Strike The Root

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I Don’t Support Our Troops

by Vic Rattlehead  

I’m going to tread on some hallowed ground. 

The Columbia blew up and seven government workers died.  So why is this news?  People die every day, and no one outside of their immediate family and friends seem to care.  But when fearless, brave, stoic government workers die--whoa, hold the press!  Suddenly a national period of mourning must commence, and we must all stop and realize how precious life really is and why NASA must get more funding. 

To be honest, I don’t care that they died.  You probably don’t care either, whether you’ll admit it to others or not.  In my eyes, there was nothing special about those seven parasites that made them stand out from decent, natural-law abiding people you deal with everyday.  They were not heroes.  They don’t deserve your flag to be lowered halfway (who flies the American flag these days anyway?).  And they certainly don’t deserve another minute of “deep reflection.” 

But you see, anyone who works for the government is special, and we must all join together in sorrow when they pass on.  And we must always show the greatest respect for them.  

Take war veterans, for example.  Thanks to movies like Saving Private Ryan, together with the barrage of government propaganda, I feel like I’m supposed to salute and sing “God Bless America” every time I see a f*cking veteran.  If I’m in line in the bank, I’m supposed to get a rush of patriotic fervor and let him get ahead of me.  If I’m driving and a guy with a veteran license plate cuts me off, I’m not supposed to flip him the bird.  And why, you might ask?  Because they (ready the drums and dramatic music)… Fought For My Freedom. 

Maybe someone can clue me in.  How exactly did killing Koreans and Vietnamese make me more free?  Were there slanty-eyed Communists hanging outside my house preparing to ambush me, and just in the nick of time G.I. Schmoe swoops in and cuts him down with a few .223 rounds? 

As you might be able to tell, I don’t have a high opinion of military personnel.  But I really love the programs that are supposed to rally everyone behind “our troops.”  The insipid pen-pal program, for example.  WTF is that?  Does an illiterate 18-year-old from West Virginia really want some Fairfield County third-grader’s drawing of a flag?  They probably have orders to write nice things back to them, and the ones who can’t write can send back sand or something.  

F*ck that.  We all remember the types of kids who join the military from high school.  Not exactly the top percentile of the class.  These are the people I’m supposed to gush about and organize parades for?  I find it very amusing when they return home and are suddenly so serious (even if it’s just from boot camp).  Suddenly they know that they are better than the rest of us; they are our Protectors.  Everyone else is in awe: Johnny, who used to talk back to everyone and take nothing seriously, is now the apex of discipline and good manners, with a purpose in life.  Well, brainwashing will do that to you.

I would like to remark that not everyone who has served in the military is a brain-dead tool.  There are those who were enslaved by the government and sent off to Fight For Freedom.  My comments apply not to them, but to those who voluntarily enlisted (and even some of them miraculously come out okay after they “serve”).  I’d also like to point out that the true heroes are not the young men who died pitiful deaths for the cause of increasing American hegemony, but those who dodged the draft in the first place.  I don’t care what their reasons are, but the act of evading the State’s tyrannical hand is always an admirable one, and they rank in my book right up there with tax-dodgers.

Aside from the military and politicians themselves, the last group of people everyone is supposed to hold in reverence is the police.  Cops, you see, Fight For Our Rights, and without them, it would not be safe to walk across the street.  That cop behind the radar gun is the thin line between order and all out, Mad Max-style war of all against all.  I might as well be honest:  I don’t like cops at all.  My dislike for cops, in fact, is very intense.  I get a rush of adrenaline every time I see a cop.  The worst part is the utter feeling of helplessness and anger I get upon being pulled over.  Maybe you feel something similar: the cop pulls you over and shines his high-beams into your car.  He’s wearing sunglasses (even though it’s night) so you can never see his eyes.  He stands slightly back from your window and only speaks in short, direct commands (and occasional grunts) while shining his Mag-Lite into your eyes.  I always decide to just bend over and take it, but I can feel spasms in my legs, and my senses are so acute I can hear every cricket singing outside.

The job description for cops is to infringe upon people’s rights.  Sure, occasionally they’ll help someone out, but most of the time they just serve to harass the public.  I have a question: how many little (and some big) infringements on people’s rights does it take before one can rightfully “defend” oneself against the police?  When cops die, again we are all supposed to join hands and direct Two Minutes Hate toward the enemies of government.  It’s not up to me to decide who deserves life or death, but I will say that I don’t care when cops are killed.  It does not please me, but it does not affect me anymore than when anyone else I don’t know dies.  A tragedy?  Sure.  But if I spent my time mourning everyone’s death, I’d never have time to live myself.  Cops are not special (and are probably less than special).     

The government, of course, inflicts the greatest punishment for anyone who dares to damage it.  Counterfeiting Federal Reserve Notes will get you more jail time than armed robbery.  Try some self-defense the next time a cop infringes on your rights and see how far you get.  The government wants everyone to think that the government is special.  It’s part of their illusion: Politicians, police, and the military all exist to protect your freedom and liberty, so you better support them.  The day that a dead cop or astronaut gets the same air-time as a dead mechanic or plumber is the day that I know the cause of true liberty is taking root.