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“By weaponizing the discourse of human rights to justify the use of force against governments that resisted the Washington consensus, this group of well-connected liberals was able to stir support where the neocons could not. Their brand of interventionism appealed directly to the sensibility of the Democratic Party's metropolitan base, large swaths of academia, the foundation-funded human rights NGO complex, and the New York Times editorial board. The xhibition of atrocities allegedly committed by adversarial governments, either by Western-funded civil society groups, major human rights organizations or the mainstream press, was the military humanists' stock in trade, enabling them to mask imperial designs behind a patina of "genocide prevention." With this neat tactic, they effectively neutralized progressive antiwar elements and tarred those who dared to protest their wars as dictator apologists.”

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Book:The Management of Savagery: How America's National Security State Fueled the Rise of Al Qaeda, ISIS, and Donald Trump
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Max Blumenthal
Max Blumenthal

Max Blumenthal, born on December 18, 1977, is an American author known for his focus on political and social issues, particularly those in the Middle East. Blumenthal is recognized for his in-depth investigations and critical analysis, with his works including 'Goliath: Life and Loathing in Greater Israel' and 'The Race for What's Left: The Democratic Road to Political Extinction'. more

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