“Though the pride of the godless person reaches to the heavens, and his head touches the clouds, he will perish forever, like his own dung; those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’” Job 20: 6-7.
I am not a pacifist, but I do believe that old men in all ages have been spendthrifts when it comes to the blood and bones of men younger than they. A pacifist says that nothing is worth a fight. Safe in their infirmities, these crafty old men can discover a casus belli in just about anything. Thus I am suitably sickened when I watch the movie Gallipoli.
But I must say that I would be sicker still if that movie showed young women going “over the top” to be slaughtered by those Turkish guns. And yet, that they should have done so is now the law of our very far from lovely land. As you have no doubt seen, a Texas judge has ruled that young women must now register for the draft. Assuming the ruling is not overturned, this means that our Constitution demands that we slaughter our young women with a profligacy equal to the profligacy with which we have slaughtered our young men.
I have two sons and a daughter. I would demand that crafty old chickenhawks demonstrate an extremely good reason before I would send my sons “over the top.” There is no craft by which those chickenhawks could persuade me to send my daughter. Or that should be yield my daughter, since this ruling states that American principals entitle those crafty old chickenhawks to demand my daughter’s blood and bones.
This is a monstrosity against which I would send her brothers to fight.
And yet I am told that this monstrosity has been gestating in the heart of the American ethos from the very beginning, and that a good American can only deplore that it did not come to term earlier, so that gender equality could have been observed on the field at Gettysburg, or the beaches of Normandy, or the banks of the Little Bighorn.
If I am sickened by the movie Gallipoli, it now appears that it should be because the battle was sexist.
If this is entailed in the ethos of our nation, then our nation deserves to perish and go the way of its own dung. And then in no time at all, less foolhardy nations will say, “where are they?”