Opened up the wifi connect window at a major coffee chain today. The day’s marquee news article was this one from July 5th, published in the ever durable Economist. It details the failures of the Arab people. What it really comes down to, the wise western rag says, is that the Arabs are really just a rubbish people. Religion, that’s no excuse.
I loved this sentence–– not so much for it’s actual implications–– but for its consistency with my ideas about the July 4th drone stunt:
Military support—the supply of drones and of a small number of special forces—may help keep the jihadists in Iraq at bay. That help may have to be on permanent call.
So the drone exits its pupation phase, metamorphosed into a sentry of freedom and democracy both at home and abroad. Drones are here to help, and they are here to stay.
Makes me wonder about a term to describe a process that’s the opposite of “metastasize”…like, benastasize?
I’m flailing here.
ECONOMIST: The tragedy of the Arabs
A drone flown through July 4th fireworks.
Theatrics of war inverted, a stunt that signposts our passage through the looking glass, beyond which lies the soft & fuzzy era of drone friendliness.
Impressions of war always arrived emblematically on our western screens. The dreary access to gruesome imagery pushed us toward panic, once or twice. Ish.
We might’ve agitated for sweeping changes. Some regime shuffling was hinted at but ultimately nothing came of it.
Now the screen’s been flown through emblems of war, and boy are they pretty. Shock, awe, hearts, minds––all in one fell battery-operated swoop.
Drone friendlies ascending, so beginning our slumber tucked sweetly under the siren serenade of global war’s symphony.
Summer night’s breeze, LED’s twinkling high overhead, dark sky widens of all the humming. Floating first violins of death, surveillance, and free internet.
We’d be lost without our GPS, someone says in the distance.
Let’s grab a beer at the revolution, bro.