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WaR IS a RaCKeT...
War Is A Racket
By Major General Smedley Butler
Contents
Chapter 1: War Is A Racket
Chapter 2: Who Makes The Profits?
Chapter 3: Who Pays The Bills?
Chapter 4: How To Smash This Racket!
Chapter 5: To Hell With War!
Smedley Darlington Butler
* Born: West Chester, Pa., July 30, 1881
* Educated: Haverford School
* Married: Ethel C. Peters, of Philadelphia, June 30, 1905
* Awarded two congressional medals of honor:
1. capture of Vera Cruz, Mexico, 1914
2. capture of Ft. Riviere, Haiti, 1917
* Distinguished service medal, 1919
* Major General - United States Marine Corps
* Retired Oct. 1, 1931
* On leave of absence to act as
director of Dept. of Safety, Philadelphia, 1932
* Lecturer -- 1930's
* Republican Candidate for Senate, 1932
* Died at Naval Hospital, Philadelphia, June 21, 1940
* For more information about Major General Butler,
contact the United States Marine Corps.
CHAPTER ONE
War Is A Racket
WAR is a racket. It always has been.
It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the
most vicious. It is the only one international in scope. It is the
only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the
losses in lives.
A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is not
what it seems to the majority of the people. Only a small "inside"
group knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of
the very few, at the expense of the very many. Out of war a few
people make huge fortunes.
In the World War [I] a mere handful garnered the profits of the
conflict. At least 21,000 new millionaires and billionaires were
made in the United States during the World War. That many admitted
their huge blood gains in their income tax returns. How many other
war millionaires falsified their tax returns no one knows.
How many of these war millionaires shouldered a rifle? How many of
them dug a trench? How many of them knew what it meant to go
hungry in a rat-infested dug-out? How many of them spent
sleepless, frightened nights, ducking shells and shrapnel and
machine gun bullets? How many of them parried a bayonet thrust of
an enemy? How many of them were wounded or killed in battle?
Out of war nations acquire additional territory, if they are
victorious. They just take it. This newly acquired territory
promptly is exploited by the few -- the selfsame few who wrung
dollars out of blood in the war. The general public shoulders the
bill.
And what is this bill?
This bill renders a horrible accounting. Newly placed gravestones.
Mangled bodies. Shattered minds. Broken hearts and homes. Economic
instability. Depression and all its attendant miseries.
Back-breaking taxation for generations and generations.
For a great many years, as a soldier, I had a suspicion that war
was a racket; not until I retired to civil life did I fully
realize it. Now that I see the international war clouds gathering,
as they are today, I must face it and speak out.
Again they are choosing sides. France and Russia met and agreed to
stand side by side. Italy and Austria hurried to make a similar
agreement. Poland and Germany cast sheep's eyes at each other,
forgetting for the nonce [one unique occasion], their dispute over
the Polish Corridor.
The assassination of King Alexander of Jugoslavia [Yugoslavia]
complicated matters. Jugoslavia and Hungary, long bitter enemies,
were almost at each other's throats. Italy was ready to jump in.
But France was waiting. So was Czechoslovakia. All of them are
looking ahead to war. Not the people -- not those who fight and
pay and die -- only those who foment wars and remain safely at
home to profit.
There are 40,000,000 men under arms in the world today, and our
statesmen and diplomats have the temerity to say that war is not
in the making.
Hell's bells! Are these 40,000,000 men being trained to be
dancers?
Not in Italy, to be sure. Premier Mussolini knows what they are
being trained for. He, at least, is frank enough to speak out.
Only the other day, Il Duce in "International Conciliation," the
publication of the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace,
said:
"And above all, Fascism, the more it considers and
observes the future and the development of humanity
quite apart from political considerations of the moment,
believes neither in the possibility nor the utility of
perpetual peace. . . . War alone brings up to its
highest tension all human energy and puts the stamp of
nobility upon the people who have the courage to meet
it."
Undoubtedly Mussolini means exactly what he says. His well-trained
army, his great fleet of planes, and even his navy are ready for
war -- anxious for it, apparently. His recent stand at the side of
Hungary in the latter's dispute with Jugoslavia showed that. And
the hurried mobilization of his troops on the Austrian border
after the assassination of Dollfuss showed it too. There are
others in Europe too whose sabre rattling presages war, sooner or
later.
Herr Hitler, with his rearming Germany and his constant demands
for more and more arms, is an equal if not greater menace to
peace. France only recently increased the term of military service
for its youth from a year to eighteen months.
Yes, all over, nations are camping in their arms. The mad dogs of
Europe are on the loose. In the Orient the maneuvering is more
adroit. Back in 1904, when Russia and Japan fought, we kicked out
our old friends the Russians and backed Japan. Then our very
generous international bankers were financing Japan. Now the trend
is to poison us against the Japanese. What does the "open door"
policy to China mean to us? Our trade with China is about
$90,000,000 a year. Or the Philippine Islands? We have spent about
$600,000,000 in the Philippines in thirty-five years and we (our
bankers and industrialists and speculators) have private
investments there of less than $200,000,000.
Then, to save that China trade of about $90,000,000, or to protect
these private investments of less than $200,000,000 in the
Philippines, we would be all stirred up to hate Japan and go to
war -- a war that might well cost us tens of billions of dollars,
hundreds of thousands of lives of Americans, and many more
hundreds of thousands of physically maimed and mentally unbalanced
men.
Of course, for this loss, there would be a compensating profit --
fortunes would be made. Millions and billions of dollars would be
piled up. By a few. Munitions makers. Bankers. Ship builders.
Manufacturers. Meat packers. Speculators. They would fare well.
Yes, they are getting ready for another war. Why shouldn't they?
It pays high dividends.
But what does it profit the men who are killed? What does it
profit their mothers and sisters, their wives and their
sweethearts? What does it profit their children?
What does it profit anyone except the very few to whom war means
huge profits?
Yes, and what does it profit the nation?
Take our own case. Until 1898 we didn't own a bit of territory
outside the mainland of North America. At that time our national
debt was a little more than $1,000,000,000. Then we became
"internationally minded." We forgot, or shunted aside, the advice
of the Father of our country. We forgot George Washington's
warning about "entangling alliances." We went to war. We acquired
outside territory. At the end of the World War period, as a direct
result of our fiddling in international affairs, our national debt
had jumped to over $25,000,000,000. Our total favorable trade
balance during the twenty-five-year period was about
$24,000,000,000. Therefore, on a purely bookkeeping basis, we ran
a little behind year for year, and that foreign trade might well
have been ours without the wars.
It would have been far cheaper (not to say safer) for the average
American who pays the bills to stay out of foreign entanglements.
