a letter i wrote, because i can
Doc,
my god man. this iraq thing is driving me crazy. please allow me to ramble on about the strange things that populate my mind when i unleash it on world politics.
the issue standing before me is trying to deal with the "fuck we are stuck" aspect. i had a billion and one reasons not to do it, but such sentiments are drivel and finger-pointing reserved for televised political garbage.
so we are fucking stuck. something completely different from vietnam and korea and we are spread out on two countries in one of the worst parts of the world. It gives me the willies and makes me ponder visions of my own. sometime during the cold war, a quote was thrown out from a former CCCP persona that stated, "that invading america could never happen, because every house would be like a bunker." We are simply involved in a policing action where the thugs have anti-tank rockets, heavy caliber small arms and bombs, instead of a few semi-auto guns and the occasional Molotov cocktail. If teenagers can procure AK's, pipe bombs and intricate plans on how to hit a well known and specific neighborhood target, i'm sure you know (and have documented as such) how horrifying being on the streets in any given Iraqi town can be.
While I don't believe such actions will hit home anytime soon, it is a bit sobering (even though I am quite fucked up) to unleash your cranial capacity, think of the worst and cringe at the images such a position must be.
strategically speaking it�s a nightmare. resupply taking days or even weeks. i work for a shipping company god damn it! i have stories of guardsman returning form 6 month stints and trying to ship privately purchased body armor; pallets worth of material and enough to equip hundreds of soldiers and me having to tell them, "sorry pal, because you are not a government recognized shipper with the appropriate forms and approvals you can't ship this to someone who is about to make the news as casualty number 876." It breaks my fucking heart man. these are americans, let alone that they are people; human beings that made it 19 years before some zealot blew up his truck and shot him in the head because he was driving some fresh socks to soldiers that don't want to be there in the first place.
a thousand and counting just in Iraq, not to mention the forgotten Afghanistan (although Pat Tillman put that piece of real estate on the map again, now didn't he?) and Iraqi casualties...
so here i sit strung out between a retarded lunatic of a president, the other guy with the Jay Leno head and i let the massive mess that iraq and afghanistan wash over me and I think we are totally fucked. we simply have to stand around for a large number of years and be the whipping boy for a pissed off world as we try and stand two countries back on their own feet and for what? because we are a blood thirsty country and have been fighting since our feet hit the ground running. because our country is so spoiled, coddled and brain washed that we need to pump in billions of dollars back into our own economy because we can no longer afford to support ourselves. Fuck all that shit.
This has never made dual citizenships and off shore bank accounts sound so good, eh mate? the 3% that have all the wealth know this and as soon as this massive pit of despair hits the proverbial fan, you bet your ass they will be saying, "my name is John Smith and I'm French" in three seconds flat. It makes me wonder how close we really are to the brink. history shows that you can't take on the world and win eventually you over extend, over exert and get your ass kicked by someone who wants to win just a little bit more than you do.
people often wonder why bill clinton is my hero. in short, he was a charismatic man not beyond lying to the american populace about things we could not control and doing his best to stimulate our economy in a way that Regean never managed to fake. when he took one look at what was going on, he gave up and decided to fuck interns and let it all ride baby. I am betting if you got sloshed with old slick willy he'd admit that he has no idea how he made it his full 8 years. I heard tales of debauchery were committed just before he left the house that is white. apparently the place was in shambles when the bush's checked in. i can also attribute al gore's "it's your fucking problem" attitude when he went into hiding, wrote lots of letters and grew a beard in the mountains. i'm surprise he didn�t' come out of that mailing packages to old college professors, ala, theodore.
in closing, it makes buying a fake canadian passport, national flag and learning how to say, "dont shoot me i'm canadian" in as many different languages as possible, committing massive credit card fraud and fleeing the country to live a life as an outlaw on the run in the depths of some former soviet union republic seem like a damn fine idea.
i pray (if i was that kind of person) that things are well off enough for me to write about this mess like Doc Thompson did about the '72 election. this place is cursed, Babylon is burning and i for one need to eat, drink and be marry (or at least fuck her) before the final curtain falls.
salutations from the southwest my friend,
the mad prophet.
P.ost M.ortem - friends of mine are moving to Virginia in the near future and based on a few contacts here and there that I have managed to establish, i think an east coast sojourn may be in order next summer. if not, floor space can be provided here in the desert. be safe. big brother is always watching.
P.ost M.ortem M.ortem - christ man, it just occurred to me that I didn't even get to ramble on about how we need to get Israel to teach Iraq how to run their Security forces. another time, perhaps?
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