Noble Evil

 
I am in a peculiar situation these days, killing time while Time is killing you, watching you squabbling over the war that has taken you to the edge of the pit; and you all miss the point; you all miss the point.
 
It's not the fools' folly nor the fools' wisdom of the war; it's the dead babies, Stupid.
 
It is not how you get out of the mess Republican American Fascism got you into, that is hand-wringing over the wrong fork taken versus chest-puffing over the sainthood of the soldiers; no, that is not the issue.  This issue, the issue your souls are wrapped up in like kittens in a bag thrown into a river, is the mess itself.
 
You have to see the sin or the sin will do you in.  You must shudder before the crime you have committed.
 
The most important thing in the life of every American citizen today is that the United States of America murdered Iraqi children to dispose the Iraqi boogeyman, and continues to murder Iraqi children even as these words are written and even as these words are read.
 
America's collateral-damage-murder of Muslim children brings God's hangman to America's shores.
 
This subject of dead Iraqi babies is on no American lips, no TV commentator comments on it, no newspaper carries this view of the news, no politician salutes this flag.  Those dead Muslim babies are less important to the American people than sticky boogers on their fingers.
 
As far as I know I am the only voice in America saying America does not have the right to commit collateral damage; yet this is the subject the Americans will bitch and moan about forever, and forever, and forever; after the Gates of Hell have slammed behind them.
 
There is no such thing as collateral damage; all the dead are murdered.
 
This is a truth that does not touch you today; this is a truth you may think quaint or naive; but this is a truth that will grip your heart with an icy fist at your moment of your revelation. 
 
There is a concept among we Space Sailors, we call it "Nobel Evil".  It means the ability to do utmost evil and call it noble.  It is a common human trait; but you Americans, you have polished it to a high art.