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Faygo Kid

(21,487 posts)
Sun May 20, 2012, 12:34 PM May 2012

All my life, the cries for War have come from the privileged. [View all]

It was so with Vietnam, where Mitt Romney "served" in France, Rush got by with a boil on his butt, W. had connections and Dick Cheney had better things to do. But they sent my peers to the slaughter, happily (caveat: draft #247, second year of the lottery. I was lucky, but then I didn't cheer for that war. Instead, I protested. Had hair then).

Skip forward to now: The drumbeat for attacking Iran is growing, and it's the same privileged class that is front and center to send the children of other folks to die (see, Afghanistan). Mitt Romney's five sons will, of course, continue to live their lives of unimaginable privilege.

These are the same folks who insist on more tax cuts for themselves while cutting Medicaid and ending Medicare and Social Security for the rest of us. The same warmongers who would cut food stamps, end unemployment benefits and double the tax burden on students while cutting taxes for the Kochs. And don't get me started on the environment or the Supreme Court.

They are Killers. "Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."

I have never seen a more concerted, boiling cauldron of hate in all my years. Thank you, DU, for being an oasis of sanity in this unraveling world. Stop the wars. I have seen enough.

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