Showing posts with label war. Show all posts
Showing posts with label war. Show all posts

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Where's concern for American casualties?



I get bugged by all the hype in the media and on social sites concerning this 'great gun debate' to the point of nausea.  I suppose it's so easy for the privileged population to sit back and judge, debate and never really get one damned clue to what is going on in America.

When I say 'privileged' I don't mean in terms of money or wealth......I mean just being treated differently, with respect and most of us taking it all for granted.

When the rest of us are treated a certain way, with respect and just being able to do as we like, mostly, we are just fine.  But now, in 2013, usher in the people who are granted even more privilege, the sands shift, now the elite rich want everything we once had access to and suddenly, well we do not like the taste of losing rights and respect.  Pinches, don't it?

Concerning the big gun debate though, many once middle class, start to listen to the lies, the propaganda vomited out by the group called the NRA.  Why?  Well the NRA understands that Americans need to fear someone, something, fear their rights will be removed and guess what? Then Americans will turn on one another.  It takes very little for American paranoia to be whipped up these days, so the NRA understands that to improve gun sales, it has to create fears in people.  How sad the American people are so prone to such lies.  Does the NRA give a damn about my gun rights?  Hell no, it was created to help their rich, gun making friends sell more guns.  Apparently it works.

What bothers me most is this:  The U.S. government is probably the largest arms dealer in the entire world.  They sell guns to any country for money, usually those countries, once armed, turn those expensive weapons on American soldiers.  Did our government think those countries, bands of rebels or just plain international criminal types would show America gratitude for the weapons?  Oh, please!  

The Second line of thinking that bothers me is:  Are Americans so dumb they think all guns will stay legal and stay only in the hands of responsible gun owners?  Please don't try to convince me they do.  Has American education sunk so low?  Has American education failed us so miserably?  By that I mean:  How have people come to be so gullible?  How have Americans lost their power to reason, to use that thing between their ears so much that they will buy anything dished out to them?  Is our stupidity the legacy of just how powerful the corporate selling machine and its bombarding us daily with ads and sales that we are now just indoctrinated with fallacies?  This has to be the saddest state I, or probably anyone, has seen America sink to since our history began.

I saw a news article today about Sarah Palin rallying for 'gun rights.'  This is a woman who stole big money from those who believed in her. through a super PAC, she took her family on vacation on your dime and now has the unmitigated gall to tell any of us what is 'right.'  

The BIG question is this:  Why do you love rich corporations who want to steal every cent you own?  Who wish to leave you in poverty while they laugh at you for being so gullible?  Do you Honestly think that because YOU gave them your Last red cent for their guns, their poisoned food and their ammunition that THEY EARNED it all alone?  Well they've put you out of your jobs and now you show them respect?  Best count the little money you have in your wallet Before answering That question honestly!

If you think you will 'stand up against the government' one day, you better check Iraq, Libya and Afghanistan Before answering that one too.  American troops invaded entire countries, with bigger and more powerful weapons than YOU will Ever own.  Are you this delusional? If so, you are much more far gone in your brains than I once suspected.

We all have to jump in to invade another country, yet we have children dying every day on American soil.  Children suffering from as much PTSD as Any soldier in a war.  WHERE is our concern, where is American help for our own?  So if America is so concerned for rights, so Christian, why are we NOT sending in help to clean up drugs and poverty on our own streets?  Why?  Because Someone of higher privilege is Benefiting from NOT making America better.  People who live in our own midst, people who call themselves Congress and Senate members.  America, get a grip on something I like to call REALITY!

Do I think I will 'get through' to people whose brains are in the trigger of their guns, the emotions in their reptilian bodies or in the barrels of their weapons?  Nope, but I certainly hope they have an ounce of brain left to maybe, just maybe, understand facts not fallacies.  Probably a losing battle, just as lost as any battle those gun carrying people think they could win against the American government.

Why don't YOU look to see just WHO the enemy REALLY is before hating on your neighbor?  You who hate your neighbors are NOT Christian by ANY stretch of imagination either!





Saturday, January 19, 2013

For love part 4


 “Hi, are we ready to go then?” 

 “Yep, don’t wait up for me Dad.”

  I was looking over my shoulder as we headed 
for the door.

“How long you plan to be out, Sweat Pea?” 
Dad asked with a sort of accusing tone to his 
voice I'd come to know so well, like he was 
challenging me and letting me know that 
anything past midnight would be the wrong 
answer.  

 “Oh probably at least past midnight, so you 
know you need your sleep, Daddy, don't wait 
up.”

  I turned to Steve: “Dad’s health hasn’t been 
the best lately,” I explained.  

“My health is just fine,” Dad replied.  “Don’t 
you worry about me; I plan to be here a long 
time yet, Sweet pea.  Now about when you plan to come home tonight."


 I grabbed Steve’s arm, steering him to the 
front door quickly.  The sooner we left the 
better.  I had a twinge of guilt on my way to the 
door so I turned back and gave Dad a big hug 
and kiss before I followed Steve outside.


“I’m pretty sure your dad might not like me 
very much,” Steve said when we were safely 
inside his car.  
I just laughed and assured him it wasn’t personal, it 
was the fact that I told Dad he had chosen the 
Army as a career instead of an accounting job 
or something.  Steve looked at me, an 
expression of confusion crossing his face. 

 “I know it’s a contradiction, my dad being a lifer and all.  But he thinks I should have a husband, one day, with a stable job, and we will live in one place, the little house, picket 
fence, a few kids and all.   Don’t get me wrong, Dad loves the Army, but he knows it was hard for  me, all the moving and such, I know he means well.”
  

I didn’t tell Steve that my dad was sure my mom had left him because he had chosen a career in the Army.

  He and my mom used to fight often and one of my earliest memories was of them fighting, about my dad being in the 
military and gone for so many weeks at a time. 

One night, when I was 5, my mom said she was going to the store to get some milk and we haven’t seen her since. 

 I think she had a boyfriend because once when we went to the park, my mom introduced me to  a guy she told me to call, “Uncle Charlie.”  That seemed like so many, many years ago now. 

Since I haven’t known Steve very long I decided this was information he didn’t need to know; yet. 








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Saturday, December 8, 2012

A love story


When Lacey met Steve she felt an
instant attraction to him and she couldn’t get his
boyish smile out of her head. His rugged good
looks and gentle nature made her heart melt. If
it wasn’t love at first sight it sure was as close
to it as anyone could ever come and the best
part was that Steve felt the same way.

But there was a catch, her father dislikes
Steve, not personally, but what he stands for,
even though Lacey's dad and Steve are a lot
alike. 

Steve wants the Army to be his career.
Her dad was a career Army man too, but her
dad wants her to marry Jason, a boring
accountant, a nerd in Lacey’s eyes. Jason is
stable, not a career military man like Steve.

Lacey’s father wants more for her than the rag
tag moving around and never knowing if Steve
will come home from a combat zone.
Meantime Lacey’s dad seems to be feeling not
well and Lacey cannot figure it out, until one
day, her dad is rushed to the hospital and
diagnosed with kidney failure. On top of all
this, Steve hasn’t written to Lacey from
Afghanistan, where he was sent to be an
interpreter, so now she’s feeling sad over her
dad’s illness and sad over the idea that Steve may have fallen out of love with her.

Since her dad's illness she has strongly been considering
the possibility that her father was right and
maybe Jason, also a good man, will make a
better husband. Lacey wants to go to college
and study music but she is not sure her dad will
live long enough to ever see her marry if she
finishes college first.

Will Lacey ever hear from Steve, or will she
marry Jason, whom she does not love, just to
please her dying father?






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