I lived this pain while my son served in Afghanistan. He, thankfully, came home. I still grieve with mothers everywhere when their children arrive in coffins.
Pete Hegseth is the poster monster for race, gender and ideology based hires - what happens when merit no longer matters and diversity and inclusion are scorned.
He belongs back at Fox, an ugly, soulless, dumb war cheerleader who can barely read what’s in the script.
Even brilliant humorists who parody the self-unaware banality of Hegseth’s evil can’t capture this embodiment of where white “Christian” nationalism will continue to bring us if MAGA is not defeated.
fuck you Pete Hegseth, you vainglorious, oleaginous, war-drunk propagandist, and the horse you rode in on.
I have no problem cursing so yeah. This essay today is my heart: the knock on the door. The son, father, mother, husband, brother, sister, uncle, favorite aunt, the one not coming home. For what? Let us count the whats:
Mo money for oil conglomerates
Munitions manufacturer's stocks up
Peter Hegseth got on TV (Hi! Mom!)
That's it. That's what this war is for. Something about Israel and revenge, I suppose could be put on the list but I don't care about Israel. Not any more.
But those that do come home from battle, what of them? The ones who spend years in their room. The lost limbs. The f'd up lives. Those who never leave a hospital, who never walk again, who pee into a bag attached to their body, whose minds cannot get right, who lost their lust for life, their love for anyone, their will to go on. The suicides.
War is personal even when it is thousands of miles away because we are women and we would never send our kids to war, not a war that meant nothing: no honor, no glory, no freedom, no end.
I wish we could send your thoughts, feelings, comments in this newsletter directly to Pete Hegseth & force him to read it.
I am reminded of Clockwork Orange when the bad guy was forced to watch violent, sick images without being able to close his eyes. Would something like that cure all the rotten people that surround Dumptruck (you-know-who)?
Hegseth and his fellow travellers are, shamefully, also using Iranian dead to sanctify their choice. With the same family and generational trauma, multiplied many times over. The sins and guilt and shame of the Iranian regime aside.
I lived this pain while my son served in Afghanistan. He, thankfully, came home. I still grieve with mothers everywhere when their children arrive in coffins.
Pete Hegseth is the poster monster for race, gender and ideology based hires - what happens when merit no longer matters and diversity and inclusion are scorned.
He belongs back at Fox, an ugly, soulless, dumb war cheerleader who can barely read what’s in the script.
Even brilliant humorists who parody the self-unaware banality of Hegseth’s evil can’t capture this embodiment of where white “Christian” nationalism will continue to bring us if MAGA is not defeated.
Smug and sanctimonious does not speak for me, nor does it serve me
“…or they will have died in vain” shows Hegseth doesn’t understand the sunk cost fallacy, nor its military equivalent
“Don’t reinforce failure”
THIS:
fuck you Pete Hegseth, you vainglorious, oleaginous, war-drunk propagandist, and the horse you rode in on.
I have no problem cursing so yeah. This essay today is my heart: the knock on the door. The son, father, mother, husband, brother, sister, uncle, favorite aunt, the one not coming home. For what? Let us count the whats:
Mo money for oil conglomerates
Munitions manufacturer's stocks up
Peter Hegseth got on TV (Hi! Mom!)
That's it. That's what this war is for. Something about Israel and revenge, I suppose could be put on the list but I don't care about Israel. Not any more.
But those that do come home from battle, what of them? The ones who spend years in their room. The lost limbs. The f'd up lives. Those who never leave a hospital, who never walk again, who pee into a bag attached to their body, whose minds cannot get right, who lost their lust for life, their love for anyone, their will to go on. The suicides.
War is personal even when it is thousands of miles away because we are women and we would never send our kids to war, not a war that meant nothing: no honor, no glory, no freedom, no end.
Yours is one of the most powerful antiwar statements I’ve read since Vietnam. THIS!!
This is heartbreaking❤️💔❤️
I wish we could send your thoughts, feelings, comments in this newsletter directly to Pete Hegseth & force him to read it.
I am reminded of Clockwork Orange when the bad guy was forced to watch violent, sick images without being able to close his eyes. Would something like that cure all the rotten people that surround Dumptruck (you-know-who)?
Hegseth and his fellow travellers are, shamefully, also using Iranian dead to sanctify their choice. With the same family and generational trauma, multiplied many times over. The sins and guilt and shame of the Iranian regime aside.
To Pete Kegsbreath: you, sir, are no Lloyd Austin. Fuck you and your simpy little self.