Will Somebody Please Tell Me Why This War Is So Awesome?

I have some things I'd like to say to the people who, when it comes to America at war in Iraq, claim, as the song goes...

"I proudly stand up next to you and defend her still today"

Yeah I'm talking to the people that say "we're over there for a reason" and "we're fighting a war on terror" or "we're fighting them over there so we won't have to fight them over here".

I would like to ask the people that say we’re there for a reason, what’s the reason?

I remember this one guy (in Florida) once said to me, “I hate people that are against the war, they don’t know what we’re doing over there”. He immediately followed it up with a joke. Let’s see if I can do it justice through words. “Want to see me to an impression of an Iraqi? La La La La La *explode*” I laughed a lot or not at all? Pick one.

Ok here’s another question. How do you fight terror? Someone please tell me. Because I honestly need someone to come to my house and help me fight my Ophidiophobia (look it up). I mean who would have thought you can fight fear. Next time a movie tries to make me jump I'm going to yell "FUCK THAT, if this movie scares me than the terrorists have won".

"A war on terror is like a war on jealousy" - David Cross

If people claim they'll "proudly stand up next to you and defend her still today" than why aren't they over there. Why are the majority of soldiers over there teenagers. teenagers who are losing limbs and fighting a war they will be forever brainwashed into thinking it's for a reason.

Let me explain my feelings. I've seen some unsettling documentary's recently that have, for lack of a better term, churned my stomach. I've known most of this stuff the documentary had shown me already but watching them just kind of mixed my emotions all over again.

Picture this. You've been at war for months, maybe years. You don't know your friends back home anymore, you probably don't know what your newborn child looks like and they sure as hell have no idea who you are. All you have is you, and your fellow friends you've made in Iraq.

You're walking with a comrade outside of a mess hall. You're talking about random things to keep things going. Family, sports, movies whatever.

BAM!!!

You're now on the ground. You can't see anything but grey. You're trying to breathe but every breath you take feels like there's a fire in your lungs. Your legs hurt. You try crawling through the dust trying to find a way out. You're confused. You find an object on the ground. It feels some how familiar to you. You wait just a second and the dust settles. You figure out it's the person you were just talking with, but only half of him. From that point you feel yourself being grabbed and you black out.

You wake up in a hospital bed. You think back and realize your friend must have died. When you look down in shock you notice that you now have one leg.

You are now sent home. Home to shitty health insurance, friends who are proud of you and don't know you and maybe a girlfriend/boyfriend or spouse that may have cheated on you while you were gone. Plus, because the pay sucked, you now have to get a job. Not a good one either. A job at a gas staion, or convenience stores, or maybe even The Big Yellow Joint.

Here's a good sign that this war is a bad idea. everybody hates us now. We used to be America the liberators now we're America the greedy. Remember how we treated the French when they didn't join us in Iraq? Well if you've forgotten, we changed the name of French fries to freedom fries.

New slogans for us

America, the Greedy

America, the good doers

America, we're always right

America, home of the shitty healthcare

America, sign up to go to war and than bend over

America, do you have any oil?

Let me just say that there aren't that many people that want in anymore. A lot of people think we're assholes. I will tell you the people who do want in. Mexicans. So let's build that wall. Let's keep the only people that want in out. And to all the soldiers who are on their way home, I'll be seeing you at The Big Yellow Joint.