December 8, 2004 Wendesday 8:43pm
Nothing is precious in America, because there is too much of everything. Mega-mass production has caused us to lose site of the planet earth beneath our feet.
I took my daughter to art class, then went to Walmart for corn-huskers hand-lotion. On the way to checkout I stopped at the magazines; I scanned them all and found the variety lacking. Walmart is the home of the bland. Barnes and Noble, the king of magazines, is about three blocks away, so I went there.
I looked through all the new books at the front of the store, working my way back to the magazines. There are one or two that I gravitate to, but I neglect no section, I scan them all.
One that I enjoy is called AdBusters. I could not open it, tonight. The cover stopped me. There were many things on it, but the largest image was that of a wailing man holding the body of a child. It nearly stops me cold thinking about it now. It is rare in America to see such a display of true emotion. My heart breaks for this man.
This image was brought to me by my country’s war in the middle east. We just cannot keep our pecker in our pants; we have to go over there and fuck up everything for them. I have nothing but disgust for anyone willing to put magnetic ribbons on their car with sappy slogans telling me to support the troops, yet, were god to ask them to send their child to die in a war on the other side of the world, they would say no.
I’m sure that I am much too cynical. I know that there are good things somewhere in the world, but it is hard to see beyond the pain that we inflict on others while browsing through the magazine rack at Barnes and Noble.
I’m tired of the debate over the war. I don’t understand why we are killing people just to hold our ground in a place we never should have been in the first place. Why are we there? I no longer wish to know the answer to the question, but will ask you one: would you trade places with that man on the cover of AdBusters, carrying a dead child?
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
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