9-11

There are two days I remember clearly over the last 12 years.

September 11 and our wedding day. I remember everything about those days.

Everything in between (and up to now) I can’t tell if it happened in 2007, 02, 10, or 08. I have no idea.

But, those two dates are set and everything else is random stuff, not that it isn’t significant, maybe stuff is a bad word to use, but it’s all out of order. There aren’t too many other dates over the last 12 years that I can definitively say “This happened on This Day in the Year X” or for me I’m happy if I get the season or maybe even the year right (+/- 4 years).

Dates don’t concern me. Events do. Yet these two significant events changed my brain, they changed something significant about me, somehow. There is a before and after.

So on the eve of September 11 lets look out at the world and say, “you know what? I want to go through ANOTHER FUCKING WAR because Iraq and Afghanistan were just fucking spectacular, Syria is gonna be a cakewalk. No lives needlessly wasted, no total destruction, no quagmire is too much for this old chap. Bomb it. Fuck it. Wait…Bomb it and then fuck it. Who cares? AMERICA!”

Let’s put bullets into skulls where they fucking belong, that’s what I want. I want another 12 years of constant war. I was 24 when these wars started, I’m 36 now. I can’t wait to look back when I’m 48 and say… “FUCK YES it was a great 24 years of war. TWENTY FUCKING FOUR YEARS OF CONSTANT WAR.”

It’s been nothing but war and death in shitty countries on the other side of the world. Is the world a better place now? WHO FUCKING CARES. IT … DOESN’T … MATTER. We’ve got bunker busters and bomblets ripping through Afghan farmers as we speak. For freedom! For America! DRONES FOR FREEDOM!

What do I have to do to get more fucking death and destruction masquerading as peace? Let’s defund everything. Education, healthcare, social security, Medicare, fucking let all it go. Channel that hippie socialist peacenick CASH into guns and rockets. What do I have to give up to feel more secure?

We’ve got limbless soldiers and vets with the taste of gun oil on their tongues. For what? Freedom? A better world? If this is fighting for freedom, I don’t know a better way then to shatter the bodies and minds of everyone, guilty and innocent alike.

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