Four More Wars!

I had intended to follow up my survey of American values—usury, sodomy, and genocide—with some brief notion of looking above and beyond. Perhaps the best I can offer at this point is the first rung of the Ladder of Divine Ascent: Renunciation. Leave the demons to their sad games and have as little to do with them as possible.

And, speaking of demons! In keeping with his agenda to “Make America Great Again,” or, as Max Blumenthal calls it, “Miriam Adelson’s Goals Achieved,” the wise and benevolent Trump has resurrected the U.S. Department of War!

On August 7, 1789, 236 years ago, President George Washington signed into law a bill establishing the United States Department of War to oversee the operation and maintenance of military and naval affairs. It was under this name that the Department of War, along with the later formed Department of the Navy, won the War of 1812, World War I, and World War II, inspiring awe and confidence in our Nation’s military, and ensuring freedom and prosperity for all Americans. The Founders chose this name to signal our strength and resolve to the world. The name “Department of War,” more than the current “Department of Defense,” ensures peace through strength, as it demonstrates our ability and willingness to fight and win wars on behalf of our Nation at a moment’s notice, not just to defend.  This name sharpens the Department’s focus on our own national interest and our adversaries’ focus on our willingness and availability to wage war to secure what is ours. I have therefore determined that this Department should once again be known as the Department of War and the Secretary should be known as the Secretary of War. 

As usual, the Trump engages in a slight misunderstanding of history and reality while simultaneously slapping his neck to keep it orange. And nothing says “Secretary of War” like a dude who Signals (doomed) tactical mission plans to half of D.C., a reporter, and somebody’s brother. USA! USA!

Seriously, this might be one of Trump’s better moves. The Department of Defense was a complete and total failure. For all the money wasted on it, it never defended America. It did nothing as the country was invaded and conquered. The change also amounts to a word game; Americans appear to love word games more than substantial existence itself. Win-win!  

For its latest hijinks, the Department of Defense, or, excuse me, War, allegedly bombed a speedboat somewhere in the Caribbean. The official story is that the dastardly tyrant (i.e., elected leader) of Venezuela, Nicholas Maduro, sent [checks notes] a team of his narco-terrorists(!) to smuggle [checks notes] drugs … somewhere. Genocide, Inc. claims to have neutralized (i.e., murdered) eleven hombres malos during the operation. As it was the official story, we can safely discount it as a complete and total lie. Methinks, however, that they did kill someone, because that’s what they do.

The Empire has it out for Maduro because he sides with BRICS+ and refuses to play D.C.’s rigged game. No one outside of D.C. has ever heard of his narco terror cartel, a group Mexico insists does not exist. Fishing boats might be the last targets the Empire can reasonably be expected to deal with effectively, if by “effectively,” we mean by acts of piracy and homicide. If the Lord Secretary of War, his Commander-in-orange, and their handlers escalate, and, if recent patterns hold, then look for Venezuela to shoot down a bunch of imperial drones and maybe sink a destroyer or two. In any event, someone stupid will declare victory, FOX will pontificate, the Boomers will boom, Russia and China will continue to walk all over the remnants of the West, the Gaza Genocide will proceed apace, more college students will become illiterate, and wise Americans will progress to the next rung, Detachment. 

There’s more, of course. But for now, there’s just no point. 

Deo vindice.