Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Prostitution of Peace

If you believe the current regime of diplomats and pundits, peace is something that can be obtained for the right price. Where peace once meant the mutual cessation of war, peace has now become something that can now be bought and sold. Put the right amount on the table and peace can be yours, the pimps of peace cry on every corner. Behind them stand their gruesome wares, the terrorists and mass murderers who will have peace with you, perhaps for a night or two, if the right price is paid. The tricks may think that peace is a long term marriage, but they know it is only a one night stand. Hudna. Ceasefire. Time enough for them to rearm and kill again.

We live now in the era of the prostitution of peace. Love doesn't enter into it. Brotherhood doesn't enter into it. We no longer have peace because we are both tired of war and wish an end to it. No, peace has become something that the brute, the thug and the monster offers to the civilized world in exchange for weapons, power and international stature. And so we no longer have peace, instead the very idea of peace has become a lost hope, a compulsive gambler's winning streak, an alky's last beer, a forlorn cause in the darkened streets of civilization's modern diplomatic dystopia.

Peace once used to be an end to violence, but now peace has become a process, a long ritual of meetings and paper shufflings that never actually produces peace, but keeps the creaky wheels of diplomacy turning. And so the men in suits come and go and photographs are taken and signed and newspaper headlines cry, "Peace, peace," but there is no peace. The diplomats who prostitute peace from Oslo to Camp David, from Taba to Ankara, know full that what they are selling is a disease ridden lie. What they are truly selling is the illusion of a rational world to the last remnants of a dying civilization confronting the savagery of a Dar Al Harb that laughs at reason and glories in savagery.
The rain falls in the dark, the wind blows ragged newspapers down a deserted street. Munich. Camp David. Brussels. Oslo. It doesn't matter anymore, only the hotel rooms and the expensive booze at taxpayer expense poured into wineglasses. The pimps pander, the prostitutes pose with their weapons and bombs and the tricks put up everything they have certain that this time it will be different. A toast is made. "To peace!" Peace in our time. Peace in no one's time.

The prostitution of peace is a lurid cynical act, far more gruesome than the sort of crimes men and women are arrested for on civilization's streetcorners every night. For the prostitution of peace is not merely the false promise of love, it is the false promise of an end to the killing, only to enable and perpetuate it.

Leftist agitation and activism has turned peace into a meme, a lie everyone can have if they only sing loudly enough and demand it from their government. And so they die. And the leaders of their government go to the hotel rooms in distant cities and continents and buy it for them. The glasses clink, everyone cheers and in the morning there are more corpses to be swept from the streets.

The insincerity of peace is at the heart of the prostitution of peace. It is an act of irresponsibility on every side. The pimps of peace in the foreign ministries and state departments inflate their own prestige certain that the right transaction will finally win over the sheiks of the east. The prostitutes of peace grin cynically, knowing that they are not selling anything that they cannot take back tomorrow. The tricks come with a mix of corruption and despair driven by the self-destructive impulse of decay to buy something they cannot have at a price they cannot pay.

No one in this trinity of the damned wishes to hear about the moral bankruptcy of their profession or its devastating price. Again and again the price is paid and blood runs in the gutter and in the hotel rooms the glasses clink.

"To peace."


Lemon said...

Both the political right and left of all nations are not friends of Jews either.
And Jews need to come to understand this quickly.
They will both turn on us and blame us for their own sins soon enough.
They are both equally junky and dirty.

Yobeeone said...

Can you imagine if the only way to have peace between you and your kids was to bargain it out for a price? Kids would make out like bandits, while their parents took out mortgage after mortgage on their homes to keep paying them off.

How on earth can anyone think paying off terrorists is any different. Seriously, their kids really ought to take advantage of these guys. Heck if Dad's willing to pay a bunch of morons outside the family, why not pay me! :]

Raydog said...

"Jack the Ripper"

Keli Ata said...

The word peace has lost all meaning and is now little more than a euphamism for every greedy, selfish, evil thing evil people can think of.

To the masses peace is whatever makes them feel content and satifies a desire. Give any word or action a "peace" prefix or suffix, remove all person responsibility for one's actions and it's like sitting back on a hot summer day and drinking a cool can of beer.

Yes, the right and left are turning against Israel and there is little Israel can do at this point to convince them that they're the true peace-lovers in this world it seems, except finally fight back.

Israelis keeps trying to be the nice guy and keep paying for this sweet innocence they have. I don't care how many times I write or say it. It IS heartbreaking to see these truly peaceful people offering olive branch after olive branch and getting smacked down.

That's the impression I have always had of Israelis--almost child-like in their sweetness and innocence. To me it's beautiful and part of me wants that never to change about Israelis because it is so beautiful and endearing.

On the other hand...this is what the world is abusing and it's repulsive. But when the choice is destruction or fighting they obviously have to fight and shouldn't be ashamed or see it as a collective moral failure of some sort.

It's self defense and perfectly natural.

Aurora said...

Sultan Knish, what an eloquent and prophetic piece of writing. The 'prostitution of peace', a carrot in front of the donkey. Everyone is crying 'peace, peace'...will we witness the sudden destruction coming upon them for selling their souls to the devil?

Aurora said...

You are linked.

Sultan Knish said...

thank you, the destruction is a while in coming but it may come suddenly

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