Propagandhi

Welcome to the offices of Economic and Manpower Analyses
here at our historic and sprawling West Point Academy
campus! My name is Mindy! It is my distinct pleasure
to introduce you to a loving father of three
(and a champion of the sanctioned use of armed force
in pursuit of policy objectives).
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the
project director of our newest recruitment strategy;
our mission to staff future combat systems through
current technologies. Without any further ado,
I give to you Colonel Casey Wardynski!
(warm applause)
Thank you! Let me begin with some sentimental appeals
to our national myths; assorted clichés coined
by the state; the ideological shorthand meant to sweep
your private doubts [away] of this virtual training
course. This portal; this Trojan Horse that you living
idiots paid for and actually rolled into your own kids' rooms.
(stunned silence)
Oops, did I just say that out loud?
Oh, well, it's not like it's something new.
It's just the logical extension of the decades of bilge
water that you've let us pump into your homes.
The pink noise that hums away in the background while
you run the gauntlet we force on you everyday.
The billowing candy floss that helps to soften the
blow. Deep down you've always known that your children
already belong to us, so why don't you cut the outraged
parent routine, shut your mouth and get back in your
seat. Your children already belong to us.
What are you? You will pass on.
And they won't know a fucking thing but this 'community,'
this real life Ender's Game. Forget what you think you know.