my fathers died

mood: infuriated
music: aunt pat in the next room
CPCetc: racist, sexist, -- argh!!!1

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I don't know how many of you read the Panty-poop. Honestly, I try to avoid it. But today... Today I made the mistake of glancing at the headline. Would you care to see it? Oh, I bet you would.

'Bush to war mom: We must finish job'

...Have you all had a chance to look that over? Yeah? Lovely. I'd just like to highlight a few of the statements made by the great leader of our country. Okay? Okay. Ahem.


'Pulling troops out would send a terrible signal to the enemy.' And what signal would that be, Mr President? It seems to me to be something along the lines of 'We're sick of killing innocents and will go back to our own damn country now'. Or maybe 'We've stolen enough of our oil and are actually going to get the good sense to use our own now that we've exploited your land and impoverished our people. So long and thanks for all the fish!'. Or even 'Yeah, we really are the yellow-bellied scallies you think we are and we really don't have any reason to fuck with your government. And now we've killed enough of each other to stop proving that to you and are going to go home to fix our own problems, like union laws and environmental issues and this whole fiasco with *scoff* people in love wanting to get married. Those crazy kids...'

'This is America. She has a right to her position. And I've thought long and hard about her position.' See, I'm having a really hard time keeping myself from saying that you're lying. Because, and this is just crazy, man! But you really don't seem to be listening at all. And I'm sure you think it's the same thing. Now, if you'd actually thought about her position (which, may I just mention, happens to be the position of at least half of your country), you'd realise that, yeah. You really are killing people senselessly. You really are sending everyone's sons and daughters to die. Horribly. And you can't ship home their bodies because, ha! You can't find all the pieces! Oops! Sorry!

But this is my favourite, Georgie-boy. This really takes the cake. 'And it would be a mistake for the security of this country and the ability to lay the foundations for peace in the long run if we were [to pull out].'

...Since when do you give a flying fuck about peace?

Look, I know that you don't give one shite about me. I know that I'm a dirty red and a fag and a kike and poor as fuck and you couldn't care less about whether I live or die or go to uni or manage to survive past the age of seventeen. And I know I'm a minor and minors have no rights. And I know that if I ever had the ability to act on the things I believe in, you'd put me away, call me a traitor and have me shot.

But I was born here, too. As much as I hate the fact, I'm still a yank. Even if I do agree with Marx. Even if I do shag girls. Even if I do wear a star around my neck and pity Fagin. And the fact that you want to send my friends off to some desert to get shot or bombed or raped and murdered just so you can feel better about yourself for being a repressed, pain-in-the-ass, rascist, sexist, cowardly, fuck-ass daddy's boy really pisses me off. And I don't care if you're supposed to be the most powerful man in the world. There's not an ounce of you that hasn't been corrupted. And there's not a fibre of your being that actually feels loved. And I would pity you. I really would. But you're a murderer, Mr Bush. And I know for a fact that your god's got a circle of his hell with your name on it.

Try sending your kids off to Iraq. Then come tell me how we're doing some good over there.