I couldn’t figure out if this article was serious or not. Sadly, I think it is.
There has never been an age without war, not ever. Mass violence is a continual aspect of the human condition. Peace, like good weather, is always local and temporary — and what is peace anyway but the result of past victories in war and the effective threat of future war against would-be aggressors?
We play with our children, read books, go to work and enjoy recreations only because people with guns stand ready, willing and able to kill other people with guns who would kill us if they could.
…really? I’d hate to walk around all day with this guy’s world view.
We need some films celebrating the war against Islamo-fascism in Afghanistan and Iraq — and in Iran as well, if and when that becomes necessary. We need films like those that were made during World War II, films such as 1943’s “Sahara” and “Action in the North Atlantic,” or “The Fighting Seabees” and “Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo,” which were released in 1944.
Not all of these were great films, or even good ones, but their patriotic tributes to our fighting forces inspired the nation.
More than that, they reminded the country what exactly it was that those forces were fighting to defend. Though many of these pictures now seem almost hilariously free with racist tirades against “sauerkrauts,” and “eyeties” and “Tojo and his bug-eyed monkeys,” they were also carefully constructed to display American life at its open-minded and inclusive best.
Sure, they used racial slurs like “bug-eyed monkeys,” but that’s American open-mindedness and inclusiveness at its best! Now if we just start using Hollywood to call Arabs camel-jockeys, they’ll see how great our way of life is.
As early as 1947, we had “Crossfire,” about an American GI who commits an anti-Semitic murder. In 1949, “Home of the Brave” depicted a heroic African American soldier dealing with prejudice. And by 1955, there was the classic “Bad Day at Black Rock,” in which a veteran uncovers homicidal anti-Japanese bigotry when he tries to deliver a medal to the father of a Japanese American killed on the battlefields of Italy.
Such self-examination and reform are part of the measure of our greatness. But there’s a difference between a humble nation confessing its sins and a country of flagellants whipping themselves for every impure thought. Since the ’60s, we have had, it seems, an endless string of war movies, from “Dr. Strangelove” to “Syriana,” in which the United States is depicted as wildly aggressive and endlessly corrupt — which, in fact, it’s not; which, in fact, it never has been.
Pssh, why talk about racism and imperialism when we can talk about winning?
Read the whole article. It’s… something else.