Showing posts with label war. Show all posts
Showing posts with label war. Show all posts

Friday, November 11, 2016

Nuclear Code

Last year I did a few posts in response to topics on the the Writing Prompt Reddit and since rite now I am in the middle of trying to work on my Novel for NaNoWriMo I have no time to post anything new, so for the rest of the month I will be posting some of them on here. The prompt for this following post (fitting for this year) was you have to tell the president that there nuclear weapons do not exist. This is what I came up with, enjoy. 


I stepped into the oval office as the President was returning from giving a heated speech usher the threat of nuclear war against the Russians.
“Great speech, sir.”
“Thank you General. Now send out the request for all nuclear bases to be on standby.”
“ I can’t do that Mr. President.”
“You can and you will, you cannot defy an executive order Nathaniel.”
“No, no sir, I would love nothing more than to send nuclear bombs over Baghdad.”
“Moscow, we are going to nuke Russia not Iraq.”
“Sorry sir I was listening to Outkast on my way over here.” I took a seat across from the President at his desk, “So, listen, we don’t have them.”
“Don’t have what?” He confusingly asked.
“Nukes.” I watched as he started to laugh, “not a joke, sir, we do not have nuclear capabilities; never have.”
“Never have? What are you on drugs?”
“Several, but that’s not the point here the; point is we cannot put any nuclear bases on high alert because there are no nukes.”
“No nukes? This is absurd. We have been threatening the use of these things for years; I have attended summits with world leaders to lower the number we have.” He slumped back into his chair, “and here you are telling me they don’t exist.”
“I didn’t say they don’t exist. I just said we don’t have them. I have no idea if they are real or not.”
“Do the Russians have them?”
“Our intelligence says they are faking too, but I just don’t want to say they don’t exist it’s a broad statement. I once met Big Foot at a concert in Edmonton, but people say he doesn’t exist. So, as far as we know they aren’t real.”
“You are shitting me?”
"Not at all, he is a big fan of folk music and he can roll a blunt better than anyone I've met."
Not about Bigfoot, the nukes you moron."
“No sir. We don’t have them and we are sure no one has them.”
He rubbed his eyes and looked at me. He was silent for a few moments before he asked the question I knew was coming:
“What about World War Two? We used them on Japan.”
“False. We told everyone we used them, to scare the world in the years following the war. “
“I have seen the photos of the destruction. If there are no nukes how do you explain that?”
“Godzilla.”
“Excuse me?”
“Godzilla, sir.”
“Godzilla? You really are on drugs.”
“Yes sir, I am.”
“What about the Manhattan project?”
“Big card game and pet-sitting for Godzilla.”
“God fucking Zilla? Nukes are not real but a giant fire breathing lizard?”
“He doesn’t really breathe fire that was made up movie bullshit. He just really likes crushing shit.”
“Where is he?”
“Who?”
“Godzilla, if he is real where is he?”
“Ummm, that’s a good question.”
“You don’t know where he is?”
“No sir, I’m not his handler.”
“Who is?”
“Albert Einstein.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, he isn’t dead, in fact he isn’t human. He is an alien, he came here with his pet lizard and did all sorts of science shit and now he is with Godzilla somewhere.”
“Can he crush Moscow or some other Russian city?”
“No, no, Albert is far too small for crushing of any kind.”
“Not Einstein you imbecile: Godzilla. Can he be released on Russia instead?”
“I guess so, though he isn’t fond of the cold weather, so it may have to wait until l summer. I’ll try to get a handle on their position.” I stood up and left the oval office leaving the president to his own confused thoughts.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Haiku Volume 13

I was recently told that it has been quite some time since I last posted some haiku, so I decided I would take a little bit of time to get my Geoffrey on and whip some up.

So without any long winded intro here are some!

I
Guns blare and bombs fall.
Children cry while mothers die.
Casualties of war.

II
Drips of morning dew
glisten in the orange glow;
jack-o-lantern tears.

III
Fearful folks follow
ghouls, ghosts, goblins gobbling
up sugary sweets.

