I've had the urge to write several times recently, but never at the right times. So now that I have time, I have no ideas. I wish I could not sleep. Then I'd have time for everything. I'd take 40 years of continuous awesome - let's skip the third that I'll sleep through anyhow. Work, school, family and I'm losing my ability to write candidly. I feel like I get great one-sentence ideas, but can't complete a thought without losing track of what I sought to illuminate in the first place. I ramble, but nothing really resonates.
Memories of burnt flesh. What's with this country? Buncha crackers with lemon tea tearfully suggesting that some righteous struggle against evil began a decade ago. It's the same low-brow bullshit we've been fighting for for 60 years - because world-wide democracy will pacify our perceived enemies, right? No. As long as there is a split between those who have and those who have not, there will be suspicion and the hatred that goes with it will have us fighting the same futile battles again and again.
War is a purely hateful endeavor. There is no just war. There are no ends that justify war by any means. War is the tool by which weak minded peoples control the masses.
-RKM
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