

What type of human being thinks intentionally aiming to bomb and attack civilians is ever justified? Apparently, 1 out of 4 Americans.



From the Christian Science Monitor:

...Americans are more approving of terrorist attacks against civilians than any major Muslim country except for Nigeria.



The survey, conducted in December 2006 by the University of Maryland's prestigious Program on International Public Attitudes, shows that only 46 percent of Americans think that "bombing and other attacks intentionally aimed at civilians" are "never justified," while 24 percent believe these attacks are "often or sometimes justified." The really sad thing about about this is these people who say it's justified to intentionally aim to kill civilians are all seemingly "normal" people. They have just become so self-deluded and delusional that they really don't have the slightest care for anyone but themselves.



"That's war" they say. But I wonder, would they say "that's war" if it was their family who was intentionally targeted to be killed? Would they say "that's war" if it was them who was targeted and they lost their limbs and had to go through life crippled?



Of course they wouldn't, and if they were to lose their limbs they would be the most pathetic "victim types" there is. Yet these same people have no problem saying "that's war" when it's someone else who is suffering.

Do you remember the dismal, rainy Sunday when worry over your biological rigidity drove me out to a bar? I was sitting there drinking whiskey--no, little man, I'm not a drinker, though I like a drink of whiskey now and then. Anyway, I was drinking a highball. You were slightly tipsy, you'd been in the war and had just come home from overseas. You described the Japanese as "ugly-looking apes." And then with that peculiar facial expression that I have purposely provoked in my treatment room in an effort to cure your plague, you said: "You know what we ought to do to those Japs on the West Coast? String 'em up, every last one of them. But not quickly; no, very slowly, twisting the noose a little tighter every five minutes . . . very slowly . . . like this . . ." And you twisted your hands to illustrate your meaning, little man. The waiter nodded his approval and admired your heroic virility. Have you ever held a little Japanese baby in your arms, you little patriot? No? On through the centuries you'll keep stringing up Japanese spies and American fliers and Russian peasants women and German officers and English anarchists and Greek Communists; you'll shoot them, electrocute them, and asphyxiate them in gas chambers, but all that won't make the slightest change in the constipation of your bowels and mind, in your incapacity for love, your rheumatism and psychic disorder. No amount of shooting or hanging will pull you out of the muck you're in. Take a look at yourself, little man! That's your only hope.



- Wilhelm Reich, Listen Little Man! If you don't care for others, who will care for you?







