Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
J. Robert Oppenheimer, Scientific Director of the Manhattan Project, which created the atomic bomb.
As occurred to John Kerry, it has also caught my attention that this week marked the 70th anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima on August 6, 1945, but, I believe, for very different reasons — should I say an obituary, anniversary of death, sorry, I seem to be lacking the correct term, would it be a memorial or is my memory just gone?
In this present case of chaos, it would not be wise to appeal to that Spanish proverb; and if I try to be funny, I confess, it is out of sheer nervousness. The issue at hand is much too serious, and I do not think that it was any coincidence (pero que las hay, las hay) that Obama gave a speech on the eve of such destructive occasion, the fact that it was on the day before being no more than a disguise to prove the point.
It is not very clear, however, who would in fact be the next casualties to be hit by a future nuclear venture; would some nation be “hoisted by their own petard”? Would it backfire on the officer in charge, in this case a self-righteous Obama?
I must apologize to my Brazilian compatriots, but it just so happens that while our country is agonizing, in deep pain — I know, even from a very low perspective it is all a matter of greed, and a spectacular amount of stolen money — here in the United States the week was marked by Obama’s position, as he defended his diplomatic aspirations with smiles but baring his teeth, and by opposition to Obama, in a (very early) preview where Republicans fought for the last bite of partisanship in the Fox News debate, during which, despite my careful preparation, I unfortunately fell asleep, so nothing to declare. Both events featured the destiny of the world, not merely the final funeral details of a mummified PT party, “sorry, periferia” — Portuguese for “periphery,” a sign off used by an old Brazilian columnist (now it’s safe to use it again, since in the Fox News debate Donald Trump killed and buried the “politically correct;” it’s lost, it’s over, and it felt quite good).
We can now return to the eternal controversy around the attack on Hiroshima. Was it really necessary? Wasn’t the war already over? Of course, nobody can change the past, and no one, I imagine, would like to be living in a world where the United States was the big loser in the Big War, but would it be moral to cause humans such suffering? A suffering that lasts until today, according to the latest research?
Well, in the same bellicose triangulation there were several other humans involved, a few million, which had endured a kind of suffering that I’m not sure it was worse, but it was certainly more conscious, more humiliating, more animalizing.
Such hard memories, not yet conclusive, better leave it alone.
Et voilà, three actors, three legs of the same human bench, which I believe would collapse if one of them was withdrawn suddenly, are again confronted in the same field: nuclear power, the United States, and that eternally annoying Jewish people, now sheltered by the complex insistence, oops, existence of the State of Israel.
Alan has told me that to understand the United States I needed to understand what was going on in the United States back in the 1950s, soon after their victory in World War II, so I took a double dose of old movies, in which spoiled youngsters and a bunch of millionaires and well-dressed people were vacationing in Hawaii, a Hawaii that could no longer exist provided the war’s outcome had been different. As you know, Pearl Harbor was just around the corner.
Everything seemed quite good, people enjoying life, and from the outside, that was what we could understand. But behind all that there was a whole generation that had been marked by a terrible war, where millions had perished, less than ten years before. They were trying their best after having survived, if you know what I mean, therefore the solution was to enjoy the best that life had to offer: Go surfing, get romantic, spend a lot of money.
Between then and now, so many factors entered this old equation that even ten years of chronicling wouldn’t suffice to discuss it properly. The fact is, under the “protective” hat of a nuclear arsenal many agreed to never use, life got complicated, always monitored by a great power conjured through… amazingly, a Nazi German’s legacy that few may realize remains active day after day, which not even a million atomic bombs would be able to destroy: the political propaganda.
A jump in time and here we are, in front of the TV for a long (and supposedly comprehensive) Barack Obama’s speech in defense of his nuclear agreement with Iran that I barely have time to watch, after all, it’s morning, I need to work. But still, from the corner of my eye, I see his incomprehensible smile while designing a framework that aims to be convincing, in which, without any real-life logic to justify it, he defines the current workings of our most life-threatening hassles as a bipolar choice between war and his signed deal, the two paths, said he, being “all options on the table.”
Should one understand that Mr. Obama, by pure miracle (and as we’ve seen a little while ago, out of pure history opportunism), got his deal the last minute before Iran decided to “threaten American troops in Iraq with Shiite militias, threaten Israel with rocket attacks by Hezbollah”? But, hey, this has been going on for years, it’s nothing new. And this whole rhetoric about the deal being the only option to war is just that: a well-crafted rhetoric. I may not be in favor of war, but of course I’m in favor of secure diplomatic agreements, and here we must make a pit stop in order to reflect.
Even the most important characters in the Vienna theater seem to ignore crucial data of this agreement Obama insists on selling as “highly confidential,” so confidential that not even the President himself must have read it, then who else? On the other side of the table, occult and ubiquitous as a voodoo spirit about to take control, hovered the deep thought of the Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei, published this week in a book that nobody’s going to read, which describes in detail his clever strategy to destroy Israel without anyone noticing, especially the United States, its biggest “ally,” I know, I know, the sentence is confused on purpose, okay?
I even lost the urge to tell you that joke I told a Brazilian friend the other day, according to which, Iran’s commitment to destroy the Islamic State as a favor to the United States (and to all of us, for that matter, being IS the most recently detected metastatic cancer of mankind) appeared at the bottom, written in that very small print no one can read, as in insurance companies’ agreements, that’s right, when it rains, it pours. In the case in hand (ouch!), as I have said, but it never hurts to emphasize, even the senior co-opted officials seem oblivious to the details of the deal, that remain mostly secret, no need to mention those tricky little letters.
The brilliant Obama presentation of his highest aspiration to eternity was, let’s face it, a low blow to the spirit of humanity. Just a few months away from his last hooray, everything he seems to be thinking about is that he needs to find a way, it does not matter which, nor the price to pay, to materialize his “Nobel Peace,” a kind of condemnation that was granted to him in the early days of his first term, lacking basis in real-life logic as well, thus justifying all at once his overall “prophecies” for a terminal world.
One minute to the commercial break. I’m done.