Monday, September 05, 2011

How Many Shopping Days Left?

Before the biggest holy-day in America -- bigger even than Black-Friday-After-Turkey-Day. I refer, of course, to the national orgy of spurious self-pity to which we're all invited: the Tenth Anniversary of the Holy Nine-Eleven.

Perhaps those who live in Manhattan have an excuse for this nonsense. Maybe those who collect paychecks for hanging out in the Pentagram, down in DC -- no, wait, they definitely don't have an excuse. But look at this. The denizens of Green Bay, Wisconsin are apparently all ripped up and traumatized and inconsolable about the Great Disaster. You know, the one where more civilians were killed by hostile action than at any previous time in human history. (At least, more than at any previous time since August 6, 1945 ... but hey, let's get back on the proper subject here, shall we?)

Even today, almost a week ahead of time, we're being prepped. This morning, I was taking my exercise at the local YMCA when the telescreen directly in front of the elliptical trainer I was using -- tuned to ESPN, no less -- began showing us all about the impact of der Tag on somebody-or-other. I'm not sure exactly what the details were, since I was blessedly free of the audio, but there was a neat little "America Remembers" logo. Oh, yes, America remembers. We remember some things. We remember what our corporatist-governmental supervisors find it useful for us to remember; the telescreen sees to that. We remember, but we do not think. We remember, but we learn nothing. We deserve all that we get: all that we have gotten, all that we are getting, and all that is on its way to us. Willful stupidity is a violation of natural law, and punishment is ongoing. My unhappy intuition is that a rapid intensification of our punishment is not far away.

Meanwhile, let's remember, America. Here's a picture of someone devastated by the Great Nine-Eleven. Of course, he's an Eye-rackie. So, even though he's small, I'm sure he had it comin' to him. No need to drag out the bagpipes to play "Amazing Grace" for this one.


Mimi said...

Once, on somebody's blog, I saw a picture of two little Iraqi boys, maybe three years old, sitting in front of a crumbling wall. One had no legs and only one arm. Our brave troops or our high tech drones had seen to that. The picture haunts me--I'll never forget it--and so will this one. At least this child will suffer no more.
A heartfelt post, Jim, and so depressingly true.

akaGaGa said...

None of this should be surprising to a Christian. We don't think and we don't learn because we are reaping the reward for rejecting the truth:

"For this reason God will send upon them a deluding influence so that they will believe what is false, in order that they all may be judged who did not believe the truth, but took pleasure in wickedness." (2 Thess 2:11-12)

Jim Wetzel said...

akaGaGa -- great to see you! (Maybe I should post a little more often!) You're correct, of course -- no surprises here. As even a pagan knows, "those whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad."

Mimi, war is such a radical and profound disorder, such an explosive spasm of every sort of human wickedness, that it's perfectly expressed in as hideous an image as the one I've inflicted on readers here. And you're right -- the only available comfort is that the child is no longer there in that pitifully abused bit of flesh, and is no longer being ministered to by the US government's minions. Still ... such a hard rain's gonna fall.