I’m still processing. “It’s like a movie.”
Yes, but a very bad one. The rhetoric of vengence and fear are nearly as abhorrent as the acts of deluded religious zealots. People around here freaked and started draining gas stations, rushing supermarkets, as if the world had come to an end. The Arkansas Governor, a Baptist Minister, sought to comfort the faithful by convincing them that they, as Americans, have divine providence on their side.
Didn’t he realize the irony of using the same pitch that fueled the suicide missions to decry them?
It makes me sick inside. Moments after the act, the rhetoric started: People covered in dust were placed on camera. I noticed that they even replaced the grey dust that would have been removed by putting on the earpieces so that they could look as tragic as possible. The demon Palestinians celebrating had to be replayed every fifteen minutes, just to make people even more angry. No chance to grieve, we’ve got to get on with the anger and vengance.
It’s impossible to come to grips with the scope of the tragedy, or that horrible feeling everytime I tune in American TV that we are being wagged; the propoganda machine is gearing up for the next level of military escalation. I’m glad I’ve been able to see some of the BBC coverage. I want to know facts, not be inflamed beyond comprehension.
The words just distress me: “America is being tested” (it’s a good thing it’s not a literacy test for our president). The polls, already taken are calling it “An act of war.” This ramping up scares me that some country, deserving or not, is liable to be paved. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t want to deal with all the hate. It isn’t a test; it’s a tragedy. It wasn’t an act of war; it was an act of terror. There are big differences in the rhetoric involved. “Justice” won’t bring these people back to life.
Nothing will. Why does all this empty rhetoric try to convince us that this will be “fixed” somehow?