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The Soul of a Socialist

From the pen of H. G. Wells (1908), socialist:

War is a collective concern; to turn one’s back upon it, to refuse to consider it as a possibility, is to leave it entirely to those who are least prepared to deal with it in a broad spirit.

In many ways war is the most socialistic of all forces. In many ways military organization is the most peaceful of activities. When the contemporary man steps from the street, of clamorous insincere advertisement, push, adulteration, underselling and intermittent employment into the barrack-yard, he steps on to a higher social plane, into an atmosphere of service and cooperation and of infinitely more honorable emulations. Here at least men are not flung out of employment to degenerate because there is no immediate work for them to do. They are fed and drilled and trained for better services. Here at least a man is supposed to win promotion by self-forgetfulness and not by self-seeking. And beside the feeble and irregular endowment of research by commercialism, its little shortsighted snatches at profit by innovation and scientific economy, see how remarkable is the steady and rapid development of method and appliances in naval and military affairs! Nothing is more striking than to compare the progress of civil conveniences which has been left almost entirely to the trader, to the progress in military apparatus during the last few decades. The house appliances of to-day for example, are little better than they were fifty years ago. A house of to-day is still almost as ill-ventilated, badly heated by wasteful fires, clumsily arranged and furnished as the house of 1858. Houses a couple of hundred years old are still satisfactory places of residence, so little have our standards risen. But the rifle or battleship of fifty years ago was beyond all comparison inferior to those we possess; in power, in speed, in convenience alike. No one has a use now for such superannuated things.

Watch ‘Atrocity Inc: How Israel Sells Its Destruction Of Gaza’

Watch ‘Atrocity Inc: How Israel Sells Its Destruction Of Gaza’

Since the Hamas-led attacks in Israel on October 7, 2023, the Western mainstream media have propagated hoax claims about atrocities committed against Israeli civilians that have been systematically debunked by alternative media outlets such as The Grayzone, Electronic Intifada, and Mondoweiss.

Now the superb investigative journalist Max Blumenthal and his team at The Grayzone have released a 44-minute documentary titled Atrocity Inc: How Israel Sells Its Destruction of Gaza, which details how government officials and the media have manufactured consent for Israel’s genocide in Gaza by uncritically parroting hoax claims such as that many babies were beheaded, a baby was cooked in an oven, a baby was cut out of a pregnant woman’s womb and murdered, and Hamas used systematic rape as a weapon of war (the topic of a major New York Times report debunked as a hoax yet still uncorrected, much less retracted).

The documentary also discusses how some if not many Israeli civilians were killed not by Palestinian militants but by Israeli armed forces, with a resurrection of an older Israeli policy called the “Hannibal Directive”.

This is a must-watch exposé of how propaganda works to get gullible members of the public (a seeming majority) to support or at least remain quiet about Israel’s US-backed crimes against humanity:

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On “Election Integrity”

On “Election Integrity”

The government openly claims the right to control everyday decisions millions of people make with taxes and regulations.
Why would they have some exception for who gets to run for (or be elected) President of the United States?
The same deep state Domestic Imperialist mindset that regulates all commercial interactions “for your own good” obviously does not just sit idly by and let people decide who the official USA mascot is.

US Navy Can’t Weld

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Fire all uniformed flag officers in the chain.

Releive all SES and naval civilians leaders in the chain.

Immediately.

And this is peacetime.

And keep this in mind, find this many faulty welds and ALL welds on the ship have to be inspected and certified. That is very time consuming and expensive. Will the USN do the right thing? I doubt it.

The fraud cavalcade never ends in the US Navy. And they are lying when they say this did not affect ship safety. Welding is an important component of keeping metal objects intact.

In a letter to House and Senate armed services committee members Thursday, Navy Secretary Carlos Del Toro said impacted ships include the recently-revamped aircraft carrier George Washington and the brand-new attack submarines Hyman G. Rickover and New Jersey.

Citing shipyard officials, Del Toro wrote that the issue involved “welders who did not follow welding procedures properly.”

“Importantly, the Naval Sea Systems Command (NAVSEA) has assessed that the welds were not on components or systems that affect ship safety or operations,” he wrote. “NAVSEA, as the technical warrant holder, has determined the ships are safe to operate.” [Ed bolded]

I call BS.

https://www.militarytimes.com/news/pentagon-congress/2024/10/04/navy-identifies-three-vessels-impacted-by-faulty-shipyard-weld-work/

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Watch This Antiwar Message from The Libertarian Institute!

Watch This Antiwar Message from The Libertarian Institute!

Earlier this year, I was honored to become a Research Fellow at The Libertarian Institute, which of course opposes the US government’s criminal policies in international affairs. Keith Knight, the institute’s managing editor and host of the Don’t Tread on Anyone podcast, recently invited us all to share our views on being anti-war.

Watch the resulting excellent compilation of anti-war messages in the following video, “Why We Must Choose Peace Over War: An Urgent Plea for Humanity” (my contribution begins at about the 15:25 mark):

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US Navy Follies: The Other Ghost Fleet

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The US Navy and Marines have not conducted an amphibious assault on contested beach since Inchon in Korea (10-19 September 1950 although arguably the last major contested amphibious campaign in May of 1945 of Okinawa) and have practically abandoned surface maritime connectors from ship to shore in favor of helicopter lift and vertical envelopment. The recent debacle in Gaza with the shabby portable pier that lasted 20 days after delivering 8,800 tons of aid at a cost of 320 million dollars, now lost is a demonstration project that the US Navy has essentially lost its ship to shore capabilities.