For a very few this racket, like bootlegging and other underworld
rackets, brings fancy profits, but the cost of operations is
always transferred to the people -- who do not profit.
CHAPTER TWO
Who Makes The Profits?
The World War, rather our brief participation in it, has cost the
United States some $52,000,000,000. Figure it out. That means $400
to every American man, woman, and child. And we haven't paid the
debt yet. We are paying it, our children will pay it, and our
children's children probably still will be paying the cost of that
war.
The normal profits of a business concern in the United States are
six, eight, ten, and sometimes twelve percent. But war-time
profits -- ah! that is another matter -- twenty, sixty, one
hundred, three hundred, and even eighteen hundred per cent -- the
sky is the limit. All that traffic will bear. Uncle Sam has the
money. Let's get it.
Of course, it isn't put that crudely in war time. It is dressed
into speeches about patriotism, love of country, and "we must all
put our shoulders to the wheel," but the profits jump and leap and
skyrocket -- and are safely pocketed. Let's just take a few
examples:
Take our friends the du Ponts, the powder people -- didn't one of
them testify before a Senate committee recently that their powder
won the war? Or saved the world for democracy? Or something? How
did they do in the war? They were a patriotic corporation. Well,
the average earnings of the du Ponts for the period 1910 to 1914
were $6,000,000 a year. It wasn't much, but the du Ponts managed
to get along on it. Now let's look at their average yearly profit
during the war years, 1914 to 1918. Fifty-eight million dollars a
year profit we find! Nearly ten times that of normal times, and
the profits of normal times were pretty good. An increase in
profits of more than 950 per cent.
Take one of our little steel companies that patriotically shunted
aside the making of rails and girders and bridges to manufacture
war materials. Well, their 1910-1914 yearly earnings averaged
$6,000,000. Then came the war. And, like loyal citizens, Bethlehem
Steel promptly turned to munitions making. Did their profits jump
-- or did they let Uncle Sam in for a bargain? Well, their
1914-1918 average was $49,000,000 a year!
Or, let's take United States Steel. The normal earnings during the
five-year period prior to the war were $105,000,000 a year. Not
bad. Then along came the war and up went the profits. The average
yearly profit for the period 1914-1918 was $240,000,000. Not bad.
There you have some of the steel and powder earnings. Let's look
at something else. A little copper, perhaps. That always does well
in war times.
Anaconda, for instance. Average yearly earnings during the pre-war
years 1910-1914 of $10,000,000. During the war years 1914-1918
profits leaped to $34,000,000 per year.
Or Utah Copper. Average of $5,000,000 per year during the
1910-1914 period. Jumped to an average of $21,000,000 yearly
profits for the war period.
Let's group these five, with three smaller companies. The total
yearly average profits of the pre-war period 1910-1914 were
$137,480,000. Then along came the war. The average yearly profits
for this group skyrocketed to $408,300,000.
A little increase in profits of approximately 200 per cent.
Does war pay? It paid them. But they aren't the only ones. There
are still others. Let's take leather.
For the three-year period before the war the total profits of
Central Leather Company were $3,500,000. That was approximately
$1,167,000 a year. Well, in 1916 Central Leather returned a profit
of $15,000,000, a small increase of 1,100 per cent. That's all.
The General Chemical Company averaged a profit for the three years
before the war of a little over $800,000 a year. Came the war, and
the profits jumped to $12,000,000. a leap of 1,400 per cent.
International Nickel Company -- and you can't have a war without
nickel -- showed an increase in profits from a mere average of
$4,000,000 a year to $73,000,000 yearly. Not bad? An increase of
more than 1,700 per cent.
American Sugar Refining Company averaged $2,000,000 a year for the
three years before the war. In 1916 a profit of $6,000,000 was
recorded.
Listen to Senate Document No. 259. The Sixty-Fifth Congress,
reporting on corporate earnings and government revenues.
Considering the profits of 122 meat packers, 153 cotton
manufacturers, 299 garment makers, 49 steel plants, and 340 coal
producers during the war. Profits under 25 per cent were
exceptional. For instance the coal companies made between 100 per
cent and 7,856 per cent on their capital stock during the war. The
Chicago packers doubled and tripled their earnings.
And let us not forget the bankers who financed the great war. If
anyone had the cream of the profits it was the bankers. Being
partnerships rather than incorporated organizations, they do not
have to report to stockholders. And their profits were as secret
as they were immense. How the bankers made their millions and
their billions I do not know, because those little secrets never
become public -- even before a Senate investigatory body.
But here's how some of the other patriotic industrialists and
speculators chiseled their way into war profits.
Take the shoe people. They like war. It brings business with
abnormal profits. They made huge profits on sales abroad to our
allies. Perhaps, like the munitions manufacturers and armament
makers, they also sold to the enemy. For a dollar is a dollar
whether it comes from Germany or from France. But they did well by
Uncle Sam too. For instance, they sold Uncle Sam 35,000,000 pairs
of hobnailed service shoes. There were 4,000,000 soldiers. Eight
pairs, and more, to a soldier. My regiment during the war had only
one pair to a soldier. Some of these shoes probably are still in
existence. They were good shoes. But when the war was over Uncle
Sam has a matter of 25,000,000 pairs left over. Bought -- and paid
for. Profits recorded and pocketed.
There was still lots of leather left. So the leather people sold
your Uncle Sam hundreds of thousands of McClellan saddles for the
cavalry. But there wasn't any American cavalry overseas! Somebody
had to get rid of this leather, however. Somebody had to make a
profit in it -- so we had a lot of McClellan saddles. And we
probably have those yet.
Also somebody had a lot of mosquito netting. They sold your Uncle
Sam 20,000,000 mosquito nets for the use of the soldiers overseas.
I suppose the boys were expected to put it over them as they tried
to sleep in muddy trenches -- one hand scratching cooties on their
backs and the other making passes at scurrying rats. Well, not one
of these mosquito nets ever got to France!
Anyhow, these thoughtful manufacturers wanted to make sure that no
soldier would be without his mosquito net, so 40,000,000
additional yards of mosquito netting were sold to Uncle Sam.
There were pretty good profits in mosquito netting in those days,
even if there were no mosquitoes in France. I suppose, if the war
had lasted just a little longer, the enterprising mosquito netting
manufacturers would have sold your Uncle Sam a couple of
consignments of mosquitoes to plant in France so that more
mosquito netting would be in order.
Airplane and engine manufacturers felt they, too, should get their
just profits out of this war. Why not? Everybody else was getting
theirs. So $1,000,000,000 -- count them if you live long enough --
was spent by Uncle Sam in building airplane engines that never
left the ground! Not one plane, or motor, out of the billion
dollars worth ordered, ever got into a battle in France. Just the
same the manufacturers made their little profit of 30, 100, or
perhaps 300 per cent.
