Fight! Fight! Fight!
In November 1982 I lost an argument with my parents. And I’m still pissed! I had just turned 18 and Dad told me that
I had to register with the Selective Service so that if there was a military
draft they’d know where to find me. Mom
reminded me this was one of the costs of freedom, and a pretty minor inconvenience at that. This seemed wrong on so many levels. First
the government was telling me that I had to do something. Then there was the whole drafted for military
service thing after having grown up largely in an era of peace - the idea of war was quite alien. And, of course, the biggie was the government
knowing where to find me was a particular irritant (and quite the foreshadowing moment). Under duress, I registered. (Registration is still required for all
Americans between 18-25.) Now after nearly thirty years of being on the anti-war
path, I find myself agitating for a fight.
I’m a pacifist by nature.
It’s not just because I’m a lousy
boxer. It’s economic, intellectual and spiritual - not necessarily in that order. Longtime readers are familiar with dozens of
blogs I've written about the absurdities of war. The campaign against
drugs isn’t really a war, for instance. Same
with the War against Obesity. And
certainly the reality television co-opting of the term for shows like Storage Wars and
Parking Wars just further diminishes the power of the word. The military action in Iraq (twice), Afghanistan and now Africa are all ill-considered.
June 5, 1944 was the fifth and last time the U.S. Congress
declared
war. 13 other times Congress has
authorized military engagements. 125
other times Presidents have used the military without Congressional
authorization.
The Cold War
lasted from 1947 to 1991. It wasn’t
officially declared, but according to Wikipedia was “a sustained state of political and military tension
between powers in the Western Bloc, dominated by the United States with NATO
among its allies, and powers in the Eastern Bloc, dominated by the Soviet Union
along with the Warsaw Pact.”
The Cold War was good for many parts of the U.S. The economy was largely stable, thanks to
constant investment in the military industrial complex. In fact the greatest expansion and growth in the middle class occurred during this period. There was a definable “bad guy” that could
even be personified. It helped define a
consistent foreign policy across administrations. Hollywood thrived with a long
list of fantastic covert movies.
Since the wall fell America's focus was lost, and the worst attack since
Pearl Harbor happened on 9/11/2001. The terrorist
as ‘enemy’ has never been as black-and-white as having a Khrushchev or Brezhnev
who personified evil. The CIA could
focus on the bad guys more easily because of the geographic certainty of the
opponent while the nebulous terrorist can look and act as American-as-pie as the
Tsarnaev brothers. And, really, what
movie about terrorists over the past decade is going to become a classic?
No, it’s much better when we have a definable enemy
whom we can personify. Vladimir Putin is the perfect
foil – right out of Central Casting. Quite
dour looking. He’s remaking Russia into
the Soviet Union V2.0. He’s given safe
haven to Edward Snowden, a huge irritant to the Obama administration. He’s declared war on gay people – throwing
civil rights and basic humanity out the window.
Let’s go to war. Let’s
not just pour Stoli into the gutter and pass proclamations and pat ourselves on
the back. Let’s not talk about boycotts
that will not have the impact its advocates hope for. I’m ready for
the sequel: Cold War Redux. (Much better than Cold War II.) Economic sanctions must be
applied so that there is a financial consequence of doing business there. Travel to that beautiful, incredible and
historic country must be limited. A
country that criminalizes people for being born gay (for even talking about being gay) no longer is entitled to the privileges of being part of
the civilized world. There must be consequences.
I’m ready for this war.
Sign me up. Oh, wait, I already
did that. Since I've moved since I registered, I trust the NSA can
find me when they need to. Who’s with me?
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