War Protestors
(Thursday, December 08, 2005)
I get so sick of seeing those lying two faced scumbags on TV talking about how they love the troops so much then with their very next breath they demean and degrade everything the troops are doing over in Iraq. Say what a terrible job we’re doing in Iraq, and how much we’re hated by the Iraqis and how much the Iraqis want us out. You can tell they’ve never talked to an actual Iraqi. And they say they want to waste everything we are doing over there, all the blood we’ve spilled over there, and just pull us out with the job half done and let it fall into civil war. Let it get worse so we have to go back in another five years and loose twice as many as we’re loosing now to do exactly what we are doing now.
And why? Because we’re doing this terrible job they claim we’re doing? Because we’re loosing? No.
Anyone with a brain can figure out why the leaders of these people say the things they do. They want to get elected back in office, and their strategy is to make it look like they can do things better. When it comes down to it there’s no argument that we have to be in the war, even from them, they just want to convince people they can do it better. So how do they try to do this? By helping out and being even stauncher supporters of our troops and appreciating the blood the troops spill even more than the conservatives do? No, they do it in a way that undercuts and degrades everything the troops do. They spit on the troops, then say how much they love them, all the while patting people on the back who are burning the flags the troops are dying for.
They disgust me. Their thirst for power has made them blind to what is important, and built a disgust in me for them that will never go away.
This is a poem my sister posted on the message boards. It says the same thing I just said above.
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This poem was appearently found in the pocket of a dead Marine in Iraq.
Take a man and put him alone,
put him twelve thousand miles from home.
Empty his heart of all but his blood,
make him live in sweat, in mud.
This is the life I have to live,
this the soul to the Devil I give.
You have your parties and drink your beer,
while young men are dying over here.
Plant your signs on the White House lawn;
“Lets get out of Vietnam”.
Use your signs and have your fun,
then refuse to use a gun.
There’s nothing else for you to do,
then I’m supposed to die for you.
There is one thing that you don’t know;
and that’s where I think you should go!
I’m already here and it’s too late.
I’ve traded all my love just for hate.
I’ll hate you till the day I die.
You made me hear my buddy cry.
I saw his leg and his blood shed,
then I heard them say “This one’s dead”.
It was a large price for him to pay,
to let you live another day.
He had the guts to fight and die,
to keep the freedom you live by.
By his dying your life he buys,
but who gives a DAMN if a Marine dies!
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Definitely not those anti-war protesting bitches and the politicians who egg them on. Ingrates too chickenshit to fight themselves, but brave enough to talk a bunch of shit, get high and burn flags. And all the while making themselves pawns for the talking heads like Kerry who focus all that ingorance and try to amplify it. Ask any one of them and they’ll say they love our troops, but then watch what they do. Actions speak much louder than words.
Published by CoyoteDKM on April 19th, 2007 | Filed under War Commentary
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