I just lost another good friend of mine to this fucking war. That's two kids I grew up with, in the last 6 months.
But as bad as I feel about losing my friends, I mourn more for the Iraqis.
Nobody forced my friends to go to Iraq. Nobody made them volunteer for this debacle.
But the Iraqis don't have a choice. They awake to the mess we've made everyday.
And they don't just lose soldiers. They lose mostly civilians. Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers. Children, babies, death death nothing but death and blood and destruction and chaos every single day.
When my friends die, when any U.S. soldier dies their bodies are returned home in shiny boxes draped in U.S. flags. Their funerals are big community events, with big funeral precessions and candlelight vigils and special news reports on local T.V. stations and heartwarming stories of sacrifice in newspapers.
When Iraqis die, it is a fucking sidenote in 15 second news breaks in between American Idol results and Natalee Holloway updates. Many times, their bodies are never found, they simply disappear. Or when they do find the bodies, they are often not identifiable, or are missing limbs, or heads.
They are so fucking saturated with death. It is like the Nasdaq or the Dow Jones of murder. The body count on an endless fucking scroll that never stops, merely increases or decreases. Mostly increases. It's a bull fucking market my friends.
Let's take the great state of Texas. This state has given us so many wonderful people and things over the years. Capital punishment, George W. Bush.
Texas has about the same population as Iraq.
Let's imagine for a moment that Texas was Iraq.
Imagine you live in Texas.
Imagine turning on the news and hearing this:
"37 Texans were killed today in a suicide bombing today at a church."
"21 civilians were killed this morning in a mortar attack in a shopping center in Houston. 67 were injured."
Now imagine hearing these types of reports...day after day after day.
Imagine if in the last 3 years, 38,000 texans died as a result of violent deaths. Well, it was actually much more than that, but the government and media didn't feel it was necessary to keep track of such petty details.
Imagine if an average of 50 people were getting murdered in Texas every day as a result of violence. 1500 a month.
Imagine if the whole time this was happening, the government continued to insist that everything was fine. That progress was being made.
I'm so fucking tired of the same bullshit spin.
I'm so tired of the death and the war, and I don't even live in it or experience it. I just read the stories, I read Baghdad Burning and the many blogs and the news stories and it breaks my fucking heart, brings me to tears often that there is nothing I can do about it.
All I can do is sit in my comfortable chair, in my lame little existence, my life that gives me problems that I actually have the nerve to complain about, when there are so many suffering so much.
My friends, Brian and Wil...they gave their lives for this country. It's just too bad that this country is wrong. Dead wrong, and the citizens are wrong and stupid and apathetic, and now two wives don't have husbands and two kids don't have fathers. They are rotting in the ground, fucking worm food, for what? So that Iraq could have a civil war? So that Iraq can be controlled by a theocratic democracy? So that we could create a magical terrorist factory, wherein normal peaceful people go in and come out as angry suicidal murderers?
To Brian and Wil...and your families: Pam, Eric, Alex, Gina, Richie, Sheila, Grant.
And to the hundreds of thousands of Iraqis that will remain nameless...murdered because of our reckless arrogance. The faceless statistics that scroll across the screen while you watch Condoleeza and her gap fucking teeth explain to us that it really was worth it to create World War 3.
No mile long funeral precessions for you...no special articles in the local newspaper. You are just another dead brown Muslim.
Well not to me you aren't. And not to a lot of us. This stupid sleeping country is finally snapping out of it. Even the most mentally retarded of children can learn that HOT WATER BURN BABY.
We are going to win back this goddamn government and we're going to take back our country. Because if we don't, I don't think I can go on calling myself an American. And when we take back power, if there is any justice in this world, the chickenhawks...the scoundrels who led us into this debacle will be tried and executed as the fucking war criminals that they truly are.
To my fallen friends...and to the fallen Iraqis...may you finally recieve your peace in the afterlife..the peace you so rightly deserve.