On this dark anniversary of events of twelve years past the larger ‘we’ are told to remember. To remember not as an unbridled majority but rather as an indentured succession of newly formed minorities that are expected to sing communally from the same hymn book. The chorus is taken up in tis abridged form taking special note to avoid any recitation of incident or fact that might detract from the central message that our enemies from without have attacked us because they are both hateful and jealous of our freedoms.
Well, given the events of the last twelve years or more no one can accept the veracity of that simple minded proposition. The inbred ‘we’ of the last decade can no longer fathom buildings disintegrating for no reason that defy the laws of physics still resident in our part of the universe. The embedded 47% will not consider other nearby structures in the nearby vicinity collapsing into dust hours later for no appreciable cause. They will not take up the question of why a country that is awash in every modern exponent and mindset of militarism in this world shut off its defenses for the first time in history. The vacuity of reason to be unable to postulate why so many of the magically omnipotent hijackers piloting the doomed planes have turned up being alive in the years after the fact. And no memory left to answer why our supposedly greatest ally in the middle east sent their citizens to drive trucks full of explosives that day then dance and cheer as they viewed the terrible destruction in real time from just across the Hudson river.
There is so much to believe that it boggles the imagination to consider that none of it is recited by those organizations that pretend to support and vocalize our national interest. No we are enjoined to stoop in hallowed silence in a land that no longer officially tolerates the existence of a universal creator and mouth the words of Marxism instead. To be so incredibly dense to not attempt to read a single history book of the last hundred years that counters the blatant cinematic fictions of Hollywood. To be so fickle in our perceptions that we cannot collectively recall the collective sense of ire generated by the event of the previous day when those who loosely term themselves our leaders beat the war drum for the purpose of overthrowing yet another obstacle to world government. Instead, we must keep the silence in respect for a mythical figure of individuals who died on our soil and continue to send many more of our current citizens into the world to die to preserve the fiction of their demise for the illusory cause of a stable sense of world hegemony that allows those institutions, ‘too big to fail’, to eternally plunder the coffers of our dwindling material wealth.
For myself, I will recite but a single line taken from the much older hymn book of the men who challenged the same forms of tyrannies that all here now endure.
“Patriotism is the last refuge of scoundrels” – Samuel Johnson, April 7, 1776