McNamara

Robert McNamara’s dying in the midst of the gnashing and moaning of the international mourning and grieving for the pedophilic, self-hating, drug-addled popstar was instructive. Hardly anybody was paying attention, and I'd guess that the MJ-zombies would have said, huh, who?

McNamara knew that Vietnam was a murderous folly, but sucked in by the domestic politics, he carried on, his mouth a fount of lies. More than three million Vietnamese died as a result of the American war. 59,000 Americans were killed, and years later some of the ones who made it back are still deeply wounded. These numbers doesn’t include the nearly two million Cambodians slaughtered by the Khmer Rouge, who would have never come to power if not for the US bombing of that nation. True, that bombing was under Nixon’s watch -- the war blossomed under Kennedy and erupted under Johnson after starting under Eisenhower -- but the national security state has always been bipartisan. McNamara was a mass murderer, soaked in blood. That he got away with it, other then some late apologies and second-thoughts, and died at the age of 93 surely means he’s a model for others to come.