Thoughts on seeing Apocalypse Now again:Posted on 08/30/2008 6:49:28 PM PDT by Roger W. Gardner
Thoughts on seeing Apocalypse Now again:
It's 1979 and a young Martin Sheen is taking us up that fateful river again. He is our wise and somber Virgil, our guide, our narrator, the ORM (the Only Rational Man) leading us up that labyrinthine river of death and insanity which is our national crucible, our Vietnam War. That great river of no return, that winding thread of dark infuriating lies that will take us further and further into the Heart of Darkness, into the Heart of Darkness of our great national shame and guilt and self-loathing. This was the real secret mission of that clandestine journey. And they almost succeeded.
It's the summer of 2008 and I'm taking that trip with him once again and I am breathless and speechless in shock and wonder at the enormity my previous innocence and gullibility. I am overcome by the tragedy of it all. Not just by the horrors of that bloody and inconclusive war, but overcome by what they, the narrators have done to us all. Our trusted and revered guides have all but ruined us with the binding threads of their dark unscrupulous lies. Up the river we follow them into that great cynical myth, slaughtering myriad innocent women and little children, laying waste to the fertile land, sacrificing a small courageous people in the fiery embrace of Napalm, swooping in on the little schoolchildren playing in their schoolyard, like great birds of prey, accompanied by those brutal and bombastic sounds of the furies of hell, those Hitlerian Wagnerian orgasms of supremacist passion, the demonic sounds of that self-righteous, contemptuous warrior's passion. We are all too young, much to young to know what the hell we're doing, we're all dopeheads and surfers, sadistic, drunken sex-starved smiling adolescent American monsters, smiling the awful smiles of insanity as we slaughter our helpless prey. Meaningless slaughter. Pointless death. Ghastly unnecessary erroneous war. Monumental moral blunder.
And what finally do we find at the end of that gruesome river, at the end of our perilous journey? We find ourselves. And the discovery is alarming. Madness, arrogant, ruthless, contempt of all that is fine and good in human nature, thoughtlessly obliterating a fine nation for inscrutable and indefensible motives. A big stupid illiterate giant stumbling around the world in our drunken orgy of self-gratification. We have become the monsters we once abhorred, too young and naive to even begin to appreciate the enormity of our loss, that loss of all that which we once held dear. This is the grave and ominous lesson of that journey into the Heart of Darkness, into the Heart of our National Moral Darkness. This is the lesson of that ominous voyage, the message of our profound and wise Virgil, our trusted guide, our ORM. This, then, shall be our new national narrative: The epic downward spiral of a once great nation into that great hopeless moral miasma.
This is what they have done to us, this is what they have wrought. Our honored Virgils, our trusted guides, our respected ORM. This, what we have become, is their doing, this is the product of their genuis and ideology and their talent. With the power of their heavy-handed symbols and crude metaphors they have almost succeeded in redefining our national narrative. We have almost become lost in that impenetrable jungle of lies and propaganda. We have almost lost our way and have almost lost our humanity. We have, they have convinced us, sinned greatly, monumentally, against all mankind, and all that saves us from oblivion is heeding their grave warnings, the warnings of our false Virgils, the concerned admonishments of our counterfeit ORM. Oh, and they have worked their magic well. They have taught us how to hate ourselves with great sincerity and how to love our enemies, and , finally, how to find hope and solace in our boundless self-contempt. There is, they tell us, still that one possible chance for salvation -- our willingness to face up to our past mistakes and to try to make amends. To give up all of our old selfish and contemptible imperialistic warrior dreams and join the humble brotherhood of man. It's not too late yet, they tell us. There is still time. If we just follow their lead.
So I have taken that old trip up that long loathsome river once again and I am all but speechless in shock and wonder at my previous ignorance and gullibility. But no longer. Now my eyes have been opened, now I can see the corrupt degenerate treachery of our false guides, our false Virgils. Their lessons are lies and their messages are empty. They have almost ruined us with their deceptions and their purposeful distortions of the truth. They had almost succeeded, they had almost robbed us of our self-respect, our hard-won and well-earned self-respect. But ultimately they have failed to destroy us. Because we can still remember, we can still remember the truth of who we are, despite their most talented and ambitious efforts to obliterate it.
