Whence you throw your lot in is your business. I was simply demonstrating that squishing people who do not support this Goddamned, idiotic, pre-fabricated, bullshit war into one - ostensibly - unpatriotic group is a tactic that your side of the fence has been living and dying with for the whole of this misbegotten administration.
People who think that using human beings for cannon fodder, (in order to keep a pack of fat, grey, oil C.E.O.s eating caviar) is an activity that is beneath contempt, can be complex, too. You know?
I still get a lump in my throat on Veteran's Day. I still feel a mixture of pride and sadness when I see the simple rows of white headstones at Arlington.
When I read that the soldiers on watch at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, after being informed that they were excused from their duty due to the dangerous weather conditions brought on by hurricane Isabelle, refused to leave their posts. Posts that have been guarded 24 hours a day since 1930.
When they took the flag off of my father's funeral urn and folded it in that triangular, military fashion and passed it to my sister.
I really do love my country. That's why I'd like to see the pack of wolves, sitting at it's helm as I write this, tarred and feathered.
My old man, and countless thousands of others, fought in a war to keep a group of madmen from conquering the known world. To stop people who turned human beings into lampshades and quick lime mulch because they worshipped a god with a different name. People who systematically gassed and murdered innocent human beings, plundered the whole of Europe, and almost brought the Western world to it's knees with sheer brutality.
This... war we have, and the administration that fabricated it, is an insult to the intelligence of the American people and the dignity and bravery of every soldier who ever laid down his life to keep alive the idea that man should be governed by law and have freedom of choice as to whom they will allow to govern them.
It's a sucker's game with a lot of Johnny-come-lately flag waving, woohoo idiots barking at anything they are told is "the enemy."
And for that, Mssr's. Bush, Cheney and company can kiss my fat white ass.
You may not like that that quasi-literate, sign waving dumbass in the photograph, but be that as it may; he is the epitome of the front man for your team.
But enough of this... What do you say we get a six pack and go beat the shit out of some protestors?
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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.
