McNamara’s Evil Lives On
Like Thompson used to say about Nixon in response to “speak no ill of the dead” – “I kicked him when he was up, I’ll kick him when he is down.”
Hate is something I try to stay away from, but I never liked McNamara. When I think of the word douche I think McNamara. I didn’t even like him when I was a young kid and kinda liked American militarism. It just always seemed like Harvard made his brain stop working. And then he turned evil. He thought bombing would make him a hero. He thought it would bring him true fame. It did.
He bombed in 1966. 20 years after a serious debate on whether it was a war crime had started. He knew what he was doing. Unlike those at Nuremburg, he had no excuses. He was Harvard educated.
Why not speak ill of the dead?
Robert McNamara, who died this week, was a complex man–charming even, in a blustery way, and someone I found quite thoughtful when I interviewed him. In the third act of his life he was often an advocate for enlightened positions on world poverty and the dangers of the nuclear arms race. But whatever his better nature, it was the stark evil he perpetrated as secretary of defense that must indelibly frame our memory of him.
To not speak out fully because of respect for the deceased would be to mock the memory of the millions of innocent people McNamara caused to be maimed and killed in a war that he later freely admitted never made any sense. Much has been made of the fact that he recanted his support for the war, but that came 20 years after the holocaust he visited upon Vietnam was over.
the original post (not a long one).
Rot in Hell, You Fucking Piece of Shit. Two Million Vietnamese Want To Thank You.
…originally posted the minute the Motherfucker died. I don’t care. I won’t be remembering the date.