We should pull out, Dude

We need to pull out of war in the middle east (and anywhere else)
Our presence in the cradle of civilization,
impregnates hate and fear.
Users are weaponizing this turmoil against humanity.
The United States is fueling the weapon.
For fuck sakes!  All humans are on a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in the middle of, as far as we know, infinite space.  We are on this planet for a short amount of time and shorter for some and especially those in war zones.
How dare the U.S. government (or any other government) decide how another human on our planet should experience it!  Let us experience the earth and relationships without military conflict!
I'm even talking to you little tribal war bands.  Stop it.
It's one thing for ancient tribes to protect their territory because they didn't know better.
We do.  To continue these deadly disputes is futile and a waste of our time.
We should use our time on earth to discover.  Discover what?  Whatever the fuck you want.
But do no harm.

 

tie the yellow twiggy around the old oak tree

So I had this dream a bit ago...totally random: it was brought to my attention that the real reason Britain and Iran were at war was because an Iranian shot and killed Twiggy's boyfriend.

I swear I haven't thought about Twiggy in a while, nor Britain and Iran in any kind of combat. No clue why that flew on through, but then today I see this Headline:

Why Is Britain Ramping Up Sanctions Against Iran?

The answer?

TWIGGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah, why?

Jim Hightower asks a question I want to know the answer to: http://www.alternet.org/waroniraq/128957/why_are_we_%22surging%22_into_afghanistan/

The beauty of Afghanistan:

Baby Beth War

I was in grade school when the Baby Beth war broke out. I was at my next door neighbor's house and found my Baby Beth doll in her basement. I knew it was mine because years earlier I had powdered Baby Beth's face and it was still caked in her nostrils. I remember being sick to my stomach when I realized that I had to confront my neighbor and tell her that this was my doll. This was a very violatile person, my next door neighbor, and she proved it once again by denying me my baby doll and screaming at me to leave. Minutes later her mother called mine. Her mother was even more foreboding--she may have even threatened to sue (she did that). My mother did not know how to respond--I mean, HOW do you respond?! I can't remember all that occured, but it turned out that my next door neighbor had the exact same doll and she thought it was hers. After they found her doll, they colored her Baby Beth's nostrils with pencil lead.