I just watched the Peace Laureate performing his function as Official Comforter of Stricken Communities ... in this case, Newtown, Connecticut, where the most recent school slaughter happened last week. He must have told his speechwriting staff to wax poetic, and they seem to have earned their paychecks.
Yes, I'm sickened and appalled, just as we're all officially supposed to be. But right now, what sickens me are the uses to which the regime -- surely, a manifestation of detestable evil -- puts the pathetic bodies of the dead. In this case, it's not hard to see that they'll be used as a means of further diminishing the liberties remaining to we serfs, and to enhance the powers of our rulers. No great surprise there.
But I'm also thinking about other bodies. Other children's bodies. But not in Connecticut. I'm thinking of ones in Afghanistan, and Iraq, and Yemen, and Pakistan. I'm thinking about the Peace Laureate's hired torpedoes (sorry, I must have meant "our heroes in uniform") who kill children ... brownish ones, with funny names ... to advance the alleged US "national interest" in the filthy international games of wealth and power and dominance and advantage. Or to bolster the political standing and tough-guy image of the clowns in American political offices, jackass and elephant alike. Or for the sporting satisfaction of our heroes in uniform, soon to be seeking jobs in American "police forces" ... sleep well, Mr. and Mrs. America!
My, how the state does nourish itself on dead bodies: foreign and domestic alike. Revolting.
Of all the humane and eloquent words mouthed by the Peace Laureate, which do not apply at least as well to the last twenty or thirty underage Muslim victims of drone attacks, ordered by this same Official Comforter? What did he say about the American schoolchildren that isn't at least as true of the collateral damage that he so cheerfully inflicts overseas?
Sow the wind -- reap the whirlwind.