All the Donald’s “Crimes”

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What follows is a list of some of the Donald’s sex crimes. I understand there were many, many more. In fact I would be surprised if there were not many, many more.

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When still in boarding school, some sixty years ago, on the rare occasions when the cadets were allowed to bring their girlfriends, he always came up with very good-looking, even stunning, ones. Moreover, he liked to show them off; plain girls never had a chance with him. What a crime, what a crime.

When the elder Trump ordered steak in a fancy restaurant, everyone else, his son’s girlfriend, Ivana Zelnickova included, was supposed to order steak too. Would you believe it, Donald defended his father’s conduct! What a crime, what a crime.

When the Donald hired a woman to lead a construction team, his father expressed his amazement. And you know what, the Donald defended him, saying that, at 84 years of age, he may have been too old to understand what he had done!! Not one crime here, but two.

He admired his mother and considered her an “ideal” woman. What a crime, what a crime.

At some time during the 1990s; the Donald may have asked some young female visitors at Lago del Mar to change into swimming suits. They did. What a crime, what a crime.

He once took one of the girls to the swimming pool and told those present that she was stunning. What a crime, what a crime.

He took the same girl on a “whirlwind” courtship tour, including helicopters, high class hotels, and what not. Poor girl, she was intimidated by it all. He should have taken her to a Macdonald. Or simply ignored her, dating some billionaire’s daughter instead. What a crime, what a crime.

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As the boss of the Ms. World Pageant, he used to divide the girls into those whose appearance he liked and those whom he did not. Considering that the girls had entered the contest specifically in order to be evaluated by their looks, what a crime, what a crime.

Appearing on TV, Donald once said that some female executives he had hired worked so hard that he wondered whether they had something to prove. What a crime, what a crime.

Allegedly he once told a 21-year old female model that many in the industry would consider her too old. What a crime, what a crime.

Quite some women have claimed that the Donald had kissed them on the lips. Believe it or not, he did so without asking for a twenty-page, notarized, stamped and registered, written permission from them first! What a crime, what a crime.

He was once recorded as saying that, if you are a star, women will allow you to do anything to them. As if we had not known all along.

This is mid-2020, shortly before the Presidential elections. A woman named Amy Doris has stepped forward, claiming he had kissed her on the mouth back in 1993. What a heroine, what a heroine.  

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So far, none of the numerous terrible things the Donald has allegedly done to women got him into serious trouble. Partly no doubt because there was no evidence, and partly because it was simply bull. If anything, to the contrary; in 2016, he actually had more white women vote for him than for Hilary.

As another Presidential election is coming up, I congratulate him. Not in spite of the things he has allegedly done to women, but because he does not allow himself to be intimidated.

His name was Szymon Perskiy

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His name was Szymon Perskiy, and he was born on 2 August 1923 in Wiszniew, Poland (today, Vishnyeva, Belarus) to a well to do Jewish family. When he was nine his farther left for what was then Mandatory Palestine; the rest of the family followed two years later. Young Simon Peres, as he came to be known, started his political career in 1941 when he was elected to various youth movement and kibbutz posts associated with the largest Jewish Party, Mapai (Labor) Party. Always more of an administrator and politician than a soldier, he attracted the attention of Israel’s leader, David Ben Gurion. Sufficiently so for the latter to appoint him Secretary of the Navy in 1948. Never mind that the entire navy consisted of a handful of rickety boats bought second hand in order to smuggle in Holocaust refugee and later perhaps equipped with a gun or two. Never mind that, at the time, the nascent State of Israel was engaged in its life-and death struggle for independence. And never mind that Peres himself was just twenty-five years old.

This is hardly the place to describe his subsequent career in any detail. From 1952 to 1965 he ran the ministry of defense, first as its director-general and then as deputy minister of defense. In this capacity he was deeply involved both in the 1956 Suez Campaign and in the construction if Israel’s nuclear reactor. In 1974 he became minister of defense under Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin, a post he held until 1977. From 1984 to 1986 he was prime minister. Later he served as foreign minister, deputy prime minister, and minister of finance. Later still he went on to become prime minister again (1995-96) as well as President of Israel (2007-14); but that is not part of the story I want to tell you today.

