So of course, revelation of the Haditha massacre has consumed a lot of the email cycles of my non-LBO related life on line.
Someone, well, not just “someone”, a friend, reminded me that I'm separated by far less than six degrees from a SoCal agent/producer – a worm really, trying to escape his ground hugging status by adopting the death's head as a talisman against fear and loathing (which leads, as nuclear explosion leads to electromagnetic pulse, right on back to that very fear and loathing) – who inadvertently provides a “why”.
See, some soldiers get angry at the political and military leadership for moving them like insensate chess pieces right into a shit storm.
Others - like those this guy has attached himself to - get mad at you for not being there or, not shutting up and getting with the goddamn program.
Here comes those prophets of 21st century nihilism, Iggy Pop and The Stooges to bring it all home:
Search and Destroy
I'm a street walking cheater with a hand full of napalm I'm a runaway son of a nuclear A-bomb I am the world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys Honey gotta help me please Somebody gotta save my soul Baby, detonate for me Look out honey, 'cause i'm using technology Ain't got time to make no apology Solar radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a fire fight Honey gotta strike a plan Somebody gotta save my soul Baby, tell em, take my mind
I'm the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy And honey I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin' only to destroy Forgotten boy, forgotten boy Forgotten boy said hey forgotten boy
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--------- Necessitas ultimum et maximum telum est.
Livy