Death Of A Delusion

America, the land of myth and madness.

See, in my line of work you got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda.” –George W. Bush, May 24, 2005

Whence to begin the mourning? With a genocide that transformed living Native children into dog food in the certitude that God approved the cleansing of American soil of such savages who with their parents had lived in harmony with the land for thousands of years?

With the Divinely sanctioned enslavement of entire African cultures and enduring racism crippling entire generations of victims and victimizers? What kind of narcotizing American Dream would be required to smother the nightmare of Jesus-jabbering lynch-mobs whose nooses still swing from twenty-first century branches?

With the delusional notion of God-granted American Exceptionalism which justifies any and every bloody whim of domestic and foreign policy and excuses both from the normal constraints of civilized human behavior—to paraphrase Richard Nixon: ‘If America does it, it’s not illegal…’?

What kind of humans cannot commit crimes without first making accomplices of their gods, the better to hide under pious pretensions of righteousness afterward? And then to forget. Always the convenient forgetting. No one can remember like an Israeli or forget like an American.

What kind of gods would quietly counsel a President to promulgate Hitlerian Big Lies to enable the invasion of a sovereign nation which posed no threat whatsoever to its neighbors or to America, to torture and slaughter and disperse its inhabitants at random and with such abandon that record-keeping is not required or desirable, where body counts are not conducted of the living or the dead, to dishonor even its child victims as (not-at-all) regretted but inevitable ‘collateral damage’?