"The What: War" or "The New 3Gs"
could i ever, really, fight in a war? could i be a soldier?
could i approach the enemy, be shot at, shoot back?
i could defend myself, sure thing. you're going to kill me? i'm going to try to stop you. whatever problem you have, mr. ...i don't even know you, but i'm pretty sure it's not my fault. don't kill me, ok? no? alright, but now i'm going to throw a whole bunch of grenades at your head til you leave me alone.
i think you gotta have some good old-fashion god in you. get some religion and that'll get to into that almighty mentality. you need to be self righteous. you need to fear the shaking of your foundation. you've already decided what you want to have happen to you when you die, and you're going about some funny mantras to make sure your particular omnipotent lets you have a kickass afterlife, and you don't want some other person's deathsongs drowning yours out. life is hard enough without other people changing your mind about it.
i ain't got no god, so how could i really get that mad at someone else's fairy tale land of nod? and, heck, what if they're right, eh? wouldn't my face be red. so, go ahead. it's my funeral (ehem) if i don't make it passed GO and collect $200. what do you care anyway?
but, now, god only has so much to do with it. though, i think god's level of involvement in war is a swiftly swinging pendulum, peaking one way or the other depending on the depth of soul or the depth of pocket. money. of course money. people want stuff. and you can't have a war without it, so you gotta assume you're going to get even more after it, right? you can only be so made at someone's differently shaped altar before it really just comes down wanting their milk money. then you can buy all the candy you want. and you love candy.
but, then, when you're on the receiving end of all this misconstrued aggression, you eventually need your own ability to stop being bullied and do your own thing. you need power. POWER! like, political power. which, is really, what all these other things are. military, religion, and money. guns, god, and gold. i can't even see a difference between them all. not with war. not with the big-button pushers playing overgrown games of RISK. not with those believing in god believing they are god. not with money flowing through every hole in the facade, into every flapping mouth, pushing us all downstream.
i've been watching war movies for about four days straight. i actually really enjoy the HBO series Band of Brothers (though i still dislike both steven spielberg and tom hanks). i hope there are no severe hidden messages or backwards audio. please slap me hard if i start talking about the benefits of scientology.
could i approach the enemy, be shot at, shoot back?
i could defend myself, sure thing. you're going to kill me? i'm going to try to stop you. whatever problem you have, mr. ...i don't even know you, but i'm pretty sure it's not my fault. don't kill me, ok? no? alright, but now i'm going to throw a whole bunch of grenades at your head til you leave me alone.
i think you gotta have some good old-fashion god in you. get some religion and that'll get to into that almighty mentality. you need to be self righteous. you need to fear the shaking of your foundation. you've already decided what you want to have happen to you when you die, and you're going about some funny mantras to make sure your particular omnipotent lets you have a kickass afterlife, and you don't want some other person's deathsongs drowning yours out. life is hard enough without other people changing your mind about it.
i ain't got no god, so how could i really get that mad at someone else's fairy tale land of nod? and, heck, what if they're right, eh? wouldn't my face be red. so, go ahead. it's my funeral (ehem) if i don't make it passed GO and collect $200. what do you care anyway?
but, now, god only has so much to do with it. though, i think god's level of involvement in war is a swiftly swinging pendulum, peaking one way or the other depending on the depth of soul or the depth of pocket. money. of course money. people want stuff. and you can't have a war without it, so you gotta assume you're going to get even more after it, right? you can only be so made at someone's differently shaped altar before it really just comes down wanting their milk money. then you can buy all the candy you want. and you love candy.
but, then, when you're on the receiving end of all this misconstrued aggression, you eventually need your own ability to stop being bullied and do your own thing. you need power. POWER! like, political power. which, is really, what all these other things are. military, religion, and money. guns, god, and gold. i can't even see a difference between them all. not with war. not with the big-button pushers playing overgrown games of RISK. not with those believing in god believing they are god. not with money flowing through every hole in the facade, into every flapping mouth, pushing us all downstream.
i've been watching war movies for about four days straight. i actually really enjoy the HBO series Band of Brothers (though i still dislike both steven spielberg and tom hanks). i hope there are no severe hidden messages or backwards audio. please slap me hard if i start talking about the benefits of scientology.
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