i propose creating an elaborate and perpetual hoax in order to thwart evangelicals. we have the technology. just round em all up and pretend like it's armageddon. give em white robes stained with lamb's blood and everything. then march them out to some deserted island someplace and say, chosen ones, welcome to paradise. see you in a thousand years. they'll be happy. we'll be happy. and the world will be a whole lot better off.
on the other hand, it's Armistice Day, also known as "Veteran's Day" in the U.S.A. except here in the U.S. it appears to be a holiday marked not by veneration, but by politicizing.
mr. bush, why do you use a day marking the end of a 'great' war to do some more warmongering?
i think about this poem every Armistice Day so i thought i would share it.
Because back home in Tennessee
I was a champeen shot,
They made a sniper outa me
An' ninety krouts I got:
I wish to Christ I'd not!
Athinkin' o' them blasted lives
It's kindo' blue I be;
Them lads no doubt had kids an' wives
An' happy home like me:
Them stiffs I still can see.
Aye, ninety men or more my hand
Has hustled down to hell;
They've loaded me with medals and
They tell me I done well:
A hero for a spell.
But Heaven help me to forget
Them fellow men I've slain,
The bubbling flow of blood I've let . . .
I'll never kill again:
To swat flies gives me pain.
Just let me dream when we will see
And end of soldierin';
When flags of famous victory
Will be amoulderin':
An' lethal steel an' battle blast
Be nightmares of the past.
Robert William Service (1874-1958)
This post is a bitch du jour.
This post is a political tirade.
