In a short discussion, she was trying to make this point about WWII. I just disagreed and stood there strong. You can't say that a man with a well advertised genocide plan wasn't right in the hands of the UN and the Common Land. No, you just can't tell me that the US was defending the rights of a molested culture. And no, you can't lie to me, and tell me that we had gotten into that mess with the intentions of ending suffering.
You could however, tell me all about the atom bomb. Tell me all about where the world went wrong. Tell me all about the protest songs that never got sung and the war that violence won. Tell me all about them passing planes that saw an island decorated in army tanks. Celebrated the yearly dates. Bombs were dropped for what was claimed to be fate. People dying and shadows burned in place.
Yeah, for sure. You totally know all about the cold war, and the old war, and the "rights all sold" war, and the time before before. That time when the clothes you wore, were all worn before. The time when your mother wanted to buy some groceries but she just couldn't afford.
And I looked back and her and mumbled. Says I manipulate her words into fumbles. And imagine you were younger. Imagine you had to dance across the water just to save your family's heritage. And I;d imagine you never said that the US was there to stop them fucking Nazi's.
Because we let them all breathe. It was the poor Japanese that caught the long arm of our armies.
yeah we only got into that shit becuase some communists blew up or pretty little island, and though yes, that was pretty terrible and fucked up, still no reason to ruin two beutiful cities.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
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I am so glad you are on here.
I love reading your entries, Phillycheesesteak!
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