Monday May 28th 2012 Tim
Utterances today will include the
word "Hero," or perhaps "Warrior," or "Collateral," or some other sense
of righteousness. But probably not "Children", or "Babies," or
"the screams of the dying," or "Paraplegic." Or men and
women, young and old from places that are not designated 'Ours.' I
guess if you are going to kill someone, better first to be persuaded
they do not deserve to live, have no rights in court. Then
maintain such a belief, or have it installed by a political class, so
that grief from actual killing never has its chance to dominate
the day to day, send it spiraling deep into an understanding of being
alive as a most pointless and futile exercise. Which is a
neurosis, I am told, or certainly some kind of sickness.
So to celebrate a Happy Memorial
Day, and the millions and millions of dead, probably worth answering the
question "why?" by going shopping, or making the most of "Free Shipping," or
taking to the roads on well manicured motor cycles so that others might be
blamed, or cooking hunks of meat drenched in barbeque sauce, in the
outdoors, and for the lucky, eaten with very large quantities of beer.
All of which are things the dead cannot do. But it's lemonade or soda
pop for the kiddies as they watch the soldiers march, and wreaths on the
grave. "You'll have your war, son." It's the way of life I
guess, and how clever we are to have made killing so worthwhile.