Today is one of those days that when you scroll through Facebook statuses you see all kinds of memorial speeches, quotes, videos, etc., thanking American servicemen and women for the protection of America’s freedoms. At one time, I was kind of there with them. Hell, at one time I was one of those uniformed women in service to this country.
But as time will do for some, I became educated in the nuisances of war, control, power and domination, and came to realize through research, logic and common sense thinking that America has never been in a position to have to defend its safety, freedoms and security. Now, given, certain segments of the population have had to do so and are still having to do so, namely those blacks living within the gated confines of American society who haven’t enjoyed or known anything close to freedom and security since the European invasions of African-dwelling countries (including America) began taking place. But, never, has another country preemptively attempted to invade the safety and security of American borders.
So, what has been the job of the American serviceman and woman? Quite simple, yet not so simple, it has been to maintain control and domination over other countries, peoples and resources. Along with that comes the infiltration of American values—if they can be called that—which assures the total incapacitation of the respective nation.
When our children, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, neighbors, friends, mothers and fathers die for this country, we’re told how heroic their acts of bravery (which are sometimes true to the same degree as their ignorance), how they rushed into battle, how they killed four enemy soldiers before being mortally wounded—all feel-good stories to make us feel better and, better yet, never question the validity of what they were doing and whose interests they were usually unknowingly serving. Ask Cindy Sheehan what happens when you don’t buy the story—how the tables turn and you’re painted as nuts and unpatriotic.
We’ve been erroneously and intentionally led to believe that Memorial Day is about sacrificing for the freedoms and security of our country when, in actuality, that’s farthest from the truth. Memorial Day and days like it are given to us as nothing more than mass misdirection and pacification—and a day off for some so that they can barbeque, get drunk and celebrate their pretend freedoms, all while adding to the profit margins of the local grocery store, hotel resorts, beaches, etc.
American holidays are nothing more than a continuation of the American schooling system. A way to reach the adults no longer sitting behind wooden desks staring at bubbles on test forms. A time of pulling on our emotional strings and attempting to renew our patriotical dedication to a country that, especially in recent years, has moved to take more and more of the freedoms enjoyed away from the general population under the guise that it’s for our own good.
Like those countries, whose ways of living, cultures and traditions have been destroyed by American invasions under the auspices of doing what’s good for them, too, we are now becoming the benefactors of that same robbery of freedoms, privacy and security. We shouldn’t find that surprising considering those who run and shape this country have had years to practice in the lands of others—with the help of our unwitting men and women in uniform. Here, today, we are reapers of what has been sown. What our servicemen and women have been shipped to distant lands to uphold.
That is the true story of America. That is the history of its foot, sea and air soldiers. In time, many more of us will come to realize that we, those who sit by while America continues its assaults and exploits in the name of freedom for its occupants, are of no more importance than the Iraqi, African, Afghan or Arab who while sitting down to dinner became vaporized ashes because an American jetfighter, piloted by a son loyal to his father country and unquestioning in his belief and dedication to his father country, inadvertently dropped a JDAM on their home.
So, on this day, as with any other meant to pay tribute to the service of men and women who fight to uphold America’s domination, I cannot in good conscience say “thank you.” I can say, however, that I hope one day you come into the knowledge and knowing that for every beginning you believe you create for this country, every freedom you believe you maintain or restore, every illusionary measure of security you believe you place at America’s doorstep, you have actually lent to the destruction of someone else’s way of life. Someone who had in no way interfered in yours. Someone who might one day make America’s habitual “boy who cried wolf” statement, come to fruition.
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