dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a ranty rant of sorts It took superhuman strength to stop myself from arguing with the woman in the grocery store parking lot with a giant sign in her car window that said "Support our troops, they are fighting for YOUR freedom" along with a bumper sticker for the christian radio station. What the fuck? There were so many things wrong with that picture I wouldn't know where to start. I'm so weary of hearing that protesting isn't patrotic. I'm tired of hearing the people of Iraq being called terrorists for fighting back. I'm tired of having to explain all this bullshit to my kid because there is no way to make any sense of it. The kid has been getting in arguments with kids in school who think that Saddam "bin Laden" is Osama's brother. I worry about the Muslim kids at her school and wonder how they are doing and if their families live in fear. I read a blog the other day where a teacher was upset because an Iraqi boy that was in her class has disappeared. I have heard rumors that the camps used for the Japanese during WWII are open again. When I was 16 and attended a peace camp in Sweden I saw a movie made by the Japanese about the aftermath of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. That was the moment I decided I wasn't proud to be an American. I learned so much that year about my country and how we are seen by the rest of the world. I have been reading and researching and peering into the closets for a long long time and I am horrified at what has been done in the name of freedom. Only when they say freedom they really mean profit. A long time ago I worked cleaning office buildings. It was some investment company that had been all over the news saying they were divesting themselves of Union Carbide stock after the atrociities in Bhopal, India. While dusting the cubicles I saw Union Carbide's name all over everything. I made some copies and faxed them to the newspaper and the walked out the door....and never came back. I don't believe anything that the talking heads spew out on the teevee. I'm not sure if they believe what they are saying or not. I watch them sometimes to see what the propaganda of the say is. I see Rumsfeld's squinched up angry old man face and the dull and vacant gaze of the president. I see a bunch of embedded journalists trying to gain some kind of glory from the killing. I see that we are supposed to be all heartsick about the people that signed up for the military knowing full well that someday they may have to shoot at people and be shot at. There is a part of me that feels bad because they have been lied to. They were told that they could get an education and a great career from learning how to kill. They bought the big lie. There are so many who just swallow the story they are being fed. They don't question. They just want to be left alone to eat McDonald's and watch football and play video games and shop at the mall. They believe that they should find satisfaction in the things they buy. They think it would be fine to hermetically sealed inside their tract home with duct tape and plastic sheeting as long as TV reception is good so they can see the singing marine on American Idol and they can still get Pizza Hut to deliver. I am ashamed of my country and my culture and the times we live in. 12:04 p.m. - April 03, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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