Iraqi Tears, American Shame

Back in the nineties, the days of my youth, I would have been hard pressed to imagine a scenario in which I looked upon the United States in the way that I do now. I would have never dreamed that America would engage in preemptive war with no good cause whatsoever. It simply would not be possible. Not after Vietnam; no way. In March 2003 everything I thought I knew about my country was erased and replaced with a new sense of horror that I was a citizen of a country turned rotten. If within your brain there exists one half of a half of a functioning cell it would have been easy to reason that invading Iraq was a very bad idea. Instead, the greatest amongst us, who we put in charge of all of our assets, lied into existence a war that should have never been. On this day , December 2, 2011, the United States turned over Camp Victory to the Iraqi government. What cannot be turned over are the lives that have been lost during the course of this conflict. We cannot return Iraqi lives and in turn they cannot return American lives. We, the United States of America, started the War in Iraqi. We did it. It is our responsibility. It is our shame. The worst war we ever fought, with the most American casualties, was the Civil War with roughly 620,000 killed. Many, many more than that have died in Iraq because of our actions there. They, just like us, will move into a future minus many of their best and bravest because of lies and deceit. Saddam Hussein was a bad, bad man. He was a brutal son of a bitch and he killed with ease. Even his evil ass wasn't capable of killing as many Iraqis as this war has. Our bombs and bullets and high explosives did the same thing to the Iraqi people as Saddam's bombs and bullets and high explosives, they killed them. All we really accomplished was to unleash within the Iraqi society, an element of assholes that Saddam Hussein had under control. People who fancy themselves capable of enacting God's Law are beyond all reason, no man is capable of it, period. They now run amuck in Iraq, and their actions will always echo down the hallways of this shameful house we have built. Their explosions are our explosions and will be forever more. May God have mercy on us all for what we have allowed ourselves to become, it is terribly shameful.

The American Dream

I remember a time when I loved America with all of my heart. I can easily recall the days when I thought for sure that this place was indeed a bright shining city on a hill; set forth by God for the betterment of all humanity. In those days I was really riding high. I had lots of loving family, good friends, and was successful in the things I endeavoured upon. I really thought I had it figured out and that the American dream was as real as the air I breathe. Hell, now after the journey I have been on, I wonder if the air I breathe is real, and know with certainty that the American dream is not. I do not dream of acquiring earthly wealth, for it is heavy and will bound me here. I do not dream of attaining earthly fame, for it is fickle and will trick me from heaven. I do not dream of earthly power, for I realize it is no power at all. These concepts that I do not dream of, are the very same concepts that are supposed to make the American dream what it is. Wealth, fame, and power are the hallmarks of a great successful society, well, so say those who have wealth, fame, and power. People who do attain the American dream rarely ever realize the fact that to be living the dream means that they're sleeping. While they live it up and love this life, cherishing their American dreams, others suffer and die in the midst of terrible American nightmares. By succeeding in dreamland American dreamers have lost the ability to open their eyes and see the waking world. The American dream is an illusion that allows us to believe that we can attain something great in this life. It tells us that there is something other than faith that can bring goodness to us. It suspends the notion that there is not a single good one amongst us. It erases the teaching that no deed will ever justify a single one of us to our Father. The American dream is all about this world, and therefore, a terrible danger to lost souls and their journey back Home. What we should be dreaming of is helping each other. Those of us who have in spades should dream every moment of putting those spades to good use for the betterment of all. Those of us who have nothing should be dreaming of attaining, not wealth, but grace. This dream of ours has put us to sleep and drawn us far away from the Heavens. Our slumber is deep and it is beginning to appear that we might not wake up until our Master appears from the clouds.

Fuck You Penn State Rioters

It is utterly unbelievable that large groups of people rioted because of the firing of Joe Paterno. Penn State University is no longer an institution I will ever root for in anything. That old crusty bastard sat on information concerning child rape, period. How anyone could blindly throw their support behind such a character is a testament to the declining nature of the American soul. Joe Paterno's only correct course of action would have been to call the cops, but instead, he passed it up the "chain of command." Assholes talking about a state university like it's the fucking Marine Corps. Well guess what, if a Marine were to witness a child rape he or she would break the chain of command to save that child. Fuck you honorless dogs. Of all the shit there is to riot about, and you dumb pricks choose to riot the firing of someone who obstructed justice and put little children in great danger. Joe Paterno knew what was happening and so did that assistant coach who actually saw the act go down. The fucking university knew about Sandusky's inappropriate relations for years and years and did nothing. The next time you dumb asses riot, riot about your own stupidity and then shut the fuck up forever, you suck.