Lion’s Roar (MGM), The Shield of Judah (Marvel), and Epic Fury (Epic Furry?). Those are the names given to this fantastic new war by the Orange Monster and his dog-wagging friend.
Now, nobody loves the Ayatollahs. And, BTW, in case you might have thought otherwise, nobody loved the Shah. And I can guarantee that nobody will love his sock-puppet idiot of a son should he ever be placed in charge of the oil.
Oh. You thought this war was about freedom for the protesters? You thought it was about nukes? Nah. It’s about controlling the world’s oil supply. Venezuela, Iran, Iraq, Nigeria, anybody who has some of that black gold is on the list. Saudis are friends, supposedly—lucky them or they’d be next on the list.
War is never about ideology. Ideology is the mask. The face behind the mask is greedy for wealth and power. Wealth and power these days (as in the past) comes from minerals and real estate. Nothing has changed in the last 5000 years or so—maybe 10,000 years or so. All war-makers are tyrants. All tyrants are war-makers. The Shah and the Ayatollahs, the Orange Monster and “Say hello to my little friend!”, as well as the Czar and the Emperor of the Middle Kingdom—all are tyrants. A coterie of mini-tyrants all signed up for a seat on the “I’m bored of peace for our time” so that they could cozy up to the monsters who rule the den.
The news will keep your blood-thirsty barbarian inner self satisfied with action pix of the war and its explosions, and eventually with the carnage it brings to “civilians”, the people who ultimately pay for all wars with their own blood and money (war tax) while the bullet-makers and rocket-makers take that money and use the profits to build private bunkers under a mountain somewhere so that when the real shit hits the fan they can wait for the radiation and nuclear winter and the nuclear summer to dissipate.
OK, enough of that crap.
What I really want to show you is how Claude (Anthropic’s AI chatterbox) and I had an interesting conversation the other day (before the war).
That will be in my next little piece.
Meanwhile, enjoy the war. (Ha ha ha!) (Not laughing!)
War is a racket: