Molotov Cocktail

Sitting at brunch today at cracker barrel
with Angelia and her dad, Battle
called me and said that they were redeploying him to
Iraq.
A place called Mosul.

"U.S. officials say that al-Qaida in Iraq and other terrorist groups have a significant presence in the city and that Mosul is a gathering point for foreign fighters coming across the border from nearby Syria.

On Monday, gunmen killed five U.S. soldiers during a firefight after an improvised explosive device attack on their Humvee, and in the past week, 20,000 to 30,000 pounds of explosives in an insurgent weapons cache exploded, killing 60 people and ripping a huge crater in the city. The next day, a suicide bomber killed the police chief at the blast site."

-Chron.com

Fuck-shit.
It's all a bunch of bullshit, you know? The whole "we don't negotiate with terrorists" slogan is a broken tool that everyone hides behind in order to keep on with these shenanigans. It's not working, fuckin' obviously.
But I mean, we can't sit down with some of these guys and try to proctor a deal that doesn't end up with good people walking into a crowd and blowing everyone up.
That'd be ridiculous;
the notion that two people can sit down
and agree that for the better
advancement of the world-
no, fuck the world,
that for the advancement of the people
these two dicks know-
an agreement must be brokered.
The only possible solution to this madness is to stop combating their ideals and to merge with them, to convince them that a symbiotic relationship must be formed... to convince them and ourselves that this violence is unacceptable- that violence is unacceptable.
There's never been any education proceeding a bullet. Efforts in our military need to be put towards this education rather than bombs and waterboarding (1, 2, 3).

But hey.
I'm just one of the millions of people saying the exact same thing. So what the fuck, right? D'fuck is any of this blogging going to solve?
Masturbation for peace.