street for money I used to eat.
To make a long story short I was threatened. Lionel seems to have disappeared. My number came up 346 so I could escape.
I read a book by Brian who had been on the Board and had laughed about how he had gotten cocaine from Security.
So see, this was one of the hippie places with its own building and its own educational system. Anarchists, and supposedly real anarchists. If I had been thrown off the roof for believing that hallucinogenics, and especially hashish were enough and better than narcotics and we ought stop there I’d of been dead and Lionel might have complained.
There had been a fist fight amongst them when I left. So there was that. But you know finding out that Board members had been given some of the stolen coke and laughed at how it had come to them made me angry. I don’t like being used for a sucker by those I had protected.
“Nobody has a patent on hypocrisy.”
There is more to this story. I have a book out I believe would be good as a history and text for high schoolers titled “Poor Buzz & Stories from Warnings for My Daughter”.
GREAT PIECE, SHARED WIDELY, NAIL ON THE HEAD !
Quoting Henry K the war criminal? Honor the soldier not the war. As a Vietnam Vet I opposed that war and never thought it was right but there was not one day I was not proud to wear my uniform as a citizen soldier. It is like being a parent – if you haven’t been there you don’t know what you’re talking about! tRump and I lost our deferments the same month – I joined the USAF and his daddy paid a doctor to get him out of the draft. We knew those guys and who they were. Cowards who you wouldn’t want next to you anyway. The little rich boys with daddy’s connection. Not worth crap in 1966 and not worth crap now.