I have
never heard of Joan Nagy before.
This
article is written with such power and expression, that I must confess my total
admiration to such a literary genius. It is the first time in my 66 years of
life that someone has ever moved me so much that I feel compelled to
respond. No one has ever been able
to provoke me into this frame of mind or mood before. For those of you who don’t believe that the Americans should
be doing what most of us believe should be done (getting rid of terrorists and
Saddam Hussein) had better read this article with care and understanding. It truly
expresses the mood of the silent majority. Don.
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Subject: America in Iraq
Why Some Americans Blame America
Joan Nagy
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
I’ve heard all the arguments against the war. Every single one, from the mouths
of the painstakingly stupid to the Ivy League elitist educated beyond his or
her intelligence.
I’ve heard the communist, the Bush hater, the young, the old, the passionate,
the emotional, the near comatose and the holier-than-thou speak freely and with
total abandonment. They speak with the moral certitude of the Pope and the
decisive and self-possessed confidence of a CIA insider.
But don’t ask them a follow-up question or ask them to explain anything an inch
beyond their rote platitudes, because no one is home in the attic.
Many are confused by the anti-war movement and by the glaring hypocrisy of
defending the continued rule of a homicidal madman like Saddam under the banner
of a “peace movement.” Many pundits try to intellectualize the protesters’
dissent using logic, reason, history and truth.
They all fail.
The most obvious reason motivating these protesters is hardly ever mentioned
and politely avoided. Yet there exists a common thread that binds all the
anti-war protesters, regardless of their external differences, into one
homogeneous group.
A single yellow thread stitched down the back of each protester binds the group
and reveals the truth. The anti-war protesters all possess the spineless soul
of a coward.
They are shameless cowards lacking the required character necessary to accept
and acknowledge the truth of the peril facing themselves and our country. They
smother themselves in the softness of denial, for the weight of truth is too
heavy for these spineless beings to shoulder.
They covet the guise of the noble sage seeking peace and a higher plane of
existence. They are frauds. Their weakness and denial will lead them down the
path of enslavement, where they will be forced, at too late a date, to
acknowledge their error.
When you try to engage them in debate and state pure, hard, cold facts, they
react like a psychotic protecting their psychosis and quickly jump to a
different point. When you corner them again on that point with a hard, cold
fact they will again jump to a third point, all the while thinking that they
are more clever and informed than you.
In fact, if you scan the banners in any anti-war rally, you will see every
single mental defense mechanism represented in posters:
� PROJECTION: Bush is stupid.
� DENIAL: Saddam is no threat. Inspections
are working.
� RATIONALE: Preserve Iraq’s sovereignty.
� IDENTIFICATION: Lennon said “Give peace a
chance.”
� REGRESSION: U.S. armed Saddam.
� SUBLIMATION: Make love, not war (a
classic).
� DISPLACEMENT: Bush is the real terrorist.
� REACTION FORMATION: U.S. military are
immoral fascist pigs.
� REPRESSION: There’s no proof of Saddam’s
aggression.
When our country was attacked on Sept. 11, there was nothing ambiguous
involving the information about who attacked us or on why we were targeted. The
terrorists were brutally clear about why they chose to murder 3,000 average
American citizens. We, the average American civilian, not the military or the
government exclusively, represent the enemy.
We are the infidels that their god demanded they kill. In fact, our murders
insured their entrance into heaven, where 72 grateful virgins awaited their
arrival. Talk about your incentive packages.
These religious terrorists possess no single nation state and no formal
military of their own, so they need to rely on the “kindness of strangers.”
There are no two people stranger than Saddam and Kim Jong-il. Each is willing
and able to supply the al-Qaeda delivery system with any weapon of mass
destruction the terrorist can haul, hide, drag or carry to our shores.
Our domestic protesters rail against our courageous president because his
boldness magnifies their timidity. They hate his moral certitude and clarity
because these traits only serve to expose their wretched moral haze. He is
strong, they are not.
