Sunday, May 24, 2009
Remember what, exactly? As I was taught, this is the day we commemorate the people (men, women, babies) who died in wars. We recall their sacrifice, isn't that it? OK dig:
I hear: "I don't support the war but I support our brave soldiers in Iraq" or thereabouts.
When I hear this I look for my lobotomy ice-pick and hope that person is using one. You WHAT???
You don't like fighting or killing, but you like the fighters and killers. Explain please. Explain explain explain.
How about "I don't support rape but I baked cookies for our brave rapists." What's worse, killing or rape? What's the difference.
This should be "Educate Day" so people can understand the truth behind our high-sounding words in those sacrosanct documents we keep mummified in Washington, with the rest of the mummies.
While we're at it - instead of looking to the cartoon we call a President, why not discover who really runs this great brave biggest and baddest-on-the-block country, and the world for that matter. Google "Bilderberg Group" or Freemasons (our sainted forefathers) or just put aside the romance of war we've been programmed to "support" and just think a minute. Think:
You have a very few, perhaps 125 empowered monied elite, who control everything, they are butcher bankers and they are mostly the Bank of England which of course, still owns USA, Inc. When you talk about soldiers you're not talking about real sacrifice. To make a sacrifice you must be fully informed before making that choice. No one sent to kill others and be killed has the complete knowledge base, they truly believe they're "doing it for my country" or "upholding the standards of liberty and justice" which, by the way, we never had.
When did this country have a true democracy? When? Do you see one in action anywhere in the world?
When was this country, or YOU for that matter, ever free?
When did the servants take back the power? I thought I've been awake since the 60's when we screamed "Peace now!" in the streets like idiot children. I thought I was helping, being pro-active, stopping war in the name of ....Liberty? Justice? Hell no, I was a teenaged hippie all I wanted was to rebel and piss off my parents - like all kids.
So they fight for freedom, right? Okay.
When you bake cookies for a soldier, you help support the machinery that makes the war he or she is fighting possible. Yes even on that small scale. On ANY scale of support, you are saying "Kill the bastards, and come home safe." Irony of ironies!
You're part of the hot lead in that gun he holds to fire at his brother the so-called enemy and misses him and hits his infant baby and in a father's rage he fires at you and splat you're dead and someone has to tell your mother it was all so brave, so just, all for democracy, all for liberties, all for the sacred trust he thought he entered into.
Bull crap. All I see is dead humans.
Don't look at me like that - I almost signed onto this insanity in 1969 when "Peace Now!" wasn't doing squat and I thought, "Gee if I was OVER there in Nam, maybe I could do some good." Yeah, I could make peace by supporting war. What a dance we do around this whole thing, eh?
Are you still dancing?
I could've killed someone. And they would've given me a freeking medal. Is that RIGHT????
They give medals.
They give folded flags to crying mothers, too.
What if we all just said "No". What if every human on this planet could come to an agreement that war only makes certain people very very rich and does nothing much else but cause blood to spill and we're just not having it anymore?
What if you could say "I don't support war, so I can't support the warriors who fight it" what if you could really mean that in your heart of hearts? Wouldn't something have to change? Wouldn't "they" have to stop the military industrial complex machinery and find other ways to keep getting richer?
It's not complicated, though they'd like you to believe it's beyond your socio-political grasp. But it's not. We can really have true peace. We can keep our blood in our bodies.
Dare to think about it my friend. Peace, now.
Posted by Cathy at 4:28 PM