My Intuitions About Haiti

Ever since the early 1980s, when I began to look closely at our government's actions throughout the world, I have been skeptical of official stories. Implausible tales such as the USG having nothing to do with the death squads that tortured, murdered, and "disappeared" tens of thousands of Central Americans in the 1970s and 1980s, despite the School of the Americas at Fort Benning, Georgia, that trained--and continues to train--the torturers of petty dictators in Guatamala, El Salvador, and beyond; that we invaded Panama and killed thousands of its people to put the drug-dealing head of state Manuel Noriega in prison and not to keep him from talking about CIA spooky business; that we invaded Grenada to rescue some U.S. medical students and not to distract the public from Iran-Contra; that the CIA couldn't possibly be in league with drug traffickers in Laos, Columbia, Nicaragua, and Afghanistan; that the Federal Building in Oklahoma City blew up because of a few bags of fertilizer; and, of course, the ridiculous official story of 9/11. Our history is littered with false flag incidents (where killings are staged to look like the work of another country) and supposed humanitarian gestures that are really covers for takeovers by our multinational corporate buddies (read the history of Central America from the perspective of the American Fruit Company, from which derives the pejorative term "banana republic") and excuses for the military to stay well beyond its welcome.

So when I heard about the earthquake in Haiti, I was skeptical. For decades I have read and heard about USG technology that allows for the creation of earthquakes. (If you're interested in going down this rabbit hole, just start googling HAARP.) An underwater detonation could easily have set off the faults around the island. But even if the USG did not orchestrate the quake, it sure fits our government's plans like a glove.

Take a look at a map, folks. If you had plans to invade Cuba or Venezuela, what better place to launch an attack than from Haiit!

Cuba has been a thorn in our side for decades. It shouldn't be because it poses no threat, but we just can't stand it that there's an adamantly Socialist country just a few miles off the tip of Florida. But that isn't the real reason why we would invade Cuba. As usual, it would be to pave a way for unbridled capitalism. Remember the scene in "Godfather II" when the mob is thinking of moving some operations to Havana? Well, the revolution put that plan on hold. This tropical island is ripe for capitalist exploitation. Just send in the Marines, kill a few thousand, and give those left standing the "freedom" to buy McDonald's hamburgers and Tacomas and big-screen TVs.

Venezuela is also ripe for invasion. It has some of the largest oil reserves in the world. And Hugo Chavez has been very outspoken about American imperialism. The mainstream American media, of course, just calls him crazy, but if you actually read the text of his speeches before the UN General Assembly, you see he's far from crazy. He's dead on right.

And so the American people go on their merry way, feeling good that they have given money to relief efforts in Haiti, while not thinking that they are putting the Haitians under the boot of the American military with their tax dollars. We have been messing with Haiti since it gained its independence from France in 1804. It really bugged us to think that a nation of freed slaves could be in our backyard, especially since we did not liberate our slaves for another six decades. In recent decades we've supported the dictators Papa Doc and Baby Doc, and spirited out of the country against his will the democratically elected Bertrand Aristide. (The official story, of course, was that we did it for his own safety.)

There is so much blood on our hands, on the hands of every American who pays taxes to the federal government. And not just blood in Haiti. Our tax dollars are also responsible for the murder of tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of Afghans, Iraqis, Pakistanis, and Palestinians. Our hands are dripping with blood. Dripping.