The other day, someone wrote somthing about Billy Beck that could just as easily apply to me and others.
I am constantly both amused and dismayed by those who regularly
ridicule government, then take some supposed ‘long view’ of history to
justify war, which is merely the ace card of government’s stranglehold
I have never really understood why he trusts government to go to
war, over against those who distrust our government–as much as does he.
I’ve never spent any real time explaining this. I’ve always just said, essentially, that it’s necessary to "kill the bad guys." That’s an imperative, and it happens that the state is the only current practical way of accomplishing such a task. There are all sorts of imperatives in my life, should I desire to live a human life, and many of those imperatives involve dealing with a government that I do not believe has any moral right to exist.
Anyway, Billy went and broad-stroked the whole thing and I encourage you to read it all. Here are some choice excerpts:
At root, there is a crucial difference between the bloody fools running this war and the mindless dipshits who stand against war — any war, in general principle — with their strictly amoral
demands for peace and no regard at all for the prospect that there
really is a right and wrong which must sometimes be resolved by main
force. And there should be no mistake that that difference is where
this thing fundamentally turns. […] …a great deal of opposition to this military episode is founded in the
outrage on the left borne of the simple fact that the White House is
not occupied by someone commie enough to suit the tastes of
creatures like Katrina vanden Heuvel and Michael Moore. Anyone who
thinks that these people are really screaming about the war is deluded.
The matter of the state security apparat is fundamentally separate from the imperative to kill the bad guys.
Read that again, and understand the thirst for blood. I’m talking
rationally applied savagery here, kids, and I don’t apologize for it:
the thing to do is to summarily destroy those who have set out to
destroy us, with all the world-original American aptitude for
going to the extremity of the thing. Nobody who cannot or will not
grasp this imperative is fit for the discussion, because they’re simply
not coming to terms with reality, and I don’t attempt to discuss
anything with insane people. There’s just no percentage in it.
You bet: every time I hear of a dead fourteenth-century throwback, shot
down in the streets of some shitty little pest-hole where actual and actualizing human beings would not live beyond the length of a desperation that would drive them out to something better, I cheer. "Fuck ’em." That’s my motto on the thing. If they would attend their primitive dirt-scratching in peace, then my attitude would be exactly opposite — as it is
the opposite in the individual cases of people who are not interested
to blow me to pieces in order to get their ticket punched into Paradise.
Nothing would thrill me more than to see George W. Bush and his whole
cohort headed across the Fourteenth Street Bridge and out of Washington
D.C. with their shit strapped to the roofs of mini-vans like a bunch of
political hillbillies, as long as — and this is crucial — it would be
the last time such a mess would have to be handled in such a way.
Nobody gets to question my anarcho-cred. I’m as heavy as anyone in the world, and way heavier than most.
But don’t mistake this: just because I hate this government, it doesn’t mean that I am not interested in the war.
They are two categorically distinct concepts, and anyone interested to
address the matter would do well to handle them competently.
Good, then. I hope it’s now clear. No Contradiction.