Thursday, December 25, 2003
FUCK THIS SHIT .... That's all I can say.
you gotta read this article 'Dispatches from Iraq'
I'm glad she's there and telling the truth ....
it hurts when you are trying to believe in the U.S. and at times maybe even defend their presence .... Then they turn around and do this...
you know what worries me and I haven't mentioned a word to anyone? I'm worried of all the psychos that are in the army....
Yes I know there are some amazing people like Major Softy and what he's doing for Iraqi Schools ...
but I know there are a lot more like the psychotic morons who had no place in society and are looking for somewhere to prove themselves... Like the weirdo's and nutcases in most American war movies...
And they address us as nonentities, degenerates, ignorant philistines ... They forget the greatest civilization that bought them most of the science that they use...
They forget that we have been here for over 5000 years ... And so we will be for 5000 and maybe 10000 more ... So please do not insult the intelligence of the people of the cradle of civilization, please do not offend the land that has a variety and multitude of cultures more than you will ever be able to manage in the U.S. please show respect so that we 'open minded, modern thinkers of Iraq may have a good word for you and your actions to back it up.' allow us to make you our saviors but with a little respect...
You don't hear much shit from the British... They have done a lot more occupation of countries in their history than the U.S. so look, listen and learn (A primary English school book)!
you gotta read this article 'Dispatches from Iraq'
I'm glad she's there and telling the truth ....
it hurts when you are trying to believe in the U.S. and at times maybe even defend their presence .... Then they turn around and do this...
you know what worries me and I haven't mentioned a word to anyone? I'm worried of all the psychos that are in the army....
Yes I know there are some amazing people like Major Softy and what he's doing for Iraqi Schools ...
but I know there are a lot more like the psychotic morons who had no place in society and are looking for somewhere to prove themselves... Like the weirdo's and nutcases in most American war movies...
And they address us as nonentities, degenerates, ignorant philistines ... They forget the greatest civilization that bought them most of the science that they use...
They forget that we have been here for over 5000 years ... And so we will be for 5000 and maybe 10000 more ... So please do not insult the intelligence of the people of the cradle of civilization, please do not offend the land that has a variety and multitude of cultures more than you will ever be able to manage in the U.S. please show respect so that we 'open minded, modern thinkers of Iraq may have a good word for you and your actions to back it up.' allow us to make you our saviors but with a little respect...
You don't hear much shit from the British... They have done a lot more occupation of countries in their history than the U.S. so look, listen and learn (A primary English school book)!
Monday, December 22, 2003
It's been a few days, I am restless within, at first I thought it may be work related, then I thought that it may be family related, but then I realised it was you ... and me.
He jut came back from Baghdad. For the first time in my life I hugged him, kissed him then hugged him again and inhaled him.... and realised I was trying to feel Iraq through him. That was a first! Never has he traveled and come back nor when I travel and come back have I not missed him terribly but this time I missed my country. I wanted to smell Iraq in him, the place I never lived in, I hugged him and closed my eyes tight and took a few short breaths and then a deep one. My mind was reeling, I received no flash!
But of course I wouldn't recognize the smell of Baghdad, how long has it been? Fourteen years..? Too long...
I felt him bring a dream of it with him, for me, I wanted to ask him about each and every person he met on the street, I wanted him to describe them, I wanted to know how the water tasted and the vegetables and meat too. I wanted him to sing me a song from long ago that would carry me across his shoulders like when I was a child and take me over land and sea to Iraq.
I know a that some may be cynical, 'where were you before?' I've always loved Iraq!
Before we were like lovers hiding from people lest they destroy our fragile child called - a love for one's country - we hid it as a secret never to be told afraid of the 'Mukhabarat' that they may come and question our love and mistake it for loyalty to the Baath Regime.... Yet now... Like two lovers celebrating their love shamelessly in public, our souls as one, our bodies intertwined glistening with perspiration from our passionate encounter, after too long an absence ... We were separate after birth my love and I.
And now we are nearly reunited... and our fire ignited I wanna bay and Howl for my country
He jut came back from Baghdad. For the first time in my life I hugged him, kissed him then hugged him again and inhaled him.... and realised I was trying to feel Iraq through him. That was a first! Never has he traveled and come back nor when I travel and come back have I not missed him terribly but this time I missed my country. I wanted to smell Iraq in him, the place I never lived in, I hugged him and closed my eyes tight and took a few short breaths and then a deep one. My mind was reeling, I received no flash!
But of course I wouldn't recognize the smell of Baghdad, how long has it been? Fourteen years..? Too long...
I felt him bring a dream of it with him, for me, I wanted to ask him about each and every person he met on the street, I wanted him to describe them, I wanted to know how the water tasted and the vegetables and meat too. I wanted him to sing me a song from long ago that would carry me across his shoulders like when I was a child and take me over land and sea to Iraq.
I know a that some may be cynical, 'where were you before?' I've always loved Iraq!
Before we were like lovers hiding from people lest they destroy our fragile child called - a love for one's country - we hid it as a secret never to be told afraid of the 'Mukhabarat' that they may come and question our love and mistake it for loyalty to the Baath Regime.... Yet now... Like two lovers celebrating their love shamelessly in public, our souls as one, our bodies intertwined glistening with perspiration from our passionate encounter, after too long an absence ... We were separate after birth my love and I.
And now we are nearly reunited... and our fire ignited I wanna bay and Howl for my country
