— Joseph Heller, Catch-22
Once they figured out it was Bin Laden, and that he was in Afghanistan, I woulda gave them 48 hours to turn his punk ass over, and if no Bin Laden, leveled the country flat. LEVELED IT.
This is what I thought was gonna happen, but instead nothing happened for a long, long time. And then, um, we attacked Iraq.
Bin Laden who?
It wasn’t until ten years later and George W. Bush was gone from the Presidency that the U.S. government decided to kill Bin Laden. He was hanging out in a mansion in Pakistan, which I’m pretty sure we knew all along.
My anger at being attacked, and I was attacked, MY COUNTRY WAS ATTACKED, was very visceral. The only thing right George W. Bush ever did as a president was interpret the attacks on New York City as an act of war. Then he went off on some bullshit tangent and lost me.
What the hell happened? Now we got the NSA tracking our every move, while brain-dead dipshits think having a gun equals freedom.
Looking back on it, I am surprised by my anger. I remember immediately after it happened playing Metallica’s For Whom The Bell Tolls over and over again, almost like a mantra.
Yes, I would’ve bombed everything. I would’ve demanded Bin Laden, and, if no Bin Laden, fucking bombed. Everything.
I would’ve leveled every country he was suspected of being in. Without regard for innocent life.
Am I better or worse than George W. Bush?
You tell me, but that’s how I felt about it.
I thought it was war, but it turned out to be fucking chess.
— Michael Moore
War is not heroic, and I don’t respect you just because you went off to some distant land to enforce ‘democracy’ and Western ideas.
You kill for greedy capitalists, thats it.
What you say is completely true. HOWEVER, an understanding and kindness should transcend politics. These men (and some women), do you think they just decided one day “I’m going to enforce the capitalist agenda of environmental rape and exploitation?” No. By and large, they wanted to go to college. They come home, addled, with PTSD, unable to function like the rest of us. It takes drugs to make them function right. Poor souls. Whoops! It takes drugs to make me function right, too. And I never been to war! I’m sure it’s just me, all broken and shit. It couldn’t be the society I live in. It just couldn’t.
— Herbert Hoover