Keep the faith, my friends
Thursday, November 4th, 2004 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
basildestinyWell it has been interesting read of livejournals over the last two days. And I'm sick of reading "It's time for acceptance. Time to move on." It's time to move on, but it's not time to accept. It's not time for a civil war either. But it is time to continue with our idea of holding our elected officials accountable. Our current president doesn't have to worry about running for re-election. It should be interesting to see what he does and what he truly believes in when not worried about pissing off more than half of the country.
Interesting things that I've heard about this election include Republicans holding pro Kerry signs outside of churches proclaiming that Kerry was for Gay Adoption. I miss militant hippies. The only liberals I know now are the softies that rely on intelligence to win someone over. And I'm sick of reading about how Democrats need to reinvent themselves. HOW??? Someone offer some ideas up because just saying we need to change doesn't mean a damn thing. I have been accountable. I do have morals and ethics. I just don't go to church every Sunday morning to hear about hellfire and brimstone and the evil gays are going to eat our babies. I just think we need to start standing up for ourselves more. We need to have more marches or more conventions. More something. We need to start having more fellowship with each other and build these connections in the community.
My brother is coming home next week. He got who he wanted and of course he's facing going to Iraq on ship. I hope for his sake that he isn't offloaded, but I doubt it won't happen. It's what he wanted though. Have faith in your Commanders. Good job. I think the saddest part of all of this is that he read the same book I read. He read Jarhead. It said what I already knew--that war is stupid. That wars are no longer fought by those who would benefit. They hire people out to do their fighting. As in Desert Storm, we fought for the Kuwaitis and the Saudis so they could retain their oil. We fight now for the Sauds. I find it highly unlikely indeed that those "al Qaeda" who slammed into the WTC were al Qaeda. Who gets trained to fly a plane at 530 mph about 1,000 feet or less above the ground and slam it into a building in some flight training school. Do you know what kind of amazing flying we're talking about here? Isn't it more likely that those pilots were military trained? What about the Pentagon? Is it even possible to fly a plane 2 feet above the ground without crashing it and then to leave scarcely any wreckage behind? Or how about Osama Bin Laden? You know why he looked so sickly? He has kidney failure!!!! He's on a dialysis machine. And yet we're to believe that he was the mastermind behind these attacks from a cave? His country is that advanced, is it?
And we're all to blame. Some of us had to pull more weight this election year because not all of us helped. I blame myself, people who voted for Bush, people who didn't care, and everyone else. Things will never go back to the way they were. That's the nature of life. Things change. And I'm not going to go back to not caring. I've always cared I just hadn't realized all of the things I cared about until this election year. I'm going to fight while there are still people to defend so that I'm not alone with no one left to defend me.
Yesterday it rained and I slipped and fell down some stairs onto my ass. Looking back on it, I wish I had fallen forward and broken my arm or my leg or my foot. At least then there would be something I could do about the pain, but no, I landed on my ass. Some people, most people in fact, think that it is funny. I'm trying to make the best of the pain, but it's really not funny. Your tailbone is part of your spine. I don't think I've injured it as bad as I thought because I can apply pressure to it without feeling an intense pain. So I think I just did a lot of damage. It doesn't matter. All you can do for something like this is avoid putting pressure on it and pain killers. The fun part of today will be driving to work.
West Wing...wtf was that? It made little sense and wasn't political enough for me. I miss the old writers.
Perfect Circle's album Emotive has helped me find solace and the determination to continue on with this noble fight.