IV
A lonely red leaf
dancing gently in the wind:
crisping in the sun.

V
Black clouds hover high
above my head and rain is
mere moments away.

VI
Brown skin, luscious lips
whispering sensually;
a desert mirage.

VII
Cold brown corneas
rip out my soul without words

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Haiku Volume 11

Good morning folk, or good afternoon I guess that would depend on when you are reading this. Well Happy day to you whatever time it is  I hope it will/has been a great one for you. I know as I type this I have a wonderful day of working looming over me like Donald Trumps giant wall. Its a big wall, a wall so big, he knows walls OK. No one knows walls like the Donald, and who is going to pay for that wall??? No one, because it is a fucking ludicrous idea that makes zero sense especially when we as a nation of a debt in the fucking Trillions. This whole election, from both sides, is the most ridiculous thing I have ever witnessed, but this is for a day closer to election day.

Anyway moving on.

I also want to take a moment here to congratulate one of my best friends Christina on her engagement! I am super excited and happy for you. I cannot wait to celebrate your engagement by getting white girl wasted, which is what I plan on doing at your wedding, though with far more dancing! I would post a picture of us, but if I posted one without her approval she would stab me in the eye socket especially because she would hate the chose so instead here is a GIF of how excited I am:
Now while I finish part 4 of A Western End (it is in the editing stage now), start another edition of my movies post, and create a new series about Hip Hop lyricists, I bring to you another volume of Haiku (I am compiling these and other Haiku together to create a book called Hey Look Its Haiku and Some Essays About Life, by Dan Perrucci! (Yeah the title is a haiku and yeah I am awesome. Thanks for thinking so as well!)
I
Steel flies through the cold:
a country torn apart by
a forgotten war.

II
Explosions downtown,
but the world doesn't care when
the victims are brown.

III
Innocent police
killed in the line of duty
Human lives matter.

IV
Police gunfire bangs
innocent citizens killed:
Human lives matter.

V
Flowers start to bloom
shedding winter from their soul.
Sprung from death to life.

VI
The lights slowly dim
until darkness: my thoughts creep
leaving me restless.

VII
Red beating muscle
pumping life;slowly breaking
now unmendable.

VIII
Wind gushes through trees
swaying the branches gently
as green buds awake.

IX
My alarm clock blares
as the morning sun creeps in
I refuse to wake.

X
The sun's still asleep
as a loud meow echos:

“Feed me NOW human!”



The Other Editions

Volume 1

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Bro-Codology Volume 2


Hello beautiful people and you ug-mos too —I don't want to discriminate— welcome to the second installment of Bro-Codology, where I delve deep into the mind of man and deep into the history books to bring you the laws of the bro. Laws which all brothers and friends must follow. Failure to do so will lead a public flogging in Times Square. If you have not read Volume one please do so, or I will personally come to your home and burn it down like my name was Left Eye.

Law 4- A bro in need is a bro indeed

If your Bro calls you and needs your help right away you must go to him, because he would do the same for you. It doesn't matter what you're doing or who you're doing, you drop that shit like your name was Terrell Owens and help your buddy out. If you're watching your children, don't actually drop them— that's how brain damage occurs. If you ARE watching your dumb kids you still must respond to the Bro-mergency, sit your kid down in the car and go. Duct tape works well for this, so get a roll and secure that baby.... on second thought use a car seat. If cops pull you over I think they may frown upon taped babies, there are all these odd laws regarding child abuse, this may constitute “abuse”, but I am not a lawyer, so you may want to check with one to find out for sure.  I guess you wouldn't tape down your beer, so why do it to a baby?
Ok, went a little off track, so back to the rule. Basically help him out in his time of need; this could be something small like a lift home from the bar or if he needs your help in disposing of his wife's body. I suppose she would be his ex-wife now, or would he still technically be married until her body is found? If he pretends to be upset, wears his wedding ring, gets a tattoo in her honor and no one knows about his Russian mistress I guess in the view of the world they are still married. Actually, she is dead he is a widow; that was a silly thought of mine. Either way in due time he will get caught and will be the wife/property of a massive bald Neo-Nazi named Shep who will destroy his tootsie roll until it looks like it sat in the sun for months.
Wait just one second, where was I?

