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Memorial Day 2015
Published: 05/25/2015 09:33:12 AM
TO: THE HEROES OF LOST CAUSES
FROM: DIMITRIOS KARRAS
SUBJ: MEMORIAL DAY
DATE: May 25, 2015
On the news Sunday morning, I had the pleasure of watching the now customary Memorial Day Weekend interrogation of average American voters. As expected, most the respondents had this clueless look on their face and fumbled their way to a half-assed answer that made about zero sense. One college aged child actually said it was a day to remember to thank his parents. Because ... obviously they did such a good job raising him.
Isn't the news great? Last week, I watched as ISIS members triumphantly happy-danced all over their newly conquered city of Ramadi. For good measure, they included a nice video clip of our �local allies� quite bravely and heroically running away.
This was, to put it mildly, disturbing. You see, many of the kids that were sent off to fight for our fanciful ideals of liberty, freedom, democracy, WMDs, iPhones, and the Kardashians, spent a little time in that city. And by �time� what I mean to say is that they died rather gruesome unceremonious deaths, trying to bring peace to the very same land that ISIS is now throwing a parade in.
Once those lucky enough to live got home, they were euphemistically thanked for their service and then dumped back into the great American society. And whilst America looks on in bewilderment, our boys continue to die rather gruesome unceremonious deaths, this time, trying to bring peace to their minds.
So many have chosen suicide, that for a lot of us still kicking, the horrific images of war, have now been replaced by the horrific images of peace; a hanging corpse, brain matter splattered on the car window, or a rotting pile of flesh decaying in the wilderness for three months before it is found by hikers.
And what was it all for in the first place?
Was
it to be remembered once a year, kinda like the Easter Bunny? Was it
to be honored once a year, kinda like Cupid? Perhaps it was to be
corporately franchised once a year, kinda like Jesus?
It certainly was not for ISIS, Bush, Al-Qaeda, Obama, The Taliban, or Congress.
The truth is, it doesn't really matter. We don�t need a righteous cause. We don't need politicians to thank us for our service. We don't need any of them.
What we did�good or bad, just or unjust, worthwhile or lost� was an experience. And that�s all life is. The bad experiences can teach us just how wonderful the good experiences can be. The good experiences can remind us just how terrible the bad experiences can be. To know the difference you must have lived each.
After you have eaten a double stacked shit-sandwich, a PB&J will taste better than anything you have ever remembered.
And for those idiots that think Memorial Day is just a day off of work to barbecue, drink beer, and have a good time. Ignore them, they don�t know any better. And you know what, Memorial Day is a great day to have a barbecue, drink beer, and have a good time. Not a day goes by where I don't have to fight back tears wishing my brother was still here. If he was here though, I am sure he would have the grill going in the back right now. I know for a fact he would have a beer in his hand.
As for that sinking feeling of betrayal that you feel. I feel it too. You are not alone.
It
is not our country that has betrayed us. Our country is a philosophy.
Our country is an idea. Let us not mix the actions of our government
with the actions of our philosophy.
And to that same government, remember this:
We are not the �peaceful� generation; we won�t just watch. We are not the �greatest� generation; we don't need a cause. We are a different kind of generation. We are the Heroes of Lost Fucking Causes. Did you see what we did in Iraq and Afghanistan? Did you see the carnage we spread? According to the News ... we did that ... because it was Tuesday. Imagine what we could do to someone we actually have a personal problem with, perhaps someone who betrayed us.
Imagine what we could do if we had a truly just cause, perhaps restoring liberty to our own homes.
I leave you with these words, given to a guard, by a man about to be hung for the crime of fighting to liberate others from government approved enslavement:
"I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land can never be purged away but with blood�
Sincerely,
Dimitrios Karras
