War is content, at least for those who are far from the explosions, acrid smoke and mourning parents. To those closer to the destruction and loss, it’s very real and inescapable. For most of us, the privileged, we peer into it whenever we dare, or should it come across our feeds. It’s a digital reflection of an unknown world. A place on our planet that may as well be across the universe, yet, in some small part we are complicit. Participants. Whether through endorsement, a cheerleader for gore, an active enabler of the regimes and governments which inflict violence as mechanism of policy, or as helpless witnesses. Unable or unwilling to oppose it.
The United States and Israel grapple with the defiance of Iran as it resists their repeated attacks and lies. A pariah regime through deed and geopolitical status, it’s now become a symbol of opposition for much of the world, including some in US allied nations. Those bullied, the occupied and the intervened in. It’s a bias view, one that is not entirely honest but a perception is, for now the theocratic tyranny of Iran, the oligarchical Russian Federation, one party state China and the prison regime of North Korea, all seem less intolerable to work with for the world than the self anointed ‘leader of the free world’ and it’s apartheid partner Israel.
Supposed Western values are no longer touted as reasons to wage war and kill strangers far away. Free speech, surveillance, prohibitions, heavy taxation and welfare dependencies are the prices to pay when it comes to democratically elected governments and their corporate partners. Kill the small business and entrepreneurial spirit through government policies and a destroyed currency so that only big corporations and the government itself may thrive. War is another aspect of this symbiosis, technocorporations do not need a user interface with millions of consumers, even those with little choice. Instead it can now lean into government contracts, support the security and war state, to make it efficient for rule and oppression. Call it convenient and any one opposing must surely be in favour of terrorists, criminals and child predators, otherwise why else would one be concerned with privacy and human rights?
In a generation the concept of liberal values has been taught out of the minds of those who learned diversity is merely an avatar, not alternative lifestyles, incomes and ways of thinking are permitted. It is merely a fashionable term used to homogenise critical thinking and diversity of character and being, the gentrification of thought itself. Anything different to a particular way is dangerous, radical and extremist. The superiority of the ‘correct’ way is never allowed to prove itself through example or better speech, instead it’s superior because it’s approved, and mandated. While alternatives are bit by bit, deterred and lost.
This was once a fascist or ideological monster used as a depiction to justify fighting age males to be sent abroad to kill for, and to die to protect the nation. To defend the values of individual liberty, one invasion at a time. In a recent Australian ANZAC day ceremony, members of the gathered booed when the ‘welcome to the nation’ ceremony was performed. Vice Admiral Justin Jones, chief of the Joint Operations Command, defended the right of individuals to ‘boo’ during ceremonies. He said this was why the defence force existed, to defend such individual rights. A clear disconnect between a man who would kill and die for a government which thinks and expresses otherwise. While members of the defence forces may believe they are fighting for ‘freedom’, however this is defined.
The police forces do not.
They exist to retain stability and order in accordance to sustainability and survival of the government, whether State or Federal. Protecting the individual or businesses is a distant second to keeping the government protected and in power. This includes enforcing laws that would otherwise go against the very spirit the Vice Admiral believes in, or past generations Australians did die for and held true. Now, free speech and the right to privacy are radical beliefs being sold out to a welfare dependent and government subsidised living standard for some, while others must struggle and experience constraints to their lives, under the perfumed lies of security and safety. Liberal Fascism’s, twin banners for rule. Security. Safety.
The question now stands, what are these Western values by which wars were once waged? Those used to justify imperialism in it’s many guises. If now, such values are banished to the history books, even considered radical or ignored from within liberal societies that once pretended to celebrate rugged individualism, voluntary interactions, charity and a community of human beings with different beliefs. Only now to be compressed into a crystal palace of a Panopticon, where the words of Orwell and Huxley are no longer dire dystopian warnings, instead playbooks or manifestos despite their authors concerns. War is waged beneath the brutal honesty of imperial Geo-politics and hegemonic self-interest.
Technology that was once a promissory enhancer of life and individual freedom has now revealed itself as another means of control, surveillance and to relegate the human being into a collective herd. A means of extraction, data and otherwise. Violence is both decried in political and media language, yet it is the means by which all is possible. To coerce, force and blackmail. Manipulate, deceive and deny. There is no choice if the outcome is much the same. Peace is war. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Slavery is freedom. Soma is a lifestyle, dependency, limited comforts. Big Brother is all of us, yet no one in particular.