What I do want to do is focus on the year 1993 when he was serving as foreign minister. In September he and Rabin, who in 1991 had been elected prime minister for the second time, signed the Oslo Agreements with PLO leader Yasser Arafat. They promised, or seemed to promise, peace between Israel and the Palestinians. Whatever may have happened later, rarely did any treaty give rise to such high hopes all over the world. His reward, which he shared with Rabin and President Clinton, was a Nobel Peace prize

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Peace, Peres went on to argue, would be followed by prosperity. An entire region would move from underdevelopment towards freedom, health, education and plenty. Throughout his career, Peres had come under attack for being visionary. Time after time he had advocated and undertaken grandiose projects that seemed way beyond tiny Israel’s capabilities. Time after time he left his critics confounded.

He died in 2016 after more than seventy years spent mainly in politics. By that time he had almost every honor a human being can receive bestowed on him. True, not everyone liked him. Especially within Israel, where too many people saw him as dove always ready to make one concession after another. Not every part of his vision came true; in particular, the Oslo Agreements have not yet fulfilled the promise he and many others saw in them. But now, with one Arab country after another either signing a peace agreement with Israel or preparing to do so, it is time to remember him.

May his visionary ideas, including some kind of just peace with the Palestinians, prevail.

How I Became a Historian

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I am seventy-four years old. Going on seventy-five. Time to look back—especially for me, a historian not only by profession but by vocation too. A vocation that got under way when I was ten and, as my more or less steady flow of books I’ve written since shows, has never abated. Today, not having a better idea coming into my mind, I want to tell you how I became a historian, how and what I saw in it.

I was born in the Netherlands in 1946, meaning that my native language was Dutch. To this day I tend to speak all languages with a Dutch accent. Except that, seventy years having passed since our parents took my two younger brothers and me to Israel, my Dutch, though pretty fluent, is not exactly accent-free either. I grew up in Ramat Gan, then a leafy suburb of Tel Aviv. We live in an apartment house with three stories. Downstairs on the ground floor there was a large room that served all the residents—just four families, ourselves included—for storing their discarded belongings. And what belongings they were! I distinctly remember odd pieces of old-fashioned furniture, broken-down electric lamps, framed pictures, various utensils, curtains, porcelain, cutlery, heaps of old newspapers, and God knows what else. To get at many of them, one had to climb over some items and crawl into the nooks and crannies that separated them. Which, of course, added to the attraction.

One day a sack appeared in the room. I remember its exact location: on the left, near the door. I opened it and was surprised to find a few dozen books. All of them, in Dutch. Most were meant for adults and I did not find them interesting. I can only recall two titles. One was a historical novel about the first South African War (1881), written for juveniles from the point of view of the brave Boers who had defeated the wicked British at the Battle of Majuba Hill. Still dressed in red coats, the Brits, at that time. The other and, to me, much more important one, was called Wereldgeschiedenis in een Nootedop (World-History in a Nutshell). It was a book of general—meaning, at that time, almost exclusively European—history designed for children my age.

The book opened with King Menes of Egypt who reigned so long ago that it was almost unimaginable. And yet, as the author explained, if you took fifty hundred-year old people and linked them hand to hand they would reach back as far as him. The text mentioned World War I which in good Dutch fashion was presented as a tragedy for European civilization. But not Hitler and National Socialism. Hence it must have been published between 1924 and 1933, which was when my parents, who were born in 1918 and 1920 respectively, went to school. Most attractive of all, each chapter ended with a black silhouette that illustrated one of the themes just discussed. Among them, if I am not mistaken, was the legend of the monk Berthold Schwarz inventing gunpowder and being blown up for his pains.

I remember, or think I can remember, the chapter on Henry VIII who had no fewer than six wives. Also the one on Louis XIV who was so conceited he had an entire claque to laugh at his jokes. I also remember, or think I can remember, the last chapter. Its subject was twentieth-century technical progress. The acme of that progress was represented by a picture of a streamlined electric train of the kind that, in the nineteen twenties, was starting to replace the old steam-driven ones.

