It must have been the innocence and misplaced ideals of my youth slipping through into my 2007 stream of concoiusness that have made me make my anti-war Iraqi pronouncements. I forgot to face reality. This world is, and will continue to be, a very nasty, and dangerous place,
Last evening, while cleaning out the files of one of my ancient laptops, I heard the familiar tones of a Slavic dialect coming out of the television. I try to avoid TV, but tonight my wife had been watching, and it was on some satellite special.
What I heard caught my rapt attention. It took only an instant, and my eyes were glued to the tube, as they say. A man’s voice — in a thick Slavic accent; “Ahh — the girls, they are so beautiful — sexy no? We are training them of dancing in Japanese clubs. They will make over $4000 in a month — a fortune — is that not so?
The screen pans to beautiful young Romanian girls. Doing the physical bumps and grinds that are the common denominator of bars the world over. A girl, not a week out of her 16th birthday says, “Oh yes, I will make much money. And I come home and open a shop — no?
As I tried to reconcentrate, an old crone comes on, and while denouncing the brutal life she has had to face since the fall of the Soviet Empire, says, “We are paying the price for freedom.”
It took me an instant to refocus, and then I knew what this old lady was trying to express. This continuing Middle Eastern nightmare has nothing to do with democracy or freedom, and everything to do with power and influence.
So now, I understand the U.S. Government, in its bumbling and disorganized manner, is only doing what it has to do. (Covertly or overtly) to keep our old American crones from having to sell in the bazzars, and to keep our young daughters from having to learn exotic dance, so to be better prepared for the “floating world” of the Roppongi.
If there weren’t a devil, we would have invented him.