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Grzegorz Grudziński's avatar

A hundred years ago the great Polish poet Julian Tuwim wrote a great poem explaining exactly that. The original sounds better of course, but not everyone knows Polish, so let me quote the English translation:

To the Common Man

When the black print sounds alarm

And freshly posted fliers cry

“To the Public,” “For the Troops”

When the glue is not yet dry

And any stud or young recruit

Will take to heart their age-old lie

That it’s time to fire the cannons

To murder, plunder, poison, raze;

When they start to tout “our country”

in a thousand worn clichés

Incite with ostentatious flags

And champion the “historic right”

to every inch, to glory, might

That now has come the time to fight

For our fathers, and forefathers,

Avenge the heroes or the victims,

And when bishop, pastor, rabbi come

to place a blessing on your gun

Because God whispered the command:

go and defend the fatherland

When tabloid headlines spread their noise,

vulgar, nefarious, savage and crude

and frenzied women in wild herds

sprinkle rose petals on our boys

— Hey listen, my untutored friend

Brother from this or another land

Know that it’s kings and portly men

who ring the bells that sound alarm;

And know that it’s bull, a common ruse

When they cry out: “Shoulder arms!”

That for them somewhere gushes crude

Meaning some hefty sacks of cash

And bank accounts do not add up

Or that they caught the whiff of bucks

And that those fat pigs hedged their bets

With an import tax on cigarettes.

Go drum your guns on cobblestones

It is your blood and their crude!

And let your voices linger on

It’s your wage that your blood has won:

“What you’re selling we won’t buy!”

Seth's avatar

Then there is Pete Hegseth with his Crusader tattoo.

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