If there is a God up there, watching us all, he is retching. The Los Angeles Times talked to a Marine photographer who saw the aftermath of an American massacre in Iraq:
Villagers have told journalists that Marines incensed by the killing of a lance corporal went house to house and shot men, women and children at close range.
“They ranged from little babies to adult males and females,” Lance Cpl. Roel Ryan Briones of Hanford, Calif., told a reporter for The Times. “I’ll never be able to get that out of my head. I can still smell the blood. This left something in my head and heart.” Briones said he took digital photographs of the victims that he later erased, assuming that they had been downloaded.
Don’t we get it as a people? Don’t we learn anything?
And yes, I mean as a people. We are responsible. You are responsible. This is a representative government that took us to war. This is a government that took us to war with majority support. Supermajority support. I remember talking to my brother in law as the war started, and he justified the whole thing by saying “we have to go over there and kill all of them before they kill all of us.” Them. Us. Go ahead, we said. Do it. Go, go, go! I remember people selling “Bomb Iraq. Then Bomb France” stickers. Ha ha ha ha ha! What funniness! Do you remember the time? How many people thought this was just such a great idea? What a lark! Wheeeee! Let’s go to war!
And then this happens. I WILL NOT be one of the people who blames this on the marines in Iraq. OK, yes, well, I do blame those particular Marines who did it, obviously. But I guess what I mean is that I cannot come out of reading this horrific story of blowing babies’ brains out and come to the conclusion that all soldiers are culpable. I’m not going to go spit on returning soldiers and call them baby killers. Because you know what? You put me in that situation, and I can say from the comfort of my warm den in the USA that I would never do it, but you know what? I bet I would. I bet if you sent me to Iraq again and again and again and you kept those Iraqis bombing me and my friends at weird, bizarre intervals, and NOBODY could tell me when the whole shit-stained mess was going to end, I BET I WOULD END UP DOING CRAZY, HORRIBLE SHIT TOO. That’s what happens to humans when you put them to war. War is hell. We have turned Iraq into hell. All the Iraqis are living in hell. We are sending hundreds of thousands of young Americans to hell. And hell is made by what people in hell do to each other.
So if you supported this war in the first place, I not only don’t want to hear your sanctimonious cries about how superior you are to the Marines, or the Iraqis, or to some “hand-wringing liberal” — I want to see YOU take responsibility as an American for this SICK-ASS WAR that KILLS INNOCENT BABIES! THEY WERE GODDAMNED BABIES! PUT THAT IN YOUR GODDAMNED HEAD AND KEEP IT THERE!
If you supported going into Iraq, the blood of those INNOCENT BABIES is on your hands.
Dear God, I think I’m going to be sick.
Can I ask a favor? Next time some moron in the White House tries to tell you that declaring an unnecessary war is a good idea, don’t wave your little Chinese-produced American flag, alright? Shout out loud: FUCK, NO! Then IMPEACH THE BASTARD.
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