We are a great fine people. We are a great fine nation. We owe no apologies to anyone -- least of all to ourselves. In the end the false storytellers with their secret agendas have failed. It is the beginning of a new season now, we are beginning to create a new narrative. A narrative founded on truth and hope and promise. We are looking for new guides now, for new Virgils. Not to lead us down into the depths of self-immolation and despair, but to lift us up to the heights of promise and fulfilment. We are looking for guides now who will teach us how to love ourselves once again and regain the strength of the righteous warriors that we are. We are free and we are kind and decent. And the old men's tales, the False Virgil's lies just won't do anymore.
is this an undergrad term paper?
Never saw it when it was new, saw it about 5 years later at the dollar movie theater. Walked out about half-way in, it was too teeth-numbingly stupid for me to sit there another minute.
I can’t tell you how many people have told me it was the best movie they ever saw, and I just have to shake my head. What drugs will do to you isn’t pretty. The Seventies were a lost decade in Hollywood. It was the drugs.
In amongst the overwrought angst, I’m sure you had a point. I didn’t see one though. I was too busy giggling.
Nice piece of writing. Thanks for posting it.
As if they ever did... I was, perhaps, one of the fortunate ones, in that I never succumbed to these false Virgils, or the too-transparent lies they told back then, and have repeated ad infinitum, et ad nauseum, et ad absurdum, even unto this day. That means, that for much of my adult life, my road has been long, weary, and all too solitary. Even so, I would not trade it for anything, as it is the measure of what, and who, I am...
the infowarrior
Sorry for being dense,but what exactly is the point...or subject?
“The Seventies were a lost decade in Hollywood. It was the drugs.”
I beg to differ. It wasn’t the drugs, it was the polyester rotting the minds of youth like me back then.
‘Saturday Night Fever.’ Best movie ever. ;) (Just kidding!)
did you ever see a snail crawl across the straight edge of a razor?
I was trying to forget...
The only accuracy in the movie was some of the equipment being used, borrowed from the Philippine Military and some of the terrain in the background.
This movie and many more were nothing more than propaganda pieces to demoralize the American public, at the cost of the Valor Stolen from Brave Troops sent there to fight for freedom.
America is a strong vibrant country that has slept for much too long. Hollywood and the left has done their best to keep America asleep as our society is slowly converted to the Socialism that destroyed Russia and every other society that tried to adopt that form of governing the masses.
The public was fed a pack of lies about the Viet Nam War and are being fed a similar pack of lies about the War on Terror. Willing accomplices in the National Media are feeding lies to the nation about President Bush and the Republican Party, with few countering those lies.
It can be seen today with the panicked lies being published about Sarah Palin, who has them scared more than any political choice I have seen in years.
Every person who's eyes are opened is one less misled citizen. That is the only way we will save our nation, opening people's eyes, whether they want them opened or not.
“No one EVER expects The Polyester!” ~ Monty Python
(Do I have that right?) LOL! :)
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If you paid money to learn to write such swill, go get a refund! With punitive damage award!
Thank you Dakota Red. Responses like yours make it all worth while. You would think that after all this time I would have gotten used to the insults. But sometimes I just can’t fathom the depths of some people’s ignorance.
It’s interesting to me that a lot of the people who ‘get it’ and like it are Vietnam Vets, like you. Maybe that says something.
Thank you so much for bringing that error to my attention. Below is the correct url.
http://radarsite.blogspot.com/2008/08/apocalypse-now-river-of-lies.html
And thank you also for your kind words.
I wonder why ignorant people are always the nastiest people?
Roger, there are always those who prefer to hurl insults instead of actually thinking.
A later product of public education, I suspect.
lol
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These are exactly the kinds of thoughts I have when I watch Apocalypse Now. That movie was a brilliant slander designed to demoralize Americans and make them doubt their country. It really chaps me to think about it.
However, if you write something like this, you’re almost guaranteed to get towel snapped. This version should stay in your head or in your notes. For posting on FR, a toned town version would be better.
That or learn to live with a towel snapping.
Thank you for your good words Yardstick.
As for your advice: The day I have to start “toning down” my articles in order to post on Free Republic and avoid criticism from the likes of the previous commenters is the day I stop posting on Free Republic.
For now, I think I’ll just stick with Lew’s opinion.
“It is the beginning of a new season now, we are beginning to create a new narrative. A narrative founded on truth and hope and promise”.
All that's needed is the proper writers for the new story. the new narrative, I suppose.
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