The New War

civil_unrestBy Karla Fetrow

Do we wish for peace or do we dream of war?

The media is humming, the newspapers are blaring, the sound and clash of disagreement spills from city halls, from court yard steps.  In some areas, people are appearing at city hall with guns at their hips, chanting amendment rights… All of this over a health care plan that hasn’t been unwrapped, and whose implications are primarily guess work.  It’s the element of not knowing that has raised dissent.  Without knowing, the public trusted their new president to repeal any further bail-out monies.  The President failed, shattering their faith.  They’ve watched their economy go under and the dollar lose its clout in the global market.  They are trillions of dollars in debt.

The peace keepers ask that we give time for the plans that were set in place to take their effect, but time is what we’ve given over and over again to a government that we have trusted and that betrayed us.  The motivations of those who have recently begun raising their voices have been questioned for underlying prejudices and racism.  A President who gains office with eighty percent popularity and loses it by fifty percent in his first one hundred days of office, has not lost it through a sudden switch to racism.  He’s lost it because he didn’t firmly rein in the run away credit system, a banking policy of spending and borrowing money with assets that were no more than printed pieces of paper.  He lost it because he salvaged the very people who were leading us into ruin, placing the burden of debt responsibility directly on the tax-payers backs instead of those who had created it.

Perhaps it is prejudicial to protest a health plan before even knowing its contents, but the prejudice is based on past performances.  Like the predecessors we’d hoped we had escaped from, all President Obama’s policies for his first seven months of office have had the effect of furthering the benefits for elite society; the burgeoning industry, the giant corporations, while dwindling  the ability of the working person to keep a shelter over the head, of creating dependencies and co-dependencies of government hand-outs in a limbo that is neither socialized or democratic.  It has continued to cater to populist trends that forsake the considerations of individual freedom, that becomes so caught up in the issues of correct behavior and appearances, it forgets the decision making process of personal choices.

It wouldn’t matter really, at this point, if President Obama has crafted the best health care package in the world.  The people of America are tired and disillusioned.  They are filled with the bitterness of promises broken, hopes dashed, their children’s future sold.  They want civil unrest.  They want the rupturing of the boil, the sigh and relief of blood-letting.  They want to tear it all down; the choking bourgeois paper-work, the legal shambles of a win-mentality court, the special interest legislation, the lies and deceit that has turned every good intention into a profit making industry.  Profit for everyone but the people, the Constituents, the tax-payers and their children, their elderly and infirm.

Homeland Security has been prepared for a state of civil unrest.  In a December 15, 2008 report by the U.S. Army Strategic Institute cautions that  a defense community paralyzed by conventional thinking could be unprepared to help the United States cope with a series of unexpected crises that would rival the Al Qaida strikes in 2001, termed a “strategic shock.”

The report, authored by Lt. Col. Nathan Freir, warns that “Widespread civil violence inside the United States would force the defense establishment to reorient priorities in extremis to defend basic domestic order and human security,”   He further stated that, “Deliberate employment of weapons of mass destruction or other catastrophic capabilities, unforeseen economic collapse, loss of functioning political and legal order, purposeful domestic resistance or insurgency, pervasive public health emergencies, and catastrophic natural and human disasters are all paths to disruptive domestic shock.”

Military intelligence understood the possible consequences of pursuing a political policy that would jeopardize the economic and social stability of the American people.  The administration did not try to cater to the public sensibilities, but instead chose to make preparations in the event the policies would not be accepted without civil riots.  Here, too, was an acknowledgment that credibility had been stretched to the limit, and the choice would become a forced peace or the compliance of the loser in an all out war.

We have become a nation without leaders, only businessmen, checking our social security numbers for our possible value; assets; not human beings dreaming our own dreams, aspiring to our own convictions.  We are measured in terms of dollars and cents, we are judged by our degree of equity.  The American people have not chosen this route.  They have been fed it in sound bytes, they have been given a steady diet of it through carefully couched prompts by skilled lobbyists presenting spin doctrines to confuse them.  They wish for leaders.  They desperately desire leaders, but none appear to unify them

Here is the true danger.  Without leadership, we have a mob without direction.  We have a people who feel the injustices committed against them, but have not identified a common enemy nor a common cause.  We have the instruments of anarchy, the trumpeting calls of chaos, but we have no goal.  We have no direction.  The cries for blood are loud.  The festering sores of mismanagement, abandoned strip malls and housing, wasteful production, deteriorating social programs beg to be opened and cleansed.  Who dares, however, to articulate the voice that will begin the progress into change?

We have no leaders.  The political speakers polishing their swords for the toppling of our latest king have no more interest in reinstating the sovereign rights of the American people than the ones they are accusing of poor governorship.  They are out there, triumphantly voicing the effects of unpopular decisions for their own benefit.  The media’s favorite child of today is the scoundrel of tomorrow, a harlequin feeding off public notice.

Barrack Obama was America’s last great hope for peaceful change.  Peace is no longer the desire, only change.  Not change as in a shift of power from one political entity to another, but a change that would bring about equitable stability and sound judgment to the people.  The rumble has started and is gaining momentum.  The blood thirsty lick their lips, the gentle hearted tremble.  A great revolution is springing up out of America; one as unpredictable, as difficult to grasp as the wind.  A future stands before us that could turn neighbor against neighbor, that could snap the very backbone of our government, but we walk inexorably toward it because the boils are festering, the wounds are too deep to heal and because perhaps, from out of the chaos and darkness, we’ll begin to find true leaders.

