Lard knows I am not the most velvety of bisques when it comes to comprehending the politics of war. I am quick to boil over, and somewhat lumpy. Which is to say that, because of my impatience and clunky intellect, I often have trouble grasping the gist. But I know the stench of patriarchy when I smell it, by gum.
Take, for example, this Iraq war. Here is what it looks like to me: a bizarro-world cockfight. A bunch of sleazy old fucks opening up dented old cans of whup-ass on each other by feathered proxy, for no clear reason except their own entertainment, the taste for which proceeds from a combination of sadism, madness and teeny-weenie complex. Cheering from the bleachers, waving fistfuls of money, are the low-lifes who sell death-enhancing gewgaws to the government, and the racist godbag homophobes, and the opportunists who sell ribbon magnets to the racist godbag homophobes. In my sloppy analogy, the hapless roosters are the soldiers, but I donâ€™t know who the screwed-over and dead civilians are. The sand on the floor of the ring, maybe, covered in blood and rooster shit.
This morning, because I am back on my steady drip of so-called mainstream media–although I still havenâ€™t whipped up sufficient masochistic froth to make it through one of those Yell, Pundit! Yell! shows –I read Mark Shieldsâ€™ August 8 essay at CNN.com.
Shields appears to have caught a whiff of the cockfight ethos when he complains that â€œthe elite of the country seeks to make war little more than a spectator sport.â€ He alludes disparagingly to the fact that â€œwithout apparent embarrassment, [the Bush administration] champions a policy of military escalation with no personal participation.â€ Itâ€™s true, too. As Michael Moore and Cindy Sheehan and others have pointed out, you donâ€™t see the fruit of the Bush loins putting their rich honky asses in the way of any insurgent incendiary devices in Iraq. Shields is disgusted.
It shouldnâ€™t, he says reasonably, be just working-class kids who get sent off to the slaughter. Sing it, sister. But then, instead of suggesting that perhaps no kids ought to be sent off to the slaughter, he lapses into the romantic patriarchal patois of the nostalgic World War II buff. A really decent war should belong to everybody. â€œMoral logicâ€ demands that there be a draft. It would really bring the country together. And he quotes a bunch of old fucks who, unlike the knobs in the current administration, understand the value of noble deportment in wartime. Valor, heroism, sacrifice for the noble cause, and all the other chivalric gingerbread that makes a fella proud to be an American canâ€™t really manifest to a sufficient degree unless the privileged classes are in on the bloodlust, too.
In other words, there should be honor among patriarchal oppressors.
I, on the other hand, would argue that there should be impeachment among prevaricating presidents.