This is one of those posts you hope you never have to write because it requires more thought than the people who inspire it deserve. Just to be clear about this, and fair, also, too, the libertarian anti-war movement is worse off than the liberal anti-war faction, probably more vitriolic, and definitely more anti-war than me.
I think a lot of the anti anti-war sentiment is, in spite of 41’s best efforts with “Desert Storm” a hangover from the Viet Nam War syndrome. That war left domestic politics in a hell of a mess. It shaped patterns of thinking that many, including some elder Senators who shall remain namelessly and grudgingly admired, still carry with them today. Ain’t that right John?
There has been, and will continue to be in my own generation, a desire to do or be something greater than what our father’s generation was perceived to have been and done, and they hated their father’s politics just as much then when they were young as the hate their children’s politics now that they are old, because frankly, those other generations are standing in the way of our rightful inheritance to be the best and the brightest generation. ( Let me tell you people, the f’kers couldn’t even dance.) But that is an underlying fundamental about my generation. We were the generation born to change the world, and as per Mr. Ramone, ( and you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that, and how wickedly pleasant it is to finally do so, but, YA, I digress,) lost the car keys.
What is obviously overlooked is that there wasn’t a thing we could do about Russia invading the Crimea, except wave our arms and yell at the sky. So the war hawks did so, and continue to do so, because if you can’t fly you should look like you’re trying to. The thing we should not overlook, because they do, is that most of their efforts to prove that America is as powerful as they think it is, end in disaster, because it isn’t the situation that demands war, but their own perceptions of what a great nation would do in those particular situations. They prefer the appearance of power to the exercise thereof.
They are still angry, I think about the failure to intervene in Syria, which time has shown would have resulted in an Islamic Republic on the border of Israel, which to my way of thinking is not a positive result, for either Israel or the United States, and when an off-handed remark opened the door to peace and John Kerry stuck his foot in the jamb the howling began about the anti-war left. Should have shouted out about Liberia too, folks, now that was a war for liberals if you ever conjured one. So by dumb luck and Russian udachi, there was no shock and awe in Damascus.
This seems to be inducing a serious level of frustration in those who wish to become great men before they die, if only the mirage of a few years in the 1960s would disappear from their ramparts of their castles in the sand. They see no necessity for peace, and hence have no conception of the necessity of wars. Because sometimes wars are necessary. As such these are people to be pitied, not despised. For they see the necessity of nothing but their own opinions.