The story that impressed me most, though, was the one about the wars fought by the Greeks against the Persians in 490-480 B.C. Here was a people, small but brave. Their freedom was threatened by this great foreign king who, however, was so foolish that he had the Hellespont whipped for destroying a bridge he had built over it. They fought against much stronger enemies, made the supreme sacrifice at Thermopylae—I remember reading the famous verse about Leonidas and his 300 Spartans—and ended up victorious. They fired my imagination with their heroism; next, they went on to build all those magnificent temples with the beautiful capitals. In the evenings, helping my parents do the dishes, I used to lecture them about what I had read. Almost then and there I decided I would become a historian. As to what historians actually did, it took me years to find out. In a way, I am still finding out more with every passing day.

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My interest in history was an open secret. For my Bar Mitzvah, which was celebrated in 1959, my parents presented me, in addition to a tennis racket, with a Hebrew edition of Caldwell and Merrill’s Popular History of the World. It was a big, green volume and I received it on the evening before the actual ceremony of reading from the Torah. By the next morning I had already finished half of it, with the result that, arriving at the synagogue, I could hardly keep my eyes open. This time the chapter that impressed me most was the one on the early years of World War II. It was called “The Mighty Offensive of the Axis Powers.” Looking back, it probably formed the real beginning of my interest in military history.

My family was not orthodox by any means. But my mother had vague feelings of guilt that my brothers and I might not be learning as much about our Jewish heritage as we ought to. To correct this problem I, my brother, and our downstairs neighbor were sent to a rabbi who gave us private lessons in Judaism. About the only thing I can remember was his telling us that, as part of the events commemorated in the festival of Purim, the wicked Persian Queen Vashti used to strip Jewish girls naked, whip them, and make them work on the Shabbat. Referring back to the book of Esther, I claimed that the story had no basis in the Bible, causing our studies with him to come to an abrupt end. As I learnt much later, incidentally, our teacher was right. Such a tradition does indeed exist. Though where the rabbis took it from God knows; apparently some of them are not as pure as they claim to be.

It was probably my mother’s concern, too, which accounts for the fact that, along with Caldwell and Merrill, I was given an equally big volume on Jewish history. It had been authored by a well-known historian, Simon Dubnow (1860-1941). Its title, in Hebrew, was A History of the Eternal People. I took one look at it and put it aside. For one thing, it was older and was printed in an unattractive, out of date, font. More important, we young Israelis had our fill of the Eternal People, a phrase we had often heard and detested with all our hearts.

To the extent that we studied Jewish history at all, it seemed to consist of little but an endless list of rabbis. Until the emancipation—which we knew was supposed to be something great and wonderful, though only half-understood, thing, they lived in ghettoes. There they spent their time writing incomprehensible books about incomprehensible topics and trying to escape frequent pogroms. What, for example, was one to make of a ninth-or tenth century “genius” (in the Rabbinic tradition, almost anyone with a beard is a “genius”) named Sa’adia who, living in Mesopotamia, had the bright idea of compiling a dictionary of rhyming words so as to help poets in their works?

Our teachers, drawing on what one can only call anti-Semitic stereotypes, imbued us with the idea that Diaspora Jews were despicable and cowardly types. Now they tried to please the gentiles, now they ran from them. Having failed to do either, when the Holocaust came they went “like cattle to the slaughter,” as the saying went. We actually had to memorize and sing a song that compared them to “calves.” No wonder we looked down on them and did not want anything to do with them. So bad was the teaching that, reading about the “Aryan” part of Warsaw, I had no idea what “Aryan” meant. To me it had something to do with lions, given that one of the Hebrew terms for that animal is “ari.”

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I tried it, and I saw

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Here in Israel, and by no means only here in Israel, the debate is raging. Gender-integrated kindergartens, schools and universities versus segregated ones.  Integrated beaches versus segregated ones. Integrated versus segregated hotel floors (here and there, entire hotels). And airline seats. And railway compartments. And buses. And taxis.  And, among the orthodox, pavements. Briefly, integrated versus segregated everything.

