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When the ask why they died, tell them it was because their fathers lied
(Charley Reese, October 14, 2002)
A lot of America's sons have died because "their fathers lied." The U.S. government lied through its teeth about the Tonkin Gulf resolution, an authorization for war based on a nonexistent attack, which Lyndon Johnson used as an excuse to pour American troops into Vietnam. . . . Franklin Roosevelt lied when he campaigned and promised he would never send American boys to fight in a foreign war. Long before he said it, he and Winston Churchill were plotting to get America into the war. Woodrow Wilson had campaigned on the slogan "He kept us out of the war," and then promptly got us into the war after the J.P. Morgan interests told him all of their loans would be jeopardized if the British were defeated. . . . That's why I've become so anti-war, which is not the same thing as being a pacifist. I will support any war in the genuine defense of this country, but I have not seen an honest war in my lifetime or read of one since the War Between the States. . . . The all-volunteer Army, which is really a mercenary Army, was adopted to make it easier for the United States to go to war. The sons and daughters of the powerful and influential, of course, don't volunteer. Our soldiers are mostly minorities and lower-middle-class kids. They are wonderful Americans, but they are, as far as the American elite is concerned, expendable. They can be lied to. . . . . . . because of those lies, the young in our own and in other countries die or have their lives blighted by wounds, disease and poverty

posted by LoZo 5:00 PM