So uh, yeah. Today's the 10th, tomorrow's the 11th. November 11th, Remembrance Day here in Canada. Remembering the slaughter of the two World Wars, as well as, if you're a slightly responsible person in any way, every other conflict since. Mainly WWII of course, I mean, that's where you get all the poppy business to begin with, on one of the war fields with John Flanders and such.
So one of the slogans that goes with Remembrance Day is 'Lest we forget'. Okay, that's reasonable. Makes sense. Shouldn't forget those who died for us and our freedoms. World War II, by the way, is a war I can agree with fighting. A war against racist fascists being the Nazi party, who have made it their business to eradicate a whole classification of people. If they wanted to do that, hell, their own selves would have been a good section of the population to wipe out. But all in all, an actual cause to go to war, a means towards an end. The agressors were militaristic and would respond in only such a fashion in return. There was to be no compromise, as is often the way when you're dealing with persons of less than credible sanity, such as Hitler... or George Bush.
Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself, hold on. Looks like this might finally turn into my big problem with September 11th.
But as I was saying... and as you've forgotten already and may need to scroll back up to recall... 'Lest we forget', slogan for Remembrance Day.
Well World War II has a slogan of it's own:
'Never Again'.
Never again. Well what does that mean? Never again should we take up arms to prevent a senseless slaughter of a racial minority? Well that can't be it, because it happened again in eastern Europe and NATO came in to bomb the hell out of it. And rightfully so. I doubt that was what it meant.
Perhaps... oh, PERHAPS, it was general, towards... war? Towards stupid young men wandering out into the night with a gun in their hands and dreams in their heart? That sounds plausible, doesn't it? Never again to getting INTO a warlike situation, where the levels of carnage surpass anything anyone would want to have to suffer.
I don't think anyone is going to openly say that September 11th didn't have it's carnage and loss. But the retaliation... fuck. The work of hotheads and over-macho cockbites.
Just like that, eh? Just send in the planes and send in the tanks and send in the troops and send in the bombs. Sure is a fucking thinking man's solution. If you dug Vietnam, that is.
What? Vietnam? Why is it like Vietnam? Ugh, you're not *that* dumb, are you? Look, all I'm saying is ground troops would get slaughtered in Afghanistan. Completely foreign terrain and fighting conditions where you can't tell who's A) an ally B) an enemy C) a civilian. Russia's been trying to pick these guys off for a decade! They've left the place in shambles! There's nothing left to destroy, and you can't break the spirit of the broken.
So with nothing left to trash, all that happens is that you end up killing people in their hovels. Putting on fireworks-quality blitzkriegs at 2 in the morning... well what the fuck do you THINK you're doing?! Innocent people normally SLEEP IN THEIR HOMES at night, assholes. If you keep up with that, if you try that... you're in deep shit, because just think of any of the millions of places for a terrorist to strike in America. Schools, universities, sports events, government buildings! Public fucking transit! Every bus in Chicago could explode at 3 in the afternoon a month from now.
And do you really think you're just going to get lucky and wipe ol' Osama out in one of these clumsy attacks? I got a fucking news flash for you, that bastards isn't even in the east. Nope. Why the fuck would he be? After enough of that crap, it doesn't matter how loyal you are, you're going to turn in your buddy Bin Laden.
But if you're in America, hey, no worries.
Try looking in St. Louis. I bet he's set up in a halfway decent condo. You can shove your intelligence reports up your ass... because I sure as fuck know that's what *I'd* do if I were him. Check your backyard, goofballs, then you can swing your nuts around allllll over the place and let everybody know just how big and wonderful they are. Hooray for testosterone, hooray for war!
Stupid fucks.
And that's why I fucking wear a poppy.
I wear a poppy for 'Lest we Forget', but more so for 'Never Again'.
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