Bush Is A Christian? So Was Adolph Hitler
by Kurt Vonnegut
I, like probably most of you, have seen Michael MooreÕs Fahrenheit 9/11. Its title is a parody of the title of Ray BradburyÕs great science fiction novel, Fahrenheit 451. This temperature 451¡ Fahrenheit, is the combustion point, incidentally, of paper, of which books are composed. The hero of BradburyÕs novel is a municipal worker whose job is burning books. And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles.So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries. And still on the subject of books: Our daily sources of news, papers and TV, are now so craven, so unvigilant on behalf of the American people, so uninformative, that only in books can we find out what is really going on. I will cite an example: House of Bush, House of Saud by Craig Unger, published near the start of this humiliating, shameful blood-soaked year. In case you havenÕt noticed, and as a result of a shamelessly rigged election in Florida, in which thousands of African Americans were arbitrarily disenfranchised, we now present ourselves to the rest of the world as proud, grinning, jut-jawed, pitiless war lovers, with appallingly powerful weaponry and unopposed. In case you havenÕt noticed, we are now almost as feared and hated all over the world as the Nazis were. With good reason. In case you havenÕt noticed, our unelected leaders have dehumanized millions and millions of human beings simply because of their religion and race. We wound and kill Õem and torture Õem and imprison Õem all we want. Piece of cake. In case you havenÕt noticed, we also dehumanize our own soldiers, not because of their religion or race, but because of their low social class. Send Õem anywhere. Make Õem do anything. Piece of cake. The OÕReilly Factor. So I am a man without a country, except for the librarians and the Chicago-based magazine you are reading, In These Times. Before we attacked Iraq, the majestic New York Times guaranteed that there were weapons of mass destruction there. Albert Einstein and Mark Twain gave up on the human race at the end of their lives, even though Twain hadnÕt even seen World War I. War is now a form of TV entertainment. And what made WWI so particularly entertaining were two American inventions, barbed wire and the machine gun. Shrapnel was invented by an Englishman of the same name. DonÕt you wish you could have something named after you? Like my distinct betters Einstein and Twain, I now am tempted to give up on people too. And, as some of you may know, this is not the first time I have surrendered to a pitiless war machine. My last words? ÒLife is no way to treat an animal, not even a mouse.Ó Napalm came from Harvard. Veritas! Our president is a Christian? So was Adolf Hitler. What can be said to our young people, now that psychopathic personalities, which is to say persons without consciences, without a sense of pity or shame, have taken all the money in the treasuries of our government and corporations and made it all their own? --
posted 08.31.04, reprinted from In These Times
by Kurt Vonnegut
I, like probably most of you, have seen Michael MooreÕs Fahrenheit 9/11. Its title is a parody of the title of Ray BradburyÕs great science fiction novel, Fahrenheit 451. This temperature 451¡ Fahrenheit, is the combustion point, incidentally, of paper, of which books are composed. The hero of BradburyÕs novel is a municipal worker whose job is burning books. And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles.So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries. And still on the subject of books: Our daily sources of news, papers and TV, are now so craven, so unvigilant on behalf of the American people, so uninformative, that only in books can we find out what is really going on. I will cite an example: House of Bush, House of Saud by Craig Unger, published near the start of this humiliating, shameful blood-soaked year. In case you havenÕt noticed, and as a result of a shamelessly rigged election in Florida, in which thousands of African Americans were arbitrarily disenfranchised, we now present ourselves to the rest of the world as proud, grinning, jut-jawed, pitiless war lovers, with appallingly powerful weaponry and unopposed. In case you havenÕt noticed, we are now almost as feared and hated all over the world as the Nazis were. With good reason. In case you havenÕt noticed, our unelected leaders have dehumanized millions and millions of human beings simply because of their religion and race. We wound and kill Õem and torture Õem and imprison Õem all we want. Piece of cake. In case you havenÕt noticed, we also dehumanize our own soldiers, not because of their religion or race, but because of their low social class. Send Õem anywhere. Make Õem do anything. Piece of cake. The OÕReilly Factor. So I am a man without a country, except for the librarians and the Chicago-based magazine you are reading, In These Times. Before we attacked Iraq, the majestic New York Times guaranteed that there were weapons of mass destruction there. Albert Einstein and Mark Twain gave up on the human race at the end of their lives, even though Twain hadnÕt even seen World War I. War is now a form of TV entertainment. And what made WWI so particularly entertaining were two American inventions, barbed wire and the machine gun. Shrapnel was invented by an Englishman of the same name. DonÕt you wish you could have something named after you? Like my distinct betters Einstein and Twain, I now am tempted to give up on people too. And, as some of you may know, this is not the first time I have surrendered to a pitiless war machine. My last words? ÒLife is no way to treat an animal, not even a mouse.Ó Napalm came from Harvard. Veritas! Our president is a Christian? So was Adolf Hitler. What can be said to our young people, now that psychopathic personalities, which is to say persons without consciences, without a sense of pity or shame, have taken all the money in the treasuries of our government and corporations and made it all their own? --
posted 08.31.04, reprinted from In These Times
posted by BLONDIE at 2:21 PM
1 Comments:
Jesus has already warned us of this,
Mat 24:24
For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if [it were] possible, they shall deceive the very elect.
Mat 7:15-20
Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.
Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?
Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit.
A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither [can] a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit.
Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.
Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.
God Bless you
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