Some days -- especially holidays -- especially holy days -- I just cannot get past the utter depravity of it all. We've got cold-blooded mass murder (denied), routine torture (denied but retroactively legalized), delpeted uranium madness (ignored), the continual shredding of the Constitutional rights bequeathed to us by sweat-and-blood All-American heroes, and that's ok too because we also have this blind, blinded, blinding patriotism, a media-inspired madness that has self-described Christians clamoring for all manner of grotesque and inhuman cruelty. Merry Christmas to all.
It gets worse: We're supposed to believe all this horror is justified by the so-called president's claim that God speaks through him. Oh really? What kind of God would tell anyone to do this? What kind of America would allow it?
Words fail me. Listen to Pye Dubois, writing for Max Webster:
Oh War
Oh war, it's been done before
that's what they say
I wasn't there, they say there's one today
I don't care, I'm not there today
'cause I'd say "fuck you" instead of "thank you"
your choice under your breath
oh say go to hell
I'll go American express
Oh war, history says you're in it
your sister's boyfriend's in it
so so long, soldier, wash your socks and guns
and just remember
if you don't see a profit, sell your stocks and run
'cause I'd say "fuck you" instead of "thank you"
your choice under your breath
oh say no to hell
I'll go American express