OPERATION HUMAN SHIELD

All across the country yesterday, letterboxes made a small sound as a slip of paper fell through the letterbox. Opened, it gave some of our citizens the news that we all dread. The Call-Up.

On February 15th, Britain is moving its soldiers to war.

You won�t see this reported in the press. You won�t hear about it anywhere - except maybe on foreign internet sites. It�s Tony Blair�s Big Secret. Because the day after the western world is meant to celebrate love and affection, it bombs the crap out of a small country full of darkies with unpronouncable names.

Aren�t we big and clever? We LOVE capitalism.

Anyway, in one respect it�s about time. For years this country has been carrying an army that - if only human nature were able to ditch fear and paranoia like the outdated concepts they undoubtedly are - we could dissolve in favour of doing something radical, like feeding and clothing the poor and housing the homeless.

Still, I have no qualms about it. It�s about time our soldiers did something for that money apart from re-enacting Full Metal Jacket and blowing up inflatable tanks in Wales. They�re hired killers : they know that. It�s what they�re trained to do. So don�t get cowardly on us. Go and kill brown people : that�s what you�re trained to do. And if you can�t integrate into society when you come back, don�t go and make bad Hollywood movies about it. Write crap books about SAS operations and earn money on book tours. If you come back alive.

The old good soldier is a dead one. I don�t care which regime they support or which ideology. Without soldiers there�d be no armies. And you can�t fight a war without an army. No soldiers = no wars. Yes, there�s nuclear weapons and all that, but if nobody wanted to fight, they�d be nobody to launch them.

I have no sympathy for the war dead. They signed up for that. Going to war is a risk of the job : like being made redundant or suffering stress. I have no sympathy for Simon Weston either with his blowtorch face. Nobody was conscripted in the Falklands War. Die For Oil, Sucker. Patrioitism is the last refuge of the stunted.

But conscription? Fuck that. They�ll have to kill me first. Enslave me to murder for oil so George Bush can drive his enviro-hostile 4x4 and kill the ecosystem? I�d rather die than give you control.

Especially when all I�m worth to them is a pittance on social security. If you want me to die for this country, this country got to keep me alive long enough to find a job first. All the country sees its subjects as is meat to be thrown at problems in foreign countries when it can�t bully the nations to get it�s oil.

Tony and George want a war. Whoever flew the planes into the two fingers of the Trade Towers was making a statement. And so are George And Tony : but all they believe in is oil and the right to bully smaller countries.

And here�s my statement. They�ll have to shoot me blindfold on my knees as a conscientious objector before I die to feed the gas-guzzling needs of Essex Housewives in their pathetic �Off-Road� 4x4�s. Better for me to die on my knees than as a volunteer to prop up a regime that not even the majority of voting Americans support. Time for Regime change.

Viva La Revolution!

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