There Were Nazis. There Are Still.

Before you call them Nazi.

Know that they knew the detail of killing down to the smallest price, the minor details. Now held in our Library Of Congress are their records. They knew that one rifle bullet could kill three persons, if they were stood together. They even knew, and taught, to be certain of killing all three they should be bound together with rope. But Nazi accounting went even further, their tacticians even more disciplined, they knew to take the rope, they knew cost control. Reuse that rope to minimize the total capital expense of genocide.

How the society hardens.

As wars prolong, take on self sustaining reasons, they harden the society. Wars always begin with high hopes. We send our soldiers off, fearing they will die, but without ever understanding the effect of killing, the effect of walking in others blood will have, first on them, then, upon their return, the effect upon us, upon our society. We each endure, some in very small ways, others in much greater ones what is being done, and will be returned to us. So we call them heros. A new use of a very old world.
In the world of Nazism the soldiers could march their prisoners through the streets of a city without worry. They were cheered. They were even blessed. The transport trains were blessed. The trains, the soldiers, but not the damned. No christ for jews at these stations. The citizens had been hardened enough by war. Their cheering for the heros filled their ears. No hearing the crying, the tears of those damned. That is the hard fact of war. The warrior society becomes hardened. The home fires are kept warm by watching kill videos, hearing war stories, fondling mementos. Our leaders proudly hold the gun of a tyrant. Keep it in their home in North Dallas for all visitors to see. Some may even touch

No one walks through war without getting dirty. The cannon is heard by everyone. Slaps all ears until fading into echo.

don’t be quick to call someone Nazi, your boots are still stained.

Nazism isn’t dead

It lives in symbol. It lives in energy. It lives in too many places, in too many ways. The people you so quickly call Nazi aren’t. Your too easy, too sudden, too often use only means you don’t understand. It means that Nazism can grow and will.

Bush: A Special Type Of Coward

W was a young man in the late 60’s as the Vietnam war flooded across the deltas. He was the son of a powerful man. The way the military schools work, he could have gotten in to any of them. Army, Air Force, Navy; any of them. Then he could have gone to war. He chose not to go. He chose to stay at home.

He could have flown over the battlefield, either fast, in a fighter, or high, in a bomber. He could have flown over the battle like many thousands did. He didn’t.
He could have led a ground unit. He didn’t. He could even have fired upon the enemy from a ship off shore. He didn’t. He could even have spent a year in Saigon as an aide to some colonel. He didn’t. Nope, when he could have gone to war, he didn’t. Even as a supply sergeant at Da Nang he stood the chance of injury, even death, so he staid home. Shout Oorah (trans: kill them all)but shout it from your porch.

W did decide, as the “decider” to take us to war. Not once, but twice. And we are there still. Two wars, and counting. Wars beyond his term, probably beyond Obama’s presidency.

it is a special coward that dodges his war, but so quickly send you to his endless war

There are few people in the world that can cause, who declare a war. There are many people who go to war, who are drawn into war. There have been very few people who have had both opportunities in their life. W is one of them. His choices reveal the core of his beliefs, his deeply flawed character can be drawn in no clearer way. The Xray of W is that of a special coward.