There are generally two categories of "war" casualties" "released" by the "media."
Dead, and "wounded."
In general, as far as I can tell, the "typical" "Homeland" (née
der Vaterland) "targets" of the "media" generally "count" only the dead as TRUE "statistical "casualties," and thus, TRAGIC.
The number of "wounded" is generally higher than the "dead."
And they (the dead) are dead, gone.
They suffer no more, at least not on this earth.
A dead hero is far more honored, more "advertised" and NOTICED than a "wounded" "casualty."
A dead hero is (coincidentally?) also far less of a deficit ledgered on the corporate war financiers' sacred "bottom line."
In fact, the speculative investment wagered by corporate war financiers may actually yield returns on insurance policies, if those policies speculative "value" have not already been realized through "trading" in hypothecated commerial paper on the appropriate market.
The real "casualties," are as pictured as above.
Their "casualtiship" is marginalized because "death" is considered to be a far more grievous "injury" than that pictured above.
What tangible, enduring "injury" is death to the dead?
Caskets neatly covered with flags, (also
verbotten to be shown by the "media") and acres of neatly constructed crosses in a well landscaped "show" cemetary are far easier on the eyes of a public who are "persuaded" by "media" (Ministry of Truth?) to hardly even perceive through any actual tangible FEELING that there is even a "war" (much less two "wars") being waged.
The pictures above, of "living" "domestic" casualty, are not quite so easy on the eyes.
Pictured there is a very harsh, cold, clear, and unaduterated
aesthetic, in contradistinction to a softened, manipulated "esthetic"
representation of the heroics of, and honor of, a very subtle form of "suicide" by "war."
But since such a cold and harshly lucid aesthetic might tend to penetrate the "I have grown comfortably numb" effect of publically disributed prophylactic "media" induced anesthetic "pain killers," it would be more than likely considered "poor taste" to arrange an artistically rendered montage (pricking at actual conscientious moral
sentiment), of such living casualties of the ritual of mass human sacrifice, (failures, in fact, of this dark ritual), in contradistinction to the Norman Rockwell-like
sentimental photo-op images of a widow embracing the sterilized cross of the dead hero buried in a well manicured and quite antiseptic "setting."
Quote:
Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, Come on, Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a FEVER My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
I have become comfortably numb.
O.K.
Just a little pin prick.
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
but I have become comfortably numb.
Roger Waters
Pink Floyd
That cuts two ways.
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MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!(click on the blue)
Perhaps they might seek and find "remedy" through "due process" "at" "law"
HERE.
After leaping through the appropriately associated "legal" hoops, of course.