Undershirts for soldiers cost 14¢ [cents] to make and uncle Sam
paid 30¢ to 40¢ each for them -- a nice little profit for the
undershirt manufacturer. And the stocking manufacturer and the
uniform manufacturers and the cap manufacturers and the steel
helmet manufacturers -- all got theirs.
Why, when the war was over some 4,000,000 sets of equipment --
knapsacks and the things that go to fill them -- crammed
warehouses on this side. Now they are being scrapped because the
regulations have changed the contents. But the manufacturers
collected their wartime profits on them -- and they will do it all
over again the next time.
There were lots of brilliant ideas for profit making during the
war.
One very versatile patriot sold Uncle Sam twelve dozen 48-inch
wrenches. Oh, they were very nice wrenches. The only trouble was
that there was only one nut ever made that was large enough for
these wrenches. That is the one that holds the turbines at Niagara
Falls. Well, after Uncle Sam had bought them and the manufacturer
had pocketed the profit, the wrenches were put on freight cars and
shunted all around the United States in an effort to find a use
for them. When the Armistice was signed it was indeed a sad blow
to the wrench manufacturer. He was just about to make some nuts to
fit the wrenches. Then he planned to sell these, too, to your
Uncle Sam.
Still another had the brilliant idea that colonels shouldn't ride
in automobiles, nor should they even ride on horseback. One has
probably seen a picture of Andy Jackson riding in a buckboard.
Well, some 6,000 buckboards were sold to Uncle Sam for the use of
colonels! Not one of them was used. But the buckboard manufacturer
got his war profit.
The shipbuilders felt they should come in on some of it, too. They
built a lot of ships that made a lot of profit. More than
$3,000,000,000 worth. Some of the ships were all right. But
$635,000,000 worth of them were made of wood and wouldn't float!
The seams opened up -- and they sank. We paid for them, though.
And somebody pocketed the profits.
It has been estimated by statisticians and economists and
researchers that the war cost your Uncle Sam $52,000,000,000. Of
this sum, $39,000,000,000 was expended in the actual war itself.
This expenditure yielded $16,000,000,000 in profits. That is how
the 21,000 billionaires and millionaires got that way. This
$16,000,000,000 profits is not to be sneezed at. It is quite a
tidy sum. And it went to a very few.
The Senate (Nye) committee probe of the munitions industry and its
wartime profits, despite its sensational disclosures, hardly has
scratched the surface.
Even so, it has had some effect. The State Department has been
studying "for some time" methods of keeping out of war. The War
Department suddenly decides it has a wonderful plan to spring. The
Administration names a committee -- with the War and Navy
Departments ably represented under the chairmanship of a Wall
Street speculator -- to limit profits in war time. To what extent
isn't suggested. Hmmm. Possibly the profits of 300 and 600 and
1,600 per cent of those who turned blood into gold in the World
War would be limited to some smaller figure.
Apparently, however, the plan does not call for any limitation of
losses -- that is, the losses of those who fight the war. As far
as I have been able to ascertain there is nothing in the scheme to
limit a soldier to the loss of but one eye, or one arm, or to
limit his wounds to one or two or three. Or to limit the loss of
life.
There is nothing in this scheme, apparently, that says not more
than 12 per cent of a regiment shall be wounded in battle, or that
not more than 7 per cent in a division shall be killed.
Of course, the committee cannot be bothered with such trifling
matters.
CHAPTER THREE
Who Pays The Bills?
Who provides the profits -- these nice little profits of 20, 100,
300, 1,500 and 1,800 per cent? We all pay them -- in taxation. We
paid the bankers their profits when we bought Liberty Bonds at
$100.00 and sold them back at $84 or $86 to the bankers. These
bankers collected $100 plus. It was a simple manipulation. The
bankers control the security marts. It was easy for them to
depress the price of these bonds. Then all of us -- the people --
got frightened and sold the bonds at $84 or $86. The bankers
bought them. Then these same bankers stimulated a boom and
government bonds went to par -- and above. Then the bankers
collected their profits.
But the soldier pays the biggest part of the bill.
If you don't believe this, visit the American cemeteries on the
battlefields abroad. Or visit any of the veteran's hospitals in
the United States. On a tour of the country, in the midst of which
I am at the time of this writing, I have visited eighteen
government hospitals for veterans. In them are a total of about
50,000 destroyed men -- men who were the pick of the nation
eighteen years ago. The very able chief surgeon at the government
hospital; at Milwaukee, where there are 3,800 of the living dead,
told me that mortality among veterans is three times as great as
among those who stayed at home.
Boys with a normal viewpoint were taken out of the fields and
offices and factories and classrooms and put into the ranks. There
they were remolded; they were made over; they were made to "about
face"; to regard murder as the order of the day. They were put
shoulder to shoulder and, through mass psychology, they were
entirely changed. We used them for a couple of years and trained
them to think nothing at all of killing or of being killed.
Then, suddenly, we discharged them and told them to make another
"about face" ! This time they had to do their own readjustment,
sans [without] mass psychology, sans officers' aid and advice and
sans nation-wide propaganda. We didn't need them any more. So we
scattered them about without any "three-minute" or "Liberty Loan"
speeches or parades. Many, too many, of these fine young boys are
eventually destroyed, mentally, because they could not make that
final "about face" alone.
In the government hospital in Marion, Indiana, 1,800 of these boys
are in pens! Five hundred of them in a barracks with steel bars
and wires all around outside the buildings and on the porches.
These already have been mentally destroyed. These boys don't even
look like human beings. Oh, the looks on their faces! Physically,
they are in good shape; mentally, they are gone.
There are thousands and thousands of these cases, and more and
more are coming in all the time. The tremendous excitement of the
war, the sudden cutting off of that excitement -- the young boys
couldn't stand it.
That's a part of the bill. So much for the dead -- they have paid
their part of the war profits. So much for the mentally and
physically wounded -- they are paying now their share of the war
profits. But the others paid, too -- they paid with heartbreaks
when they tore themselves away from their firesides and their
families to don the uniform of Uncle Sam -- on which a profit had
been made. They paid another part in the training camps where they
were regimented and drilled while others took their jobs and their
places in the lives of their communities. The paid for it in the
trenches where they shot and were shot; where they were hungry for
days at a time; where they slept in the mud and the cold and in
the rain -- with the moans and shrieks of the dying for a horrible
lullaby.
But don't forget -- the soldier paid part of the dollars and cents
bill too.
