Rockets And Bombs In Persian Gulf Options

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Rockets and Bombs in the Persian Gulf




I’d like to talk a little about the “WAR” we had in the Persian Gulf. Remember that? The big war in the Persian Gulf? Lemme tell you what was goin’ on.

Naturally, you can forget all that entertaining fiction about having to defend the model democracy those lucky Kuwaitis get to live under. And for the moment you can also put aside the very real, periodic need Americans have for testing their new weapons on human flesh. And also, just for the fun of it, let’s ignore George Bush’s obligation to protect the oil interests of his family and friends. There was another, much more important, consideration at work. Here’s what really happened.


Dropping a Load for Uncle Sam


The simple fact is that America was long overdue to drop high explosives on helpless civilians; people who have no arguments with us whatsoever. After all, it had been awhile, and the hunger gnaws. Remember that’s our specialty: picking on countries that have marginally effective air forces. Afghanistan and Iraq is another more recent example.


Surfing Unnecessary


But all that aside, let me tell you what I liked about that Gulf War: it was the first war that appeared on every television channel, including cable. And even though the TV show consisted largely of Pentagon war criminals displaying maps and charts, it got very good ratings. And that make sense, because we like war. We’re a warlike people. We can’t stand not to be F***** with someone. We couldn’t wait for the Cold War to end so we could climb into the big Arab sandbox and play with our nice new toys. WE enjoy war.

And one reason we enjoy it is that we’re good at it. You know why we’re good at it? Because we get a lot of practice. This country is only 200 years old and already we’ve had ten major wars. We average a major war every twenty years. So we’re good at it!


And it’s just as well we are, because we’re not very good at any thing else. Can’t build a decent car anymore. Can’t make a TV set a cell phone, or a VCR. Got no steel industry left. No textiles. Can’t educate our young people. Can’t get health care to old people. But we can bomb the s**t outta your country, all right. We can bomb the s**t outta your country!


If You’re Brown, You’re Going Down


Especially if your country is full of brown people. Oh, we like that, don’t we? That’s our hobby now. But it’s also our new job in the world: bombing brown people. Iraq, Panama, Grenada, Afghanistan, Pakistan & Libya. You got some brown people in your country? Tell ‘em to watch the F*** out, or we’ll Goddamn bomb them!

Well, who were the last white people you can remember that we bombed? In fact, can you remember any white people we ever bombed? The Germans! That’s it! Those are the only ones. And that was only because they were tryin’ to cut in our action. They wanted to dominate the world. Bulls**t! That’s our job. That’s our F***** job.

But the German are ancient history. These days we only bomb brown people. And not because they’re cutting in on our action; we do it because they’re brown. Even those Serbs we bombed in Yugoslavia aren’t really white, are they? Naaah they’re sort of down near the swarthy end of the white spectrum. Just brown enough to bomb. I’m still waiting for the day we bomb the English. People who really deserve it.


A Disobedient American


Now, you folks might’ve noticed, I don’t feel about that Gulf War the way we were instructed to feel about it by the United States government. My mind doesn’t work that way. You see, I’ve got this real moron thing I do; it’s called “thinking”. And I guess I’m not a very good American, because I like to form my own opinions; I don’t just roll over when I’m told. Most Americans roll over on command. Not me. There are certain rules I observe.


Believe You Me


My first rule: Never believe anything anyone in authority says. None of them. Government, Police, Clergy, the Corporate Criminals, None of them. And neither do I believe anything I’m told my the media, who, in the case of the Gulf War, functioned as little more than unpaid employees of the Defense Department, and who, most of the time, operate as an unofficial public relations agency for government and industry.

I don’t believe in any of them. And I have to tell you, folks, I don’t really believe very much in my country either. I don’t get all choked up about yellow ribbons and American flags. I see them as symbols, and I leave them to the symbol-minded.