Nearly six years into the war on terror–which is being fought by less than 30% of the military and less than one-half of 1% of the nation–and the stark irony of America in modern war has emerged. Our professional warriors who take the most risk believe the nation must commit to a long-term fight that includes Iraq in some form. Overall support for the endeavor wanes with distance.This divergence isn’t new. Those who have battled the enemy up close have always been more heavily invested in the cause. What’s different is that in past wars, the nation was tied to its soldiers and had a familial barometer. Today most Americans have never met a Gold Star family, let alone shaken the hand of a fallen soldier. The military community is increasingly insulated even as the burden of global war swells. Within it there are those who drift in and out of the fight according to orders. But there is also a group that is distinctive–those who join the military to hunt the enemy for a living, and for the rest of us. Doug Zembiec was such a man.
Last month 76% of Republicans expressed confidence in the military to give an “accurate picture of the war,” while only 36% of Democrats did.
This divide is not new. Major West would probably not appreciate me pointing this out, but our two major political parties quit even bothering to pretend that politics ends at the water’s edge a long time ago. Collectivism, Cultural Marxism, Transnational Progressivism, Post-Modernism, Environmentalism are welcomed much more warmly in one party than in the other. The same can be said for Patriotism, Constitutionalism, Federalism and Capitalism. One party has many members who believe that OUR country is a force for good in the world, and is worth defending, and honors our defenders. One party has many members who believe that OUR country is the focus of evil in the modern world, that we deserve it when OUR cities are attacked and OUR countrymen are killed, and support our troops when they shoot their officers. The partisans of both parties find it increasingly difficult to abide the other. Respect, comity, and plain old common decency is getting mighty scarce.
Well you can’t beat ’em up, that’s the wrong thing to do
You can’t live with ’em and you just can’t shoot ’em
Libs, I’m talking ’bout libs.
With apologies to the Forrester Sisters.
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