This Can’t Go On
I watched in horror as George Bush and his minions executed shock and awe on Baghdad. And I’ve seen mothers scream and tear-streaked fathers holding their dead sons and daughters thanks to our drone strikes in Iraq and Afghanistan. As a nation, we cannot claim the high ground. We, the outraged Americans could do nothing to stop our own homegrown monster, because the call was coming from inside the house.
But when I see what Russia is doing to the Ukrainians, to the wholesale slaughter of people who’ve done harm to no one, I see fucking red.
I read that the allies were ignorant of the 11 million people tortured and murdered in the Nazi camps, but I wonder if we’d have entered World War II earlier had we known. America is no stranger to genocide, injustice, wanton bloodshed, and indifference, but if there is genuine decency in our hearts we cannot permit this to continue.
I know any military involvement by us will risk a World War, one that could end most of humanity, but what’s the point of being human if we can’t be humane? We can’t possibly redeem our own actions, but perhaps we can begin to make amends by standing up to this monster and risking it all for the sake of righteousness. Perhaps this is a chance to actually live up to our ideals.
I don’t want to die just yet. I don’t want to risk the life of my loved ones, but neither can I passively permit the death of so many others and their loved ones. I don’t want to hear any more children crying. I don’t want to watch mothers throwing themselves into the graves of their children. This must stop now. Whatever it takes.
When I see the miles-long line of the Russian convoy headed for Kyiv, my mind sees bulls-eyes painted on the top of each vehicle. I’m sure there are a whole bunch of young Tom Cruz fans wishing for some target practice.
And here's a thought. I wonder how much it’d cost to hire Eric Prince’s mercs to fight on the side of good for a change. I’m willing to ante up.