That which we now call the world is a result of a host of errors and fantasies which have gradually arisen in the course of the total evolution of organic nature, have become entwined with
one another and are now inherited by us as the accumulated treasure of the entire past.
-Nietzche
Prison rot. Acid less flashbacks caused by the prospect of light. Once again freedom, but one that will forbid me from ever publicly acknowledging the past year of my life—my association with the Air force or the government at all.
Dishonorable Discharge: AWOL
I wait for release. But it doesn’t come. They tell me everyday I’m going to get out. They do it just to fuck with me, so why should I believe it now?
Today: I lift weights in between bench sweat wiping duty, and act as a human doormat for these fucks I’m conditioned to think are superior to me.
Superior, because they brainwash cleaner than me. Uncle Sam washes their brains of any thoughts he doesn’t condone. He scrubbed mine with steel wool and it wouldn’t come clean. Therefore they are a better breed. Better, because they are effective drones. Something I could never become.
I tried once. Suspended my humanity until the force of military dis-belief caused it to snap. Pop: this culture of killing isn’t my thing. It never was.
As a child I would fake colds every time my father tried to bring me deer hunting. I wasn’t able to justify the murder of an animal for meat. How did I reason that I could kill another human being over the fall of a building? And that’s what this war they were going to send me off to fight was about.
The American Towers of Babble downed. Our Ego, the iconic soul of our country was under attack. It wasn’t about the lives of the three thousand who died. It was about the architecture and what it represented. But the White House’s chief tenant couldn’t admit that—his lease on the Pennsylvania Avenue property would be in jeopardy. So he propagandized, and convinced the nation that it was truly about the heroes who had died.
September eleventh marked the onslaught of a new era: The Dis-invincibility of an Untouchable Empire. America as fair game. I’m sure there were other ways out of my situation. I could have faked injury or insanity; pulled pantyhose over my thighs and hit on the other guys. I could have milked my bad knee. But I couldn’t feign support of the imperialistic ideals of this pseudo-democracy anymore. I hated taking commands from an overfed aristocracy. I realized that I didn’t just disagree with the premise of the Anti-terrorism war in Afghanistan , I loathed the entire fabric of bullshit that constipates the belief system of the United States of America .
I wouldn’t fight a war when its sole purpose was to massacre the populace of a country for the actions of a man they presumed was hiding out there. For the acts of a man who our own president at one time supported. For the acts of a man whose family frequented the President’s Texas Ranchero for Tex Mex dinner parties.
The concept gave me indigestion.
An excerpt from an abandoned novella I started years ago. Never published or posted anywhere...I don't think. Very loosely based on the story of a friend who went A.W.O.L. way back in 2002 or 2003.
I seriously wish I could vote on this, really well done. And it appears we are kindred, though I tend to keep my political views off my blog they are very much in line with this. Actually, that's not entirely true- the keeping it off my blog statement I mean- I have a short story series on here called The Playground, Reality in Fiction that is pretty heavily laced with all of my views, political and otherwise. A series I will be picking back up hopefully soon. For now I'm posting a complete fluff novel, a lot of fun to write, but mostly just for entertainment purposes. I have already put through two novels of a series I'm writing- mostly entertainment as well, though there will be some underlying messages by the time it's finished :)
Glad you blundered onto my blog babe, lol.
Haha <3 that - blundered onto your blog. Thanks so much for reading and commenting on this!! I'll check out your novel too - that it's fun to write is what matters.
I think people who identify as writers often put too much pressure on ourselves to make something publishable, or 'perfect' or 'literary' (whatever that means!) and we forget it's supposed to be a hobby. We are supposed to love writing, it's supposed to be fun! I know months sometimes go by and I don't write a word because I let that inner critic take over. I have a knack for ruining hobbies with ambition haha
That's amazing you've done 2 novels already?! I've been working on the same memoir for 2.5 years now lol. (this piece is something different - no connection). Definitely going to be going through your blog to see your fiction!!
I hear you on the politics. I definitely have strong opinions but try not to live in a bubble and agree to disagree. You can probably gather from this what I think of the current president lol - but my boyfriend (who is Latino...go figure) absolutely adores him. I kind of like to argue I think lol. But I'm constantly debating should I post my political rants? My views on religion ? It's a hard call because people tend to judge you as a person based on views. I'm the first to admit - some of my views kind of contradict each other...
So glad I blundered onto your blog too :-) Sending love and whatever healing energy I have your way! Sounds like your dad must have been very proud of you!
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Ahh thanks so much :-)
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