Up to and including the Spanish-American War, we had a prize
system, and soldiers and sailors fought for money. During the
Civil War they were paid bonuses, in many instances, before they
went into service. The government, or states, paid as high as
$1,200 for an enlistment. In the Spanish-American War they gave
prize money. When we captured any vessels, the soldiers all got
their share -- at least, they were supposed to. Then it was found
that we could reduce the cost of wars by taking all the prize
money and keeping it, but conscripting [drafting] the soldier
anyway. Then soldiers couldn't bargain for their labor, Everyone
else could bargain, but the soldier couldn't.
Napoleon once said,
"All men are enamored of decorations . . . they
positively hunger for them."
So by developing the Napoleonic system -- the medal business --
the government learned it could get soldiers for less money,
because the boys liked to be decorated. Until the Civil War there
were no medals. Then the Congressional Medal of Honor was handed
out. It made enlistments easier. After the Civil War no new medals
were issued until the Spanish-American War.
In the World War, we used propaganda to make the boys accept
conscription. They were made to feel ashamed if they didn't join
the army.
So vicious was this war propaganda that even God was brought into
it. With few exceptions our clergymen joined in the clamor to
kill, kill, kill. To kill the Germans. God is on our side . . . it
is His will that the Germans be killed.
And in Germany, the good pastors called upon the Germans to kill
the allies . . . to please the same God. That was a part of the
general propaganda, built up to make people war conscious and
murder conscious.
Beautiful ideals were painted for our boys who were sent out to
die. This was the "war to end all wars." This was the "war to make
the world safe for democracy." No one mentioned to them, as they
marched away, that their going and their dying would mean huge war
profits. No one told these American soldiers that they might be
shot down by bullets made by their own brothers here. No one told
them that the ships on which they were going to cross might be
torpedoed by submarines built with United States patents. They
were just told it was to be a "glorious adventure."
Thus, having stuffed patriotism down their throats, it was decided
to make them help pay for the war, too. So, we gave them the large
salary of $30 a month.
All they had to do for this munificent sum was to leave their dear
ones behind, give up their jobs, lie in swampy trenches, eat
canned willy (when they could get it) and kill and kill and kill .
. . and be killed.
But wait!
Half of that wage (just a little more than a riveter in a shipyard
or a laborer in a munitions factory safe at home made in a day)
was promptly taken from him to support his dependents, so that
they would not become a charge upon his community. Then we made
him pay what amounted to accident insurance -- something the
employer pays for in an enlightened state -- and that cost him $6
a month. He had less than $9 a month left.
Then, the most crowning insolence of all -- he was virtually
blackjacked into paying for his own ammunition, clothing, and food
by being made to buy Liberty Bonds. Most soldiers got no money at
all on pay days.
We made them buy Liberty Bonds at $100 and then we bought them
back -- when they came back from the war and couldn't find work --
at $84 and $86. And the soldiers bought about $2,000,000,000 worth
of these bonds!
Yes, the soldier pays the greater part of the bill. His family
pays too. They pay it in the same heart-break that he does. As he
suffers, they suffer. At nights, as he lay in the trenches and
watched shrapnel burst about him, they lay home in their beds and
tossed sleeplessly -- his father, his mother, his wife, his
sisters, his brothers, his sons, and his daughters.
When he returned home minus an eye, or minus a leg or with his
mind broken, they suffered too -- as much as and even sometimes
more than he. Yes, and they, too, contributed their dollars to the
profits of the munitions makers and bankers and shipbuilders and
the manufacturers and the speculators made. They, too, bought
Liberty Bonds and contributed to the profit of the bankers after
the Armistice in the hocus-pocus of manipulated Liberty Bond
prices.
And even now the families of the wounded men and of the mentally
broken and those who never were able to readjust themselves are
still suffering and still paying.
CHAPTER FOUR
How To Smash This Racket!
WELL, it's a racket, all right.
A few profit -- and the many pay. But there is a way to stop it.
You can't end it by disarmament conferences. You can't eliminate
it by peace parleys at Geneva. Well-meaning but impractical groups
can't wipe it out by resolutions. It can be smashed effectively
only by taking the profit out of war.
The only way to smash this racket is to conscript capital and
industry and labor before the nations manhood can be conscripted.
One month before the Government can conscript the young men of the
nation -- it must conscript capital and industry and labor. Let
the officers and the directors and the high-powered executives of
our armament factories and our munitions makers and our
shipbuilders and our airplane builders and the manufacturers of
all the other things that provide profit in war time as well as
the bankers and the speculators, be conscripted -- to get $30 a
month, the same wage as the lads in the trenches get.
Let the workers in these plants get the same wages -- all the
workers, all presidents, all executives, all directors, all
managers, all bankers -- yes, and all generals and all admirals
and all officers and all politicians and all government office
holders -- everyone in the nation be restricted to a total monthly
income not to exceed that paid to the soldier in the trenches!
Let all these kings and tycoons and masters of business and all
those workers in industry and all our senators and governors and
majors pay half of their monthly $30 wage to their families and
pay war risk insurance and buy Liberty Bonds.
Why shouldn't they?
They aren't running any risk of being killed or of having their
bodies mangled or their minds shattered. They aren't sleeping in
muddy trenches. They aren't hungry. The soldiers are!
Give capital and industry and labor thirty days to think it over
and you will find, by that time, there will be no war. That will
smash the war racket -- that and nothing else.
Maybe I am a little too optimistic. Capital still has some say. So
capital won't permit the taking of the profit out of war until the
people -- those who do the suffering and still pay the price --
make up their minds that those they elect to office shall do their
bidding, and not that of the profiteers.
Another step necessary in this fight to smash the war racket is
the limited plebiscite to determine whether a war should be
declared. A plebiscite not of all the voters but merely of those
who would be called upon to do the fighting and dying. There
wouldn't be very much sense in having a 76-year-old president of a
munitions factory or the flat-footed head of an international
banking firm or the cross-eyed manager of a uniform manufacturing
plant -- all of whom see visions of tremendous profits in the
event of war -- voting on whether the nation should go to war or
not. They never would be called upon to shoulder arms -- to sleep
in a trench and to be shot. Only those who would be called upon to
risk their lives for their country should have the privilege of
voting to determine whether the nation should go to war.
There is ample precedent for restricting the voting to those
affected. Many of our states have restrictions on those permitted
to vote. In most, it is necessary to be able to read and write
before you may vote. In some, you must own property. It would be a
simple matter each year for the men coming of military age to
register in their communities as they did in the draft during the
World War and be examined physically. Those who could pass and who
would therefore be called upon to bear arms in the event of war
would be eligible to vote in a limited plebiscite. They should be
the ones to have the power to decide -- and not a Congress few of
whose members are within the age limit and fewer still of whom are
in physical condition to bear arms. Only those who must suffer
should have the right to vote.
A third step in this business of smashing the war racket is to
make certain that our military forces are truly forces for defense
only.