The Navy is trying desperately to maintain a 31-ship amphibious fleet [10 amphibious ready groups (ARGs)] harnessed to a  doctrine that is now defunct. To be clear; the US Navy conducts amphibious operations; the Marines conduct amphibious assaults.

American naval and marine forces have no capability conduct an amphibious operation/assault against a contested beach in a near-peer or peer environment.

And everyone reading this will know it not be capped at ten billion dollars.

A $5.79 billion award funds the detailed design and construction of three Flight II San Antonio-class amphibious warships – LPD-33, LPD-34 and LPD35. A second $3.8 bill award funds the advanced procurement and detailed design and construction for the future big deck amphib Helmand Province (LHA-10), according to the contract announcement.

https://news.usni.org/2024/09/24/ingalls-wins-9-6b-in-shipbuilding-contracts-for-4-amphibious-warhsips

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Anti-War Blog – Be Proud

Anti-War Blog – Be Proud

Proud mother come and see what your soldier sons are doing, see them search crying children who no longer can walk the streets to go from home to school. They kidnap little boys, to torture or imprison. Maybe they shatter their arms and send them on their way. Cry for your soldier boys when they come home to you, ironed uniforms, medals and ribbons but gone are their child like eyes replaced by the killers gaze. Your soldier sons chose government over his own mum.

Proud father can you see your sons courage, as they fight civilians who throw stones and pick up the gun. They blow to pieces buildings in search of terrorists, only to find them under each body crushed by debris. The warrior serves his master, killing whoever he is asked to. This is called honour. Paid to serve, obediently violent. For many it’s a religion to conquer and kill, to be done with a smile on their face. For others its just his time to do what you, yourself did. You remember when you did this too Dad? You had a war or two, too. The calling for each generation, death, war and taxes.

Sisters and daughters look away from their screaming girls and women. The soldiers leave them bleeding, bayonet or bullet. Or the blood runs down their legs as warriors climb out from between them. Snipers spy from far away, watching mother and child. Pull of a trigger. One life over. Then another. Proud, brave and courageous the sniper, another terrorist stopped in the crib of youth. Or ten more made. The war must go on, policy is more sacred than life.

The occupiers ensure that they are imprisoned and controlled inside their homeland. Home is a ghetto, a camp for those who can not flee. So they must live with the fleas, like them and even fight as they would. Tall city blocks or suburban flats, jungles filled with trees or oceans of sandy dunes, the occupiers come as they please. The loyal soldiers believing they are right, bold with the dignity of might. God and Country are their drugs, it keeps them high enough to fight. The occupied are heathens, non-humans, the enemy. Even when it’s for their own good they must die and suffer.

Those cosy back at home, watching through news papers and screens, scrolling and fascinated while gorged on indifference or strong with a chickenhawks courage, is this in your name? Aroused by wars exciting colours, the blood and bruises and pretty explosions all so that the degenerate can orgasm by proxy. Or those who pretend to hate it, to oppose it while putting the hand out dependent on the warmachines welfare or to feed it’s mechanism with labour and bureaucratic senselessness. This is your religion, the sacrifice of innocents so that the god of state may see another day. Each death birth, the new life of policy came from a painful rape. Own it, be proud, this is the state.

Fast moving jets and hypersonic missiles, drones that can see from far away, satellite images and artificial intelligent machines doing what the gladius and musket once did. Hail Caesar, for the glory of Rome, Sieg Heil! for the Fatherland, Manifest destiny and Uncle Same, for the Emperor, Banzai!, It’s the Promised land! And God save the King or Queen or Non-binary other. To make heaven on earth, comrade! The reasons always there, conquer, kill, occupy, colonise, genocide.

The unmarked graves beneath the cement dust or muddy fields, bits of meat rotting in the jungle heat, sand washes over the dried bones or thousands through chimneys, up in smoke. Body bags to be flown home, wrapped in flags, heroes return, necrophilic ceremonies for unknown soldiers, the forgotten fallen uncounted and unknown, was the war won? And who for? You, them, us or they? Did the dead feel better knowing it was a victory?

The living remain, broken bodies and minds. Innocents bludgeoned away. Mother and father see your son, as he stumbles home, no longer your boy, but a man? Limping or his mind in a fog, dependent on medicines. The drill sergeant to a therapist, he went for some cause, now he’s a lost cause. Is this glory? All the dying, all that killing, so politicians can continue to run? To make the nation great, again? To secure real estate? The hero returned. Proud? Is there enough money to be made to bury a baby in another unmarked grave? The killers always easy to bribe, the mourning mothers never could be.

Those who remain, is this the life? To live and suffer knowing that tomorrow another war, more invaders will come. The land polluted, bombs waiting to snatch life and limbs in the years after, cancer slithers through the veins, the remnants of the invaders yet to return and killers who live nearby. Neither friend or foe, just warriors fighting for an unending end. The innocent a prop, a baby wrapped in barbed wire, an innocent stripped like a tree, another crater a mothers heart and a fallen building a fathers heart, just collateral debris in the geography of war. None of which matters to the planners, the masters, the distant voyeurs who shrug, “that’s war.”

Wait until they drop the big one, all of them. Every single one. No more cities, no more countries, mutually assured victory. Life goes on, barely. That burning of the flesh, searing pain, brilliant light in the eyes, rushing winds and eternal dark is what pride feels like. All kids dead, no lives better or worse. To the planners, above all else they didn’t win. No one does. Their wisdom for victory, death and mayhem, that’s the end.

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