By David Glenn Cox
The reviews and Nielson’s are in on the Great Dictator’s military parade. And in the military parlance, it was a dud. The reasons seem varied across many spectrums. Firstly, there had been a lot of press about possible protests and fencing going up discouraging the possible audience from attending. Secondly, the US Army with their chocolate chip camo uniforms look smart and all. But were all wrong for a TV spectacle.
I only watched snippets of the show, being unwilling to allow my viewing to aid in the Great Dictator’s ratings for his militarist party. We have no tradition of military parades in this country. The British have a wonderful tradition of military parades. Trooping the colours, with brightly colored red uniforms with beautiful horses and precision movements backed with hundreds of years of history behind them. Their field gun competition with horses and athletics is fantastic, reminiscent of the days before WW1.
That is British history, not American history. This country is rockets’ red glare and bombs bursting in air. We want our satisfaction immediately! When a baseball player hits a home run in this country, we want fireworks and not a military display. Quick, fast and immediate! There was a static display of military hardware on the mall. It reminded me of when I was ten years old and saw a display of military hardware at the State Fair of Texas. I was in heaven with cannons and tanks and machine guns, everything a ten-year-old boy would appreciate.
You tube is loaded and overloaded with military documentaries about famous tanks and famous airplanes. But I doubt seriously, if the ladies club ever gathers to watch. So, the parade had a limited market appeal. The Marines have sharp uniforms, and their silent drill team is pretty neat. But still, hard to fill up a whole afternoon.
There is another reason and probably the most important reason of all. Besides the dull uniforms, dull static displays, dull speeches and dull ceremonies. I don’t think even free beer could have saved this turkey. The Great Dictator and his lackeys had forgotten, and it was the most important detail. Most of the countries with military parades with tanks in the street and airplanes flying overhead are dictatorships, where attendance is mandatory. Countries where if you know what’s good for you, you had better attend. Countries where they shut down the factories and force you to attend. Their military parades and speeches are just as dull and boring as ours are.
Stalin gave a speech before the Communist Party Congress. Across the back wall of the room was lined with NKVD agents. When Premier Stalin had finished his speech, the delegates leaped to their feet in thunderous applause. The best five-year plan speech ever given! Received with cheers and wild thunderous acclimation which went on for five, ten, twenty, thirty minutes.
The delegates were becoming red faced. Their hands grew sore from applauding and began using their forearms and stomping their feet. No one in the room wanted to be the first to stop applauding. The older delegates began to weaken and pounded books on their desks, anything to not be the first to stop. Because those who stopped applauding first, were promptly arrested. And that’s why the Great Dictator’s parade was a dud, Charlie Brown.
The same parade given in North Korea or China, or the old Soviet Union would have been a tremendous success. In the old Soviet Union, where elections were a choice between two identical candidates. They offered sweets and alcohol after citizens had voted. See, I wasn’t too far out of bounds with my free beer idea. After all, it was supposed to be a celebration and a birthday party! With a dower Trump and his worst lady by the hour. Looking on bored to tears themselves from the reviewing stand. 86 proof Pete Hegseth would have approved my free beer idea. (I’m sure of it!)
It looked like one of those boss’s birthday parties. You know the type, where the employees are all extorted to kick in twenty bucks to buy the big boss a birthday gift. Then rewarded with a piece of sheet cake, soft drinks and a ten-minute ceremony. Then, a big insincere thank you from the boss. “Just what I always wanted!” Now, get back to work!
Meanwhile, the wet dream of all conservative wet dreams had come true. The Israelis were bombing the snot out of Iran. Intent on stopping Iran’s forty-year drive towards building an atomic bomb. Big News Everybody! Stop the presses! The Iranians have cancelled the next round of nuclear negotiations with the US. Gee, I wonder why? The Israelis did it! We didn’t do it! Our hands are clean!
Phony fake news was leaked detailing how the Israelis had wanted to take out the Supreme leader of Iran, with a targeted assassination strike . But the Great Dictator who is well known for his soft head, er ah, I mean soft heart had said no! Causing a divergence of opinion with Israel. Sure, The Great Dictator is also a great humanitarian. Like Al Capone used to say, “I’d hate it so much, if anything bad ever happened to my adversaries.” I asked my dad when I was a kid once. “Why didn’t they drop the atomic bomb on Tokyo? He explained, “who would sign the peace treaty? A traffic cop from Yokohama?”
The Great Dictator would be so very upset if something bad had happened to the Ayatollah. So, he waved his mighty hand and decreed “No! I shall spare his life!” (Nobel Committee take note!) But remember, this was all the Israelis doing and not ours. You believe that don’t you? When the Iranians retaliated, the US was right there Johnny on the spot helping to shoot down Iranian missiles. But we weren’t involved in this at all.
From the desk of Joseph Goebbels; The Iranians were planning to develop this nuclear weapon and give it to the Houthis. Excuse me, I’ll stop laughing in a minute or two. So, Iran was developing this nuclear weapon at the cost of billions and billions of dollars and tremendous world-wide hostility. Just to give it away? Why sure! That makes perfect sense to me. No one would ever figure out where the Houthis got an atomic bomb from.
Just another justification for an unjust military action. Another preemptive war. Another war to stop someone from doing whatever we think they were going to do, or might do someday. The Great Dictator advises all unnecessary personnel to leave the Middle East, but we had nothing to do with it. Chances are the Great Dictator was advised by cooler heads that a targeted assassination of a head of state. Legitimizes targeted assassinations of other heads of state. The Great Dictator having survived one assassination attempt, probably didn’t care to tempt fate again.
“If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.” – Joseph Goebbels
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