Confession Time
Yeah. Thought long about it and yeah. It's time for ol' Sy here to let his hair down. Time to reveal something about my happy ass that'll shock the fucktard status-quo Conservatives and Progressives into a big case of the vapors. Time for my America-hatin' leftist moonbat hide to break out with the ol' 10 degree driver.
I don't support the troops.
There, I said it. It's finally off my chest.
Why don't I support the troops?
The following from the movie Shawshank Redemption will spell it out for you:
To me, "support the troops" is just like "rehabilitated" to ol' Red in that movie. It's just a phrase djinned up craven politician freaks, rabid pundits without an original thought of their own, and Pretender Class American shitbags who feel the need to surround themselves with touchy-feely "Patriotically Correct" jargon each time they hop aboard the "Politically Correct" trolley for a little yellow-ribbon spin around Mr. Roger's Land Of Make Believe. It's a phrase they use to feel good about underpaying their live-in wage-slave sleep-farmers. It's a phrase they use to have something to talk about in their petty little sewing circles to silence the guilt booming into their head while scarfing down those $1,000 plate dinners a Katrina victim would kill for using a shank carved out of a ramen noodles brick and the flavoring packet as a Chinese throwing star:
So, no, I don't "support the troops" and a big fuck off to those that do.
What I do support is human rights and there's nothing human or right about this clusterfuck in Iraq. There's nothing human or right about sending somebody's husband, wife, father, mother, or friend into this illegal-as-all-hell war without enough ammo and armor. There's nothing human or right about putting families concerned with the safety of their loved ones stuck in this war into a position where they must pay for extra armor to be shipped to their flesh and blood in exchange for the privlege to sleep just a tiny bit easier at night (although if Bush, the Republicans, and the Democrats would collectively choke to their very demise on their own $1,000 dinner, their grim faces may in fact turn into a quiet smile as their heads hit their pillow). Nothing human or right about taking hundreds of thousands of those in Americans in Iraq, the Iraqi people, and 300 Million tax-paying Americans for fucking granted.
Nothing human or right at all.
I don't support the troops.
There, I said it. It's finally off my chest.
Why don't I support the troops?
The following from the movie Shawshank Redemption will spell it out for you:
Red: Rehabilitated? Well, Now let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means.
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, it means that you're ready to rejoin society.
Red: I know what you think it means, sonny. To me it's just a made up word; a politician's word. So young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie, and have a job ... Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time.
To me, "support the troops" is just like "rehabilitated" to ol' Red in that movie. It's just a phrase djinned up craven politician freaks, rabid pundits without an original thought of their own, and Pretender Class American shitbags who feel the need to surround themselves with touchy-feely "Patriotically Correct" jargon each time they hop aboard the "Politically Correct" trolley for a little yellow-ribbon spin around Mr. Roger's Land Of Make Believe. It's a phrase they use to feel good about underpaying their live-in wage-slave sleep-farmers. It's a phrase they use to have something to talk about in their petty little sewing circles to silence the guilt booming into their head while scarfing down those $1,000 plate dinners a Katrina victim would kill for using a shank carved out of a ramen noodles brick and the flavoring packet as a Chinese throwing star:
Bobby Joe:"You suppawt da troops, Jimbob?!?"
Jimbob: "Yeap, I suppawt da troops. You support the troops, eh?"
Bobby Joe: "Ah-yuh, sure suppawt da troops!"
Jimbob:"Aight, we suppawt da troops, but what 'bout Cletus?!?"
Bobby Joe: "Ow, ya know Cletus suppawts the troops!"
Jimbob:: "Welp, we better ask 'im and make sure. Hay, Cletus, ya suppawt the troops?!?"
Cletus:: "Of ... *hic* ... coursh I shappawt da ... *hic* ... shappawt da troopsh. Lookit my SUV, muhfugger!"
So, no, I don't "support the troops" and a big fuck off to those that do.
What I do support is human rights and there's nothing human or right about this clusterfuck in Iraq. There's nothing human or right about sending somebody's husband, wife, father, mother, or friend into this illegal-as-all-hell war without enough ammo and armor. There's nothing human or right about putting families concerned with the safety of their loved ones stuck in this war into a position where they must pay for extra armor to be shipped to their flesh and blood in exchange for the privlege to sleep just a tiny bit easier at night (although if Bush, the Republicans, and the Democrats would collectively choke to their very demise on their own $1,000 dinner, their grim faces may in fact turn into a quiet smile as their heads hit their pillow). Nothing human or right about taking hundreds of thousands of those in Americans in Iraq, the Iraqi people, and 300 Million tax-paying Americans for fucking granted.
Nothing human or right at all.
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