Why? Because 60 years ago the diseased war criminal’s vulgar veep took over da guvvamint and ordered the dropping of atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, which killed tens of thousands of noncombatants while maiming and radiation-poisoning hundreds of thousands more.

Dropping the bombs, a surviving crew member of the Enola Gay tells us, was “an act of war to end the war.” Not a shred of remorse, or irony, is either visible or audible. Because there wasn’t a shred of either, either in their minds or that of the man who ultimately commanded them. Preparing the Enola Gay (named after its captain’s mother!) was duck soup to them. Everything went as planned, they recall. This obscenity was their ticket home! End of story. They could all get on with their “decent lives.”

In the minds of the reporters fawning over these aging air-terrorists, the latter are all decent, regular guys who deservedly went on to successful careers in science and business. The viewer is fed clichés about how the bombings “changed history,” or “changed the world forever,” nice euphemisms for the Rule of Thrasymachus.

Was it a “controversial” decision?, these kids ask Gramps. It was anything but for the morally obtuse jerk from Independence, Missouri. But I can now see and hear for myself that the enormity of these holocausts was also a no-brainer for those on the receiving end of those Presidential orders. I waited in vain for one of these youngish whipper snappers to ask something like, “So I’m to understand, Sir, that you lost no sleep over having roasted the flesh off of noncombatant men, women, and children, because that was but a means to your all-important end of getting home to your kids?.”

Last month a Planned Parenthood spokeswoman, incensed about the “unethical” use of ultrasound technology to dissuade mothers from killing their unborn, outlined on an evening news broadcast the options that responsible, ethical counselor should make clear to every client:

“You can bring the pregnancy to term and raise the child as its parent. You can bring the pregnancy to term and put the child up for adoption. Or you can terminate the pregnancy.”

It takes some effort to evade the obvious symmetry set up by the first two options. But like the crew of the Enola Gay, she was man enough. After all, could you imagine her blurting on national television: “Raise the child, place the child in another’s care, or kill the child”?

Once you’ve defined an end, and have identified the means to it, what else is there to think about for a real American? Just do it. Therefore, if you’re pregnant, but wish to be no longer, simply terminate the pregnancy. Just “end the war” between you and “it.” Don’t be a crybaby! Hire a medical professional to snap its little neck and burn and scrape out the remains.

Think about the life you can get back to once this unpleasantness is out of the way. You’re not taking innocent human life. You’re merely terminating a damn “process.” Exercise your legal right and get on with your life.

O lovely euphemism!

“Crybabies” is what Truman called his a-bomb critics. Apparently, it was a small matter for him to be regarded as a baby killer. This monstrous mediocrity, which our holy “democratic process” delivered to the world, would point to Japanese children who grew up because they weren’t killed by the Allied land invasion that his terrorism rendered “unnecessary.”

The sage from Independence forgot, charitably assuming he ever knew, that one is responsible for the evil that one commits, not the evil that is otherwise committed.

Like his predecessor who firebombed Tokyo – who allowed the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor to go forward so he could have his backdoor into the European war on the side of Stalin, whom he admired almost as much as he detested Hitler – Truman was ready, willing, and able to incinerate every Japanese city on his target list, not just Hiroshima and Nagasaki, if that’s what it took.

That’s what Americans do. They don’t flinch. “These colors don’t run.”

“It saved lives!,” the aging mercenary angrily farts from his facial orifice in front of millions of impressionable youth all over America.