In Israel as in most other Western countries, for decades from about 1930 on the trend ran in favor of integration. One after another, bastions of male exclusivity came crashing down. At work. In transportation, in leisure facilities, in sports. Everywhere. As they did so, the few remaining ones became almost synonymous with backwardness. How dare any organization refuse to admit women? Now, as if to show that history does indeed follow Hegel’s scheme of thesis/anti-thesis, increasingly things seem to be going the opposite direction. So-called equality, or equity, or integrationist, feminists, beware. The wind is shifting. 

Why? Here is. Some years ago I had a female student named Osnat Ibrahim. About twenty-six years old at the time, she was an Arab-Israeli (or Israeli-Arab: in the present context it does not matter). She lived with her parents in Abu Gosh, an Arab village about a mile down the road. Since Mevasseret, where I live, lies between Abu Gosh and the University, and since at the time it was still relatively safe to do so, I suggested giving her a lift back home. For me it meant a slight detour. For her, cutting the journey from an hour or more to, say, twenty minutes.

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So I asked Osnat why she, an Arab-Israeli from Abu Gosh, had ever got such a Jewish name. Simple, she answered. My father is a heavy-equipment operator. At one time he worked for a Kibbutz where he made friends with a local woman. She treated him very nicely, as by serving him drinks and the like. So when his daughter was born he named her, Osnat.

By the time I offered her a lift for the first time Osnat and I had already known each other for a few months. As I prepared to enter the car, I asked her to take the seat next to mine. What could be more natural? She, however, refused, saying that she would only sit in the back. Slightly offended, I asked her whether she really though I might try anything. Of course not, she answered: that is not the point. The point is that this is how we Arabs are brought up. It is better this way. Separation will make both of us feel more comfortable. You, because you won’t have to worry about being accused of “sexual harassment;” I, because I can feel safe and free. Try it, and you’ll see.

I tried it, and I saw.

Then I Shall Change My Mind (Expanded)

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It’s now two decades since I, in my capacity as a military historian, began working on a book dealing with women. As I told a friend of mine—unfortunately she is long deceased—about my decision, she smiled and said that it was high time.

As you my readers, may well imagine, over the years I have often been asked what it would take to make me change my reactionary, archaic, patriarchal, male-chauvinist, and well-nigh criminal views on women and feminism. To wit, first, that basically very little has changed in the relationship between the sexes; and second, that almost the whole of modern feminism, both practical and theoretical, is an illusion at best and pure nonsense at worst. Need I add that the two questions are linked?

Being the hopeless egghead I am, I have always considered the matter intriguing. So here goes.

Anatomy and Physiology

If and when women grow as strong and robust, physically, as men, then I shall change my mind.

If and when men, accepting the vulnerability involved, start squatting to pee as women do, the then I shall change my mind.

If and when women stop growing breasts (or using every conceivable means to enhance them when nature does not do its part), then I shall change my mind.

If and when women start speaking in tenor, baritone or bass voices, then I shall change my mind.

Psychology and Behavior

If and when women stop vacillating and decide whether they want to be more like men—in which case no man will want to come close to them—or different from them, then I shall change my mind.

If and when most women give up their desire to have children, then I shall change my mind.

If and when any number of women stop reading “romantic” literature but study the dry-as-dust works of Spinoza instead, then I shall change my mind.

If and when men (other than gays and those freaks, trans-genders) start putting on female dress, walking like women, and mincing like women, then I shall change my mind.

If and when women stop trying to get rid of their body hair, then I shall change my mind.

If and when women stop undergoing the vast majority of surgical procedures to enhance their looks, then I shall change my mind.

If and when women no longer buy the vast majority of cosmetics and “accessories” of every kind, then I shall change my mind.

If and when women get rid of penis envy and stop desiring whatever men have (including, according to one German self-declared feminist philosopher, “potency”) then I shall change my mind.

If and when more women than men die in industrial accidents and while engaged on emergency and rescue operations, then I shall change my mind.

If and when more men than women start attending church, then I shall change my mind.

