My first diary. It's not very long because, well, I try not to think about anything for too long over here. It reminds me of a Cake song. I don't remember the exact words, but I like to think of it as...distract, distract, distract, but I digress.
Anyway, there's an old tradition in the Army whereupon a salute and motivational cliche is spoken. The response is usually related. I'm not sure where the opener came from in this one, but I made up the response, see if you can figure it out :)
Shootem' In The Face, Sir!
My DW has been trying to get me to write, but I just haven't found the will. I guess I haven't been angry enough, but many times I have felt...what's the point? Why bother taking the time when it doesn't seem like it will change anything. Sometimes I feel like writing, a lot, but lose interest when I think about the effort trying to support my arguments, editing, etc. I guess with that in mind I will just keep my first few short and simple.
My point...I'm so sick about reading how the rethuglicans say not approving an open-ended military spending bill is somehow consistent with not supporting the troops! What fucking fantasy land are they living in??? Oops, can I cuss on here? I usually don't, because some people think intelligent arguments don't require it, but fuck it, war is hell you know. I cannot express just how ridiculous that statement sounds, I mean, have they ever spent, well going on 7 months, in a fucking war torn country with no end in sight? Have they ever lost a friend, make that three now for me, to a highly questionable cause?
I'm angry, so angry, angry that a lot of the hate I feel never existed even after 9-11, which had a profound effect on me btw, least of all that it was my B-day. It has a lot to do with this idiotic military solution to an obviously political problem, especially considering the total fucking apathy Iraqi politicians have for doing their fucking jobs while American blood runs on their streets and their fucking citizens believe it's justified to attack us!
Fuck'em