Marines Self-Destruct
OP-ED
Robert S. Finnegan
Managing Editor
Southeast Asia News
?There isn?t a trick in the racketeering bag that the military gang is blind to. It has its ?finger men? to point out enemies, its ?muscle men? to destroy enemies, its ?brain guys? to plan war preparations, and a ?Big Boss, Supra-nationalistic Capitalism. It may seem odd for me a military man, to adopt such a comparison. Truthfulness compels me to do so. I spent thirty-five years and four months in active service as a member of our country?s most agile military force, the Marine Corps.
?I served in all commissioned ranks from Second Lieutenant to Major General. During that period I spent most of my life being a high-class muscle man for big business, Wall Street and the Bankers. In short, I was a racketeer ? a gangster for Capitalism.
?I suspected I was just part of the racket at the time. Now I am sure of it. Like most members of the military profession I never had an original thought until I left the service. My mental faculties remained in suspended animation while I obeyed the orders of the higher-ups. This is typical of anyone in the military.
?Thus I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Hati and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenue. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. The record of racketeering is long. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1909-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for American sugar interests in 1916. In China in 1927 I helped Standard Oil.
?During those years I had, as the boys in the back room say, a swell racket. I was rewarded with honors, medals, and promotion. Looking back on it, I feel I could have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was operate in three city districts: I operated on three continents?.
Major General Smedley D. Butler, USMC, as quoted in Money, December 1951.
11/13/04 "ICH" -- If only we had a Smedley D. Butler clone in the Corps today, Bush and his gang of Nazi wanna-be?s would certainly have their hands full.
Sickened by the deterioration of my Marine Corps - indeed what looks to be the destruction of anything resembling honor and fidelity - I must now relegate myself to the past Corps, where we at least had a semblance of our duties to ourselves and to our country. No more will I consider myself a part of today?s elite organization that began in Tun Tavern in 1775. I cannot lend my name to the sycophantic, mindless robots that now fill out our ranks. Marines who kill for fun. Who kill without question. Who kill for their false God, George Bush.
How did this come to pass? How was an honorable fighting force subjugated, degraded, and turned into unrepentant killers of civilians? We who prided ourselves as being above all other services, officers, NCOs, and enlisted who knew the difference between right and wrong on the battlefield and would die protecting the civilian population from excesses? What has happened to us?
To see my kids ? yeah, MY KIDS ? in a video clip exulting over the killing of an unarmed civilian with overwhelming firepower was the end of my association with today?s Marine Corps. Brain-dead Marine Corps Corporals and Sergeants mugging to the BBC camera, shouting ?right on?, as they observe an unarmed Iraqi they have turned into hamburger from a fortified position with overwhelming firepower.
Some warriors. Perhaps their God Bush will give them absolution, and then hey, it?s right back to the killing. Fundamentalist Christian rock before the battle, baptism in a water-filled dinghy by prostitutes wearing the cross of the chaplain. Our slain comrades? Let Bush take care of ?em.
This is straight out of an acid-induced nightmare.
So my children go forth to slaughter innocent civilians in Fallujah. May your God Bush bury you in cheap metal caskets. Perhaps the shedding of your blood will partially wash away the everlasting stain and disgrace you have brought upon our Corps. Our Corps and history will damn you. You will know everlasting shame.
And a final warning to young Marines ? should you fire on American civilians in some future domestic insanity, you will be destroyed by your own kind ? that?s right kids ? your parents in the ?Old Corps? will see to it that the likes of you will never plague the earth again.
Robert S. Finnegan is the Managing Editor of Southeast Asia News, a former Non-Commissioned Officer in the United States Marine Corps and the lead investigator/Senior Editor for The Jakarta Post, Jakarta Indonesia on the Bali bombings of 2002. He may be reached at seanews1@yahoo.com.[/i][url="http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article7283.htm"]link[/url]
OP-ED
Robert S. Finnegan
Managing Editor
Southeast Asia News
?There isn?t a trick in the racketeering bag that the military gang is blind to. It has its ?finger men? to point out enemies, its ?muscle men? to destroy enemies, its ?brain guys? to plan war preparations, and a ?Big Boss, Supra-nationalistic Capitalism. It may seem odd for me a military man, to adopt such a comparison. Truthfulness compels me to do so. I spent thirty-five years and four months in active service as a member of our country?s most agile military force, the Marine Corps.
?I served in all commissioned ranks from Second Lieutenant to Major General. During that period I spent most of my life being a high-class muscle man for big business, Wall Street and the Bankers. In short, I was a racketeer ? a gangster for Capitalism.
?I suspected I was just part of the racket at the time. Now I am sure of it. Like most members of the military profession I never had an original thought until I left the service. My mental faculties remained in suspended animation while I obeyed the orders of the higher-ups. This is typical of anyone in the military.
?Thus I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Hati and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenue. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. The record of racketeering is long. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1909-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for American sugar interests in 1916. In China in 1927 I helped Standard Oil.
?During those years I had, as the boys in the back room say, a swell racket. I was rewarded with honors, medals, and promotion. Looking back on it, I feel I could have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was operate in three city districts: I operated on three continents?.
Major General Smedley D. Butler, USMC, as quoted in Money, December 1951.
11/13/04 "ICH" -- If only we had a Smedley D. Butler clone in the Corps today, Bush and his gang of Nazi wanna-be?s would certainly have their hands full.
Sickened by the deterioration of my Marine Corps - indeed what looks to be the destruction of anything resembling honor and fidelity - I must now relegate myself to the past Corps, where we at least had a semblance of our duties to ourselves and to our country. No more will I consider myself a part of today?s elite organization that began in Tun Tavern in 1775. I cannot lend my name to the sycophantic, mindless robots that now fill out our ranks. Marines who kill for fun. Who kill without question. Who kill for their false God, George Bush.
How did this come to pass? How was an honorable fighting force subjugated, degraded, and turned into unrepentant killers of civilians? We who prided ourselves as being above all other services, officers, NCOs, and enlisted who knew the difference between right and wrong on the battlefield and would die protecting the civilian population from excesses? What has happened to us?
To see my kids ? yeah, MY KIDS ? in a video clip exulting over the killing of an unarmed civilian with overwhelming firepower was the end of my association with today?s Marine Corps. Brain-dead Marine Corps Corporals and Sergeants mugging to the BBC camera, shouting ?right on?, as they observe an unarmed Iraqi they have turned into hamburger from a fortified position with overwhelming firepower.
Some warriors. Perhaps their God Bush will give them absolution, and then hey, it?s right back to the killing. Fundamentalist Christian rock before the battle, baptism in a water-filled dinghy by prostitutes wearing the cross of the chaplain. Our slain comrades? Let Bush take care of ?em.
This is straight out of an acid-induced nightmare.
So my children go forth to slaughter innocent civilians in Fallujah. May your God Bush bury you in cheap metal caskets. Perhaps the shedding of your blood will partially wash away the everlasting stain and disgrace you have brought upon our Corps. Our Corps and history will damn you. You will know everlasting shame.
And a final warning to young Marines ? should you fire on American civilians in some future domestic insanity, you will be destroyed by your own kind ? that?s right kids ? your parents in the ?Old Corps? will see to it that the likes of you will never plague the earth again.
Robert S. Finnegan is the Managing Editor of Southeast Asia News, a former Non-Commissioned Officer in the United States Marine Corps and the lead investigator/Senior Editor for The Jakarta Post, Jakarta Indonesia on the Bali bombings of 2002. He may be reached at seanews1@yahoo.com.[/i][url="http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article7283.htm"]link[/url]
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