You don’t need the toughness of a Marine to accept the harsh reality of the
situation facing us, but you do need internal fortitude, an adult mind and the
courage to embrace the truth.
It’s a shocking realization to accept the fact that you live in a world in
which fate will make you choose to either kill or be killed. Lacking the
courage to acknowledge this fate will not make it go away. This is the belief
of a child and a coward.
If the events of Sept. 11 had proceeded WWII, the entire nation would have
galvanized into one terrific monolith of unstoppable, single- minded war
effort, but something has happened to legions of American since WWII.
In the postwar prosperity Americans lived lives free of the great burdens that
had vexed prior generations. While other generations endured the Great
Depression, WWI and the normal hardships of life in the early 20th century,
American life in the second half of the 20th century was about as rich and
comfortable as earthly possible.
In this atmosphere of unparalleled fortune many weak-minded individuals
surrendered to their selfishness. In the absence of real problems they
magnified life’s common issues and immersed themselves in a gluttony of
emotions.
The weak became “Oprahfied.” Legions fell under the spell of pop psychologists,
the modern-day snake oil salesmen who told adults to “get in touch with their
inner child.” Pop psychology lingo entered the mainstream culture and legions
of seemingly intelligent people wrung their hands on national talk shows and
demanded “closure” for every unpleasant episode in their cushy, pampered lives.
“Recreational drugs” helped anesthetize any difficult issue for legions of Baby
Boomers. In their drug-induced melancholy they lost the chance to garner the
strength that comes from having soberly and diligently surmounted their
problems.
We are now seeing the effects of these modern-day excesses as they spill over
into the national debate on the necessity of fighting a war to protect our very
lives.
Legions of Americans have become weak and cowardly, lacking the depth of
character from which they need to amass strength, wisdom and courage to face
the truth. Their protests are a shameful sight, and they burden the loved ones
of our very brave volunteer soldiers, who wait and worry for their safe return.
When my immigrant maternal grandmother lost her only son, dashed to his death
in WWII on the rocky coast of England, when shifting winds moved his parachute,
she endured the tragedy with a dignity beyond her station in life.
Not being schooled in pop psychology, she didn’t get in touch with her inner
child or worry about how to obtain “closure” on an impossible situation. She
never took a Valium because she never had to.
She lived her life the best she could, cleaning her house, attending church and
occasionally seeing a movie in town. These small bits of life, over time,
carried her further and further from her grief. She still cried a little, every
evening around the time when the telegram was delivered that fateful day, but
that was just to acknowledge her son’s life and continue a connection to him.
I only knew my grandmother the first six years of my life, but as time passed
and I learned of her life’s events while maintaining the memory of her quiet
dignity, I learned a great lesson.
That lesson is that there are causes and purposes which you my be involved in during
your lifetime that are greater and more important in the grand scheme of things
then even the love a mother has for her child, even if that love is enormous.
And I am extremely grateful that when my grandmother mourned her son, she
didn’t have to endure the protest of weak and cowardly neighbors or friends
parading their ignorance in the streets.
Imagine scenes of Americans calling FDR a “terrorist” or defending Hitler after
he invaded France, saying, “He’s no threat to us.” Or, upon hearing rumors of
Hitler’s atrocities, saying, “There’s no proof that he’s doing such things.”
These words, this domestic ingratitude and stupidity, would have compounded my
grandmother’s grief and tormented her lamenting soul beyond repair.
So, you weak and cowardly protesters, as you exercise your constitutional right
of free speech; and you Hollywood useful idiots, as you eagerly showcase your
Grand Canyon-size stupidity; and you despicable, lowlife Democratic senatorial
bastards: When you criticize our president in this time of war for cheap
political positioning, remember how your words of dissent cut the hearts and
souls of the parents of our brave soldiers who just sacrificed their sons and
daughters for your ungrateful but safe and free asses.
Joan Nagy can be contacted by e-mail at [EMAIL PROTECTED].
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