From Fiddle and the Drum
And so once again/Oh, America my friend/And so once again/You are fighting us all/And when we ask you why/You raise your sticks and cry and we fall/Oh, my friend/How did you come/To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say we have turned/Like the enemies you've earned/But we can remember/All the good things you are/And so we ask you please/Can we help you find the peace and the star?/Oh my friend/We have all come/To fear the beating of your drum
Light up, light up, as if you have a choice
~Bas/J dawg
Interesting things that I've heard about this election include Republicans holding pro Kerry signs outside of churches proclaiming that Kerry was for Gay Adoption. I miss militant hippies. The only liberals I know now are the softies that rely on intelligence to win someone over. And I'm sick of reading about how Democrats need to reinvent themselves. HOW??? Someone offer some ideas up because just saying we need to change doesn't mean a damn thing. I have been accountable. I do have morals and ethics. I just don't go to church every Sunday morning to hear about hellfire and brimstone and the evil gays are going to eat our babies. I just think we need to start standing up for ourselves more. We need to have more marches or more conventions. More something. We need to start having more fellowship with each other and build these connections in the community.
My brother is coming home next week. He got who he wanted and of course he's facing going to Iraq on ship. I hope for his sake that he isn't offloaded, but I doubt it won't happen. It's what he wanted though. Have faith in your Commanders. Good job. I think the saddest part of all of this is that he read the same book I read. He read Jarhead. It said what I already knew--that war is stupid. That wars are no longer fought by those who would benefit. They hire people out to do their fighting. As in Desert Storm, we fought for the Kuwaitis and the Saudis so they could retain their oil. We fight now for the Sauds. I find it highly unlikely indeed that those "al Qaeda" who slammed into the WTC were al Qaeda. Who gets trained to fly a plane at 530 mph about 1,000 feet or less above the ground and slam it into a building in some flight training school. Do you know what kind of amazing flying we're talking about here? Isn't it more likely that those pilots were military trained? What about the Pentagon? Is it even possible to fly a plane 2 feet above the ground without crashing it and then to leave scarcely any wreckage behind? Or how about Osama Bin Laden? You know why he looked so sickly? He has kidney failure!!!! He's on a dialysis machine. And yet we're to believe that he was the mastermind behind these attacks from a cave? His country is that advanced, is it?
And we're all to blame. Some of us had to pull more weight this election year because not all of us helped. I blame myself, people who voted for Bush, people who didn't care, and everyone else. Things will never go back to the way they were. That's the nature of life. Things change. And I'm not going to go back to not caring. I've always cared I just hadn't realized all of the things I cared about until this election year. I'm going to fight while there are still people to defend so that I'm not alone with no one left to defend me.
Yesterday it rained and I slipped and fell down some stairs onto my ass. Looking back on it, I wish I had fallen forward and broken my arm or my leg or my foot. At least then there would be something I could do about the pain, but no, I landed on my ass. Some people, most people in fact, think that it is funny. I'm trying to make the best of the pain, but it's really not funny. Your tailbone is part of your spine. I don't think I've injured it as bad as I thought because I can apply pressure to it without feeling an intense pain. So I think I just did a lot of damage. It doesn't matter. All you can do for something like this is avoid putting pressure on it and pain killers. The fun part of today will be driving to work.
West Wing...wtf was that? It made little sense and wasn't political enough for me. I miss the old writers.
Perfect Circle's album Emotive has helped me find solace and the determination to continue on with this noble fight.
From Fiddle and the Drum
And so once again/Oh, America my friend/And so once again/You are fighting us all/And when we ask you why/You raise your sticks and cry and we fall/Oh, my friend/How did you come/To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say we have turned/Like the enemies you've earned/But we can remember/All the good things you are/And so we ask you please/Can we help you find the peace and the star?/Oh my friend/We have all come/To fear the beating of your drum
Light up, light up, as if you have a choice
~Bas/J dawg
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Date: 2004-11-04 10:39 am (UTC)And I think I kinda sorta sprained my ankle yesterday. Do you think we're subconciously self-injuring to dull the other pain?
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Date: 2004-11-04 04:05 pm (UTC)I think we might just be doing that because my ass is so sore and so in pain that I don't even bother to notice the pain of a broken heart. Or... at least it just makes me grit my teeth and determine to fix things in the future.
W0000t MERKA!!!!!!!!!