At each session of Congress the question of further naval
appropriations comes up. The swivel-chair admirals of Washington
(and there are always a lot of them) are very adroit lobbyists.
And they are smart. They don't shout that "We need a lot of
battleships to war on this nation or that nation." Oh no. First of
all, they let it be known that America is menaced by a great naval
power. Almost any day, these admirals will tell you, the great
fleet of this supposed enemy will strike suddenly and annihilate
125,000,000 people. Just like that. Then they begin to cry for a
larger navy. For what? To fight the enemy? Oh my, no. Oh, no. For
defense purposes only.
Then, incidentally, they announce maneuvers in the Pacific. For
defense. Uh, huh.
The Pacific is a great big ocean. We have a tremendous coastline
on the Pacific. Will the maneuvers be off the coast, two or three
hundred miles? Oh, no. The maneuvers will be two thousand, yes,
perhaps even thirty-five hundred miles, off the coast.
The Japanese, a proud people, of course will be pleased beyond
expression to see the united States fleet so close to Nippon's
shores. Even as pleased as would be the residents of California
were they to dimly discern through the morning mist, the Japanese
fleet playing at war games off Los Angeles.
The ships of our navy, it can be seen, should be specifically
limited, by law, to within 200 miles of our coastline. Had that
been the law in 1898 the Maine would never have gone to Havana
Harbor. She never would have been blown up. There would have been
no war with Spain with its attendant loss of life. Two hundred
miles is ample, in the opinion of experts, for defense purposes.
Our nation cannot start an offensive war if its ships can't go
further than 200 miles from the coastline. Planes might be
permitted to go as far as 500 miles from the coast for purposes of
reconnaissance. And the army should never leave the territorial
limits of our nation.
To summarize: Three steps must be taken to smash the war racket.
1. We must take the profit out of war.
2. We must permit the youth of the land who would bear arms to
decide whether or not there should be war.
3. We must limit our military forces to home defense purposes.
CHAPTER FIVE
To Hell With War!
I am not a fool as to believe that war is a thing of the past. I
know the people do not want war, but there is no use in saying we
cannot be pushed into another war.
Looking back, Woodrow Wilson was re-elected president in 1916 on a
platform that he had "kept us out of war" and on the implied
promise that he would "keep us out of war." Yet, five months later
he asked Congress to declare war on Germany.
In that five-month interval the people had not been asked whether
they had changed their minds. The 4,000,000 young men who put on
uniforms and marched or sailed away were not asked whether they
wanted to go forth to suffer and die.
Then what caused our government to change its mind so suddenly?
Money.
An allied commission, it may be recalled, came over shortly before
the war declaration and called on the President. The President
summoned a group of advisers. The head of the commission spoke.
Stripped of its diplomatic language, this is what he told the
President and his group:
"There is no use kidding ourselves any longer. The cause
of the allies is lost. We now owe you (American bankers,
American munitions makers, American manufacturers,
American speculators, American exporters) five or six
billion dollars.
If we lose (and without the help of the United States we
must lose) we, England, France and Italy, cannot pay
back this money . . . and Germany won't.
So . . . "
Had secrecy been outlawed as far as war negotiations were
concerned, and had the press been invited to be present at that
conference, or had radio been available to broadcast the
proceedings, America never would have entered the World War. But
this conference, like all war discussions, was shrouded in utmost
secrecy. When our boys were sent off to war they were told it was
a "war to make the world safe for democracy" and a "war to end all
wars."
Well, eighteen years after, the world has less of democracy than
it had then. Besides, what business is it of ours whether Russia
or Germany or England or France or Italy or Austria live under
democracies or monarchies? Whether they are Fascists or
Communists? Our problem is to preserve our own democracy.
And very little, if anything, has been accomplished to assure us
that the World War was really the war to end all wars.
Yes, we have had disarmament conferences and limitations of arms
conferences. They don't mean a thing. One has just failed; the
results of another have been nullified. We send our professional
soldiers and our sailors and our politicians and our diplomats to
these conferences. And what happens?
The professional soldiers and sailors don't want to disarm. No
admiral wants to be without a ship. No general wants to be without
a command. Both mean men without jobs. They are not for
disarmament. They cannot be for limitations of arms. And at all
these conferences, lurking in the background but all-powerful,
just the same, are the sinister agents of those who profit by war.
They see to it that these conferences do not disarm or seriously
limit armaments.
The chief aim of any power at any of these conferences has not
been to achieve disarmament to prevent war but rather to get more
armament for itself and less for any potential foe.
There is only one way to disarm with any semblance of
practicability. That is for all nations to get together and scrap
every ship, every gun, every rifle, every tank, every war plane.
Even this, if it were possible, would not be enough.
The next war, according to experts, will be fought not with
battleships, not by artillery, not with rifles and not with
machine guns. It will be fought with deadly chemicals and gases.
Secretly each nation is studying and perfecting newer and
ghastlier means of annihilating its foes wholesale. Yes, ships
will continue to be built, for the shipbuilders must make their
profits. And guns still will be manufactured and powder and rifles
will be made, for the munitions makers must make their huge
profits. And the soldiers, of course, must wear uniforms, for the
manufacturer must make their war profits too.
But victory or defeat will be determined by the skill and
ingenuity of our scientists.
If we put them to work making poison gas and more and more
fiendish mechanical and explosive instruments of destruction, they
will have no time for the constructive job of building greater
prosperity for all peoples. By putting them to this useful job, we
can all make more money out of peace than we can out of war --
even the munitions makers.
So...I say,
TO HELL WITH WAR!
Source:http://www.ratical.org/ratville/CAH/warisaracket.html (hypertext) http://www.ratical.org/ratville/CAH/warisaracket.txt (text only) http://www.ratical.org/ratville/CAH/warisaracket.pdf (print ready
WB7: History does rhyme.
A hat tip to all who served honorably and to those who paid the highest price.
And let us not forget to flip the bird at our beloved Politicians as they flatter themselves with hypocritical bullshit on a day that should be reserved strictly for quiet national contemplation.
Happy Memorial Day 2013!
And to hell with you too Ben Bernanke!
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Thanks for a great thread everyone!
This is by far my very favorite of your excellent and creative posts.
I vaguely recall reading an article about him in The American Conservative (back when it was American & Conservative) or maybe in Chronicles. But I had never seen this before. Superb Memorial Day reading!
Thanks!
WB, I've thanked you many times for your 'stuff', but this one is special. A perfect day for General Butler's War is Hell.
I'm off to keep a deal I made 49 years ago with an Army buddy - to have a beer with each other on Memorial Day. He won't make it this year either, but he is forever a 21 year old kid - you know - not good about keeping appointments - and I just keep getting older.