If and when women stop visiting doctors and ask for medical treatment far more often than men do, then I shall change my mind.

Ditto, in reference to psychologists, psychiatrists, and similar professionals.

If and when women stop lamenting the sad fate men have inflicted on them, then I shall change my mind.

Sex and Mating

If and when most women stop looking for men who can provide for them and protect and defend them, then I shall change my mind.

If and when powerful women become as attractive to men as powerful men are to women, then I shall change my mind.

If and when as many women as men express their readiness to have sex with strangers, then I shall change my mind.

If and when any number of female brothels succeed in staying open for any period of time, then I shall change my mind.

If and when women start earning kudos for having had numerous sexual encounters with men, then I shall change my mind.

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If and when a great number of women, turning into “cougars,” start marrying younger men and staying with them for long, then I shall change my mind.

If and when fewer women than men start initiating divorce proceedings, then I shall change my mind.

Literary Talent

If and when female writers start exploring the essence of womanhood as we as male ones such as Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides, Aristophanes, and Shakespeare did, then I shall change my mind.

Work and Career

If and when Plato’s maxim that, though no profession or field is the sole province of either men or women, on the average in every profession or field men do better than women, then I shall change my mind.

If and when the number of male nurses exceeds that of female ones, then I shall change my mind.

Ditto, concerning male kindergarten and elementary school teachers.

If and when female professions (meaning, such as are exercised mainly by women) are held in higher regard and become better paid than male ones, then I shall change my mind.

If and when as many women as men work in hard, dirty, and dangerous jobs, such as repairing cars, or forestry, or mining, or diving, or even garbage-collection, then I shall change my mind.

If and when the list of the fifty, or hundred, people with the highest salaries in America (or any other country) contains more than a few women’s names near the bottom of the list, then I shall change my mind.

If and when women come to form more than a negligible fraction of heads of state and prime ministers (currently they are about 6 percent), then I shall change my mind.

If and when Margaret Mead’s principle that, in any society, what matters is what men do, ceases to apply, then I shall change my mind.

Facing the Law

If and when as many women as men are arrested for the same offenses, then I shall change my mind.

If and when as many women as men, arrested for the same offenses, are refused bail, then I shall change my mind.

If and when as many women as men are indicted for the same offenses, then I shall change my mind.

If and when as many women, indicted for the same offenses as men, are convicted, then I shall change my mind.

If and when women and men, having been convicted for the same offense, get similar sentences then I shall change my mind.

If and when women, having been imprisoned, are treated as harshly as men are, then I shall change my mind.

If and when proportionally as many women as men, having been sentenced, get an early release or parole, then I shall change my mind.

Sports

If and when women start running and swimming as fast, jumping as far and as high, throwing the javelin and the discuss as far, and hitting a tennis ball as hard, as men do, then I shall change my mind.

If and when men and women start boxing against each other in earnest, rather than by way of training or burlesque, then I shall change my mind.

If and when co-ed teams consisting of grown men and women are formed and start playing football or soccer or basketball against each other, then I shall change my mind.

If and when organized bands of male drum majorettes are formed to encourage female team players, then I shall change my mind.

War

If and when as many women are drafted to enlist in the military and fight in war as men are, rather than being permitted to volunteer if they like doing so, then I shall change my mind.

If and when proportionally more women than men are killed while on active military operations, then I shall change my mind.

Famous Last Worlds

Unless and until most of these propositions are no longer true, Porsche Power courtesy of German painter Udo Lindenberger, will prevail.

They are Not Nice

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I may have overlooked a few, but you get the idea. They and any number of others are not what people, myself included, call nice. But better, much better, than being prohibited from using them. The more so because, like ripples in a pond, the prohibitions tend to expand. As, for example, seems to be happening to the word sausage. For fear it may make some sensitive soul think of a penis, it is now well on its way to being prohibited in every- and any context whatsoever. Until, in the end, there will be no room left for any kind of thought at all. Let alone, speech.
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Just Published! Seeing into the Future

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From the introduction:

