I spent the night watching TV, watching pres candidates. i just waited for one to slip up and say something like (obama): it’s hard for the palestinians, to have to be forced to live under hard conditions, but it’s hard when some israelis die, they react.
fucking christ man. 10x the palestinians die from israeli soldiers than israelis die from palestinians. never mentioned any palestinians dying, but mentioned israelis dying a few times.
god damnt.
and they’re all christian. fucking jesus christ.
there’s only like 1% of this nation that i would give a shit about. that aren’t completely tools. what a stupid fucking situation.
[edit: what i mean is, what the fuck. all of the people that buy into the propaganda. whatever propaganda. the nation's, religion's. that shit has been oppressing people since the dawn of civilization. i think a lot about the Nazis when I think about the U.S. How people bought into it and just walked right into a giant fucking 60 million dead bodycount. People like me were saying, "Hey, this is fucked. This guy is fucking crazy. He's lying." etc. Somehow, with their lies, their magic, and their military might, they just moved the whole German nation into world war. And fucking christ, here we go again.]
i had this dream last night.
i was watching american soldiers on an aircraft carrier. they were bombing civilians. and the soldiers, some of them were having a hard time with it, like feeling bad about it. but they couldnt or wouldnt stop it, it kept happening.
cut to a middle eastern women crying and holding out her hands as a bodycount was adding up, superimposed over her. she was outraged and weeping.
and i wept as she implored the Russians to come to their aid. And the Russians said, “We will. You have had enough. This isn’t just.”
I watched the American troops flee to their barracks. They disappeared in rout. And somehow I was one of them, with a sniper rifle. I was left behind and I cowered behind a building as the Russians moved in. I was wounded and was debating whether I should shoot at them or just lie there.
Some of them had giant energy beam weapons. Like RPGs, but a lot thicker. Some new shoulder mounted artillery weapon. They saw me as their line moved up, ignored me for a while.
Then one came over, I begged, and he killed me. 5 or so shots before I died.
And I woke up, crying. World War.
I mean, I could be wrong about the world war. I just get this feeling that all of the pieces are in place.