Memorial Day

Wow, this is no joking matter, folks. 

Memorial Day is the one day of the year when we are supposed to reflect on the price of liberty and freedom: the lives of soldiers who were killed as they strove to occupy foreign lands to which they weren't invited and in which they never have nor ever should belong. 

We can't ever forget that for every one US soldier killed in action, there are many, MANY more individuals in the countries we've invaded whose freedom and right to live were arbitrarily taken away from them at the behest of our government... so we can continue to have cheap gasoline and imported goods. 

While you're shedding your tears, be conscious of the fact that the biggest casualties in the history of modern times are global security of life and personal liberty - everywhere but the United States of America (where the general population is far too ignorant to realize and too distracted to care that we've never been free at all). 

Every fallen soldier is a symbol of everything wrong with our world... just not in the way you blathering bleeding-heart double-digit-IQ sheep want to believe. 

Memorial Day: because when you don't pre-emptively think AND choose for yourself, Hallmark is happy to do it for you.

— especially after Korea(s), Vietnam, Lebanon, Bay of Pigs, Laos, Cambodia, Grenada, Afghanistan (the first one - ya know, where we spent billions of tax dollars putting the very same people we now call the "terrorists" into power), Iran/Iraq (again, the first one), Persian Gulf, Kosovo, Afghanistan (the second one - oh, excuse me, *ahem* the start of the "War on Terror"), Iraq (the second one, again... I'd say it's a pattern, but naaaaaah), and all the conflicts I can't remember right now, and all the bullshit that's come about since then and will continue to come about.

For me, Memorial Day is about shame; remembering all of the MILLIONS—MILLIONS—of people that we've allowed our government to kill in our names... and which we continue to allow.

I mean, really now, people, we gave up any legitimate claim to a homeland when we started massacring the indigenous population of this part of the continent a couple hundred years ago, just after we liberated ourselves. (But, hey - it was a great idea for that first ten seconds it took us to start fucking it up).