Just enough enemies

Have you ever noticed that the United State always seems to have just the right number of enemies? Not so many that it can’t handle, but enough to justify terrifying the citizenry, imposing ridiculous “security” measures on us, and, most especially, spending hundreds of billions of dollars it really doesn’t have on the biggest, most expensive war machine the world has ever seen.

Think about it. When the Soviet Union collapsed, it looked as if the Empire would have nobody to fight. But just in time, Saddam Hussein invaded the cozy little family-run dictatorship of Kuwait and Zowie! all of a sudden there was a brand-new enemy to fight — despite the fact that Iraq had been a friendly power up to that point.

After Bush Il-sung kicked Saddam’s hairy bottom back to Iraq, the U.S. moved on to bombing Serbia, which had committed the heinous crime of refusing to kowtow to U.S. hegemony.

And after Serbia was beaten into submission, 9/11 provided a wonderful excuse for Bush Jong-il to invade Afghanistan — known to history as “the graveyard of empires” — and to finish the job on Saddam, even though he had nothing to do with the events of that day. And so we got the “War on Terr” as Clueless George called it.

Now, however, the whole War on Terror seems to be running out of steam, as Americans grow weary of killing Muslims, flushing trillions of dollars down the drain, and destroying the U.S. economy, all to no noticeable good effect. The Empire is being forced to leave Afghanistan, and has already pulled most of its troops out of Iraq, leaving it at a loose end. Muammar Ghadaffi made a good enemy, but he got killed off too soon. And, sure, murdering people in Yemen with drone strikes is cool, but it doesn’t have the kind of scope that offers thrills and sinecures to Neo-Trot warmongers and fat contracts to their “defense” contractor buddies.

What’s needed is a new Enemy. And just in time, we got one! Vladimir Putin, the new Designated Hitler! The mainstream press, our informal Ministry of Truth, piled on with all kinds of stories about what a horrible macho man he is, with terrible taste in casual wear. With any luck, this new confrontation can be turned into a new Cold War. And if, somehow, peace breaks out, well, there’s always China.

True, there are other factors at work here, and the whole dynamic that turned Putin into the Empire’s Great Satan is a bit more complicated. My friend and fellow contributor to The Last Ditch, Dr. Stephen Sniegoski, explains just what’s going on in his essay, “The Ukrainian Crisis: The United States, Russia, and Israel”. Like everything he writes, his piece is well-researched and well-thought-out. Read it.

John Derbyshire is a racist

There, I’ve said it. And it’s incredibly courageous of me to do so, at least by the standards of Bizarro World. That’s because all the people who rule us agree completely, and demand that you do also.

Derbyshire, a former writer for “National Review,” was awarded a Two Minutes Hate — and lost his job — for writing, among other things, that it’s not always a good idea to hang around in the same place as a large group of black people. It’s evil to say this because, apparently, it’s true.

The National Zoo, in comfortable, upper-middle-class Woodley Park in the Imperial Capital, hosts something called, ironically, “Family Day,” every Easter Monday, an event catering to the black community. Large numbers of black people attend. And sometimes people get shot or stabbed, just like at any large gathering of ordinary Americans. It happened for the third time in fourteen years this past Family Day, as gunshots rang out and two teenagers were hit.

The ironic thing is that Woodley Park is a stronghold of the same left-liberal goo-goo authoritarian establishment that consigned poor Derbyshire to pariah status for warning about this very problem. Most of the time, it’s a peaceful, lovely neighborhood.

Except for Family Day.

Blam, Blam!