This is something that I really, really struggle not to tell people when they say, “Support the troops.” It really takes a massive amount of effort on my part to not descend into a mouth-frothing, chaotic, screaming string of profanities and obscenities when I hear that. This is as polite as I possibly can be without saying nothing… (Click for a larger version.)
So, when you tell me to “support your troops”…
Fuck you. Fuck your troops. Fuck your murderous bullshit. Fuck your baby-killing, child-raping, psychotic homicidal maniacs. Fuck your weapons. Fuck your bombs. Fuck your depleted uranium. Fuck your drones. Fuck your torture. Fuck your black prisons. Fuck your war-mongering politicians. Fuck your bloodlust. And fuck you for asking me.
And support your own goddamn troops.
Don’t ask me to participate in your sick, twisted, evil murderous rampages.
Don’t ask me to condone your willful ignorance of the horrors inflicted on countless innocents.
Don’t ask me to forgive your troops for their willful ignorance as they bomb people’s homes.
I’ve been screaming inside for a long time, and had to get that out.
There is no path to peace. Peace is the path. — Mahatma Gandhi, “Non-Violence in Peace and War”