Let’s see. Greed beyond belief plus positions of power, multiplied by an amoral willingness to use violence and deal out death, multiplied again by an ignorant and apathetic public and a ridiculous Congress full of Vichyite weaklings -- that’s the basic arithmetical superstructure of the bare thread the world is hanging by right now. Complicating matters further are a number of variables, including fifteen Jolly Jack Tars in rubber boats (rubber boats?) being planted in a stretch of water long in dispute, as an obviously deliberate provocation. The causus belli is in place and ready to go, the use of uniformed British pawns gives the Neo-Con monkey people in the United States a certain degree of camouflage for their role as the official enthusiasts of a new war, and the price of gasoline spirals out of control. War, death, deceit, and profit -- sounds pretty simple to me.
I suppose it’s valid enough to view the newest chapter of the Neo-Con saga in pseudo-mathematical terms. Or not, but, whatever. It’d be hard to gainsay the systematic, mathematical precision in which the stage is being set for yet another -- perhaps the last -- Repug assault on a sovereign nation floating upon an ocean of crude oil. It’s really nothing but an elaborate, and deadly, advertising campaign, dripping with more than its share of falsehoods and deceptions. But it is predictable and, truly, not especially imaginative or original; the bag of tricks, traditionally available to the legions of self-interested ghouls who have plagued human history with their existence, is not really very extensive. But then, it doesn’t need to be, given how hollow and base and oh-so-easily manipulated most people are -- particularly 21st century Americans with their culture of homogenized disposability. Whether it’s Gleiwitz in 1939, the Gulf of Tonkin in 1964, Iraq in 2002-3, or Iran in 2007, it’s all the same tired but methodical (and effective) application of power run amok.
Yeah, well. The Russians are saying that the as-yet unveiled Neo-Con campaign of death against the hapless citizenry of Iran is scheduled to commence this week. Maybe, maybe not; regardless, if the Chimp and his brood aren’t removed with alacrity, another war -- sooner or later -- is very nearly a “dead cert,” as our rubber-boat-borne British sailors might put it. One could say it’s almost “mathematically” likely.
You know, I always hated math.