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RE: WAR = RE-ELECTION
Excellent analysis.
However, the key point here is that the U.S.A. deliberately and openly assassinated a high ranking foreign government official WITHOUT A DECLARATION OF WAR.
This is a borderline insane slippery slope.
This is the very definition of Capricious and Tyrannical (Mobster Ethics).
This is the very opposite of Rule of Law.
And, if what you seem to be suggesting, that the U.S.A. is a pawn of Iran and Iraq, then we're even worse off than I thought.
I didn't say pawn, I said they could have held a common enemy. Much like the ISIS scenario, they all got along when they all had a common enemy. It was of that alignment that the two men came together afterwards and formed and managed forty different terrorist organizations across the middle east. In the end there was no where left where these two men were not feared. Do I think it out of the realm of possibilities that the higher echelon(s) in power in Iran wouldn't do such a thing to him regardless of his stature?....not at all. Just last year one of the prime ministers handed in his resignation because Soleimani demanded he be kept out of meetings.
I can somewhat speak from personal experience in that regard also. I live in a neighborhood surrounded my college houses. Some of the college kids took to harassing me with fireworks at night after witnessing events they were involved in that they weren't being quite truthful about. For six years this went on, they would text each other when they saw the cops coming so the cops never believed me that I was being harassed. At first friends who knew first hand this was going on spoke up on my behalf then began being harassed themselves. Decades long friendships gone over this. I wrote a letter and made copies and distributed them to all my neighbors. Not a one of them would speak up for fear they'd be next having someone stand below their bedroom window popping off firecrackers throughout the night. I went to city commission meetings but the police told them I was nuts, every time they went to my house they didn't see or hear anything. For a couple years I video taped the harassment. I went to the meetings and asked them to view what I had. I left them copies of the videos but often what I got back in response was a calling with the captain of the police for my area saying she never saw this person or that person throw any fireworks at my house. Finally I just started to assume a couple of things, one being the economic vitality the city was getting from turning into a college town worked in there favor over mine and that two it went even further deeper into the city whose employees were mad that as a business owner in a small strip of businesses I often witnessed city employees sitting in the bar(s) and restaurants during the day for hours. A couple years after the housing crash the city wanted to raise taxes and the employees were demanding a raise after there was a wage freeze initiated during the crisis. I went to the city meetings and told them if they got their employees out of the bars and restaurants during the day they wouldn't need to raise taxes and until they were doing their jobs like they were suppose to they didn't deserve a raise. I was pretty confident that all was factoring in, how else would you explain the front end of a city workers vehicle pulling up in front of my house being caught on video then see an explosion of a M80 fly dirt up into the air after being thrown against the foundation of my house. I had to wear ear plugs to bed every night, as a matter of fact that's how I became a night blogger, I'd stay all night to beat them at their game. They had less people during the day to be on lookout for the cops as many went to school or had jobs, they simply couldn't organize as well during the day time hours so I had a greater chance of getting some sleep. I bet that within that six years unless I stayed awake all night one couldn't have counted a whole three months were I ever made it without hearing fireworks. I did though keep going to meetings, then instead of opting for them to give me a card and someone would get a hold of me I stood there with my laptop in hand and I begged the mayor to look at what I had for himself, I promised him I was not crazy and at least he could look and see for himself. After the meeting he said he would call me. He didn't call. I went back at the next meeting. When it was over I approached him and asked him why he didn't call me. He said the city attorney advised him against it. I was in near tears, I told him what do you expect me to do? I should have to live like this for the rest of my life? He just looked at me. I went home, I realized life was pretty much over with for me. I had no friends left, I still had my family but the constant bombardment and the fact these kids were like an endless stream of cockroaches made life to unbearable to want to move on. I sat down and thought about starting the process of putting my stuff in order. That night I wrote something goofy on this guys web page. The next day he wrote back and it made me laugh. I kept responding back to him and he kept responding back to me. Every day I'd get up just to see what he had wrote. He had brought back a small piece of joy into my life. Over the course of the next several months he kept me going. It would be during that time that slowly but surely the harassment would start to decline. By the end of that summer I rarely heard anything. I just assume that somehow I had struck an accord with the mayor and somehow he got it to stop. I know though in my heart that whoever that man was who connected with me online saved my life. I don't think the harassment would have stopped in time to have accomplished that. I never told him that he saved my life for quite some time. I knew he wanted to take a break from blogging, he'd intermittently come and go and I'd always be there waiting for him to come back. I knew the inevitability that one day he wouldn't and I wanted him to know, I wanted him to understand why it was so hard for me to want to let go so I wrote him an email. I know it sounds so strange to be so connected to someone you don't even really know, and I came to realize his purpose for me in this life, it had come and gone but I am forever thankful for him. I mourned his moving on but that's what we do in this life, we mourn our losses and we move on.
The whole moral of this story is that you can lose those who you've come to admire and respect, you can lose your best friends of decades, you can be forsaken by just about anyone if the right circumstances prevail and I think that this is where Soleimani found himself.
Phenomenal story.
This is what passes for "justice" these days.
Can't we all just "play nice"? Is that really too much to ask?
Isn't the entire role of government to act as referees?
Government As Referee Framework (GARF)