Rub Their Noses In It, Says I
However, all is not lost. For those of us who are sick and tired not only of the satanic cabal that has hijacked our republic, but the arrogant, blissfully ignorant, selfish, shallow Boobi Americani who populate it, creatures who don't give a damn about war, death, and destruction as long as it doesn't cost them anything tangible, I suggest that we commemorate this coming Monday in a slightly more proactive way. What follows are some suggestions.
- Instead of flying the flag, fly a black cloth embroidered with the total number of dead and/or wounded Americans claimed by the Iraq travesty. If that involves too much work, or if you insist on flying the flag, fly Old Glory [sic] upside down, a sign of distress, with a piece of black ribbon tied to the masthead, a sign of mourning. I can think of no more appropriate gestures to symbolize our current plight than distress and mourning.
- If you attend church regularly, insist, publicly and during the service, on making this Sunday a day of prayer for the wounded and dead in all of our nation's past and present wars. If you attend an Evangelical church, as I do, this will likely lead to either discomfort or unpleasantness, but it's past time that America's "Christians" got a wake-up call as to what their favorite war and the Caesar they so adore have wrought upon the country. Consider bringing along some photographs of dead and wounded soldiers, or better yet, invite a live wounded vet or two to attend church with you.
- If you live near a VA hospital, organize a trip to visit the wounded inmates. I've done this before and you cannot imagine how much it means to these poor souls to know that someone out there cares about them. A good idea would be to invite --indeed, insist-- that neighbors, friends, or fellow church congregants come along with you. A word of advice: don't count on any takers at all, let alone an overwhelming or enthusiastic response, especially from the latter group. For all of their verbal and literal vomitus about how American fighting men and women are doing "God's work", America's Christians show precious little interest in these people's welfare once they've been rendered human hamburger by an IED.
- Bring a wounded veteran or two home with you for the weekend, if possible, and take them around the neighborhood to introduce them to your friends and neighbors. While some might accuse you of cheaply playing on people's fears emotions (the Bushloving warmongers as a group will do this without hesitation), it is essential that your neighbors be shown what the government that they are so ignorant of and don't care about is doing in their names and with their tax dollars.
- As part of the previous suggestion, bring a wounded veteran or two to church with you on Sunday and ask the congregation how many of them intend to put their flesh and blood where their collective mouths are and have their own sons and daughters enlist to take up the slack for these brave, wounded men and women (hint: you'll have plenty of fingers left on each hand to count the number of positive responses with).
- If you can't meet or treat to a relaxing weekend any live wounded veterans, download photos of the Iraq maimed and dead and print flyers that contain the photos and describe the effects of IEDs on human flesh (be sure to use pictures of only dead and maimed Americans; your boobus neighbors, friends, and churchmembers don't care about Iraqis). Deliver these flyers door-to-door in your neighborhood. Plaster them on streetlamps or signs (be sure not to litter, though; that's disrespectful of private property). Here is an excellent source of photographs.