But we do know today. Their business is a scam, albeit a very clever scam. Well organized, well orchestrated and well executed. Connected at every level and within every public and private group that has any political influence.
Killing the bank(er)s will put an end to the oppression. Since the formation of the Redshields, "Das Rote Schild" the world has been tossed and turned by massive military aggression, destruction and imperialism. Whenever a nation couldn't pay its debts, the bankers were eager to finance their only way out of the debt spiral.
War is a racket and the financing of war is a scam. Wether the banker's money is backed or not doesn't matter when they create money from thin air (or pull it out of their ass) and loan it out against interest. Few families in the history of mankind ever had this privilege. There is absolutely no difference between these families today and the inbred and imbecile nature of the aristocracy in centuries prior. They are a parasitic cancer at the top. They are too heavy and too laden to be carried by the masses. Time for heads to roll.
Their propaganda that the power vacuum that will follow is potentially worse than the status quo is just as much bullshit and fear mongering as the sheeple Christian conviction to respect leadership and respect the oppressors and never fight them. Twisting and bending of "scripture" doesn't count. The ideology is pretty clear on that.
Don't fight, forgive the oppressor, be happy with what you have and don't store your riches on Earth because they are in heaven. Nice, nice so the oppressor gets away scot free. Dumb sheep.
America has been turned into a nation of dumb sheep. Sheep get shorn frequently. Sheep also get slaughtered if and when the time comes. In line with the Christian context, the analogy of dumb sheep couldn't be more fitting. The fact that the dumb sheep ideology is derived on the foundation of another culture which has been successful in spreading the delusion to establish the herd of dumb sheep is remarkable! Especially when the original culture has elevated itself to a status of "chosen people" and is better established, better situated and better equipped than the dumb sheep who is being told to be some sort of gatekeeper for the originals. If you look at this from a distance or transfer to any ancient culture you'd think these people were really smart and the rest of the "non chosen" just really dumb.
If it wasn't for "Christians" in America, the revolution would have been well undeway by now imo.
and then
Who are the Christians stopping you from knocking off the bankers then, tough guy?
Don't bother trying, though. You really need some time to continue growing up.
William Banzai7... thank you for posting this. It should be required reading in middle schools, and again in high schools across the U.S., but of course it's not and never will be unless we have a catastrophic collapse followed by a great awakening, with exposures of truth behind events like JFK, 9/11, 7/7, etc.. Kind of a fantasy of mine, probably of many here on ZH.
USMC Major General Smedley Darlington Butler is also glossed over at Quantico - OCS/TBS, again, for obvious reasons..
The Haverford School has graduated some amazing people - with lifelong integrity intact. My father was one, who not too many years later after joining Skull & Bones, distanced himself, I believe, after seeing them for what they were. Are.
Twenty-two year old seniors are charmed & flattered (seduced) by being chosen by secret societies, CIA, and other agencies.. In all their relative innocence, they have no idea what they're getting involved in..
We just dedicated a Memorial Bench in SDB's honor at Haverford. It cost me a pretty penny! But he will be remembered there, next year a course is offered using "Devil Dog" as a text. And on the bench "To Hell with War" is inscribed. Best thing I've done in a long time.
Very happy to hear this, thanks for this info.
Upton Sinclair, ed. (1878–1968).
The Cry for Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest. 1915.
The Illusion of War
By Richard Le Gallienne
(American poet, born in England, 1866–1947)
WAR I abhor, and yet how sweet
The sound along the marching street
Of drum and fife, and I forget
Wet eyes of widows, and forget
Broken old mothers, and the whole 5
Dark butchery without a soul.
Without a soul, save this bright drink
Of heady music, sweet as hell;
And even my peace-abiding feet
Go marching with the marching street— 10
For yonder, yonder goes the fife,
And what care I for human life!
The tears fill my astonished eyes,
And my full heart is like to break;
And yet ’tis all embannered lies, 15
A dream those little drummers make.
O, it is wickedness to clothe
Yon hideous grinning thing that stalks,
Hidden in music, like a queen,
That in a garden of glory walks, 20
Till good men love the thing they loathe.
Art, thou hast many infamies,
But not an infamy like this—
Oh, snap the fife, and still the drum,
And show the monster as she is!
............
http://archive.org/stream/elberthubbardssc005740mbp/elberthubbardssc0057...
Thank you WB7, for helping me to see the world for what it is.
A chlorine gas attack in WWI:
Dulce et Decorum Est (It is sweet and right)
by Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori (to die for your country)
Thank you for posting that from Major General Butler - a true view from inside the belly of the beast.
And, written before WWII - an eye opening perspective.
Don't forget the coup against the United States General Butler tried to prevent:
'BBC: Bush's Grandfather Planned Fascist Coup In America'
http://www.prisonplanet.com/articles/july2007/240707fascistcoup.htm
'White House Coup: Smedley Butler and Prescott Bush'
http://warisacrime.org/node/36409
He ultimately failed, as we are all witnessing, but he did try.
May G-d bless his soul.
"live, grainy but splendid.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLCYH36ahpE
ciao."
guiseppeP.
raglan road - lyrics:
On raglan road on an autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I may one day rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.
On grafton street in november,
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worst of passions pledged.
The queen of hearts still baking tarts
And I not making hay,
Well I loved too much; by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.
I gave her the gifts of the mind.
I gave her the secret sign
Thats known to all the artists who have
Known true gods of sound and time.
With word and tint I did not stint.
I gave her reams of poems to say
With her own dark hair and her own name there
Like the clouds over fields of may.
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
I see her walking now , away from me,
So hurriedly. my reason must allow,
For I have wooed, not as I should
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.
http://www.thelocal.de/money/20130527-49949.html
war is a packet...but god wills it (so they sing).
So with indulgences and good return on investment since Venice's days, the stage is set.
You scratch me a check for my 1000 $ toilet seat and I'll scratch your a 200$ lobbying bonus.
We're such buddy buddy cronies on the golf course!
And, the more the merrier, here is a game where the competition never ends; to make a packet of course!
Why? Its all fed on the tax teet. What a source of never ending money that teet of fiat meat is, especially if you know how to talk turkey on the golf course!
Just make sure that the resulting mayhem doesn't kill them all. We still want to collect our tax receipts and corpses have no pockets.
Who really said “When fascism comes to America, it will come wrapped in the flag and waving a cross”?
http://technoccult.net/archives/2010/03/03/who-really-said-when-fascism-...
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has the entire entertainment industry in America become an
infomercial for the technology of homicide and a tool of
recruiting weapons systems operators?
stated in the form of an observational question.
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why? by what grand design, who benefits?
.