Now this rule has been touched upon by many outlets. The late great Big L even referenced it on his classic song "Casualties of a Dice Game". For those who know the song please skip following paragraph.

Now in this song Big L just won big at a local dice game (I think Ashy Larry was present at the game). The other rollers were very upset so they set out to kill Mr. L. They were following him so L Called up his friend Bones and asked him for assistance. His buddy said he couldn't help because he was upstairs getting it in. Big L was forced to deal with his newly acquired enemies all by himself. He disposed of those two hooligans, but he was severely hurt in the altercation. This would not of happened if that Lazy Bones* (let us see if anyone gets that reference) just helped his brother in need. Long story shortened, Big L killed Bones and beat the whore he was with as if Big was actually the Sham-Wow guy; sadly L died because of his injuries.

That is an extreme case of not helping your Bro when he requires assistance. In most of the cases death isn’t the result, but keep that in your mind next time your friend needs help and you deny him. As with all the rules there is a historical background that led to the development of the rule. Rule 4 is no different, so let us hop into our phone booth and visit a couple prominent historical figures, shall we?

The year was 1939; a year of extreme historical importance in the Eastern hemisphere, a year where a woman named Ethyl gave birth to a man who decades later would provide a market for televised paternity tests*; a year in which the inventor of basketball (a white relatively short man… oh how the game has changed) took his final free throw; a summer where the Wizard of Oz had amazed American audiences, but on the other side of the pond, something more sinister than a hanging midget was brewing— something deadlier and not has funny. A cloud darker than Wesley Snipes was beginning to form over Eastern Europe; A Jew killing tyrannical cloud known as the Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterparte¸this cloud was fueled by a Charlie Chaplin look alike. 

Now, the world knew that the German Führer was up to something, he wanted revenge for the wrongs he felt that were suffered by the German people after WWI . . . also he wanted to kill all of the people of  Jewish faith, but that is off topic. Now his plans were to invade Poland and Edward Rydz-Śmigły, the General Inspector of Armed Forces (the highest Polish military position) knew that this day would be coming. Rydz-Śmigły prepped by mobilizing the Polish military on August 30 to prepare for the invasion, while the pussyfooted French tried to tell him to back down in hopes of a diplomatic solution— meanwhile Hitler’s troops were already ready for invasion along the Germany-Poland border. The French should be involved in anything military like a cat should get involved in a kangaroo boxing match; it just makes no sense stick to the pastries you beret wearing douches.

            Rydz-Śmigły, knew that he had an ally in Great Britain, so he figured he would give Neville Chamberlain a ring on the telephone:

“Good evening, Prime Minister.”
“Who the bloody hell is this?”
“This is  Edward Rydz-Śmigły, General Inspector of Armed Forces of Poland!”
“Say Eddie, does that last name come in English?”
“Sir, I am calling you for my great nation of Poland is about to be attacked by Germany. I would like the support of the British military in order to maintain my country’s sovereignty.”
“Is this a joke? Williams is this you?”
“Sir, I assure you this is no joke. We have met on several occasions.”
“Tell you what my good chap, I will help later Charlie Chaplin won't invade just yet, I’ll have my people call you. Now I must attend tea, for it is customary. Cheers Eddie.”

            On September 1st Germany initiated the invasion of Poland and on the 3rd Britain and France declared war on Germany, but did as little as possible to assist Poland. After over a month Poland was conquered by Germany and its Soviet allies. One must wonder if Britain sent troops to aid the Polish army would they have stood more of a chance?

If you get a call from a buddy, whether it be about military action about to take place in his bedroom or if he needs you to call a bails bondsman, you drop everything; if you don’t it could cost nearly $288 billion dollars (in 40’s money, not this inflated crap we have now) and kill over 60 million people. Now, if you can live with that shit on your brain pal don’t be a bro: ignore the call.
As Sean Connery once said “Here endeth the lesson”.

How Not to Strangle a Customer

Based on popular demand her is the unedited version of my "How To" class assignment. Everyone who has ever worked in any industry in which you are forced to deal with the moronic public will understand this post.


Those who have worked within the retail industry have all at one point wanted to put their hands around a customer’s throat and squeeze, but this is the real world and that kind of thing leads to prison time.  Since murder is not a logical answer to handling an idiot customer here are few other steps one can take to deal with them.
                When you sense that a customer is becoming a nuisance to you and your day the best and most logical step is to pawn the customer off on a co-worker. Choose a coworker you secretly hate, tell them you have to go to the bathroom and have them handle the customer. If there is not a coworker whom you have distaste for, just give the customer to the nearest employee and run off to the bathroom like your bladder is full of a gallon of Kool-Aid.
                What if you are alone? Good question. If step one is not possible or if your coworkers know your diabolical scheme it is time to take other measures to prevent a complete meltdown.  The first thing you must do is breath. Take a deep breath and relax, because if you do not breathe you will turn blue and faint—if you can hold your breath long enough to pass out, do so and you will be exempt from helping the customer; if you don’t have good health coverage though, just breath and continue with the next step.  Taking deep breathes should relax you to a point where you can focus on not turning into Mike Tyson and serving the customer with a right uppercut.
                Now that you have prevented yourself from delivering the knockout punch it is time for step two. While the customer is talking, which most likely will sound like the adults from the peanuts cartoons, put the image of you hurting them, physically or verbally, in your brain. This will bring a smile to your face which will make the customer think that you are truly happy to help them. You should be able to keep the smile on your face long enough to satisfy the customer, whether or not you actually help them is not your problem; if they wanted to be helped they shouldn’t have been an annoying ignoramus in the first place.
                If the first two steps fail and you are growing angrier with the customer with each word they spew out of their stupid mouth, don’t curse them off just yet there is another option. Just say to the customer “excuse me for a moment”, “let me look in the back”, or “let me ask the manager”, and walk away. Now that you are away from the customer, take a moment to collect yourself, now what you do to do this is up to you. A few suggestions are: scream and curse loudly, breath, punch anything in your sight, or just sit down for a moment. Once you have re centered yourself, walk back out to the problem and start over with the steps.
                If these steps do not help you deal a bothersome customer, just scream and curse at them; after all getting fired is still better than murder.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Osama Bin Blogin

I have no clue why it looks like two different fonts, i was typing in word and it magically turned like that, so fuck you Bill Gates, I blame you. Excuse the gramatical errors for now I was in such a rush to get this posted, I am editing it as I read it. Sorry for any difficulty this provides.
Was struggling to come up with a good topic, then a group of brave American seals put a bullet through Osama Bin Laden’s skull so with the suggestion coming from Christina Bosco (find the link to her blog at the top of my page people). I decided to go in on this topic and give MY thoughts. I do not expect you to agree with me, I do expect you to read, analyze and think about what I say and if you disagree I expect a educated discussion in the comments. If you catch any historical inaccuracies feel free to point them out to me, I am NOT a historian, just a man with an opinion, though I tend to know a lot about history. I wanted to post something funny but the current events occurring changed that. I will post something funny later on this week, maybe a fiction piece or nonfiction, but something light hearted.

Killing one man will not spell the end to this conflict. I think that our celebration of Bin Laden's death, though warranted, is a futile and pointless thing. He was nothing but one man, flesh and bone; the thing we are fighting is not man, it is something greater, it is an idea, a concept—Something that cannot be defeated. I will not give this topic the justice it deserves but I need to discuss, our misunderstandings about this man, and our blatant disrespect of the Islamic faith following 9/11. Our efforts in this war are nothing but a waste of American lives and money, chasing a man who, yes was a figurhead for Islamic Radicalism, is just that: a man.
                September 11, 2001, a day which defined our generation. I think every American remembers where they were when they heard the news that two hijacked planes slammed into the Twin Towers in the World Trade Center, another into the Pentagon and a fourth crashing in the middle of Pennsylvania. I was a freshman and I recall sitting in lunch (yes, I had lunch at like 10:30 am, 4th period lunch, worst lunch period ever) when they made an announcement of the terrorist attacks over the loud speaker. I don’t think I will ever forget where I was, it is engraved in my memory. Our discussion went from random high school jargon to a more serious discussion; war. We knew, even as freshmen that our great nation would not sit back and let some shit brained terrorists kill thousands of Americans without any repercussion.  
When I got home and turned on the TV, the images of planes crashing into those building played over and over on every channel. People running covered in dust, running away from the crumbling towers. Images of this horrific day played all day, and night for days. These images are as clear in my mind now as they were the day I first saw them.  The man responsible: Osama Bin Laden, he was harbored by the Taliban controlled government in Afghanistan.  So in order to capture the man who devised the deadliest terror attack on American soil, we had to enter a war in Afghanistan.  This is a country where the people have only known war; since 1979 the Afghan people have been fighting outside invaders and one another.
                In 1979, the Soviet Union invaded this desolate, poor nation. Now this was during the heart of the cold war, so we saw this as an opportunity to give our hated enemy a defeat similar to ours in Vietnam. At the start we invested little money and weapons for these so called “Freedom Fighters”, but as the war between the Soviets and Afghanistan progressed our financial involvement grew. We began providing better weapons more money and training done by the Pakistanis ISA.
SIDE NOTE- Just a curious point, bin laden and his fellow Al-Qaeda were trained by Pakistan, the same place where he was hiding in his compound. Just interesting, that the Pakistani government didn’t know. Maybe it is just me though.
We began providing anti aircraft rockets to shoot down Soviet helicopters, which was a turning point in this war. Now I am not going to go into a history lesson about this war, you can research it on your own and formulate your own thoughts. Just know this, our money and weapons assisted these fighters, who we now call terrorists, which included one Osama Bin Laden. He assisted in “our” toppling of the Soviet Union arguably more than most Americans care to acknowledge. Bellow is an excerpt from an essay by rapper/political activist Immortal Technique which I feel fits my discussion, I will put a link to his full essay at the bottom of the page. I suggest you read it in order to hear a different opinion on Bin Laden, most may not agree with him (I don’t agree with everything he has to say either), though he makes several valid points. I believe strongly it is important to get as many POV’s as possible on any topic so you can form your own opinion.
After the collapse of the Dr. Najibullah’s regime, the loss of countless Afghan lives and over 20,000 Russian soldiers, Usāmah bin Muhammad bin Awad bin Lādin [there is no direct translation from Arabic to English so this is one of the many ways to spell his name, perhaps the closest translation possible] became another unpronounceable name that, to be quite honest and veer from the formal manner of journalism, nobody here gave a fuck about in 1989. The U.S. and its allies will downplay his roll, saying he just raised money, that he was not a great fighter. But he was a link, and a recognizable one that was considered as an asset to the CIA and to other intelligence services like the Pakistani ISI. In other words, he did to the Russians what we would call terrorism if it were done to us now. (Immortal Technique)
                I feel, now this is completely opinion I am not sure how I can prove it without entering the mind of Osama and the other Afghan Freedom Fighters, that we assisted in this decade long fight against Soviet invaders, and once the final Soviet soldiers retreated, so did our funding.  Now I can only help but to wonder if we put the same amount of money into the rebuilding of this poor nation as we did to help destroy it, would we have become the enemies of such a number of, now called, Terrorists. We left Afghanistan with an internal struggle for power, a struggle that would lead to civil war. Now is this the reason for us becoming radical Islam’s number one target? Or was it when the first American troops arrived in Saudi Arabia and Kuwait during the first gulf war? Regardless of the reasons, these freedom fighters were now called terrorists by the American Government.