“The idea of doing this book was born somewhere in mid-2017. Its parent was Homo Deus, the second of three volumes written by my former student, the famous Yuval Noah Harari. As I went along, a single thought kept entering my mind: how can he, as well as many others who have engaged on a similar endeavor, know what the future will bring? How about Ray Kurzweil, Stephen Hawking, H. G. Wells, Jules Verne? And how about Nostradamus, Hildegard of Bingen, the Roman augurs, the Greek Pythia, the Hebrew prophets, the ‘Chaldean’ astrologers? What were their underlying assumptions, what kind of reasoning did they apply, and what methods did they use? The more I thought about these questions, the more difficult they appeared. If I dared tackle them, then this was precisely because I saw them as a terrific challenge.

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Some philosophers and scientists go further still. To them the ability to anticipate the future, meaning something that does not yet exist, and to act accordingly does not belong to us humans alone. Instead they see it as an essential, perhaps the essential, characteristic of that mysterious and hard-to-define phenomenon, “life.” After all, ours is the age of so-called posthumanism. And one key pillar of posthumanism is a renewed emphasis on our evolutionary ancestors and the things we have in common with them; this specifically includes the belief that our brains are nothing more than ‘linearly scaled-up’ versions of primate ones, which in turn are nothing more than “linearly scaled-up” versions of vertebrate ones. And so on and on, all the way back to the “protoplasmal primordial atomic globules” of Gilbert and Sullivan fame. As a result, all sorts of qualities that until recently used to be considered exclusively human are now seen as being shared, at least to some extent, by many other animals as well. So with empathy, so with altruism, so with reason. And so, surprising as it may sound, with morality and what many believe to be morality’s origin, religious feeling. Some vague form of the last-named, the greatest living expert on bonobos has been telling us, can be found among those animals.”

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All This, Just in the Introduction

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Tim Bakken, The Cost of Loyalty: Dishonesty, Hubris, and Failure in the U.S. Military, Kindle ed., 2020.

As some readers may know, I am not altogether unfamiliar with the U.S military. I worked with them for over a decade, visited many bases in many parts of the country, gave countless talks, and—just for the record—was the first civilian who, along with his family, lived on base at Quantico. Even after this kind of cooperation ended in 1993 I kept in touch with them; doing research on and for them and occasionally receiving visitors and/or corresponding with officers and other knowledgeable individuals in the good old USA. Not to mention reading the relevant literature, of course.

Such being the case, when a friend recommended that I read Bakken’s book, which he described as a “blistering” attack on the U.S military, I could not resist the temptation to quickly purchase it and read it. I did not, however, have to go very far before I understood that, in reality, the book is hopeless. The following are some highlights that will explain why I think so.

* It is not true, as Bakken says at the beginning of his book, that the nation worships its military unconditionally. His own sources, most of them snippets downloaded from the Net, show that such is far from being the case.

* Bakken claims that civilian faculty at West Point (where he himself taught law for twenty years) should be given a greater role. He seems to overlook the fact that the primary mission of West Point and the other military academies is not to argue over the finer points of law. It is, rather, to prepare officers for performing what is arguably the most difficult job in the world: namely, lead men (forget about the women, I’ll come to them in a moment) in combat. That is why a case could be made that the faculty should include fewer civilians, not more; men (and women) who have herd bullets whistling by and know what they are talking about.

* He also claims that female cadets at the academies are five times more likely to experience “sexual harassment” than their counterparts in civilian academies and universities are. True or not, the real problem may be a different one: namely that, in and out of those academies, hordes of female soldiers (who, in truth are only half soldiers), joined by Congress and the courts, have made it almost impossible for those military to impose discipline and to function. Each time a male soldier of any rank so much as looks at a female one he risks being accused of “harassing” her; no wonder many of them fear and hate their female colleagues more than they do the enemy.

