“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
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
“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”.
General Smedley D. Butler, USMC, as quoted in Money, December
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
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.
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 email@example.com.
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