Attribution: Chad Davis, CC BY 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, pauses with the keeper and Phyllis to review some obvious verities and obfuscation concerning the killing of fellow human beings.
Since being in over his head has never been a hindrance, the keeper plows ahead with the obvious: To needlessly kill a fellow human before our very eyes is to be a stupid murderer and to incur our wrath; and to then, from a leadership podium, deny facts and blame the victims is to top our wrath with shame for being a voting booth accomplice to your unspeakable cruelty.
Killing fellow humans on a global scale is an highly profitable industry, sponsored by the billionaire industrialists and structured to make heroes of the cannon-fodder commoners who end up under the white crosses, or survive to live with the memory of directing napalm bombs and artillery onto North Korean mountain tops to kill as many humans as possible.
Every day the war scores are kept—hundreds, thousands, children, elderly, all killed in the interests of either promoting or preventing the cruel machinations of narcissistic old men.
Then, when one of those narcissistic old men engineers home-grown killings that remind us how horrible killing really is, but how apparently necessary it is as his dictatorial plans play out, the emotional load goes to overload with awful images of our in-house murderers and ourselves.
