Ninth Anniversary of a Traffic Violation

Yesterday was the 9th anniversary of the first US-led aerial bombing campaigns in Afghanistan following the hijacked-aircraft strikes against the World Trade towers, the Pentagon, and an empty field on September 11, 2001.

If, as we are told, they were even carried out by 19 Al-Qaeda operatives with box-cutters.

This week has also seen the reinstatement of several hundred jobs in the airline sector. Namely, American Airlines has announced that it would recall hundreds of flight attendants and pilots furloughed as a result of airline industry job cuts following the attacks (whoever the attackers) on 9/11/01.

Recovery takes time. Change occurs at steady unnoticed increments. Nobody learns anything if the details aren't separated from the heap.

When I heard that airstrikes had begun in the dark of that distant and dust-blown country-- when it was initiated in October 2001-- I was driving. I became furious. The more I listened to the radio the worse it got. They were explaining the logistics and the intensity. My foot leveled down against the gas pedal. I was traveling south on Bundy. I sped passed 50 under the freeway. I think I was at 60 or 70 by the time I blew across Ocean Park. I barreled up the hill beside Santa Monica airport hoping I would be pulled over-- doing more than 80 miles an hour up a hill on a surface street in Santa Monica. I wanted to scream at a cop... and get maced... and rage against authority.

Aggression makes peace where and at which points in history-- that is to say, has it ever? I knew the airstrikes would win nothing. I knew this war was only a prop to attack and dismantle Saddam Hussein's seat of power in Iraq-- to kill his 2 crazed sons, as well.

Big strong realist men truly need to take their country to war. Bad people absolutely need to be killed. Terrible, evil monsters are everywhere and there's just no goddamned way we can let ourselves sit back and let the muslims take away our freedom to breathe American justice...

I have always loved this country while constantly being appalled at learning some new atrocity or actions our puppet governments have imposed on this or that group of persons. And I do so dislike rebellion because they always rely on fear, not trust.

We all have our message, don't we? Like individual bits of buzz on a dead radio. This America thing, it's just getting nuttier and scarier. I wish I had the time to scream loud enough, the energy to talk to everyone about fascism, and the grit to be silent and live my own life in seclusion.

I wish I felt like America... the western world... the world at large made more sense.

Quoth Oscar Wilde:

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

The worst part is that September saw more US and NATO troops die in Afghanistan than at any other time in the last 9 years. Hell of a way to mark an anniversary-- Mission Accomplished, isn't that right all war proponents out there!?

Last month saw more US and NATO troops stationed in Afghanistan than at any other time in the last 9 years. So which of your kids are gonna hit the dirt out east when we're celebrating our 29th year in country?

And for what?

Pero, mira: it's a joke how dumb it is. Death instead of monotony. Lies instead of responsibility. Trauma instead of friendship.

Would that only American politicians didn't have PR reps. We'd hear a lot more about revenue streams and business interests at stake than about Freedom on the March--

Focker out.