sail you home.

This is the image you won't
see on the nightly news
This is the image that won a Pulitzer prize
This is the image that i recall when i hear
"4,000 American casualties"
(and that number does not include NGO contracted individuals. )


Winter Soldier is breaking my heart.
The apathy of my peers is breaking my heart.
i feel overwhelmed with grief and i don't know who to share it with.
i haven't stopped crying all day and i feel like a fool for it.
What gives me the right to cry for all the dead people i will never meet?

Who gives a shit about any of this?
Why do i feel so fucking alone in this?

It all feels so familiar. I know there were protests and direct action events around the country
but just like 5 years ago nothing matters. Didn't Vietnam teach us ANYTHING?
Where is my protest song? Where is my banner and badge? Don't i get any credit for speaking out against this thing 5 years ago? no. no i don't. In fact, it makes me feel worse because i know that the time I spent out on the streets of New York City, the streets of Washington DC and the streets of Boston meant nothing. Nothing changed and nothing will change. The war machine IS a machine and it will stop at nothing, for nothing.
and all of this sounds cliche,
because it has been said before by many much more eloquent than I.

pay attention.