Debate rant
I watch a horse-faced man with unbelievably thick hair take the ten gallon hat off a cowboy's head and then proceed to knock him into next thursday.
I listen to the inane babble of news personalities pretending to be objective about this event. It doesn't matter. Someone had to win and someone had to lose. Done deal.
Are there really going to be two more of these ridiculous events? Are they even going to be useful , when it is well known that the country is already extremely polarized, and probably has been since the aftermath of 9/11?
I watched that happen. I was there, just on the threshold of hell, watching it from my living-room window. A building comes down like a giant house of cards, and I'm starkly aware of the screams, though it would be impossible to hear them from my apartment in Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan.
People died. The smoke wafted into my neighborhood. I smelled the charred remains. I gagged, and then I went numb.
And I watched as our president grieved for those who were lost, and then proceeded to wage a War on Terror. But what was a war on Terror supposed to be? Did that mean that there was going to be a war on the fear that kept New Yorkers from coming outside for months after that horrific event? Did it mean that there would be some campaign waged against the media for playing up the stereotypes of overzealous, enraged dark-skinned desert people too angry to know the kisses of their loved ones? Was this "War on Terror" supposed to be an epic struggle against the nightmares that my father had after he had to count body parts at Ground Zero, or against the insanely overused images of those planes hitting the side of a building-the images that still to this day knock the wind from my stomach and send me to my knees?
That's a war on Terror, folks. Hey Mr. President, give me some weapon to help me fight the racial profiling going on in my state thanks to your homeland security measures. Give me a squad of troops so we can liberate women held hostage by white Christian males who stand over them at abortion clinics, pretending that they know what it is to create and destroy a life that dwells within themselves. Why not fund a Minnesota core to help fight these white supremacist assholes who seek to create terrorists in our own AMERICAN children? Hell, lend me an army simply because I want to be a part of a community, and people who have to fight and die with and for each other often form the best communities, by God.
Or build me an army worthy of Mordor......
Oh yes. I watched that debate. I played with my girlfriend's hair. I thought about my life in the last two years, and then I cried.
I listen to the inane babble of news personalities pretending to be objective about this event. It doesn't matter. Someone had to win and someone had to lose. Done deal.
Are there really going to be two more of these ridiculous events? Are they even going to be useful , when it is well known that the country is already extremely polarized, and probably has been since the aftermath of 9/11?
I watched that happen. I was there, just on the threshold of hell, watching it from my living-room window. A building comes down like a giant house of cards, and I'm starkly aware of the screams, though it would be impossible to hear them from my apartment in Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan.
People died. The smoke wafted into my neighborhood. I smelled the charred remains. I gagged, and then I went numb.
And I watched as our president grieved for those who were lost, and then proceeded to wage a War on Terror. But what was a war on Terror supposed to be? Did that mean that there was going to be a war on the fear that kept New Yorkers from coming outside for months after that horrific event? Did it mean that there would be some campaign waged against the media for playing up the stereotypes of overzealous, enraged dark-skinned desert people too angry to know the kisses of their loved ones? Was this "War on Terror" supposed to be an epic struggle against the nightmares that my father had after he had to count body parts at Ground Zero, or against the insanely overused images of those planes hitting the side of a building-the images that still to this day knock the wind from my stomach and send me to my knees?
That's a war on Terror, folks. Hey Mr. President, give me some weapon to help me fight the racial profiling going on in my state thanks to your homeland security measures. Give me a squad of troops so we can liberate women held hostage by white Christian males who stand over them at abortion clinics, pretending that they know what it is to create and destroy a life that dwells within themselves. Why not fund a Minnesota core to help fight these white supremacist assholes who seek to create terrorists in our own AMERICAN children? Hell, lend me an army simply because I want to be a part of a community, and people who have to fight and die with and for each other often form the best communities, by God.
Or build me an army worthy of Mordor......
Oh yes. I watched that debate. I played with my girlfriend's hair. I thought about my life in the last two years, and then I cried.