Cat Soldiers 2020. Acrylic on car mechanic’s drop cloth, 20 x 20"
Upon graduating from high school in the tiny hamlet of Chadwicks, NY, Paulie, bosom friend of my early sorrows, joined the army instead of going to college or work in the private sector. He became a truck driver at some date rape base in Texas and got paid a salary with insurance, time off, and a chance to be coddled forever in a violent socialist bubble, as long as he toed the line in an army that was as fascist-acting then as it is now. Paulie came to visit me at college one weekend, head-shaved and cocksure, pulling out a wad of bills at the bar and paying for my drinks. As a college freshmen my only spending income was the weekly $15 child support check I got from my Dad in the mail. If I had 10 bucks that night for partying I was a lucky kid. That’s all I was anyway, just a kid. What did I expect? To be a man? At 18? Happily, I was able to escape the lies of the recruitment officers in the high school gym. The ones to normalize the making of American teenage murderers by appealing to their phenomenal sense of stupid. I rejected their promises then, as much as I wish their ejection from our world today. The U.S. military in its present form of near absolute power is a scourge upon the planet and must be eradicated.
Paulie came to mind after watching the NFL’s “Salute to Service” idiot show during Sunday’s game. The Dolphins personnel were dressed in military fatigues to honor U.S. veterans who have nothing to do with football besides taking brute violence a thousand steps further. Paulie was educated in a fascist army. Not only did they pay him handsomely to drive a truck in convoys to nowhere, but they also taught Paulie political opinions! Just a year out of high school and the little boy already made a private blood vow to his father Ronald Reagan, after his public oath to the constitution. He couldn’t tell you a thing about the latter which he swore to defend against all enemies foreign and domestic, but if Reagan wanted to overthrow Grenada, then Paulie would die for Ronald Grenada. Even as a college freshman, equal in young and dumb circumstance, I realized the opposing forces pulling us apart, and knew we could no longer be friends. But that weekend he paid for my drinks, which gave me courage to dance with the girls.
As an inducted teenager, Paulie was already fascist thinking. Join a top down authoritative cult and obey your sergeant even when your sergeant orders you to drive the convoy truck over mothers and babies. That’s how easy it is to turn the little boys into stupid brute power. Give them a buzz cut, easy access to oiled weapons, and load their heads with volumes of ignorant arrogance. Voila! An army of stupid power.
So Paulie’s future intellectual inquiry was toast upon entering the army in 1984. A telling year for sure since today we are so close to the final thought crime punishments dolled out to
The U.S. military is rogue. It does not protect. It does not serve. Nor has it defended our shores in a single battle since the lobsterbacks threatened Dolley Madison’s borrowed art collection. It is an aggressor to the world, and since post World War II, has become the most violent terror organization on earth, while extorting wealth from Americans and propagandizing their media with dumb slogans on “Veterans Day” and its multi-billion dollar NFL “Salute to Service”.
Before 1954, Veterans Day was Armistice Day.
Resolution in Congress, June 4, 1926:
Whereas the 11th of November 1918, marked the cessation of the most destructive, sanguinary, and far reaching war in human annals and the resumption by the people of the United States of peaceful relations with other nations, which we hope may never again be severed, and Whereas it is fitting that the recurring anniversary of this date should be commemorated with thanksgiving and prayer and exercises designed to perpetuate peace through good will and mutual understanding between nations.
And then, just a generation later, top soldier-fascist Dwight Eisenhower pushed for, not only a renaming of the day, but a remeaning as well:
Whereas the Congress passed a concurrent resolution on June 4, 1926 calling for the observance of November 11 with appropriate ceremonies, and later provided in an act approved May 13, 1938 that the eleventh of November should be a legal holiday and should be known as Armistice Day, and WHEREAS, in order to expand the significance of that commemoration and in order that a grateful Nation might pay appropriate homage to the veterans of all its wars who have contributed so much to the preservation of this Nation, the Congress, by an act approved June 1, 1954, changed the name of the holiday to Veterans Day.
Bye-bye peace among nations. Hello to “Thank you for your service arrogant child truck driver of the U.S. army”.
The following is my resolution signed in the House of Ron on November 11, 2025:
Whereas I am a veteran of the love army, I think about love. I practice love. I go into the high school gyms and recruit love. I loathe the pull-trigger and push-button killers of all militaries, as well as their truck-drivers who perpetuate dumb brute power. I love the truck drivers hauling nourishment for love and peace. Each Armistice Day I walk in peace, and in knowledge of the prosperity of truth. It welcomes the speedy dismantling of military might. Each November 11th, I do the opposite of honoring the little boys and girls who unknowingly ran to the fascists for security. I openly pity them their ignorance, which is how adult cowardice maintains the illusion of brute power, and dumbs down a colonial republic to a fascist army of marching sticks full of appetite and fear. Long live Armistice Day! Hail hail peace in our hearts!
Just another note about Presidential declarations, history repeating itself, and the danger of any agenda held by nationalists with God-angry power in its possession…
Last year, Donald Trump, who is a national disgrace and violently unstable man, declared “Gulf of America Day”. While I agree that he needs to be arrested asap for crimes against humanity, I find it instructive to compare this particular spoiled child’s declaration with the Eisenhower Armistice Day switcharoo back in 1954. For now, the “Gulf of America” is just nationalist, nativist, colonialist, and brute power-influencer stupid words. It hasn’t killed a single civilian with its brainless proclamation. However, Eisenhower’s nationalist, nativist, colonialist, and brute power-inflencer-stupid word change has had much more drastic outcomes. That propaganda managed to goad an entire nation (beyond the fringes like me) to willfully enable its state power to terrorize all earthlings since World War II.
Veterans Day is another reason why we suffer the current political climate. “The Dumbed-down Donald Trump Sycophant Show” exists because we ignore history to suffer the long term implications of allowing fascist propaganda to attack us at every turn.
Armistice Day was a good idea, and and now it’s gone from American memory. Here is the best Veterans Day song ever written:
