delusion

lady circumstance located me at a peace protest today on campus. there were throngs of patchuli stinking hippies beating drums and laying sprawled across each other, staging "die-ins" on the cement. and one dreadlocked freak show strolling about on stilts. they were chanting & spouting rhetoric like the right wing media's wet dream. jesus fucking christ, didn't we learn anything from vietnam? these benighted fucking hippies and other assorted randoms seeking the lens of the news cams were situated directly in front of army, navy, coast guard and marine recruitment booths chanting and shouting. they weren't protesting the war, they were protesting the presence of those that they were claiming to want to protect. it was like a spaghetti western showdown, standing facing each other, the shouts of anger and emotion. the honor of the soldiers uniforms contained invisible emotion. i could not fucking handle it so i went to stand behind the soldiers. complicating this, i was wearing a shirt with a pic of bush that says "miserable failure" over his face. i went to talk to some of the soldiers ( floating somewhere in my peripheral vision i must admit). i just wanted to show that you can be absolutely appalled with the government and object the war without losing one ounce of patriotism or love for the boys (& girls) who are honorbound to the love for country that simmers somewhere deep within them, being willingly led to "fiery, glorious" honorable deaths on foreign soil.
i hold no more sacred respect than that which i hold for my flag, the democracy it stands for and those who would die to preserve them.
fucking fatuous anarchists. they think the military shouldnt recruit, they want love and bongo drums. you want anarchy? fuck ya. good. enlist. go to fallujah.you'll have anarchy to your heart's content.. 8 americans died today while you burned incense and spat in their brothers faces, broke the pencils they displayed on their recruitment tables. american blood soaked into foreign dirt today, through the same honor woven uniform that you shouted "babykiller" at today. you want no government & no military, ok. then what? the largest economy in the world will be demilitarized and completely vulnerable? fucking awesome plan, we'll see how "peaceful" your little vision is when anarchy erupts. the mind blowing thing was that veterans for peace was there. i wanted to shout "don't you remember? these are the same hippies that spat on you when you came home from those nightmares you probably STILL dream". why are you protesting against yourselves?"
on the auspicious side, i got what i wanted in that there was an initiation of awareness and of relevant dialogue. i met some really amazing people from takebackthemedia.com . i did a couple of interviews, just saw my silly face on the local news. mostly because the palavering extremists, when stripped of their chants & rhetoric were as mute as bush without cheney. they are the worst kind of fool, uninformed yet not apathetic. the other people who felt similar to me wouldnt go on air for the skepticism of the media & fear of being edited to appear with the radicals, or worse, the republicans i felt obtuse and silly staring into the fish eye of news cameras trying to manufacture impetuous words that could, unrehearsed, capture the scope of what i think about the war and my country. i sufficed to quote the great mark twain~ "i love my country all the time and my government when it so deserves". and the cutting room floor couldn't steal my voice seeing as how i was wearing my opinion across my chest. anyhow, such a periphrastic thing am i.....the people i met are affiliated with punkvoter and i may have an opportunity to write a piece for one of their print publications...
(has anyone really read all the way to the end of this foreverly long nonsense?? )
if so, as long as you're listening to me i pose a question on beginnings and endings: why do we call a graduation which is the end of an experience a commencement which, by definition means beginning? Why do we call making love consummating a relationship when consummate by definition means complete or end? but no for real though this is the end....