Collective stupidity — collective guilt — don't come whining to me, when you've shot both your feet and your ass off

© 2022 Peter Free

 

25 March 2022

 

 

I mentioned collective guilt a few days ago

 

The observation came regarding the United States' long list of self-initiated atrocities around the world. When those are objectively evaluated under the emotionally stirring glow that was provided by the US Senate's gloriously hypocritical condemnation of Russia's invasion of Ukraine.

 

 

Further highlighting shared guilt . . .

 

. . . comes this latest news:

 

 

Fifty-six percent of Americans think Biden has not been tough enough on Russia, while 36% say his approach has been “about right.”

 

© 2022 Hannah Fingerhut, Americans want Biden to be tougher on Russia: AP-NORC poll, AP (24 March 2022)

 

 

In chewing on this . . .

 

. . . recall that the United States intentionally provoked the Russo-Ukrainian War.

 

And even now, continues fanning its flames. Up to nitwittedly de-ambulating the international dollar-based system that gave the United States so much of its arguably disproportionate and morally misused power.

 

In spite of those very obvious US policy negatives, the American public wants still more blood. Insofar, of course, that it is not theirs.

 

More war, more conflict and more chaos.

 

Even up to and through the cusp of provoking a nuclear world war.

 

Over a neo-Nazi-run country that has nothing to do with core American national interests. Except as a playground for oleaginous American oligarchs and their perpetually conniving, parasitic, bioweapons-manufacturing Deep State enforcement arm.

 

 

The moral? — Stupidity, arrogant self-righteousness . . .

 

. . . and a blanket refusal to see through other people's eyes is a markedly American blend of character defects.

 

So — as a dignity protocol point — don't came whining to me, when your shorts are on fire and your radioactive rectum is painfully engulfed.

 

Taking it up the ass will, sadly, be a well-deserved end to an experiment in democracy that started out with such promise. And which, We the Rabble wrecked with such notably character-twisted determination.

 

Collective guilt and painful karma.

 

They are, finally it seems, what's for dinner.