I don't give a shit about Syria. Fifteen hundred men, women and children massacred in a deadly saran gas attack by their own government and I can't get it up to find the outrage. What a rotten excuse for a human being I am.
I’m
sorry. I can’t help it. I’m done with war. And you know why? Because I can no longer differentiate
between the good guys and the bad guys.
There was a time when that seemed so clear. Then came Vietnam and it played out on
television leaving indelible images of carnage in my young, impressionable,
albeit mostly stoned mind. The
realization that we, the United States of America, were the bad guys had never before
occurred to anyone of my generation, or the generations preceding mine
either.
A sacred trust was forever shattered and bad
foreign policy after bad foreign policy since then has left me with no belief
in our ability to do good anywhere in the world anymore when it comes to military
intervention. With the possible
exception of Bosnia, we’ve fucked up everything we’ve touched in the last 40
years.
They can take care of their own damn
problems. Let’s take the billions we’d
spend on bombing raids and put it to work helping our own people.
Believe it or not, I woke up this morning
intending to write a humorous post. Major
fail.