Oh No, Not My Baby

Could the culture of entitlement and helicopter parenting put an end to war?

From the Guardian’s Jerusalem blogger Seth Freedman:

A bus stop in Ashkelon became the stage for an extraordinary pantomime over the weekend as a stand-off erupted between a group of female soldiers, their parents, and their IDF commanders. Citing the army’s apparent lack of concern for their safety, the rookie soldiers refused to return to their base in Zikim, near Gaza, which was targeted in a recent Kassam attack by Palestinian militants.

The soldiers, who have only been in the army for two weeks, decided that their superiors had not done enough in terms of fortifying the base after the carnage last month. With the backing of their parents they decided to defy orders and stage a mini-demonstration protesting their plight. Appeals by army top brass to return to base and air their grievances through the proper channels were met with outright refusal by the soldiers, forcing their commanders to threaten to jail them all unless they complied with their instructions.

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For the average 18-year-old enlistee into the IDF’s ranks, there is an almost seamless transition from the final year of senior school to the first day spent in the confines of an army barracks. After a childhood spent in the (relatively) warm bosom of parents and teachers in their local community, the shock to the system of life in the army is understandably often met with resistance by the soldiers.

Throw into the mix one plutzing Jewish mother for every fresh-faced young rookie, and it is easy to see how the whole commander-soldier system can break down when parents are so willing to get involved to defend their offspring to the hilt. In a country where almost every parent sends their child off to war to defend their homeland, familial intervention in army affairs is often treated with almost reverential restraint by commanders – but only up to a point, as the Zikim soldiers found out.

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If every mother in countries that’re prosecuting wars of aggression did this there’d be a sudden outbreak of peace – although of course in many countries it would merit an armed response. It is after all, strictly speaking, a mutiny.

But would conscripts shoot their own mothers? Some might, probably more than we mothers would like to think, but imagine the worldwide furore. Matrcide is a universal no no.

Because so well developed is the American sense of entitlement, scenes like this one in Israel, where all able-bodied young are conscripted, might be a foretaste of what could happen if a US draft were instituted.

So let’s call one now. Can you imagine the reaction if these parents’ precious darlings were drafted?

Even their children level the charge at the baby boomers: that members of history’s most indulged generation are setting new records when it comes to indulging their kids. The indictment gathered force during the roaring ’90s. A Time/CNN poll finds that 80% of people think kids today are more spoiled than kids of 10 or 15 years ago, and two-thirds of parents admit that their kids are spoiled. In New York City it’s the Bat Mitzvah where ‘N Sync was the band; in Houston it’s a catered $20,000 pink-themed party for 50 seven-year-old girls who all wore mink coats, like their moms. In Morton Grove, Ill., it’s grade school teachers handing out candy and yo-yos on Fridays to kids who actually managed to obey the rules that week. Go to the mall or a concert or a restaurant and you can find them in the wild, the kids who have never been told no, whose sense of power and entitlement leaves onlookers breathless, the sand-kicking, foot-stomping, arm-twisting, wheedling, whining despots whose parents presumably deserve the company of the monsters they, after all, created.

A whole army of Private Benjamins. I love it when a plan comes together.

With a universal draft of overindulged teens I could indulge my schadenfreude at the little horrors getting their comeuppance in boot camp whilst at the same time relishing the total unpreparedness of the military machine for a confrontation with a shrieking horde of lawyered-up, indulgent boomer parents.

Perhaps raising children to be self-centered and mollycoddled, and then drafting them, has the potential to end war as we know it. Neato.

Arbeid Macht Freiheit

Corrupt Bush crony corporation Mercenaries R Us Blackwater International and their head honcho Erik Prince are in the Senate spotlight at the moment and the media is finally catching up with what bloggers have been saying about them since the invasion – not that bloggers’ll get any credit.

But you only had to look at their bloody logo to see what they are, as Gaylord Sundheim graphically points out at Inhuman Interest:

Brownshirts, 21st Century-style

I can tell you this:: I’m not even a liberal, and Blackwater is about as fucking sketchy as sketchy can be.

And someone working there knows their fascist symbolism, guaran-damn-tee you. See below:

Can you guess which logo is Blackwater’s? *

For an extra jolt of distinctly teutonic imagery such as Himmler might have admired, check out the Wayback Machine’s file on Blackwater associate company Greystone Ltd. Their original brochure is a treat, too.

Oh, and Erik Prince, the far-right Christian billionaire behind the whole Blackwater/Greystone deal has been associated with the Bush family for years in some way.

I’m sure Dubya’s granddaddy Prescott would approve.

How very coincidental that Erik Prince is also closely associated with the far-right supporting Freiheit Foundation:

While Prince’s family has contributed greatly to religious right groups, Prince’s foundation has primarily funded conservative Catholic or evangelical organizations that do not have clear ties to the religious right. A major exception is the Freiheit Foundation’s $500,000 grant to ex-Watergate felon Chuck Colson’s Prison Fellowship, an evangelical ministry operating within the United States’ prison system and receiving financial backing from a variety of religious right funders.

