Comic Wars
"Ay me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love."
A slightly obscure fact about me is that I did a comic for the university paper my last semester in college. But still, as the cartoonist/warrior, I can't help but shake my head to think that people are dying in Europe and the Middle East over cartoons. It makes so not sense.
Where do I begin on the ridiculousness? The fact that people are becoming violent because someone jested that they were violent? Way to prove yourselves wrong, guys. How about the fact that a newspaper in Iran is running a contest to see who can come up with the best Holocaust cartoon. Oh wait, wouldn't that mean having to admit it happened?
Wars and the warrior are subjects I've been given first-hand lessons in lately. It's so odd, the completely different world that lies on the inside of the military line. I can honestly say I had no idea. But, I am at least grateful to be able to say it's made me rethink things.
I really don't know what the point of all this is, I'm rambling. I guess I just wanted to say, I'm discovering things. Things about the nature of war and death. Because hell, as weird as it seems to say, that's the business I'm in now. And I say that with heavy sorrow. Not because of my choice, but the fact that it was a choice I had to make. Human beings are supposed to be this wonderful, amazing thing. Why would someone want to reduce themselves to something lower, no matter how hard they had to work to earn that beauty?
There are so many things I want to say, and I find myself unable to say them. I guess I'm just trying to say, that lately things are more real for me. That the fact that evil is such a tragedy strikes me in new ways. I had a life where I only wrote about it, fought it in the realm of the mind rather than the body. The thought that keeps going on in my mind is that I'm not meant for this.
The truth is, no one was.
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love."
A slightly obscure fact about me is that I did a comic for the university paper my last semester in college. But still, as the cartoonist/warrior, I can't help but shake my head to think that people are dying in Europe and the Middle East over cartoons. It makes so not sense.
Where do I begin on the ridiculousness? The fact that people are becoming violent because someone jested that they were violent? Way to prove yourselves wrong, guys. How about the fact that a newspaper in Iran is running a contest to see who can come up with the best Holocaust cartoon. Oh wait, wouldn't that mean having to admit it happened?
Wars and the warrior are subjects I've been given first-hand lessons in lately. It's so odd, the completely different world that lies on the inside of the military line. I can honestly say I had no idea. But, I am at least grateful to be able to say it's made me rethink things.
I really don't know what the point of all this is, I'm rambling. I guess I just wanted to say, I'm discovering things. Things about the nature of war and death. Because hell, as weird as it seems to say, that's the business I'm in now. And I say that with heavy sorrow. Not because of my choice, but the fact that it was a choice I had to make. Human beings are supposed to be this wonderful, amazing thing. Why would someone want to reduce themselves to something lower, no matter how hard they had to work to earn that beauty?
There are so many things I want to say, and I find myself unable to say them. I guess I'm just trying to say, that lately things are more real for me. That the fact that evil is such a tragedy strikes me in new ways. I had a life where I only wrote about it, fought it in the realm of the mind rather than the body. The thought that keeps going on in my mind is that I'm not meant for this.
The truth is, no one was.