Oops, I Bombed You Again . . .

afghan-childI remember when a “mistake” was when you forgot to send in your car insurance payment, or threw a red shirt in with your white towels, turning everything pink.  The word “mistake” takes on a frightening, utilitarian meaning when the Pentagon bandies it about during times of war.  The latest U.S.  wartime “mistake” appears to be in the Farah Province in western Afghanistan, where villagers brought scores of dead civilian bodies in truckloads to prove that the deaths were a result of U.S. airstrikes.

Dr Atiqullah, a resident of the village, told Pajhwok Afghan News “the bombardment destroyed the whole village and some of the mutilated bodies were beyond recognition. A tribal elder of the village, Abdul Manaan, told this news agency that 52 people in Ishaqzai area and 65 in Agha Sahiban area had been killed in the blitzkrieg.” As many as 150 were killed in this recent attack.  If confirmed, this death toll would top the deadliest incident last year, in which 90 were massacred in an airstrike over an alleged Taliban stronghold.

Following the typical pattern, Washington initially denied the incident, then apologized for the “mistake.”  The only reason they’re skipping the “denial” part this time is because the survivors trucked out the victims for all to behold.

According to Reuters, “the governor of Farah Province, Rohul Amin, said about 30 bodies had been trucked to his office, most of them women and children. Other officials said the overall civilian death toll may have been much higher, with scores of people feared killed while huddled in houses that were destroyed by U.S. warplanes.”

U.S. military officials are conducting another self-investigation into the incident and will doubtlessly soon apologize for the “mistake” they made in accidentally killing people while intentionally dropping bombs on people.  Orwell would be proud of such logic.  As in, whoopsie – didn’t mean for that bomb to blow off your child’s legs, we were aiming for the fella behind that tree.

Sorry –   Lemme make it up to ‘ ya, got any pomegranets you’d like us to buy?  Honeydew melons?  Anything but poppies . . . .

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  1. Seattle_Truthseeker

    We have learned nothing from the lessons of Viet Nam….. Anyone remember the picture of the little girl with her clothes burned off her body from her village being “naped? I certainly do – it made the cover of Life Magazine… I remember it… its seared into my mind…her fear, and her pain.
    I am left only to remember the lyrics of Bob Dylan – I don’t think he would mind that I have provided them here…. Everything we tried to stop in the 60’s has come back with a vengeance, both fierce and foul… the stench of napalm does not smell like… victory. Rather, it smells like….shame… I curse the masters of war…. I curse them

    Masters Of War
    Copyright ©1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

    Come you masters of war
    You that build all the guns
    You that build the death planes
    You that build the big bombs
    You that hide behind walls
    You that hide behind desks
    I just want you to know
    I can see through your masks

    You that never done nothin’
    But build to destroy
    You play with my world
    Like it’s your little toy
    You put a gun in my hand
    And you hide from my eyes
    And you turn and run farther
    When the fast bullets fly

    Like Judas of old
    You lie and deceive
    A world war can be won
    You want me to believe
    But I see through your eyes
    And I see through your brain
    Like I see through the water
    That runs down my drain

    You fasten the triggers
    For the others to fire
    Then you set back and watch
    When the death count gets higher
    You hide in your mansion
    As young people’s blood
    Flows out of their bodies
    And is buried in the mud

    You’ve thrown the worst fear
    That can ever be hurled
    Fear to bring children
    Into the world
    For threatening my baby
    Unborn and unnamed
    You ain’t worth the blood
    That runs in your veins

    How much do I know
    To talk out of turn
    You might say that I’m young
    You might say I’m unlearned
    But there’s one thing I know
    Though I’m younger than you
    Even Jesus would never
    Forgive what you do

    Let me ask you one question
    Is your money that good
    Will it buy you forgiveness
    Do you think that it could
    I think you will find
    When your death takes its toll
    All the money you made
    Will never buy back your soul

    And I hope that you die
    And your death’ll come soon
    I will follow your casket
    In the pale afternoon
    And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
    Down to your deathbed
    And I’ll stand o’er your grave
    ‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead

  2. Maggie

    Listening to your show last night regarding the hearings on healthcare and finding out that citizens and healthcare professionals were escorted out and arrested, a light bulb went on in my head. Our country is controled by few, has definately gone facist, and instead of having concentration camps, they are denying millions medical care as a from of genocide.

    I am a 61 year old single woman who just lost my health care in Dec.’08 because I could not afford my premium of $945 a month.

    The healthcare denial/genocide idea has crossed my mind before, but now seeing what is unfolding, I am sure that “our” government no longer is of the people, by the people and for the people. I never thought I would ever see American turn into this scary totalitarian state, but it has.

    Sorry I am a bad speller.

  3. Seattle_Truthseeker

    Maggie, I feel so bad for you…… what happened to our country? I keep thinking that if we had fought the establishment a little bit harder, done a little bit more, sang one more protest song, staged one more march… we could have stopped this in the 60’s…… hey hey LBJ how many kids ya killed today? or trickee dickee and all that mess. It all went to hell I think that terrible November day in Dallas, when we believed our government instead of our own lying eyes. From that black day on, the people who committed that coup, knew they were untouchable – unstoppable. America lost its soul, and Viet Nam happened in earnest, and 58,000 young men never came back to smile, to laugh, to cry, to grow old. And that lead to what we have today – war everlasting for profit, on the backs of our young men and women. America has lost its soul and forgotten (or chooses to forget) its history. We should have sung one more protest song, and maybe not let the movements back be broken at Kent State. I wish you all the best, and you are in my thoughts….. the answer my friend is blow’n in the wind, the answer is blow’n in the wind……….

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