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Prince has also provided $195,000 to the Institute for World Politics, a graduate school in Washington DC offering training in “statecraft” by examining diplomacy, military strategy, the formation of opinion, and other such topics taught by former government officials from the Department of Defense, Central Intelligence Agency, and other such agencies as well as private institutions such as the American Enterprise Institute. Like the American Enterprise Institute, the Institute for World Politics promotes a foreign policy in line with that of the Bush administration—a policy that has functioned to help Blackwater earn government contracts and to increase Prince’s own fortune.

*It’s the bear claw. Of course it could just represent Prince’s big love of doughnuts…

OOPS NEARLY FORGOT:

Blackwater have just been awarded the contract for US domestic drug enforcement. Be afraid.

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Ahh, the weekend. Even though I’m mostly at home all the time as I am in want of at least one kidney and preferably two (the live donor for which I must find myself) I still like weekends.

This weekend the weather’s good and I can sit in the garden and read. Lovely. It’ll be a quiet one too, as it’s a week before most people’s payday and no-one’s going anywhere or doing anything; the stores have yet to ramp up for Hallowe’en, Thanksgiving, Ede/Suikerfeest or Christmas depending on cultural affiliation and the end-of-month bills have yet to hit the doormat. For the moment all is quiet and gezellig – a Dutch concept that’s very hard to describe in English.

It’s an amalgam of style, cosiness, warmth, comfort and ease, a pleasure in small things and the domestic; you know how sometimes as the evenings draw in you’ll see a lighted living room window and all is warm and safe within, everyone occupied, everyone content? That’s gezellig, though my description really can’t do it justice.

A weekend like this is the perfect time to sit down, survey, take stock of life and plan next year’s spring bulbs. Well, I say spring and I say plan but who knows what the weather’ll be? It could be very, very bad indeed, if Cheney has his way and America nukes Iran. To many it’s a done deal and we’re merely marking time.

Rupert Cornwell , describing in the Independent the odd, pregnant hush that’s fallen over political America:

These are strange times here, our equivalent of when the dogs and birds supposedly fall silent in the moments before an earthquake. Not that America’s political animals have fallen silent. The candidates to succeed Bush criss-cross Iowa and New Hampshire where the first primaries are less than four months off, holding forth on every imaginable subject. But somehow what they say matters little. Whoever wins, his or her presidency has already largely been shaped by the desperately unpopular lame duck who perforce will remain in charge of US foreign policy until January 20 2009 – and worse may well be to come.

Having entrusted the verdict on his presidency to historians generations in the future, Bush now sounds almost contemptuous of the opinions of his contemporaries. Confident that, like his role model Harry Truman, he will be vindicated 50 years hence, he openly admits that his successor (or should it be successors?) will have to find a way out of the mess left by his disastrous adventure in Iraq.

Iraq, however, may only be the start of it. The real question, the one that, spoken or unspoken, dominates every foreign policy discussion here, is another. Will Bush, now that the Iraq folly has handed Iran a massive strategic victory without lifting a finger, go double or quits by launching a military attack against Tehran?

As if we didn’t have enough looming threats, like the economy and the environment – “..and the Red Death held sway over all…” – we could all be plunged into a third world war at any moment on the whim of a stupid, vicious iblowhard who’s descending into psychosis, aided and abetted by his VP.

That pregnant hush Cornwell describes is real, although, as he says, there’s plenty of chatter. But we surely all know that however important the latest governmental or constitutional outrage we’re avidly discussing is now, it could become an utter irrelevance overnight should Bush order a nuclear first strike on Iran. Will he? Won’t he? Your guess is as good as mine.

There may be a small industry in predictinion but in the end Bush alone has the decision. That he’s demonstrably mentally unbalanced and deteriorating fast is obvious, even to the layperson.

Because should this madman push the button it wouldn’t just be one strike. It would escalate. The very expression ‘first strike’ implies there will be a second, and a third… when you start to think about a nuclear attack on Iran as a real possibility (and in the hands of a megalomanical madman it’s as real a possibibility as any other) a kind of stunned panic sets in.

But this weekend I’m going to take pleasure in small things and try not to think about it. Bloody hell, we got through the seventies and eighties’ threat of mutually assured destruction all right, didn’t we? We’ll get through this too.( How we do it is another matter entirely.)

But like I said, I’m not thinking about it any more this weekend. A mixture of flame orange Darwin tulips and violet hyacinths sounds good for the windowboxes…

In uncertain times gezelligheid is a very precious thing. So let’s all slow down a bit, step back and enjoy this autumnal peace and quiet while we can. It may not last.