Notice: people who are easily offended shouldn't read this. I am very angry right now, because I'm finding too many people buying into this war that should be standing beside me at the anti-war protests and demanding an explanation. If you read this and find yourself offended, I have only one bit of advice: fuck off.
So far, the winner of the “who’s got the biggest balls contest” goes to Bush, for saying that what the Iraqis are doing to the soldiers they captured is breaking international law. I laughed for a full minute at the blatant hypocrisy of that statement, considering how many international laws we’ve broken since the U.N. was formed. You don’t want U.S. soldiers tortured and/or killed? Here’s a tip: don’t invade other countries for spurious reasons and call it “liberation” when the people are obviously not in a hurry to be liberated by your country. We didn’t even hide our covert plan to be the bosses of everybody on the planet this time – we just went over and started bombing the hell out of them.
I like how the news programs aren’t even pretending to unbiased. All the anti-war protestors are evil and don’t care about the troops that are giving their lives for this stupid fucking war. Whereas, our Great Leader is sainted, guided by the hand of god to righteousness, and most certainly isn’t doing this for OIL. Fuck him, fuck them, fuck this war, fuck all the people who seem to have lost their bullshit detectors in the wave of pseudo-patriotism. Seriously, if they’re having to dig around now, after we’ve already gone in and started fucking their shit, to find some pathetic scrap of evidence so that all the other people in the world don’t rise up and righteously take us off the face of the planet for being assholes, this war wasn’t about anybody’s freedom. It was about money, just like it has been every single time we’ve marginalized third-world countries that couldn’t really fight back.
The only thing that has made me happy with all the coverage of our bullshit war was Michael Moore’s speech at the Academy Awards last night. “Shame on you, Mr. Bush!” Man, when that little actress read that his movie won the Oscar, you could see her mouth pucker up. He’s right. And let me reiterate: the whole world doesn’t think we’re assholes because they’re all ignorant swine; they think we’re assholes because we’re assholes. All the foreigners who won awards but didn't show? They didn't show because we're assholes.
I am also bitter because it’s looking like our drummer might be shipped off soon. He’s not going to be a very good drummer if he doesn’t have any fucking arms, is he?
All the people who say that supporting the troops means you have to support the war, because they’re fighting for something they believe in? That’s ignorant bullshit. My drummer doesn’t believe in this war – he joined the military because bumfuck Iowa doesn’t have many options if you don’t have college money or scholarships. He was one of the many in the military who got suckered in with promises of college if/when they served their time. He has two years to go before he can get out, and he might just die for this war that is really about how to spread the wealth around to the wealthy. So I feel for the troops, and I do support them, because I know there’s at least a few that are stuck in situations built only of lack of opportunity.
Let me give you a few facts: do you know who has contracts to re-build Iraq when they’re done fucking it to pieces? Halliburton. And who used to be the CEO of Halliburton, and still owns a controlling share of the stock? Dick Cheney. This selfsame company is already doing the armed forces’ laundry, contracting Iraqi civilians to do the labor for 50 cents a day, charging the U.S. government at least minimum wage. Anyone with any business savvy can look this shit up – it’s not like it’s being pulled out of the anti-war side’s asses. So many otherwise intelligent people are supporting this war for very ignorant reasons, and fully have their blinders on.
Nobody is arguing that Saddam is a bad person, but why are we going after him now? The much-touted diplomacy that Bush bleats about that we’ve been trying on Iraq pretty much consisted of two things: covert bombing, and sanctions so that the people can’t even get chlorine for their water. They can’t get most antibiotics, the country is littered with depleted uranium, children are dying from simple things like diarrhea, and you’re sitting in front of your computer, on your comfy chair, talking about what an evil man Saddam is? He’s had these weapons forever, and believe me we knew about them if they existed. My question is, so? If we’re going to get on our high horses and attack his country, what about Saudi Arabia? They’re equally as reprehensible, have the same weapons, and we’re doing nothing. Why? Because they are willing to fuck over their people so we can have our oil.
In conclusion: do some fucking research before you start spouting shit off about the war. If you’re watching the television news, you are fucking ignorant. Because guess what? Most of those news programs are on television stations owned by companies who stand to realize a huge profit from this war. Not exactly unbiased reporting, and it’s in their best interest to keep you ignorant.
******************************* This week-end, I busted one of my knuckles. It doesn’t hurt today, but I find it indicative of my entire weekend, as well as the past couple of weeks.
My mother left my father on Wednesday, March 12. She took her bed, a cat, a loveseat, a chair, and her personal effects. Thankfully, at the last minute, she realized that she shouldn’t be involving me in this bullshit to the extent that she was – asking for help moving, etc. I was spared having to help her move, and she agreed no good would come of letting my father know I had prior knowledge of this event. She warned me a couple days beforehand of when she was going to tell him, so that I would not be surprised.
My father called me afterwards, hopeful, always hopeful. "I'm going to turn my life around so that this will only be temporary. I'm going to lose weight, clean this house, and become more proactive."
But we both felt the inevitable sinking; he was just trying to be strong, still in the first stage of grief. Two nights later, he was almost in tears while he told me, "She didn't have to do it this way. I just wanted her to be there."
He told me that he hasn't really been happy since we lived in Italy 22 years ago. I explained to him what a submissive is.
We cleaned the kitchen today (hewantsittobecleansoshewillsee), and she called me, asking when I'd visit her.
"When I don't have to pay to see you."
