I said things. Hard things. Rough things. Things that can't be undone or taken back. They fell on your unprotected soul like shards of broken glass. I hurt you.
You forgave me. Without reservation. You invited me back.
I am stunned and grateful. I am humbled.
I am forever changed.
Whos' your enemy combatant?
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Are We There Yet?
Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease....~V~
Maybe instead of treating the symptoms we should target the source – the utter lack of substance behind contemporary values. People kill themselves because they are driven by lies, people drug themselves to escape a living hell and find a dying peace. Why not just blow it all to hell and at least create a chance of starting over?
