War…what is it good for…..

War is a racket. It always has been. It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious. It is international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.

A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is not what it seems to the majority of the people. Only a small “inside” group knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of the very few, at the expense of the very many. Out of war a few people make huge fortunes.

The above is from the 1935 book written by  Major General Smedley D. Butler,  , War Is a Racket.

Smedley Darlington Butler (July 30, 1881June 21, 1940), nicknamedThe Fighting Quaker” and “Old Gimlet Eye,” was a Major General in the U.S. Marine Corps and, at the time of his death, the most decorated Marine in U.S. history.

Things haven’t changed much since he said…

“I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism. I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American sugar interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927 I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested. Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.”

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Doubts….

If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties.

  • Francis Bacon, The Advancement of Learning (1605), Book I, v, 8.
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The maze…

Through the tangles of rosy thornwood,
Through the trails of distant man,
Lights a fire so weak and timid,
Lights a man who can hardly stand.

In the images I see the jawbone,
See it torqued from where it came.
Lost the softness of the mother,
Chose to carry a ball and chain.

Woe, it cries upon the morning,
Woe, its lament grieves on each day.
Caught inside it’s own creation,
Choosing to go instead of stay.

Folly rides the great white horses.
Rides in such irresistible ways.
Through the past we see the errors,
Through our wisdom we break the maze.

CAWatson04/18/2008

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