Quote:Here in North Carolina, dog-fighting is illegal but widespread. In a newspaper story about six months ago, an undercover reporter watched as two dog handlers set their dogs (these dogs are often stolen) against each other. The audience cheered as one dog tore the other dog to pieces
Kara -- You've found an image which sums up my feeling about the "winners". The owner of the surviving dog thinks of himself as a winner and doesn't see that playing a game which forces two dogs to fight to the death not only destroys at least one dog but also destroys the owners' humanity and that of their community. A no-win/no-win ending.
I'm afraid I see the self-proclaimed "winners" in this "war" as much the same. Whether the language is cool or hot, impassioned or rational, the supporters of the war who talk about our country as a winner live in an increasingly uncivilized and dehumanized world similar to that of the dogfighters, a sub-world into which they would evidently like to pull the rest of us.
Karl Rove is described in a review in the latest NYRB as a relentless competitor, overrunning all others no matter what the cost (including his wife), a master of dirty tricks, and -- this was the most interesting to me -- a man of unbridled and generalized anger. When he and his boss get together -- and his boss is also a man of unbridled anger -- watch out! He is the author of what some are calling "foreign policy by snit" -- resentful, always on the lookout for someone to "pay back." The followers instantly pick up on this game and excoriate the UN, France and Germany: anyone who doesn't agree with us must be evil, must be taught a lesson, paid back. We know -- and we're going to have to face once again in the run-up to the next election -- that this group is dangerous and relentless and that (as evidenced in their policies and their followers) without moral grounding -- in fact
scornful of that sissy stuff.
Official, weapons-grade nastiness seeps through the rhetoric in many of the posts supporting the war -- a kind of Whatsa Matta Wit You attitude in which (much like Hitler) there's a great deal of sentimentality about human life when needed but very little understanding or compassion. As with Hitler, there's the inevitable racial component. Armchair warriors glow with the excitement. The dog fight, snarl by snarl, bite by bite, is lovingly rehashed. "Our dog," blood still visible on the hair along his jaw, is a hero. His superior force is ennobled; the dying dog is weak and silly.
Never occurs to them, once they have the winning dog, that the "win" is the final, awful step in a wholly unconscionable undertaking.