Όσοι έχουν διαβάσει την Τέχνη του Πολέμου θυμούνται ίσως το ρητό του Σουν Τζου: “το μυστικό είναι να κρατάς τον εχθρό σε σύγχυση, ώστε να μη μαντεύει τις πραγματικές σου βλέψεις“. Η τακτική του “confusing the enemy” είναι κυρίαρχη και στα σύγχρονα στρατιωτικά δόγματα. Συνδυάζοντας αυτό με το ότι ο πρόεδρος DT απευθύνεται μιλώντας όχι μόνο στον στάνταρ εχθρό (Ιράν) αλλά και σ’ εκείνους που επανειλημμένα έχει χαρακτηρίσει εχθρούς (“του λαού”), δηλ. τα μίντια, αναρωτιέται κανείς με το επίπεδο εκείνων σ’ αυτά τα τελευταία που σχολιάζουν κοροϊδευτικά τα ήξεις-αφίξεις του. Τώρα, το ποιος απ’ τους δυο είναι πιο επικίνδυνος, κάποιος όντως επιπόλαιος, η κάποιος που ξέρει να περνάει την εντύπωση ότι είναι, αφήνεται στην κρίση του καθενός. Εμείς να συμβάλουμε στη σύγχυση με τα ταπεινά μας μέσα : ένα πολεμοχαρές (;) τραγούδι των doo-woppers από την Λουιζιάνα Vince Vance & The Valliants από το 1980 (πρόκειται για παρωδία του ‘Barbara Ann’ – διάσημου απ’ τους Beach Boys) πακέτο με ένα αντιπολεμικό του Jerry Harrison των Talking Heads, δέκα χρόνια αργότερα, από το σόλο άλμπουμ του Walk On Water.

Those who have read The Art of War may recall the Sun Tzu saying: “The whole secret lies in confusing the enemy, so that he cannot fathom our real intent”. The tactic of “confusing the enemy” remains dominant in modern military doctrines as well. Combining this with the fact that President DT is not addressing his statements solely to the standard enemy (Iran) but also to those he has repeatedly labeled as enemies “of the people”—namely the media—one wonders about the level of all those who mockingly comment on his back-and-forth declarations. Now, as to which of the two is more dangerous—someone truly reckless, or someone who knows how to create the impression that he is—let that be left to each person’s judgment. We, for our part, will contribute to the confusion with our humble means: a war-mongering (?) song by the doo-woppers from Louisiana, Vince Vance & The Valiants, released in 1980 (a parody of “Barbara Ann”, made famous by the Beach Boys), packaged with an anti-war track by Jerry Harrison of Talking Heads, ten years later, from his solo album Walk On Water.

00:00 BOMB IRAN
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Let’s take a stand (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Our country’s got a feelin’
Really hit the ceilin’, bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Went to a mosque, gonna throw some rocks
Tell the Ayatollah, “Gonna put you in a box”
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Our country’s got a feelin’
Really hit the ceilin’, bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Ol’ Uncle Sam’s gettin’ pretty hot
Time to turn Iran into a parking lot
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Our country’s got a feelin’
Really hit the ceilin’, bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Call the volunteers, call the bombardiers
Call the financiers, better get their ass in gear
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Our country’s got a feelin’
Really hit the ceilin’, bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
(Let’s nuke ’em, woo-hoo!)
Call on our allies to cut off their supplies
Get our hands untied, and bring ’em back alive
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Our country’s got a feelin’
Really hit the ceilin’, bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Let’s take a stand (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)
Our people you been stealin’
Now it’s time for dealing, bomb Iran (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran)

02:25 I CRY FOR IRAN
I see the dust move across the sand
I sense the work of an unseen hand
A field of soldiers on their knees
Await the rain comes from the seas
I feel the lash on my back, I’m on the run
Walk on water, walk on land,
Try to be civil, don’t confuse your right with your left hand
A thousand children cross the plain
The keys they hold, they serve the grain
As they go past, their voices disappear
The lake is frozen, I wanna forget
Everything that hasn’t happened yet
But I remember where I’ve been, I’m on the run
Walk on water, walk on land,
Try to be civil, don’t confuse your right with your left hand
I cry for love, I cry for man,
I cry for woman and I don’t understand,
I cry for love
I’ve been to see the smiling one
His shadow moves across the sun
The sand’s ablaze, and now the darkness drops again
The columns move, no turning back
The fires burn, the sky grows black
I feel a hand at my throat, I’m on the run
Walk on water, walk on land,
Try to be civil, don’t confuse your right with your left hand
I cry for love, I cry for man,
I cry for woman and I don’t understand,
I cry for love (I cry for love), I cry for man (I cry for love)
I cry for children, and I cry for Iran
I cry for love
I cry for love,
I cry for man, (I cry for love)
I cry for children and I cry for Iran
I cry for love (I cry for love),
I cry for man (I cry for love)
I cry for woman, and I don’t understand