Feb. 24th, 2003
Drunken thoughts  
From the serenity of my tub, I look up at the skylight above me and can't help but think: will duct tape and a piece of plastic protect me from the dangers outside. 9/11... terrorists.. bullshit... wtf..

I go on with my life as if nothing's changed... but war... protests... terrorists abound. What's right.. what's wrong.. make a decision.

I don't know.

I guess this is what our parents lived with.. cold war... vietnam... nuclear holocaust. Fuck Osama.. fuck you, religious zealots. Mormons... catholics... al queda.. all terrorizing us with your doctrine. FUCK YOU! You can all burn in the fiery pits of Hell, should there be a place.

I'm sick of worrying about duct tape, and water, and bioterrorism, and ciphero, nightmares of 9-11 replaying in my head.

I want to worry about running out of toilet paper, and if my new software is Windows XP compatible.

I honestly don't know about this war. I think "W" has a hard on for going after Iraq. I want to be for peace. My intellect tells me peace at all costs.. but why do Colin Powell and others want to be in Iraq so bad? Are they all bad men? I don't think so. Sometimes I think they do have our best interests at heart. Maybe there is some strategic advantage to being in Iraq. Saddam is a fuck head. No mistaking that. Is it so bad that we be his ouster? If for no other reason than for the sake of his own people, it would be a good thing he be gone. And if it gives us some military advantage to rid the world of this danger that effects us all... maybe that is a good thing.

I don't know.. the wine speaks.. I shall enjoy the rest of my bath..
 
 
Mood: drunk
Listening to: "Twenty One" -Cranberries
 
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