USA vs. UK: Who’s More Fascist?
http://www.veteranstoday.com/2013/05/26/usa-vs-uk-whos-more-fascist/
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Fight Clubs: On Napoleon Chagnon
One anthropologist’s place in his field’s ongoing battle over questions of power, means and ends.
Peter C. Baker
Read more: http://www.thenation.com/article/174369/fight-clubs-napoleon-chagnon#ixz...
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"In response, his old University of Michigan professor Marshall Sahlins resigned from the academy, citing not only Chagnon’s election but also the recruitment of NAS anthropologists by the US military. “The two are connected,” he told me recently. “Chagnon’s research and the imperial venture are both based on the same assumption, that pursuit of material self-interest is the natural human condition—the obvious, natural, best thing for the individual and the nation.”" ...
Read more: http://www.thenation.com/article/174369/fight-clubs-napoleon-chagnon#ixz...
I grew up with a love for war... Part of it was heritage... My family has contributed it's share of blood to every conflict this country has been engaged in going back to the American Revolution... But I was also a wargamer by hobby... Massive simulations from modern to ancient times requiring endless hours of study... and I was good at it...
In a sense I believe that all men have a love for war if they were honest with themselves... As much as it is considered the enlightened position to abhor it...
It wasn't until I began a study of money that my perspective began to change. Those whose sacrifice had seemed noble... Who appeared to have acted with honor and courage (all of which I still believe)... Well, they, began to look like suckers... and the more I thought on it the more the enemy began to seem to me to be just other hapless beings caught in the gears and cogs of the same monstrous machinery...
I had a son who turned 18 last year. He was as fine a man as I have ever known... strong, moral, courageous... he was the kind of young man any man would have be honored to call his son... and I told him as much just days before he was killed in a traffic accident with a logging truck while on his way into town to attend school...
As bizarre as this is going to sound I was almost relieved... My greatest fear for him was that he was going to be called up to fight this countries next great war... coming soon I suspect... That he was going to be asked to do things he would know were immoral... Asked to choose between loyalty to his friends and loyalty to his fellow man... and that he would come back to me a spiritually broken man...
I fear for all of you with sons who are at or near the age to be conscripted... I pray they will be spared, but I suspect many of them will not...
Sadly, in this next call to patriotism perhaps even our daughters will not be safe... I still have three of them...
Thanks very much for sharing your personal and painful story. My son is 18. I may lose him to a car accident, or any of fate's other life changing moments, but I will not lose him in some damn foreign expeditionary war. If he is conscripted we may have to fight, but it will be here at home against the enemies within.
So many good young people willing to go anywhere and do virtually anything "for our country". We desperately need folks like that - but to protect us and not to project power on behalf of the powerful who despise us. And if enough those trained, armed folks figure that out, times will get interesting, and there will be a correction.
Second that and thank you sir for speaking your truth to power. Sadly, you are more than likely right. Suckers marching off to war for the banksters profits and a population reduction agenda. A draft is coming after they start the next world war.
Cheers to you and yours, and to all on board. Let us remember, war does not work for the average man or woman. It is hell spun evil and nothing less. Will mankind ever learn this? Is there no help for the poor children of the world?
I'm very sorry to hear about the loss of your son.
You are right to be concerned for your daughters. The lunatics that run the circus are chafing for a conflict to solve their big problem.
BTW, I'm not sure it is a natural love of war as it is the amount of violent imagery consumed by adolescents. When we were kids it was toy soldiers etc, now it's violent video games. The result is the same. The male hormonal urge to be macho is channeled towards the glorification of violence. It's not an accident.
War is THE business of America and it requires a steady supply of new real and present "threats"... we're currently finding them at home and beefing up Homeland insecurity, ATF etc. The supply in the pipeline is getting thin...let's all get out and find a third world country we haven't already occupied to get this economy moving!
PS.. we have many more top brass to feed:
http://www.truth-out.org/opinion/item/5920:the-pentagons-biggest-overrun...
Thanks William;
This, written by a man who saw action and made his way to the top is truth.
Anyone who has have been exposed to violence knows it isn't like what movies or television portrays. Even with the special effects and so called realism, fear, smells, comrades and loved ones dying or wounded, emotions running at peak cannot be experienced through media.
War is Hell's foundation and those that propagate it are children of the creator of that abyss.
There is no need for nukes, chemical weapons, artillery and so on. We can do without the vast military machine in this world.
Unfortunately the veil of deception has covered the eyes of many and they are brain washed into believing it.
is that from Lord of the Flies? (great anti-war novel)
That was a good movie, although hard to watch. This is a vintage image from a scout outing or some similar event.
I have only read snippets of General Butler's essay before and it was with pleasure to read the whole thing. Coming from a military man, makes it all the more meaningful.
Narrative collapse. I want the Pentagon shut down and EVERYONE connected to the Pentagon and to Wall Street moved to the Middle East. Live in pup tents. Live in the US emassy in Iraq, but I want everyone over in the Middle East. No desk jockeys.
Real estate in Washington, DC and New York City would plunge immediately. That's good. The Members of Congress on the Armed Services committees would move to the Middle East as well. Go there. Stay there.
You don't have small government if you have a standing military, because military funding comes from tax revenue. We have 3 decades of business literature on supply chain management courtesy Harvard Business School and others. I don't want any redundancy or any desk jockies or lifetime bureaucrats sitting in the Pentagon. I want everybody in the Middle East. If it's too crowded to hide Weapons of Mass Destruction, um, that's my point.
When I and a plane loaded with troops landed at Bien Hoa airport in Vietnam, I saw a multi-lane highway with many late model cars on it; my first thought was "What the hell am I doing here." A few days later when they were handing out M16s which were banged up and not at all brand new like I expected, I looked at mine and saw manufactured by IBM, I though what the hell?; I then started looking at other M16s and they were marked - manufactured by General Motors, Singer Corp., etc. At that point, I knew I had been had. Now, when anyone says "Thanks for your service!", I look at them and think - another clueless, brainwashed dweeb... Smedley was right - war is one huge racket...
You bet Smedley was right.
I'm an Annaplois grad - and I can tell you that Smedley Butler's "War is a Racket" essay is NOT TAUGHT at the Boat School (nor, I suspect, at West Point or Colorado Springs either). His wartime record and the circumstances surrounding his two CMOH awards are certainly discussed in various leadership classes. But not the most insightful (while accessible) essay he ever penned. Wonder why that is?
From Wikipedia:
A total of over 6.5 million M1 carbines of various models were manufactured, making it the most produced small arm for the American military during World War II (compared with about 6 million M1 rifles and under 2 million Thompson submachine guns).
Despite being designed by Winchester, the great majority of these were made by other companies (see list of Military contractors below).
