Of Ants and Asskicking - by LINH DINH (Are Americans more concerned about the language used here or the reality of our culture?)
Trinh Cong Son,
the great song writer, poet and soul of Saigon, said that he got his heart and
mind revving each morning by watching frantic life unfurling all around him,
while sitting in a sidewalk cafe. Lesser Vietnamese do exactly the same,
however, for to be among one’s own kind is practically an hourly necessity
here. The second they’re free to do so, most head straight for the nearest
café, eatery or beerjoint, which
is, still, most likely on the sidewalk, or open to it.
At the next table, there is a man, woman and a baby girl, nursing
from a bottle. Sunlight floods in, ceiling fans barely cool, while just
outside, motorcycles swarm past, beeping too often. Up and down the street are
scores of similar joints, with most specializing in just one or two noodle or
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It’s more than curious that
many Americans are still willing to be sent anywhere to fight anybody, for any
reason, no matter how bogus, but this can be partially explained by the myth of
American invincibility. Young American males will sign up tomorrow to be
dispatched to Timbuktu, North or South Korea, Saskatchewan, Mars, Atlantis,
wherever, because they’ve been brainwashed into thinking they will quickly kick
ass then go home, to a hero’s welcome. Bring it on!
A concomitant factor is sadism. Conditioned from infancy to enjoy
seeing bodies maimed in every which way imaginable, many Americans welcome the
chance to blow up, shred or chop up a few, and though this mindset is certainly
pathological, it’s a prerequisite of any empire.
Everybody else on earth
will only fight to defend their nation, however, but this is exactly what
gung-ho Americans have failed to do, paradoxically, for as they bomb away
everywhere, their homeland is raped and disfigured beyond recognition, but I’m
no longer appalled by this. A population so meekly clueless deserves its doom.