About karlsie

Some great perversity of nature decided to give me a tune completely out of keeping with the general symphony; possibly from the moment of conception. I learned to read and speak almost simultaneously. The blurred and muffled world I heard through my first five years of random nerve loss deafness suddenly came alive with the clarity of how those words sounded on paper. I had been liberated for communications. I decided there was nothing more wonderful than writing. It was easier to write than carefully modulate my speech for correct pronunciation, and it was easier to read than patiently follow the movements of people’s lips to learn what they were saying. It was during that dawning time period, while I slowly made the connection that there weren’t that many other people who heard the way I did, halfway between sound and music, half in deafness, that I began to understand that the tune I was following wasn’t quite the same as that of my classmates. I was just a little different. General education taught me not only was I just a little isolated from my classmates, my home was just a little isolated from the outside world. I was born in Alaska, making me part of one of the smallest, quietest minorities on earth. I decided I could live with this. What I couldn’t live with was discovering a few years later, in the opening up of the pipeline, which coincided with my first year of junior college, that there were entire communities of people; more than I could possibly imagine; living impossibly one on top of another in vast cities. It wasn’t even the magnitude of this vision that inspired me so much as the visitors who came from these populous regions and seemed to possess a knowledge so great and secretive I could never learn it in any book. I became at once, very conscious of how rural I was and how little I knew beyond the scope of my environment. I decided it was time to travel. The rest is history; or at least, the content of my stories. I traveled... often to college campuses, dropping in and out of school until one fine day by chance I’d fashioned a bachelor of arts degree in psychology. I’ve worked a couple of newspapers, had a few poems and stories tossed around in various small presses, never receiving a great deal of money, which I’m assured is the norm for a writer. I spent ten years in Mexico, watching the peso crash. There is some obscure reason why I did this, tightening up my belt and facing hunger, but I believe at the time I said it was for love. Here I am, back home, in my beloved Alaska. I’ve learned somewhat of a worldly viewpoint; at least I like to flatter myself that way. I’ve also learned my rural roots aren’t so bad after all. I work in a small, country store. Every day I greet the same group of local customers, but make no mistake. My store isn’t a scene out of Andy Griffith. The people who enter the establishment, which also includes showers, laundry and movie rentals, are miners, oil workers, truck drivers, construction engineers, dog sled racers and carpenters. Sometimes, on the liquor side, the conversations became adult only in vocabulary. It’s a good thing, on the opposite side of the store is a candy aisle filled with the most astonishing collection, it will keep a kid occupied with just wishing for hours. If you tell your kids they can have just one, you have an instant baby sitter; better than television; as they agonize over their choice while you catch up on the gossip with your neighbor. We also receive a lot of tourists, a lot of foreign visitors. They are usually amazed at this first sign of Alaskan rural life style beyond the insulating hub of the Anchorage bowl. Many of them like to hang around and chat. They gawk at our thieves wanted posters. They laugh at our jokes and camaraderie with our customers. I’ve learned another lesson while working there. You don’t have to go out and find the world. If you wait long enough, it comes to you.

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5 Comments on “The New War”

  1. Great job, Karla. It’s about time someone focused on the real issue, this nation’s dissent. It’s the natural consequences for the last several years (or heck, even last 100 years) of thoughtless rule. Obama is a non-issue in the end. The American people will make or break this nation by their own doing.

  2. Mitch, when i reflect back on our Nation’s history, i see much of it as a period of naivete. Certainly, we had our entrepreneur’s, speculators, our self-interested policies in commerce and trade resources, these scoundrels appear in every era; but we were primarily governed by a vision in the greater good of society. This society, so much greater than it has ever been, has been removed from the constructs of humanitarian thinking and placed in numbers, drafts and figures. Perhaps, it’s the consequence of an over-populated planet, struggling for elbow room. What we want constantly intrudes on what another wants and so the clash continues, getting nothing none except an automatic dwindling of all our basic freedoms with each squabble and a continued squandering of the resources at hand.

  3. Good article, Karla. This is definitely a very divisive time in America, more so than since the Civil War, except now I don’t see anyone talking about secession. But you’re right to talk of clashes and squabbles. This could’ve been easily averted, but it wasn’t. There are going to be some moguls held accountable for the sheep’s wool they pulled over everyone’s eyes while votes still counted, which has been exposed only now that no one is voting anymore and it’s too late to do much of anything but stand there and bitch. I had my eyes open from the beginning; don’t blame me, I voted for Kodos.

  4. I see this unrest as mostly spurred by the 24 hour news networks as talked about in TheDavid’s article “Dancing in the Dark”
    Every 24 hour news vehicle has something incinerary to say about this none of which checks out in a fact check, but Americans aren’t looking for facts…They are looking for a smack down. And our news agencies are too, Cameras and lights are set before crowds even get there. Hell how do we know these gun toters aren’t a part of the Shill?
    Here’s the thing that concernes me most about what you wrote. If indeed the government is “ready” for civil unrest and has been for sometime, one must ask are they going to feed the flames for it as they have time after time. I mean nobody likes getting dressed for a fancy dance just to have your date not show up.
    Take for example the Black Panthers who The FBI was dying to fuck with. When they started giving out free food and opening community schools and health centers the FBI who was certain they were going to get some good old fashioned hunting on, got pissed and had to infiltrate and cause their own unrest from the inside.
    I’m concerned that the Date-less prom queens are pissed and using these town halls as a medium to incite civil unrest in a most unholy manner.

  5. Grainne, i also see it much this way; everyone dressed up with no place to go. The media doesn’t want information; it wants news. Murder, rape, civil discord are the making of a headline. Why avert a tragedy if it can sell copies in a newspaper? Our enemy seems to be everywhere, yet we can’t see them, feel them or identify them by voice. We are fracturing from the inside out and it’s only a matter of time before the pieces start breaking.

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