The dawn finds our hero waking
Just barely 3 hours deep into it all,
3 hours away he wakes again
To a slumbersome reality
Of mortars slinging across a mourning sky
We will burn these houses the masked figured whisper
We will by almighty god win in the end
I still don't think I understand the isreali palestinian conflict. I
mean on one hand, you can't move into a place claiming manifest destiny
and clear the current residents out. But then again you can't blow
innocent people up because you aren't strong enough to fight a real army
to army war. You also can't shoot a leader of a militant but culturally
nominated and cemented political group and not expect a no holds barred
assault in return.
Actually scratch the first one... That's how the u s of a came to be. So
I suppose you could but then you are just setting yourself up for a fall
when you finally realize that destiny will never really manifest itself
without some genuine all american bloodshed and your thirst for that
kind of action takes hold of you and everybody looks across the table at
the un like is this mutherfuck crazy or just insane? The whole thing is
strange indeed.
The really fucked up thing though is that I can understand everybodys
view in it. How do you break an idealogical stalemate?
