Originally published via Armageddon Prose Substack:
Glory, glory, Hallelujah.
Only the good die young. This bastard made it into the triple digits.
No one, arguably, with the exceptions of Mao and Stalin, was singlehandedly responsible for more human death and suffering in the 20th century than Henry Kissinger. No one serviced the U.S. war machine with more enthusiasm than he did, certainly.
And now he’s gone to meet his maker.
Frankly, a dignified, quiet death in his mansion was much more than Kissinger deserved.
Via CNN:
“Henry Kissinger, a former US secretary of state and national security adviser who escaped Nazi Germany in his youth to become one of the most influential and controversial foreign policy figures in American history, has died. He was 100.
Kissinger died Wednesday at his home in Connecticut, according to a statement from his consulting firm, Kissinger Associates. The firm did not provide a cause of death.
Kissinger was synonymous with US foreign policy in the 1970s. He received a Nobel Peace Prize for helping arrange the end of US military involvement in the Vietnam War and is credited with secret diplomacy that helped President Richard Nixon open communist China to the United States and the West, highlighted by Nixon’s visit to the country in 1972.”
There’s going to be a veritable tsunami of glowing obituaries and teary tributes to the fallen Deep State Capo in the coming days and weeks. It’s all the kind of bullshit we ought to expect from the people who gave a war criminal the Nobel Peace Prize. (They also gave one to Obama, another war criminal, years later.) These degenerates love a good, sick joke.
To borrow a turn of phrase from Christopher Hitchens following the demise of Jerry Falwell, it’s a pity there’s not a hell for Kissinger to go to — only I’m not as certain as the devoted atheist Hitchens that there isn’t a hell for Kissinger to go to. It’s times like this that I hope there is.
If there is any cosmic justice in this world — and I mean any — Kissinger is currently having his anal cavity probed by Satan’s trident. Forever and ever more.
Ben Bartee, author of Broken English Teacher: Notes From Exile, is an independent Bangkok-based American journalist with opposable thumbs.
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