                When we shared a common enemy with these people, they were freedom fighters, defending their home from the Bastard Communist invaders, yet once we no longer have a common enemy, they are terrorists. Then 9/11 occurred and the whole country began a rally to fight terrorism. President George W. Bush declared a war on terrorism, American citizens rallied behind this idea by waving the American flag outside their homes, on their cars and on the roads: Patriotism began to spread like wildfire. Now I just want to look at the term used for this war, “The War on Terrorism”.  This is a war with no clear enemy (though the media and government made Bin Laden the figurehead for the “enemy” in this war), it is a war fighting an idea not an actual enemy. It is similar to the fight against Communism after WWII; yes we gave the enemy label to the Soviet Union because it was the largest, most powerful Communist nation, but it was the idea of a communist state that the U.S. government was against.  
Side note—The eerie similarity between the Soviets and Osama, each was our “ally” turned enemy, the soviets during WWII, and perhaps without them making Germany Fight a two front war we would have struggled to win the war, and Osama during his fight vs. the Soviets. Shows that when there is a common enemy you will be the American Government’s friend, but when it is time for us to look good on the global stage we will declare you our enemy. A similar situation is occurring with the uprisings throughout the Middle East now, which I suppose is another blog entirely.
                Who was our enemy? The American Public, as stupid and naive as they are, decided that since these particular terrorists were Muslims all Muslims were terrorists. Irrefutable logic right? While these morons began to treat Muslim Americans differently they seem to forget that Islam is a religion of peace. Yes, there are Islamic people who are terrorists, but most of them are hard working, religious people, who would never harm anyone. Yet these Americans became singled out and harassed. For the Men the beards they grew as a symbol of their devotion to god became a way for stupid racists to spot them and harass them. The head dress worn by many woman of the faith to show their love for Allah became a symbol of how this religion oppresses women.   The faith of Islam became the public’s enemy. This country which was founded on the belief of religious freedom was now persecuting people because of their faith.
                Though this discrimination has died down recently, there have been two major controversies discriminating people of the Islamic faith. The first happened right here in our backyard.  I am sure everyone remembers the Mosque controversy in NYC, if not I shall recap what occurred. Last summer there was a proposal to purchase an abandoned Burlington Coat Factory and turn the Building into a Mosque/Community center. While the group was trying to raise funds to purchase the property the plans came to light in the public eye. Now this shouldn’t be a big deal, but this vacant building was different then all others: this was hallowed ground.
 Hold on. I have to pause and laugh at that asinine statement.
                This purposed site was two blocks away from the spot where the Twin Towers fell. Now within that same neighborhood there is an OTB (off-track betting) and a strip club. Yet Americans are fine with gambling and naked women occupying their “hallowed ground”, because what’s more American than that? Well religious freedom for one thing.  The ignorant public took this and ran with it, fueled by the moronic mass media.
SIDE NOTE- Mind you while all this was occurring, the group raising the money was not even close to the amount of money needed for the project.
                During demonstration and protests against the mosque (which was unnecessary in my mind, but it is the right of Americans to protest and if I refuse to take away the religious freedom of people, I would definitely not want to take away their right to freedom of speech and assembly) the side fighting against the mosque had no legitimate argument for the building not to be converted into a community center, so they resorted to racist rants, showing their ignorance and stupidity.  They referred to the people behind the mosque as, according to one protestor, "the same people who took down the twin towers," And that “it should be put in the Middle East” (quotes attributed to Steve Ayling, taken from a Foxnews.com Article, link at bottom). Really Steve? That is perhaps the most un-American thing you could say. You are trying to take away their right to follow the religion of their choosing. It is their right granted by the constitution, yet it is sad that these were not just the thoughts of Mr. Ayling, but of a whole group of Americans. These people were no different than the protestor’s except for their skin color and religious beliefs; they are not terrorists, they are not illegal immigrants, they are hard working Americans. Yet the protestors only saw something they did not understand, so they feared. They lumped in all people of the Islamic faith with those Islamic extremists. Instead of thinking about the situation in a logical way they allowed the hate to fuel their argument. They had no valid argument against an abandoned store becoming something meaningful to the Islamic community.
