I had the pleasure of meeting a man who has been a captain, a captain of a boat in the south seas and a helicopter pilot in Southeast Asia in the conflict that has often been known as The Helicopter War. He is more than ten years older than I and offered to help me with my small pack, which I was having a hard time stowing. Too proud by half, I extracted the can of Spam that was holding up the stowage and said, “This is the offending party, Sir—I’m weak, but too proud to be outwitted by a can of meat, as well as bullied.”
“No offense. But I see you on sticks and with one eye…”
And this lesser geezer talked to that old hand for a good 10 hours. He made many friends among U.S. Army and Marine aviators, who he is currently visiting, in Vietnam when he served as an Australian Navy Pilot and Liason. Andy Perry, has assured me that some of his war stories are in a book titled Too Bold To Die, for which he was interviewed. I will write my recollections of his reflections in another article. I have noted him here, because his view of life as a captain of his own boat and of a government flying machine, as well as piloting for private companies, jives with everything that every military man has told me about modern military service—that the officers who do not go into combat, which is most of them, are far less concerned with “winning” the war they are in, than they are with hamstringing the warriors under their command. Soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines and such are fine, as long as they are as obedient as a whipped dog. But men who are warriors at heart, from top to bottom, are treated as full-time traitors to the system they serve.
Major Wolf, who was a major and acting colonel in the U.S. Army Rangers, told me that “colonel and up are political officers—management.”
Soldiers in recent wars have told me how they were not permitted to go after the enemy but instead shuttled women around who worked for government agencies so that they might insult allied patriarch warlords, or guarded opium supplies. A man currently in service has confided in me that in his elite tactical unit he cannot find a single sparring partner for unarmed or knife training, and that close range killer instinct is all but extinct among his fellows, that they are “just distance killers.” That phrase is key to this inquiry.
Distance.
Andy was among a small group of Australians who were “patched-in” to serve with U.S. forces. He told tales of how he and his men were harassed by a rear echelon colonel and tapped for unconventional services by a special forces combat colonel. Many acts that got things done were against the rules. Then, after a year of being in actual combat, he and his mates returned to the stay behind fellows in their naval aviation units. These combat veterans were “shunned,” “spat upon,” told that the experiences they claimed to have had were lies. None of the valuable combat lessons they learned were applied to training. They were drummed out of the service one at a time for being warriors.
This reminded me of the fate of successful Roman generals, who were hated by their masters. It also reminded me of what law officers have told me about the political controls that prevented them from protecting anybody. As well, the combat arts world in which actual fighters, men who have fought, let’s say with a stick, knife, bat, fists, are shunned and excluded by instructors and entire systems of “combat” for the very fact that they are combat experienced.
I had packed these notions of distance from reality being favored by our systems of delusion perpetuation away in the back of this dinged wrong think sink of a brain.
Then, with the perspective of distance, putting on my shaded distance glasses in the Dive Bar, I enjoyed quite a good NFL game, Chargers verses Broncos. An historic event occurred in which an interference with a fair catch of a punt, resulted in the choice of kicking a field goal from that deep distance, a kick that succeeded for the first time since 1976!
The ancient arena was a distraction for the mob, as well as a meditation on death in close combat which was the foundation of Roman social success imposed on some 39 nations.
Likewise Football is a mimic of American industrial might and management. It is not just a distraction for the idiot mob. Football is a genius construct, a veritable Enchidna, a titanic subtextual monster at one with the system. The NFL was supported by military ads when it turned on its rural fans in 2020, 21, 22, losing its base advertising, even serving as poling places for the 2022 vote that focused on urban over rural concerns.
Yes, there is much social conditioning built into the advertising, the rules changes, the carefully scripted off-screen management of commentator dialogue. There are now 8 opinion/editorial talking heads on every NFL telecast, all reading from scripts handed down from management! This is huge, a tripling of same time editorializing of the actions in the past generation. The constant audio management of the viewer is, from a social perspective, HUGE.
The benefits of conditioning Americans to see everything from an “us verses them” my team against their team, taking the focus off of the fan farmers who point the rival herds of animals at each other like politicians, is obvious. Yet, this false duality construct is better than politics, as the controlling hand is more artfully kept from view. The real “us versus them” construct, in the minds of free people, would be fans against team owners. But the team owners increase their troves by farming our herd instincts through the use of avatars. This suppresses our pack instincts, as the pack instincts that made man what he once was, are acted out and satiated on the false field.
After speaking with Andy and reflecting on the Roman Arena, I saw the use of football in a nation whose business is starting wars that it does not wish to be won, in a deeper light.
The obvious fact that NFL quarterbacks are natural captains leaps from every game. These are high functioning American-style captains, men whose actions are directed by audio commands and wrist-mounted doctrine options by genius level managers in the high boxes, who make the actual decisions. A captain acts in crisis according to a code in free situations [frontier/piracy/etc.] and according to his orders, in military and football settings. For every man on the field there are 10 on the sidelines and in the command posts, very much like WWII American warfare. [0] Quarterbacks and defensive and special teams captains are the kind of men that would have been the centurians of Rome, who were once the actual captains of ships that peopled the world, the captains of frontier stations, the men who rose through the ranks in all-in wars that once mattered to become generals that won battles and conquered nations. NFL quarterbacks are all college graduates. They’re specialty is winning in close perilous situations, and of obeying and amplifying their genius masters pulling their mental strings from unseen vantages.
Winning is winning. A brilliant masculine mind, who has been assigned a map of the battle, who is appraised of values of the combatants, and is educated in the rules of the conflict that must not be breached less his master’s goals concerning the post-war peace advantages that are the goal of the contest, is the best man for that task. If, Earth was attacked by aliens, the existing combat officers would best be replaced by NFL quarterbacks, advised by the sergeants. The higher officers, everybody in management up to the Joint Chiefs, would be replaced by coordinators, coaches, scouts, managers, owners taken from the NFL—if, the goal was to win.
If you want to win, you tap winners for the task, not the task specialists, who should assist the winners. America fights its wars, since 1946, in such a way that would be like boxing bouts decided by the cut men battling it out while the prizefighters gambled on the outcome.
But, the goal is not to win.
Winners are instinctively drummed out of every civilized military establishment as soon as the system they serve is no longer subject to a terminal threat. [1]
Since the time Andy Perry flew to the rescue of American warriors in an alien land, over 50 years ago, it paramount that the Seattle Seahawks win their game today, with players valued at the cost of tanks and planes. But USG war fightes have been denied the taste of victory, and the people they supposedly represent care more about what goes down on the human chessboard called a gridiron then in any of the wars fought by “their” nation between 1946 and 2024? [2]
The aliens are here, above us, the enemies of all mankind, who use our very best winners to play games rather than lead an escape from the prison farm where they harvest our bodies and souls for their unsavory feast.
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Notes
-0. WWII remains in book shelves as 90% of military history in American stores. 6% is civil war, 4% the other 10,000 years. This is evidence of a deep, frozen retardation of current American curiosity and perspective.
-1. Victor Davis Hansen’s Hero Generals is a good study of this, as well as my parallel project The Son of God, posting at:
-2. As football has overtaken baseball in popularity, American public attention to USG wars has declined along an opposite arc. In the age of Baseball, before 1946, Americans cared about the wars its soldiers and sailors fought. There is a corresponding, perhaps corollary reflection of this in the incline of aviation warfare alongside the decline of public attention to war.
