by William Skink
With the noise of the Democrat convention receding into the background I would have to say Margot Kidder’s half-ashamed, half-disgusted (she’s American/Canadian) response came closest to the reaction I had as I listened to spectacle on the radio. Read the whole piece for the full effect, but if you can’t be bothered to follow a link, then this will do:
I am half Canadian, I was brought up there, with very different values than you Americans hold, and tonight — after the endless spit ups and boasts and rants about the greatness of American militarism, and praise for American military strength, and boasts about wiping out ISIS, and America being the strongest country on earth, and an utterly inane story from a woman whose son died in Obama’s war, about how she got to cry in gratitude on Obama’s shoulder — tonight I feel deeply Canadian. Every subtle lesson I was ever subliminally given about the bullies across the border and their rudeness and their lack of education and their self-given right to bomb whoever they wanted in the world for no reason other than that they wanted something the people in the other country had, and their greed, came oozing to the surface of my psyche.
I just got back from a rather fierce walk beside the Yellowstone River here in Montana, trying to let the mountains in the distance reconnect me to some place of goodness in my soul, but I couldn’t find it. The scenery was as exquisite as ever, but it just couldn’t touch the rage in my heart. The visions of all the dead children in Syria that Hillary Clinton helped to kill; the children bombed to bits in Afghanistan and Pakistan from Obama’s drones, the grisly chaos of Libya, the utter wasteland of Iraq, the death and destruction everywhere caused by American military intervention. The Ukraine, Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala, Chile, you name it — your country has bombed it or destroyed its civilian life in some basic way.
Well said, Margot. #Imwithyou.
Hillary has sent clear signals that, if elected, ratcheting up the death machine in Syria is going to be a top priority:
Hillary Clinton plans to order a full review of the United States’ strategy in Syria as one of her first priorities if elected President.
One of her foreign policy advisers, Jeremy Bash, said she would seek to end Bashar al-Assad’s “murderous” regime despite waning political will to oust the autocratic Syrian President.
He said dealing with Syria would be Ms Clinton’s “first key task” if elected and she would work to get President Assad “out of there”.
It just amazes me that Democrats will line up to vote for a belligerent warmonger because she has a vagina and her last name isn’t Trump. I guess they’re the kind of people who hear the word “Libya” and think of a partisan witch hunt instead of a nation that was destroyed by Hillary’s deranged neocon adventurism in pursuit of total US hegemony.
Here is how one reluctant Bernie supporter rationalizes voting for Hillary:
Finally, I will listen to Bernie and vote for Hillary, unenthusiastically, in November. This is not just a vote for the lesser of two evils — this is a vote against a soulless narcissist bully and for a moderate Democrat who is being pushed left, due in large part to Bernie and his movement.
Good job, Sheepdog Bernie, you adeptly delivered your movement to the doorstep of the war party, then abandoned them, running back to being an independent. How nice that you get to keep your job and taxpayer-funded health insurance while the woman who cheated and lied her way to the top of the ticket prepares for the terminal phase of American imperialism.
While that author leaves readers with some gutless Huffington post article lecturing Bernie supporters about how to continue their failed revolution, I will let Margot have the final word:
I am not an American tonight. I reject my Puritan ancestors who landed in this country in 1648. I reject the words I voiced at my citizenship ceremony. I reject every moment of thrilling discovery I ever had in this country.
You people have no idea what it is like for people from other countries to hear you boast and cheer for your guns and your bombs and your soldiers and your murderous military leaders and your war criminals and your murdering and conscienceless Commander in Chief. All those soaring words are received by the rest of us, by us non-Americans, by all the cells in our body, as absolutely repugnant and obscene.
And there you all are tonight, glued to your TVs and your computers, your hearts swelled with pride because you belong to the strongest country on Earth, cheering on your Murderer President. Ignorant of the entire world’s repulsion. You kill and you kill and you kill, and still you remain proud.
We are fools.