I have been so disturbed by the images from Abu Ghraib prison that I haven’t known what to say about them. They are the best recruiting tool for Al Quaeda that one can imagine. I have opposed all of BushCo’s actions in Iraq. However, although I desperately want BushCo out, I held some hope that the Iraq war would turn out better than I feared. Now events are becoming worse than I had ever imagined. Finally, yesterday’s news of an on-line video of a beheading — snuff porn complete with screaming — was more than I could handle. It depressed me. I felt nauseaus. How could this man’s family handle this viedotaped and publicized death of their son. His death, the death of thousands of Iraqi’s, hundreds of American soldiers and the future murder of countless civilians by terrorists are the fault of BushCo. Myopic narrow-minded zealotry has led us down a very dark path. For the first time in decades I feel that there is little hope for a positive turn in global, or even domestic, affairs.
I’ve said enough. Now I’ll let Mark Murford speak for me:
The pictures are worth a thousand disgusted moans. It’s all flag-draped coffins and dog chains and forced masturbation and pistol whippings and miserable bloody hooded Iraqi men — not terrorists, just men — with wires attached to their fingers and genitals and made to stand up for hours and days on end until their feet swell and their lungs collapse and their livers fail, and you can hear our stunned death-drunk nation cry: Hey, whatever happened to our nice, clean little war? How did it get so ugly and out of hand? And isn’t the “Frasier” finale on soon? Sigh.
Isn’t the nation just so very outraged — outraged! — over the nasty rogue’s gallery of photos gushing forth from the stunned media of late (with frightening promises that the worst is yet to come), all those snickering U.S. Army guards and sickeningly abused Iraqi POWs and dead U.S. soldiers and scowling generals.
And there’s BushCo blaming Rumsfeld and Rumsfeld blaming the military and the military blaming miserable 21-year-old female trailer-park scapegoats and once again there stands Dubya, looking angry and baffled, like a kid who just got grounded for getting another D on a spelling test.
Did you really think war would be all light spankings and fur-lined handcuffs and afternoon tea, George? All happy giggling soldiers blasting each other with squirt guns and playing jacks in the streets of Fallujah?
Did you really believe your second war in as many years would be all neat and tidy and bloodless and gift-wrapped and lacking in gruesomeness and bile and disfiguring genital mutilation? What are you, a puppet? Oh wait.
But let’s not be too hard on the least articulate, least intellectual, least accountable president in U.S. history. After all, Dubya’s just like much of America. He is the prefect embodiment of our world-famous myopia, a selective type of dangerous tunnel vision whereby if we don’t see it and don’t really feel it and the media doesn’t splash it all over us, it must not be true.
And, really, what Bush-votin’ flag-wavin’ God-numbed patriot wants to hear that the U.S. is a world-class hypocrite, committing many of the same crimes and tortures, rapes and humiliations that Saddam himself did, in the very same prison? Who wants to hear that, in many ways, we’ve done no better by the Iraqi (or Afghan) people than their former leadership, and in some ways have made things far worse?
And who wants to know that we have become the violent, unwanted clown on the global stage, justifiably ridiculed and thoroughly unsympathetic, as the world boos and hurls rotten foreign policies? Who wants to know that we are, in short, losing the war? Look there, isn’t that Dick Cheney, hiding behind an American coffin, fondling his Halliburton portfolio and snickering quietly? Why yes, yes it is.
Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is also Bush. This is a man who goes on Saudi television to claim rape and torture and sadism is not the American way of conducting a war (but not, actually, to apologize — never that), that such behavior is contrary to our God and our principles and our morals and our happily imbecilic black-and-white, good-versus-evil worldview.
And what is that truth now? What have these photos, these glorious wartime atrocities, accomplished? Why, nothing short of guaranteeing that the United States has never been so violently hated among Middle Eastern nations as it is right now.
Nothing short of massacring any last vestige of remaining 9/11 sympathy. Nothing short of supplying a whole new generation of enraged terrorists with all the proof they need that their cause is entirely valid and just.
And nothing short of proving, for the 10,000th time, that BushCo has dug us a grimy, violent, blood-soaked hole so deep we may never fully emerge.