The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. Psalm 58
It was the fortieth year since Buchenwald: two thousand Jewish refugees in Sudan starved while Reagan visited the graves of Nazis. CBS paid off Westmoreland for their rude disclosure of his lies and crimes: he had killed thirty of the enemy, let’s not forget, for every one lost us: he was owed something. That year, though, no terrorist could touch God’s work in Mexico and north of Bogota: an earthquake here, volcano there, and numbers do not signify the dead, each corpse incomprehensible as to the widow Klinghoffer her Leon, shot, dumped overboard as if to make a point. Westmoreland said, the Viet Cong could be indentified from the attacking aircraft as all personnel in uniform below. Their uniform, he told us, was the native dress.