While I’m killing
This particular entry has been long overdue. During the family wedding a couple of months back I noticed a particular attitude of the people who were in the army. It was a massive military affair with swords, medals and gunshots…the full works. My cousin Ray who was the one getting wed flies helicopters and has been to Iraq etc. I had been given the delightful obligation of taking pictures of our side of the family (maybe they didn’t want me in any of them?) and outside the church I asked Ray for a quick photo.
“Go on then, just 1, quickly”
He posed with his eyes slightly above the horizon, chin-up and arms by his side. It was reminiscent of those Beckham billboards we see where Beckham is trying to portray the image of a God. And here was my cousin Ray…the medals had clearly gone to his head. The whole army attitude throughout the weekend was that of superiority. The best man would not say one word to me all weekend, he probably doesn’t respect the fact that I work part-time and currently studying at college. People from all over came, not one word against the army could be muttered. This was truly Tony Blairs England. Herds of sheep blindly following a totalitarian idea. The mothers smiled proudly as the British flags flapped in the gentle breeze. They were married at a country house. You know the type, where descendents off those who instigated and thus became so wealthy off the slave trade live. Generations of snobbery and ignorance. Generations of dictatorship and wealth. Now I was here, partying with these warmongers.
If you join the army that is completely your choice, but remember that you are aiding the worst of mankind, and if there is such a thing as hell then your place is already booked. I hate the fucking military.
I guess certain circumstances require an army…world war 2 anyone?
But is this world war 2 anymore? I read in the news that we are at threat from nuclear strikes from Iraq…not one nuclear strike happens and then we are told there weren’t any WMD’s. Go figure, at least the army got to kill a few Iraqi kids. Sleep tight you macho dickheads.
Moving on. I saw the different side of Liam today. My suspicions were confirmed. He was talking about an incident yesterday in which a manger was pipping at him in his car. Liam came in today ranting that he would kill this manager.
Huh?
Liam has a very good character but I know that he has an anger inside of him which would allow him to summon fire at will.
I dreamt I was a preacher last night. Me and Sam Kinison were arguing with some catholic guys. Strange.
“Go on then, just 1, quickly”
He posed with his eyes slightly above the horizon, chin-up and arms by his side. It was reminiscent of those Beckham billboards we see where Beckham is trying to portray the image of a God. And here was my cousin Ray…the medals had clearly gone to his head. The whole army attitude throughout the weekend was that of superiority. The best man would not say one word to me all weekend, he probably doesn’t respect the fact that I work part-time and currently studying at college. People from all over came, not one word against the army could be muttered. This was truly Tony Blairs England. Herds of sheep blindly following a totalitarian idea. The mothers smiled proudly as the British flags flapped in the gentle breeze. They were married at a country house. You know the type, where descendents off those who instigated and thus became so wealthy off the slave trade live. Generations of snobbery and ignorance. Generations of dictatorship and wealth. Now I was here, partying with these warmongers.
If you join the army that is completely your choice, but remember that you are aiding the worst of mankind, and if there is such a thing as hell then your place is already booked. I hate the fucking military.
I guess certain circumstances require an army…world war 2 anyone?
But is this world war 2 anymore? I read in the news that we are at threat from nuclear strikes from Iraq…not one nuclear strike happens and then we are told there weren’t any WMD’s. Go figure, at least the army got to kill a few Iraqi kids. Sleep tight you macho dickheads.
Moving on. I saw the different side of Liam today. My suspicions were confirmed. He was talking about an incident yesterday in which a manger was pipping at him in his car. Liam came in today ranting that he would kill this manager.
Huh?
Liam has a very good character but I know that he has an anger inside of him which would allow him to summon fire at will.
I dreamt I was a preacher last night. Me and Sam Kinison were arguing with some catholic guys. Strange.
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