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It is Pat’s birthday on November 6, and elections are the day after. It gets me thinking about a conversation I had with Pat before we joined the military. He spoke about the risks with signing the papers. How once we committed, we were at the mercy of the American leadership and the American people. How we could be thrown in a direction not of our volition. How fighting as a soldier would leave us without a voice… until we got out.
Much has happened since we handed over our voice:
Somehow we were sent to invade a nation because it was a direct threat to the American people, or to the world, or harbored terrorists, or was involved in the September 11 attacks, or received weapons-grade uranium from Niger, or had mobile weapons labs, or WMD, or had a need to be liberated, or we needed to establish a democracy, or stop an insurgency, or stop a civil war we created that can’t be called a civil war even though it is. Something like that.
Somehow America has become a country that projects everything that it is not and condemns everything that it is.
Somehow our elected leaders were subverting international law and humanity by setting up secret prisons around the world, secretly kidnapping people, secretly holding them indefinitely, secretly not charging them with anything, secretly torturing them. Somehow that overt policy of torture became the fault of a few “bad apples” in the military.
Somehow back at home, support for the soldiers meant having a five-year-old kindergartener scribble a picture with crayons and send it overseas, or slapping stickers on cars, or lobbying Congress for an extra pad in a helmet. It’s interesting that a soldier on his third or fourth tour should care about a drawing from a five-year-old; or a faded sticker on a car as his friends die around him; or an extra pad in a helmet, as if it will protect him when an IED throws his vehicle 50 feet into the air as his body comes apart and his skin melts to the seat.
Somehow the more soldiers that die, the more legitimate the illegal invasion becomes.
Somehow American leadership, whose only credit is lying to its people and illegally invading a nation, has been allowed to steal the courage, virtue and honor of its soldiers on the ground.
Somehow those afraid to fight an illegal invasion decades ago are allowed to send soldiers to die for an illegal invasion they started.
Somehow faking character, virtue and strength is tolerated.
Somehow profiting from tragedy and horror is tolerated.
Somehow the death of tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of people is tolerated.
Somehow subversion of the Bill of Rights and The Constitution is tolerated.
Somehow suspension of Habeas Corpus is supposed to keep this country safe.
Somehow torture is tolerated.
Somehow lying is tolerated.
Somehow reason is being discarded for faith, dogma, and nonsense.
Somehow American leadership managed to create a more dangerous world.
Somehow a narrative is more important than reality.
Somehow America has become a country that projects everything that it is not and condemns everything that it is.
Somehow the most reasonable, trusted and respected country in the world has become one of the most irrational, belligerent, feared, and distrusted countries in the world.
Somehow being politically informed, diligent, and skeptical has been replaced by apathy through active ignorance.
Somehow the same incompetent, narcissistic, virtueless, vacuous, malicious criminals are still in charge of this country.
Somehow this is tolerated.
Somehow nobody is accountable for this.
In a democracy, the policy of the leaders is the policy of the people. So don’t be shocked when our grandkids bury much of this generation as traitors to the nation, to the world and to humanity. Most likely, they will come to know that “somehow” was nurtured by fear, insecurity and indifference, leaving the country vulnerable to unchecked, unchallenged parasites.
Luckily this country is still a democracy. People still have a voice. People still can take action. It can start after Pat’s birthday.
Brother and Friend of Pat Tillman,
Kevin Tillman
tonite
i saw
employee of the month
on dvd
dane cook
who i know
actor / stand-up
"know"
jessica simpson
whom ive met
so hot
so she
good flick
yes
entertaining
this month
in iraq
so many
of us dead
300+ bill
spent on
"war"
honesty
integrity
authentic
us
that's the real
shit
Today I had a workout
Hardcore styke yo
Lunch afterwards
Saw a familiar face
Interupted a lunch date
Had a good talk
Afterwards my date
Tells me it was an oscar winner
I did not notice was
My familiars date
Uggggg
Saw a good friend
Whom I love
Suffering with
Aweful medical condition
Her light shown brite
Still...sick...all lite
Tonite a dinner
With a good bud
I love her 2
Spent 2 much
Story of my life
I'm watching nip/tuck
Season 4....Eps 4, 5, 6
I have good friends
Preview of next week
Life is good
4 drama
Isn't it wierd how sense memory is so potent
Nrutrogenia hand cream scented of course
I use this shit obsessively...bc of the smell
My mamaw used it...evertime I put it on
I think of her and how beautiful she was
Were talking about a beauty deeper than looks
An inner beauty...a strong, stoic broad she was
Neutrogena hand cream...expensive yes
But totally a bargin deal 4 what it brings 2 me
I'm watching the lake house
With sandy b from austin
I met her once...twice
Briefly but intreging
This film...not so much
Its concept
Communication
Past and future
Is fascinating 2 my core
Str8nge
