Sometimes it's more than I can handle...
Saturday, November 13th, 2004 03:03 amI'm so sick of this war. This crime against humanity. I will be very disappointed if Bush gets his little victory and waves his little flag. I mean beyond what he has already proclaimed with Mission Accomplished a year ago. The end of Control Room found me feeling a little emotional. I'm so sick of these images of war showing the American troops for what they are. Pawns for this administration. I'm sickened by the fact that Kurds are looting Iraq and Baghdad. I'm sickened that we bombed Al Jazeera and other journalists. I'm even more sickened that we killed an al Jazeera reporter and then claimed it was in retaliation for gunfire. It makes me sick. It makes me sad. An al Jazeera journalist said that soon the world will have no place for people like him. People who speak softly and with reason. The world will just take things into its own hands. Cut to an image of an Iraqi child sick of the violence and spewing his own violence. It should cut then to November 3rd when journalists were telling Democrats that we need to change the way we are and stand up and be exactly what the Republicans are in order to get votes. No, I say no. NO. No. No. I will not bend to their level. I will continue to fight the good fight even if it is an uphill battle and I get no headway at all. It's the righteous fight and I endeavor to live my right regardless of if I win or not. At least it will not have been in vain. Perhaps I can inspire someone along the way. Or perhaps the Americans will bomb me and say that I fired first. Only to march into my capital with their Yankees who pretend to be from the South. Those fools toppling Saddam's statue weren't even Iraqis. They didn't have Iraqi accents. I'm sick of it. WHY? What is the point of it all? I don't need spin. I don't need justifications. If there isn't a reason, why did we do it? Why do we not now protect the Iraqis? We took out their capital and continue to fight them. It's so sad. It's so frustrating that I am powerless. All I want is my government to answer to me. Not me answer to my government. Government, I lead a clean life. I live a straight life. My mission in life is to be able to sleep at night. And in response to the conversation today at work, no, I do not dream about my job. I dream about other things. I don't think about the job when I'm not there. There are people in the world dying. Oddly enough I find myself with more on my mind about which to dream.
I still can't bring myself to read the news yet
~Bas
I still can't bring myself to read the news yet
~Bas