November 23, 2009

Political Theatrics: Your Candy Coated Massacres

At times it truly feels as if you are sitting in the middle of a tornado made up of inconsolable destruction, induced by mad-men and suffered by the innocent. This brutal tempest was no accident and it did not begin over night, no, it was a gradual incursion endorsed by politicians with botoxed smiles and empty slogans.

Only when your caskets file in do we witness a built-up display of subtle humanity as you scream and exude tears – mourning for men and women who enlisted themselves for occupation and slaughter under the guise of ‘patriotism’.

If only I could tell you that I feel sorry in the least for your causalities; 21st century crusaders who have replaced archaic swords and stallions with AK-47’s and Merkava’s – my brutal honesty will not allow such livid perjury.

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