War however remains the same. Bloody and horrible. Miserable. Beyond the caviar fingers and bad breathe of those in expensive suits as they shake hands, nod heads and say what needs to be said, when to be said, their contempt for the innocent remains. The world exists for them. They are gods who view millions of human beings as subjects. Some may believe at best that others should be steered and lives planned. The direction somewhere in Utopia. In reality, it’s in their self-interests, not the rest of us.
When a clumsy assassin stumbles before the elites and their president, it becomes content. Media puppets the masters words, There is no place for violence in society. Even if such a society is built on violence, retained through it. Even as school girls bodies remain buried after being burned and crushed to death from the professional killers of such a society. They repeat it. What they mean is, only they may murder and commit the violence. It’s their monopoly.
The would be assassins manifesto reads with greater depth and humour than any head of states Truth Social post. Yet, we know that an assassin is deranged. Wrong. Evil. He who would dare to take life with his own hands. The head of state, they make decisions on behalf of millions, impacting millions. Enabling and conducting genocide, bombing schools, starving children, destroying hospitals. Such killings are things done out of apparent necessity, pragmatic or, as an act of policy. It’s understood that a polite society should kill in such a manner. The Western values or individual liberty once called for it, to spread such virtues required “broken eggs”. Now, it’s done for…?
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We can witness young males ripped from the streets, forced into military service and pushed to the front lines with less than the bare minimum of training. To be fodder, defenders of a government in it’s defence against another government which sends prisoners into battle, alongside mercenaries and the military who wage a war with ancient violence mashed with twenty-first century techno-horror. Drones rip life from groups and solitary soldiers with horrible precision. We see the pre-deaths in all their individual ways, life ended, not just uniforms of government but the human inside of them.
We see the conscripts whimper. Cold and hungry. Far from home. The dancing influencers distant from them. Men who are other wise dim witted, like McNamara’s Morons they are sent to fill uniforms and hopefully kill, but mostly die. To be killed from artillery, killer robots, bayonets, or bullets. Bad luck always.
We see snipers line the ruins of a city. Rubble and stone, powder over corpses. The snipers bullets take life with precise discrimination. In one clip, a young girl and her younger brother, braving the open ground to find water. The professional soldier of government far away, pulls the trigger. Killing her. Leaving the young sibling to watch her die, dead. Bleed. A man handcuffed stands as a prisoner, shot in cold blood. We saw such a thing in Saigon, the cover of Time magazine or on the television, it did not win the war, or end it then. Seeing it now, it’s not as impacting. The viewer is indifferent. Murder is merely content. Not a subject matter to ruminate over, let alone digest. To scroll past, if seen at all.
Somalia is bombed again and again. Millions face hunger. The Sudan bleeds and starves before hoards of foreign backed killers, different governments interested in perpetuating a forgotten genocide that has little media coverage. They, them over there. They die. They suffer. They starve. Children with bloated bellies and dry tears, painfully expire. The polite societies gorged by obesity watch on, enabling the killers, ensuring the constrictions to those regions continue. Colonialism has left Africa mostly in name, the debt and imperial interests continue for much of it. Whether it’s through the extraction of rare Earth used to satiate the ‘green’ technologies or so that a toaster may connect to the internet in a Westerners suburban home, children and the impoverished labour for it. Or, coffee, cotton, chocolate. Despite Iranian attacks, the opulent Gulf regimes, so loved by Westerners rely and were built on variations of slavery. Many of which were deceived and forced into building towers and attractions for Westerners with wanderlust to take a selfie in or satisfy the passport privilege they take for granted.
In the past it was the White Man’s Burden, the need to civilise and bring reason to the savages, to enlighten, teach and liberate the darkness from them. It turned into the spreading of the aforementioned Western or liberal values. Now, whether through laziness or truth itself, those bullshit benevolences are no longer cited. It’s just self-interest, profit and hegemony and still the masters are loved and trusted. They don’t even need to lie, and still the public endorses.
The wars will continue. Even if they mostly go unnoticed. They exist on the feeds, somewhere. Whether you see them or not, care or not. It matters very little. The lie that was once believed, was that if only enough people saw and knew, then it could not, would not happen. That’s not true. Most don’t really care. They also profit from the extraction and wars. It may be an uncomfortable truth but, hedonistic conveniences have a way of placating such concerns and thoughts. Many Congolese lost their limbs and lives so that Europe may enjoy cheap rubber. Little has, or will change. That’s the real values as known by much of the world. The liberty, peace and individual rights. Lies, lies told by us, to ourselves. Or, maybe some of us did and still do believe. Surely values lurk beyond whatever the feed feeds us, or what is allowed or what buys us? Values can lay beyond comfort and the delusion of safety and security? And whatever values do exist, must the innocent be killed to afford them?
