I had an old friend call me the other day to tell me that he was being shipped out to Afghanistan with the Marines. My teeth started to grit when he told me this and I asked him, "Do you know what you're fighting for?" He said, "Sure, I'm helping fight the war on terrorism." I went on to share with him how he would be nothing but one of Bush's little corporate rag dolls being bossed around like a servant during slavery. (F.Y.I. Slave servants were used to discipline slaves working in the field. They got to sleep in the house with their masters but when it came to the beatings, it was their job to lash into their fellow slave.)
What my friend has been so naive about is that when he comes home, which I pray he does, he's going to realize that he killed a fellow human being and not another "terrorist," "Afghani," or "towel head" or whatever racial slur that has been attached to this "primitive animal" that lives in the caves of this desecrated nation when the soap that was used to brainwash them wears off.
The thing that pisses me off about all this is that we've got Army recruiters in Atwood whispering in your ear like a pesky fly on a hot summer day. "Psst Psst, ready to join the Army" they whisper as you're walking through a building that, if I'm not wrong, is a place for students to relax, grab a bite to eat and check out what events are happening on campus.
These men didn't even have a booth, which made me skeptical. Just two guys dressed in blue jeans and a jacket with the latest in Army hairstyling done by their highly trained lieutenant barber. Atwood's not a place where we should be hassled by Army recruiters, trying to make a dollar at the expense of someone that's actually got something going for them, making something of them self by getting an education. This doesn't mean I don't care about the people that are recruited outside of colleges and universities, but it does mean that if I wanted to have myself brainwashed and set up for a post-traumatic stress disorder later on in life, I would seek them out myself. Solicitors are not welcome on our campus right? Well I think we need to enforce that.
Jeremiah Saatzer
Junior
Community Psych.
