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No “Just War.” Just War.

I went up to a panelist at New Orleans Poetry Festival to ask her for a book Plan/K about the golden age of piracy was still in print and explain my worldview is equal parts Pynchons Gravity’s Rainbow and David Graeber. That cascaded from Pynchon into wondering how much of the world of  1984 was Orwell overlaying authoritarianism on top of the carefully rationed grey bureaucracy of World War II and post-war Britain.

And Graeber led me to this thought: in all the horror of this world, no nation state can claim to be the good guys. We are tempted to cheer Iran’s bitch slaps to Western imperialism, but consider what life is like in that country. Ask yourself how a nation so conceived as to subdue “merciless Indian savages” and to accommodate slavery can’t ever think itself the good guys.

In a bloody contests between an intolerant Islam which has forssken tasamuh in opposition to colonial Israel, Likud Israel gleefully embracing Judaism’s genocidal roots and the West’s unchristian, fascist Aryan Jesus there is no just war. There is just war and all its bloody rubble.



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About Me

Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis,  What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).

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