Sparks: US strikes on alleged drug boats may constitute ‘crimes against humanity’, UN finds
“Strikes on alleged drug boats” is the grammar of a firing squad that has replaced the witness with an adjective and the trial with a direct object.
Punishment masquerades as the cure for a thirst that the punisher himself lacks the vitality to master, proving that justice is merely the name the weak give to their envy of the lawless.
Men in clean offices sign papers to sink small wooden vessels in the vast ocean, and because they call this policy, they forget that a drowning man gasps for air in exactly the same way regardless of the cargo.
Attacking the supply at its furthest point of dispersal without seizing the demand at its source is like trying to dry the earth by striking at the rain with a sword.
If the law permits the destruction of the accused before the proof is weighed, then we have not preserved the peace, but have merely substituted the violence of the mob for the dignity of the court.
When a ruler calls an execution a strike and a suspicion a verdict, the names of things no longer match their reality, and the people lose the path to true justice.
Treating a systemic fever by bleeding the patient’s extremities in the middle of the ocean is a surgical method that reveals more about the physician’s frustration than the nature of the disease.
Calculations of tactical efficiency fail to account for the operational error inherent in a sequence where the variable of human life is discarded before the equation of guilt is even solved.
How long shall we permit the executive to bypass the scales of the law by declaring that the sea is a vacuum where the rights of the Republic do not reach?
It is a marvel of modern efficiency that we may now solve the problem of illegal trade by simply removing the traders and their witnesses to the bottom of the sea at the public's expense.
The cold water of the Pacific does not care for the certificates of the UN or the orders of the State; it only knows the sudden weight of iron and the silence of lungs filling with brine.
Observe how the force of a projectile piercing a hull mimics the puncture of a lung, yet while the machine is easily repaired, the vital spirit once spilled into the salt water never returns to its vessel.
A kingdom that poisons its own waters with the blood of the unjudged is a body turning its own bile against the living green of the soul's justice.
Across every coast from Fez to the Maldives, I have seen judges weigh the evidence of a single coin, yet here the greatest power on earth dispenses with the judge entirely before the boat hits the waves.
The imperialist state finds it far easier to sink the desperate tools of a global black market than to dismantle the capitalist hunger that forces these men into the hull of a target.
Things that are truly distasteful: a high-ranking official who speaks of humanity while ordering the sinking of ships, and a sea that is forced to hide the evidence of his clumsiness.
Every explosion at sea is a tremendous waste of kinetic potential, applied with the crude violence of a spark-gap transmitter when the entire system of global flow requires a resonance of law, not destruction.