                Then in France just recently they placed a ban on women wearing anything that covers their face, this was targeted at the some 2,000 Muslim women who reside in France. The Niqab and the Burqa, are two of the headdresses worn by Muslim women as part of their religious beliefs. France’s Islamphobia led them to this ridiculous ban. In a country where Islam is the second largest religion (though not close to the Catholic population, about 5 million Muslims reside in the country) it does not appear that the government ready to acknowledge this. These women have chosen to wear the headdresses on their own will, yet France sees it as a danger. This is wrong in every way I could think of, bigotry at its finest. This would be similar if they were to ban yamakas, or not allow people to wear a cross around their neck; to take this away is to take away a person’s right to worship.
 I am still appalled that these things can occur in developed nations, and I apologize for that rant, but I feel it is necessary to show how anti-Muslim the post 9/11 world has become. But I shall return to the matter at hand, Osama Bin Laden, a man who helped the United States defeat the Soviet Union, now (and since the Clinton administration) our most wanted. Now since the Early 90’s the U.S. Government has been on a hunt for Bin Laden, but after the attacks on September 11, the hunt intensified. Bush began the deployment of American troops into Afghanistan, with the objective to overthrow the Taliban Government and to find and capture/kill Bin Laden.
After news that Bin Laden was killed, Facebook began be covered with “go America”, and “Osama’s dead” status.  Which is of course all well and dandy, because our troops have been hunting this man for years, and we finally got him; it is time to celebrate. Then I saw a status were the poster rambled for a few hundred characters and then posted this gem “We know Obama is trying to take credit for this . . . we do have stupid Americans who think he did this. Maybe we should give Bush a call and thank him”. I thought to myself really, thank Bush? I agree that Obama did nothing but listen to intelligence and give the green light on the mission— he does not deserve the credit for the killing of Osama. It was not Obama, nor was it Bush, in fact in my mind this would have been accomplished years ago if President Bush did not begin the pointless war in Iraq. This war took away crucial money, troops and weapons away from our campaign in Afghanistan, making it more difficult to find Osama. So let us not thank any politician, but let us thank the brave men and women fighting these two wars.  Not just the group of Navy Seals who actually carried out the mission, but to ever single solider who has stepped foot onto the barren landscape risking their lives for a cause which most don’t actually understand. I personally want to thank every single person in our military, you are the true heroes in all of this, and it is just a shame that politicians will use your sacrifices in order to seek their re-election. If Obama wants applause from the American public he will bring as many troops home as possible (though I know it is impossible to bring them all home because in order to help these two countries rebuild we must keep presence there.)
So Osama Bin Laden is dead what now? Is this the End of the war? No. As I said earlier this is a war without the possibility of victory, as Immortal Technique puts it,
Bin Laden may be the face of radical Islam, but he was not its only leader. His death leaves a vacuum, a place for others that may wish to find fame and at the same time satisfy their supposedly pious Muslim ego in “accepting their duty” to engage in a Jihad against someone who is occupying their country. This person who wishes to be a singular entity must remember, only a few of those have ever held true power. (Immortal Technique)
                With the death of one, another takes his place. If we were to pursue a war on this it would not end, there is a never ending supply of people that could be brainwashed into this wrong interpretation of Islam. The government would continue to ship our young men and women across the seas to fight, to kill, to destroy, to die. How many American lives are our politicians willing to waste on a futile effort? Our objective was Bin Laden and we, supposedly still waiting for proof, got him. It took ten years, and thousands of lives, but we finally have a bullet in his head. So this should be the end. We should now focus all the money on our own problems, other internal wars.
Whatever the result of the death of Bin Laden, let us never forget all those who perished on 9/11. Let us remember all the brave soldiers who gave their life. Whether you agree or disagree with the war, whether you believe the stories of what actually happened on 9/11 or if you are one of those conspiracy theorist, regardless of your skin color, regardless of your religious beliefs, regardless of your political views, and regardless of your social standing: Never forget.