* “The military’s social and cultural separatism began after World War II,” Bakken says. Yet the fact is that today’s military are much more integrated into civilian society than they were during much of American history (1865-99, 1919-1940). No longer are the bulk of the troops scattered in penny-packets all over the less populated parts of the country. As of 2019, just 6.6 percent of married military personnel were in dual military marriages. The number of soldiers, both enlisted and commissioned, who attend civilian universities and take degrees is the largest in history. Whatever Bakken may say, when Supreme Justice William Rehnquist in Parker v. Levy 417 U.S 733, wrote that the military is “by necessity a specialized society separate form civilian society… [and] has again by necessity, developed laws and traditions of its own during its long history” he was merely echoing much of what that very history has to teach us.

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* Throughout the Korean War,” the author maintains, “neither the Chinese nor the North Koreans even had an air force.” Tell that to the F-86 pilots who encountered Mig-15s, and the other way around! We do not know how many aircraft on each side were shot down in air to air combat. What we do know, though, is that such cases were far from negligible; probably amounting to at least a hundred on the U.N side and several times that on the Communist one.

* In Vietnam, Bakken says, “American technology and its military leaders’ judgment were out matched by North Vietnamese motivation and ingenuity.” Plus, as Bakken does not say, the world’s most powerful anti-aircraft defenses in history until then. Plus a President who, sitting in the White House, insisted on personally selecting many targets and/or putting them out of bounds. Plus media that, starting in 1967, convinced public opinion that what the U.S was doing in Vietnam was a priori criminal and that American soldiers were little better than uniformed murderers.

* The claim that the quality of senior commanders may have been declining from 1945 on is unverified and unverifiable. Certainly today’s leaders are much better educated than their World War II predecessors, few of whom had degrees. Taking Afghanistan as our example, is there really any reason to think that an Eisenhower or a MacArthur would have done better than a Tommy Franks?

* It was President George Bush, Vice President Dick Cheney, Sec/Def Donald Rumsfeld, and their colleagues at the National Security Council, and not “the generals” who, though there was absolutely no evidence, insisted that Iraq possessed weapons of mass destruction. It was they and not “the generals,” Rolf Ekéus (head of the UN Monitoring, Verification and Inspections Commission in Iraq) told me, who did everything short of subjecting him to actual torture in an effort to show those weapons really existed. It was they and not “the generals” who insisted that just 150,000 men on the ground, not four times as many as at least one general suggested, were needed if the job on the ground was to be done. It was they, and not “the generals” who predicted that the Iraqi people would welcome the American “liberators.” It was Bush, not “the generals,” who pushed Americans to go on shopping and vacationing at Disney World even as he was ordering the troops into Iraq. And it was Congress, not “the generals,” which gave him the authority and the money to do so.

* Finally, following some political scientists, Bakken defines an armed conflict as one that results in “one thousand dead yearly.” The definition is faulty, not to say outrageous. First, it callously ignores losses on the Iraqi side, which by some estimates may have amounted to as many as 30-100,000 dead. Second, it is deliberately designed to exclude the one post-1945 war the U.S military has clearly and unequivocally won, thus invalidating the author’s thesis.

All this, just in the introduction.

Good Soldier Švejk

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My wife was going to have an operation. Having her hip replaced, in case you want to know. Since she is 72 years old, Insurance in its infinite wisdom demanded that she undergo a geriatric examination first. Why, she was never told.

Hopeless bookworm that I am, I was reminded of the episode in Good Soldier Švejk where the hero is examined to see whether he was fit for military service in the KuK (Kaiserliche und Koenigliche) Army during World War I. I quote.

[When] Švejk entered the room here his mental state was to be examined, and observing a picture of the Austrian monarch hanging on the wall, [he] cried out:

“Long live our Emperor Franz Joseph I, gentlemen.”

The case was as clear as daylight. Švejk’s spontaneous declaration disposed of a whole range of questions and there only remained a few very important questions which were needed so that from Švejk’s answers the initial opinion of him could be confirmed according to the system of the psychiatrists Dr. Kallerson, Dr. Heveroch and the Englishman, Weiking.

“Is radium heavier than lead?”

“Please, Sir, I haven’t weighed it,” said Švejk with his sweet smile.”

“Do you believe in the end of the world?”

“I’d have to see that end first,” Švejk answered nonchalantly. “But certainly I shan’t see it tomorrow.”

“Would you know how to calculate the diameter of the globe?”

