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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required reduction of the “hero” sees him on television marching in the shows that glorify war by painting so-called “heroism,” as anything but being hired killers. sees her in the advert prior to the violence ridden film, when the life of a soldier in the american military comes with a rock song behind it & a pastiche of bringing clean water, holding babies, smiling with their thumbs up & palling around for photo ops with those lucky people afar (who’ve been left poor, starving & eradicated by the pummeling which they took at the hands of the world’s policeman, because they just wouldn’t give up their resources to the planned rape in return for “democracy’), thinking “oh, what a romantic way to show love for my country & get money for college so I can make something of myself.” gets support from brainwashed family & friends (who are still terrified that their loved one is going away to kill & be a target for those who are sick of policeman showing up on their doorstep to kill), looks sexy in a uniform (ooh la la), feels that they are more brave & more patriotic than those around them, who will not sign on the dotted line, who will not “fight for their country” (digesting that last complete confusion of priorities, leaving those who love her/him to go & kill for the state that has kept them poor to begin with). what happens on the tour stays on the tour & don’t think for a second that you won’t be going back--- as property of the policeman of the world, you have obligations & when you come home, you end up working as an overnight clerk, at a Pathmark in New Jersey, no more a “hero” than the kid stoned out of his gourd, stocking the shelves with soup cans on his knees in aisle 12. so you leave work, get your AK-47 & your .45 caliber handgun as quick as possible, so that when you return you can randomly open fire on your coworkers 16 times or so, before putting a gun to your own head--- lucky that the military had been there for you, in your time of need, reeling you in when you were young, so it could teach you to kill.
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