happy new year...
posted by christopher cunningham at 4:29 PM
Sunday, December 31, 2006
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6 Comments:
3,000 American deaths, but let's not forget about the 200,000 innocent Iraqi deaths.
Still, breaking the 3,000 mark is a cheery welcome into a new year, eh?
oh we've not forgot about them, and it may be more like 600,000...
but most americans don't care about a huge number of dead brown people a world away.
and if they DO care about their sons and daughters dying for a murderous lie and the profit of war mongering corporations, then maybe a figure larger than the 9/11 dead will shake them from their apathy (though signs point to a slightly better future with the obvious rebuke of the Repugs by the voters, by the growing disgust folks feel as the middle class is eliminated and america becomes a debtor prison for wage slaves...)...
jesus, I've tried to stop blogging about politics, but it steeps everything in criminal blood as the american dream is slaughtered from a thousand ugly cuts...
the rage is useless. it only helps to be active in some way. to be FOR things rather than ANTI. it is most important to refuse to wallow in the fear and hatred and stand up for the AMERICAN values this country was founded on, as well as FOR the american people, NOT offshore corporations, NOT the wealthiest elite robber barons who run the economy of the world...
but for US.
Sing it brother!
this stuff makes me too sad. i really can't deal with it.
just read an article in the New York Times about a 48 year old soldier who wrote a 200 page journal to the son he KNEW he would never watch grow up. Prescient man, as it came true when he was taken by an IED. sad stuff, reading what he had written to his unknown son. brutal.
then the half million Iraqis dead. DEAD. the finality of death eludes so many because they are so deluded with religion; with beliefs in the afterlife. this is it and we've ended their one chance. that's some heavy shit.
too heavy for me to handle.
You raise a good point with the notion that people don't appreciate death as being the ultimate finality it really is. For me, I even believe in an afterlife, but this is my one shot here on earth man, this is my one oppurtunity to live life and breath and taste and fuck and write and see and laugh and live, you know? And to people watching CNN, what difference does it make if the number is 3001 or 3002? But for the hundreds, probably thousands of people that interacted with #3002 on a daily basis, loved him or talked to him or even just saw him, that's an enormous void. And when you hear numbers like 600,000 dead in Iraq, think of all the countless millions of people affected by those 600,000 deaths. Jesus Christ. Blows your fucking mind.
i really does blow your mind. each life is so precious. and we are so lucky for having been born, survived this long, etc. only to have it snuffed (but all of us will be snuffed eventually)...the tragedy comes in HOW it was snuffed...in the why!
and all the religionists out there say "oh, he's in a better place!" FUCK THAT...no he's not...there is no better place...this is it...we were not put on this earth by any superior being. we evolved from microbes, and were lucky (unlucky) enough to have evolved a consciousness that can think, search, yearn, miss, love, laugh, hate, be smug, be spiteful, fuck, drink, write and above all have compassion.
and the mindless couchsheep don't even blink at a number like 600,000, or 3,000 or 1.
i literally cannot handle it. it's gotten to be too much. the weight of all of this is on MY shoulders and i'm no Atlas. i am crumbling from the gravity...
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