As this piece is being written on March 1st, 2026, the United States of America and the Zionist entity known as the State of Israel have launched an unprovoked attack against the Islamic Republic of Iran and murdered and martyred not only their head of state, Ali Khamenei, but over 153 innocent people— including children. This is but another example of the long tentacles of American capital attempting to exert their vile and violent influence against a nation trying to protect its own interests and the interests of their people from the interests of the monopoly capitalists that wish to bleed oil and profits out of said people.
The point of this article, however, is not simply to condemn the rabidly imperialist actions of the American regime, but to offer an open letter to both the American troops who have long been used as pawns and useful instruments of terror, and to anyone considering becoming one of them. Imagine if you will, the echoing of a single phrase through the dense jungles of Vietnam,
“They lied to you G. I.,” it rings.
The same message has played on repeat as Hanoi Hannah’s piercing, scathing rebuke of American invasion is seared into your mind. You watch your comrades, friends, brothers, and classmates die. Their bodies are exploded by landmines, all recognizable that remains is all that they ever were to the American empire… a number etched into a piece of medal.
Now I would propose that you imagine that type of horror exported over tens of millions of people and over one and almost 400 million acres. All that covers the land is the exploded remains of your friends, your brothers, your children, your wives, and your cities. This is the death that you will export to the world. This is the death that you are exporting to the world.
“Defect G. I.,” the sound continues to blare.
The Juche idea teaches us that man is the master of everything and he decides everything, the question posed is what men decided this. What men chose for the world to be infected with dominationism?
These men are the ruling class; they are the people who see nations as not masses of people seeking to elevate their own destiny, but as vehicles through which they may enrich themselves and elevate not the destiny of a people, but the profit and share-price of a small handful of paedophile-owned and operated multinationals.
The party of “personal responsibility” the Republicans have billed themselves for decades. But it seems that when it comes to you, the precious children of the love-affair between violence and Capital, you are completely absolved. You bear no responsibility for the fire launched upon the world. You bear no responsibility for the martyred children.
You cannot pronounce their names; you cannot stand their oak and olive-tonned faces; you see not the truth of their God, so why should you care? Was the tuition worth your soul? Was the technology worth your soul? You have evacuated yourself of the social character of man in favor of committing world-scale murders all to subsidize the lifestyles of the rich and famous.
“They will not return for you, G. I.,” the sound blares as you struggle to understand whether or not the speakers still scream or if your conscience has awoken.
The world has not ended yet; however. You can leave. You can resist. You need not be complicit in the endless orphan-crushing machine that has long held on to your personhood like a vice.
Fundamentally, the choice is yours, young man. You can wake up, for we cannot fight the fire with fire. We fight the empire not with imperialism, we fight it with resistance and solidarity. We fight capitalism not with capitalism, we fight it with socialism.
In an era of a declining imperialist death cult, get up, get out, and organize.
