
The Art of the Bomb
June 23, 2025
My day in Istanbul…in pictures.
June 26, 2025“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.”
—Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1953
Seventy years ago, a five-star general and president of the United States stood before the American people and issued a warning, not against a foreign enemy, but against ourselves. Dwight D. Eisenhower, no stranger to the machinery of war, saw clearly what we were becoming: a nation so intoxicated by militarism, so consumed with building instruments of death, that we were willing to starve our children and strip our communities bare just to fuel the next conflict.
We didn’t listen.
Today, America spends more on war than the next ten nations combined. We’ve built an empire of bases around the globe. Our drones patrol skies halfway across the world. Our weapons manufacturers are among the richest corporations in history. And yet our schools crumble. Our bridges collapse. Our citizens drown in medical debt. Our veterans sleep on the streets while defense contractors buy multiple vacation homes.
We are not merely at war with the world. We are at war with ourselves.
The cost of war isn’t just blood spilled on foreign soil. It’s clean water never delivered to Flint. It’s insulin priced out of reach for diabetics in Mississippi. It’s mental health services never offered to a suicidal teenager in Appalachia. It’s the dreams deferred in every underfunded classroom, every hollowed-out town, every hungry child who watches their country spend billions on bombs but cannot spare a dollar for their future.
We pretend it’s patriotism. We call it strength. But it is cowardice…an unwillingness to face the real battles at home. It’s easier to invent enemies abroad than to confront our own systemic rot. Easier to wrap ourselves in flags than to offer our people dignity, opportunity, or care.
We say we fight for freedom. But what freedom is there in a nation where millions work two jobs and still live in poverty? What liberty exists for a mother buried in medical bills because her child had cancer? What justice is there in an America that feeds the military-industrial complex but starves its own soul?
The truth is this: the war machine doesn’t protect democracy, it devours it. It doesn’t safeguard peace…it profits from perpetual chaos. It doesn’t serve the people…it bleeds them dry.
Eisenhower knew this. He warned us.
But we turned his warning into an instruction manual.
It’s not too late to choose differently.
But first, we must admit the truth: we are not a peaceful nation that occasionally goes to war. We are a war-making nation that occasionally remembers peace. And until we reverse that identity, we will continue to steal from the hungry to feed the gun.
And we will call it freedom, even as it chains us.





