War Pigs

On my way to the library I happened to catch the lyrics of the old Black Sabbath song War Pigs, where Ozzy starts out comparing gathering generals to witches at black masses, plotting death and destruction to mankind. I thought about the inevitable troop surge in Afghanistan, and generals I've seen on TV (and real life, too ... don't forget about this incident). And I wonder about them. They're paper-pushers, mostly. And probably really good politicians. They probably don't think they're really bad people. But are they?

Surely they must know that 9-11 was an inside job. Attacking Afghanistan had nothing to do with catching Osama bin Laden and everything to do with geo-political standing, oil pipelines and the heroin trade. So what are we doing sending more troops into the quagmire? What are we doing sending unmanned drones to rain terror and death on hundreds of innocent civilians? In the old days, at least, generals fought with their men on the battlefields. Now we don't even send human beings to kill the innocent, we send remote-controlled airplanes.

As I listened to the song, I must say it reinforced my growing belief we are coming closer and closer to that Hour when God calls and the war pigs come crawling, begging mercy for their sins, and "Satan laughing spreads his wings."

We need to get out of Afghanistan, the sooner the better.