The largest producer was the Inland division of General Motors, but many others were made by contractors as diverse as IBM, the Underwood Typewriter Company, and the Rock-Ola jukebox company. Few contractors made all the parts for carbines bearing their name: some makers bought parts from other major contractors or sub-contracted minor parts to companies like Marlin Firearms or Auto-Ordnance. Parts by all makers were required to be interchangeable. Irwin-Pedersen models were the fewest produced, at a little over 4,000. Many carbines were refurbished at several arsenals after the war, with many parts interchanged from original maker carbines. 10 different manufacturers made the M1 Carbine including, Inland (General Motors), Winchester, Underwood (of typewriter fame), Rock-Ola (Jukebox Company), Quality Hardware, Grand Rapids (Irwin Penderson & Saginaw SG also a GM company), Saginaw Gear (another GM company), National Postal Meter (supplier of machines for the US Postal Service), Standard Products, and IBM.
Good info you provided regaqrding the M 1 Garand and the M 1 Carbine. I have a Universal carbine, and a Springfield Armory M 1 Garand. Both were fine pieces of killing machinery, my father and numberous uncles used both of them, in Europe and the Pacific.
The Springfield Armory manufacuted were the most desired as they were the most dependable. One can not really imagine how much more superior a semi auto against a bolt action preforms especially in a night time banzi charge. Having to crank a bolt action for each shot as opposed to just pulling the trigger and clip reloading makes your killing abilities so much more superior.
I personally prefer the M-14 which is nothing more that a M 1 Garand with a 20 round clip instead of loading 8 round from the top.
William have you ever heard of a situation called "M1 thumb"? Only those that experienced it or had a comrade experience it know's what it is. When I show mine off to friends I demonstrate to them the proper way to jam a 8 round clip into the top of my M1, and then show them why you use the side of you hand against the bolt lever, keep you hand rigid, other wise the bolt will try to stuff you thumb in the barrel.
Also, Singer Sowing Machine Company made a lot of Grands and Carbine, and are collectors now!
Good post on Geenral Butler, and so appropriate on this holiday!
I read his work a long time ago, actually 42 years ago after returning from SE Asia, his work still resonates 73 years later and should be read everytime another dumbass like Bush tries to do what Bush did.
My M1 thumb involves hand gestures used on my track pad to control the cursor in Photoshop ;-)
you didn't mention the troops didn't trust those m16s, they didn't work in the field.
Yeah, because they required low-residue powder, which is of course more expensive than the cheap crap that plugged the air-piston inlet. Nothing but the best for the American Foreign Legionnaires.
The guys I talk too tell me that the 5.56 mm does not do much agains those thick mud walls and long distance shots.
Give me my old M-14, it will punch a hole through the mud wall and make anyone on the other side of that wall real miserable.!
Give me my old (match) M-1 from my rifle team days a looooong time ago...
as we roll into the next "kinetic military humanitarian action" non war, war in Syria a little Iron Maiden on this memorial day, much like Bulter's piece it's an oldie but still very relevant...
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
To Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore?
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout "Let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers."
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.
And now for some humor...Hogan's WTF?
Hogans Heros was spun off of Stalag 13, a Billy Wilder film, which had some comic elements. many very good German film makers emigrated to America before the war. the WW2 propaganda effort extended to hollywood which answered the call, much as they had painted the great depression as an endless party with top hats and tails. hollywood was just another wartime industry. in the new Cold War, government against the people, their propaganda effort is designed to make their services seem necessary, healthcare, homeland security. it may seem unpopular to say so, but this obsession with government collapse is exactly the message they want to get out. they want you to be afraid, to not trust your neighbors, and buy all sorts of things to protect yourself, oh and don't smoke or drink too much, especially while you drive, because that bites into insurance company profits. remember how Russia lost their Cold War, Reagan drove them into bankruptcy (now that we are them, the government uses our own tax money to defeat us)if anything Hogan served a purpose, maing war look like the farce it really is.
Sgt. Schultz (John Banner) -
Banner was born to Jewish parents in Vienna, Austria-Hungary. He studied for a law degree, but decided instead to become an actor. In 1938, when he was performing with an acting troupe in Switzerland, Adolf Hitler annexed Austria to Nazi Germany. Banner emigrated to the United States, where he rapidly picked up English. He began acting in Hollywood films, ironically usually playing a German soldier. His typecasting did not please him, as his family members who had remained in Vienna all perished in Nazi concentration camps, but it was the only work he was offered.
Banner was loved not only by the viewers, but by the cast of Hogan's Heroes as well (as recalled by cast members on the Hogan's Heroes DVD commentary). The Jewish Banner defended his character, telling TV Guide in 1967: "Schultz is not a Nazi. I see Schultz as the representative of some kind of goodness in any generation."
I don't know how a movie like Catch-22 ever made it through the Hollywood propaganda gauntlet. Full Metal Jacket I can understand because of Kubrik's draw. Generally speaking, the only ones that make it through have to have the USA, USA, USA propaganda element built in in some fashion, even if the message concerning violence and war is somewhat circumspect.
If you look at all the recent movies they all glorify the "war on terror."
And take a look at my false flag operation below...
apparently Geo Lucas stole action sequences from WW2 films, and inserted Star Wars ships, in what was an outright act of plagiarism, then of course he sold the empire to Disney.
What a post!
+100 for War is Racket
It's uncanny how you capture real hope in this precious artifact from Major General Smedley Darlington Butler, conjure up the poetry of Wilfred Owen and in direct antithesis the caricature of McCain and all that is wrong in this world.
McCain stands on bunker hill in turkey recruiting terrorists who then turn the weaponry on us sometime down the road and inbetween the Rothschilds and CONgress stash the bounty in Cayman.
Dissent by the prolls is fragmented and too easily crushed! On writing i have more sympathy for the devil than a dead marine the response/backlash from my own kind would be to the negative/ unfavourable. Taken in the context that a man protecting his home and community and not killing or being killed in a poppy field in Afghanistan may register but i aint holding my breath.
The BS between Krugman and ' Rosencrantz&Guildenstern ' is the order of the day and putting your neck on the line you find yourself isolated in the middle; either brutalised by the Stasi or worse still stabbed in the back by the great unwashed.
Along the way you meet a few good men with whom you can discuss the futility of it all but we are no closer even with the knowledge of this distinguished post.
Fuck it i'm depressed even moreso.
To directly quote my USMC son... "I do not support the troops."
Any grunt serving outside the borders of the USA will never have my "support". They can have all the sorrow and pity they want, though: they deserve that much. The commanders, politicians and their "conservative" enablers deserve nothing, except maybe a month in Fallujah.
-Aldous Huxley
thanks for the good times Banzai7
Thank you for this WB7.