…continues its descent into madness with not one, but two stirring defenses of peeing on corpses. West, to his credit, thinks the troops need disciplined but also makes the reasonable point that slack must be cut to troops under intense strain. Fair enough. But the chickenhawk draft dodgers at the Weekly Standard bury that lede and instead have the temerity to headline “Shut up!” to normal people appalled by the ugliness of this embarrassing scene from their war, which has subjected these troops to the horrific strain they have been under, while the laptop bombardiers at the Weekly Standard do not lift a finger to go fight themselves. Instead, the damp-handed false prophets like Bill Kristol just keep coming up with new wars to send these exhausted men and women into.
Meanwhile the bloggers at the second link actually try to get us to believe that peeing on corpses is not an ugly fruit of the ugly thing that is war, but a glorious act worthy of celebration. For these cowards, every war is always World War II–and somebody else is always fighting it for them.
Amazing. What does the Right stand for these days? Zeal for endless preemptive war in defiance of Holy Church–and for sending somebody else to fight it, as well as leaving them to joblessness if they return and quietly dumping their remains in landfills if they don’t for ten years. Pettifogging excuses for Torture. Seducing prolifers into cheering for “wonderful” murder. Leading the charge for indefinite detention of citizens. Serial adultery. Peeing on corpses. Rich chickenhawk congresscritters screaming at moms with two kids and two jobs to join the military as proof of their love of families. Calling health care a privilege, not a right and cheering for the death of uninsured people. Good Christian folk booing that peacenik commie wimp Jesus when Ron Paul says we need to follow the Golden Rule in our foreign policy. Paranoid brainless identity politics ready to accuse anybody who questions this madness of sleeping with the Enemy and being (gasp!) a liberal!
And soon: a Plastic Android capping his career of corporate piracy with the bauble of the presidency, the better to finish looting the rest of us. Another Empty Suit who is pro-choice, emblematic of everything that’s wrong about the incestuous marriage of Caesar and Mammon, and utterly without principles. Aside from pretending to be anti-abortion every four years in order to wrangle the suckers back on to the plantation with empty promises, what exactly does this debased and depraved shell of conservatism, perfectly incarnate in this hollowed-out shell of a politician, have to offer? Does anybody in their five wits believe that should the Plastic Android become President, he will give a rip about nominating judges who will overturn Roe?
This guy? Really?
Uh huh. Just look at the burning concern for the least of these. And we are–seriously?–expected to believe that this utterly fake imitation of a public servant–whom Mary Ann Glendon preposterously declares a “a great success story for the pro-life movement” and Jim DeMint says “feels passionately that the value of human life begins at conception”–is to be believed when he only came to this “passionate feeling” after consulting polls? And once again I will be told I must support this fraud or face the excommunicating wrath of “conservatives” who will, once again, tell me I hate America, babies and God if I don’t.
Goodbye to all that. This hollowed-out corpse of a political philosophy can’t die fast enough. Happily, it is earnestly laboring to commit suicide as it solidifies behind this utter mockery. I just hope it doesn’t burn down the world with it as these bellicose lunatics recklessly plunge us into another war, this time with Iran and (very possibly) Russia (since the Russians warn that an attack on Tehran is an attack on Moscow).
Our hope is not in man. Our hope is in the Lord Jesus Christ and him only.