ratting myself out

"If the world was a place where it's leaders were not like horny teenages with their dicks hungry for war, I'd have not so much of a beef with signing up for the draft."
and that was about the end of the discussion i had with my mom about the importance or lackthereof of the draft.
I just feel bad being like "yeah, i'll help you" while knowing i'd get in and be like "i hear this ringing noise in my ear - yes, my ear which is GAY, sorry."
because fighting is appartently not for fags >_<
It makes not sense
and when bullets are thrown in
it's just lame
so now i'm going to pick up the phone
and give them my name
and say that i'll play their game
because when important matters come around
I bend over