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The medical experts exchanged knowing looks, but nevertheless one of them asked this further question:

“You don’t know the maximum depth of the Pacific Ocean?”

“No please, Sir,” was the answer. “But I think it must be definitely deeper than the Vlatva below the rock of Vyšehrad.”

The chairman of the commission asked briefly: “Is that enough?” But nonetheless another member of the commission requested the following question:

“How much is 12,897 times 13863?”

“729,” answered Švejk without batting an eyelid.

“I think that that will do” said the chairman of the commission. “You can take [him] back to where he came from.”

“Thank you, gentlemen,” said Švejk deferentially. “For me it will do too.”

*

I will not tell you whether my wife was found sane according to all the laws invented by the luminaries of psychiatry. Suffice it to say that, when the examining dignitary, who was younger than she, asked her to draw a pentagram, she did so much faster, and with much better results, than he could.

A Glimpse of Future War among Great Powers

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[A propos of Hiroshima’s 75th anniversary)]

Guest Article

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William S. Lind

Several weeks ago, the world got a glimpse of what future war will look like among Great Powers. The weapons were rocks and clubs.
Indian and Chinese troops battled each other over worthless ground along their undefined border high in the Himalayas. It was a classic case of two bald men fighting over a comb. But at least 20 Indian soldiers died, along with an unknown number of Chinese.
What is interesting about this skirmish is the weapons employed. Both India and China have sizable arsenals of modern weapons. They employed none of them. Instead, they fought with rocks and clubs.
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It is probably true that neither India nor China wants a war at this point. But what limited both countries’ soldiers to the weapons of cavemen was something with general import: so terrifying is the prospect of nuclear war to anyone threatened with it that governments are willing, even eager, to go to seemingly ridiculous lengths to prevent it.
Prevention begins with avoiding the escalatory ladder. And that is what led to a fight with rocks and clubs. Both countries rightly feared that if they went to the weapons of, let’s say Sung dynasty China or Moghul India, they would set foot on that ladder. So rocks and clubs it had to be. Even a battle with those so alarmed Beijing and New Delhi that they quickly sought to settle the dispute diplomatically. Many weapons have claimed the title of “the Peacemaker”, but nuclear weapons actually deserve it.
This offers us a look at what war between other nuclear powers, let’s say the U.S. and China, might be like. The driving consideration for both countries’ leadership would be avoiding escalation. Since any confrontation would probably be a sea and air war, it might look something like the Cod Wars between Britain and Iceland. Ships might ram each other (not too hard). Water cannon might be employed. Chinese sailors might throw bao at American crews, who would volley back hamburgers in return (the Americans would end up with the better lunch). Fighter aircraft might engage, at least to the point of seeing who was better at staying on the other guy’s six. Would they shoot? If they did, both capitals would be frantic, trying to de-escalate.
Since both countries now have obesity problems among their youth, my proposal for an escalation-safe war would be vast eating and drinking matches between their respective ships’ and aircrafts’ crews. Just imagine what the Navy PFT might look like! It would do wonders for qualifying recruits. Join the Navy and become the world!
The really funny thing here is that both the U.S. and China are spending vast sums buying weapons and generating forces for a conventional war. That is not going to happen, barring outright insanity in both capitals at the same time. Unless the inmates are running the asylum, both countries will seek to de-escalate rapidly from any accidental clash that might occur (things can happen; remember the War of Jenkins’ Ear). Rules of engagement would quickly be established that would take both sides back to rocks and clubs, as India and China had already done.
The fact is, the whole China Scare is a sham, at least as far as a shooting war is concerned (our economic conflict is real, as President Trump understands). It’s one more con job on the American people, intended to keep the Military-Industrial-Congressional complex rolling in dough. When the massive defense budget cuts hit, which they soon will, remember my suggestion; let both countries’ navies roll in real dough. That we may still be able to afford.

* William S. (”Bill”) Lind is the author of the Maneuver War Handbook (1985) and the 4thGeneration Warfare Handbook (2011) as several other volumes that deal with war. This article was originally published on traditionalRight on 8 July.2020.