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to me, i feel like i'm taking crazy pills when i think about thinking about the concept that we would have allocated however many trillions of dollars to free people from a dictator so that they could be overrun by god knows what, or that we're so intent on the humanitarian movement that we can't do shit in darfur, and that we were afraid of sadaam having "wmd's' in iraq, as though he was going to pounce on our asses.
i remember back in grad school having an office mate talking about how sadaam had some sort of fucking balsa wood fliers that there were going to use to dispense chemical weapons in the us, and i remember thinking that my ass was going to rear up and eat me alive for having to let those thoughts cross by cerebellum. i remember thinking: thor gravyslapping hammerthrower, we'd better have something better than operation iraqi freedom! and wmds and crazy dictator going on to be doing this, and we'd better do it quick and clean and then get out. and of course, we're not out, and of course while i think we did have other objectives, i find them rather hypocritical unless we want to have the old dog eat dog america isn't the land of the free and the home of the brave, but just another group of shaved monkeys flinging their poo and trying to get by for another day. sometimes we're nice to each other, but shit - with mickey d's on the every corner, who has time to be pissed off?
/end rant. i'm going for a run.
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