Peter Brian Hegseth
By Nick Moss
All Members shall refrain in their international relations from the threat or use of force against the territorial integrity or political independence of any state, or in any other manner inconsistent with the Purposes of the United Nations. – ARTICLE 2.4, UNITED NATIONS CHARTER
Sovereignty wizens,
Coprolith relic of another age,
As all the lights in Caracas go out
And the formation flight of F-18, F-22, F-35s and B-1 bombers
Howls like Fenrir overhead.
At Chevron and ExxonMobil
They’ve got the Plenitude Brut
Well-chilled against the Houston heat,
As stocks hit an all-time high,
Cheering and clapping
For Donrovian crude.
Top of the world, Pa
And a condor’s wings cast shadows
Across the Americas,
From the gates of Fort Benning,
Thick-dark as Orinoco crude
Or the blood of dead nuns
In Ojo de Agua.
I’m afraid of Americans
What’s Republican for Reich?
Maybe we’ll nuke Colombia next, why should we pay their fuckin cartels?
When we can send Purdue in We’re going to make sure it’s run properly We’re going to have our very large United States drug companies, the biggest anywhere in the world, with more customers, go in, spend billions of dollars, fix the badly broken infrastructure, the coke infrastructure, and start making money for the country…our country. We’ll produce pure fishscale. The best money can buy. I’ll appoint Don Jr as national purity tester…..
Sin sol, sin luz, solo oscuridad…
We should cease to talk about vague and unreal objectives such as human rights, the raising of the living standards, and democratization. The day is not far off when we are going to have to deal in straight power concepts. The less we are then hampered by idealistic slogans, the better.” – George F Kennan, “PPS No. 23”. Memo by George Kennan, en.wikisource.org. February 28, 1948.
Fascist consiglieri,
With rapist eyes and whisky breath;
Princeston drunk sad tatt crusaders,
David Duke clones and Breitbart trash,
Dream clammy dreams of new frontiers,
Rare earth wealth under Kvanefjeld ice.
The Inuits are just a bonus
For men who freeze-frame wank over “Soldier Blue”.
‘Alaska we bought from the Russians,
We cleared the Aleut in ’42.’
I’m afraid I can’t help it
Each smash and grab Blackhawk choreography
A nighttime powerplay shock and awe ballet,
But history is both ebb and flow
’Til one side strikes a final, fatal, freezing blow;
The choppers flying at full moon with Absolute Resolve
Fled panicked from Mogadishu, Saigon and Kabul,
For every Operation Just Cause
A Bay of Pigs; dead CIA pilots in the sea
Absolute Disarray…
I’m afraid of Americans
then we shall seek
to build
create
a new society
from the shambles
of this decadent – llena de podredumbre – assassin of pueblos
BABYLON…ameriKKKa!
– From ‘CANCION DE LA BAHIA – raulrsalinas – (in ‘UN TRIP THROUGH THE MIND JAIL’, p134, ARTE PUBLICO PRESS 1999
“I’m Afraid of Americans”- David Bowie, from Earthling (1997)
