America hasn't won a war since 1945.  Korean War.  Vietnam War.  War on Drugs.  Persian Gulf War.  Terrorist War I.  Five wars.  I believe we should and could have pressed for victory in three of these.  The other two (Vietnam and War on Drugs), we had no business getting involved in.  We haven't exactly lost homeland-wise, but we haven't won either.  And at this pace, we're not about to break our dismal streak. 

Now it's not like I like wars, mind you.  I abhor them.  But if you commit to battle, it must be total.  Prosecuted to yours or the enemy's demise.  One should never engage a war with any intention other than victory.  If you pick up the sword, expect to use it.  Anything less is a tradeoff of lives for purposes of political posturing.  Fuck such martyrdom right to the gates of hell.

Now you fucking tell me.  Remember 9-11?  No I don't me the fucking news about the day, but the way that you actually fucking felt?  The horror, the anger, the sense of oneness with all your fellow Americans?  You felt different--transformed, energized, spiritually and socially enlivened--for a month or two afterwards, didn't you?  9-11 was supposed to *change our way of life forever*.

Well, it did.  In the short run.  But whereas all of us at first readily admitted the impact of the change, most of us have now slipped back into a comfortably numb socially-embraced denial thereof.  Admit it.  Nothing has change, has it?  You dumb fucks--the one's of you who are now feeling and reifying this old myth of normalcy. Do you know what you're really feeling?  The concomitant surge of an economy needing to press mindlessly onward towards its own self-glorifying growth.  The greatest myth of modernity: Economy.  Machine.  Welcome to.

We've already lost Terrorist War I, not because we have military lost it, but because we have lost sight--in our lives and in the our news media, which many of us acquiesce into acceptance as our national consciousness--of our national resolution to commit and strive onward to victory.  We have lost sight of it.

I pity those of you who upon the next trying crisis for America will slip back into the mindset of *Oh yes, this is exactly how it--I--we--felt back at 9-11!--omg! I forgot!  Now where's that plastic car flag?!*

You know one of the real worths of a weblog such as Xanga?  We can still go back--now--via hyperlink--to relive and revive and recommit to what we genuinely and rightfully felt and shared with each other post 9-11. 

I'm feeling so drawn.  Now heading back to my warblog to shed the myth of ever-renewing and amnesiac economy and to rediscover what, in those once brief shining moments, we all truly meant and intended, United, for ourselves.

'Writing is like sex. The more you think about it, the
harder it is to do. It's better not to think about it
so much and just let it happen.'

Stephen King

*Writing is like sex. The more you do it, the harder it is to think about it.  The less you think about it, the more prolific you'll become.  You'll find true mastery when you discover you're doing it in your sleep.  Great writing like great dreams like great sex all source from such unreasoned fantasy.*

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