Meditations On US Forces Firing A Howitzer Into The Empty Desert "Just To Say We're Here"
"U.S. forces firing a 155-millimetre howitzer twice a week into the surrounding desert, at no specific target, 'just to say we’re here,' one officer told me."
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"U.S. forces firing a 155-millimetre howitzer twice a week into the surrounding desert, at no specific target, 'just to say we’re here,' one officer told me."
caitlinjohnstone.substack.com/p/meditations-…
I saw a line in a recent New Yorker article about America's endless wars, and it's been been rattling around in my head ever since: 
Tell me that's not the sexiest line you have ever read in your entire life. The poetical beauty! The ennui! The oh-so-relatable existential ache! Oh God, I need a cigarette.
And isn't it such a wonderfully concrete, in-your-face iteration of the meaningless struggle so many of us are going through in this decaying fustercluck of end-stage metastatic global capitalism?
If you think about it, aren't we all in our own way firing a 155-millimetre howitzer twice a week into the surrounding desert at no specific target “just to say we’re here”?
We are such silly, confused little ape mutants.
We could have paradise on earth; there's not one single valid reason why we cannot.
This world is so silly. So beautifully, insanely, bittersweet cup of extinction noodles silly.
We hurdle on a spinning rock we do not understand, through a universe we do not understand, made of particles we do not understand, and we behold one another in a field of consciousness we do not understand, and we shrug.
God I love us. I love us so much.
I really hope we make it.
I really hope we make it.
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