A Wistful Morning with Tim

                           I used to read Assad Abu Khalils Angry Arab Blog  when we used to be able to argue about and discuss things on the posts right there on the blog.
                             Consequently, I knew about the sides of things that were never discussed in the Ameikan media cesspool of embedded journalists and corporate tools. I used to read a blog by a woman, a girl actually, Riverbend, who lived in Baghdad during the invasion and occupation. "Baghdad Burning" it was called. I watched while the news blackout and the propaganda from the State Department ramped up and Rice stammered after everyone with her little fist in the air. Al Jazeera' was bombed. Peter Arnett was fired. The lies flew and flew and flew.
    Often I would  go about the daily mundane business of living and I would listen to people who wanted to win, win, win and kick some Raghead Ass who did not know a single fucking thing about what they were talking about and would not listen to or consider any other point of view than  that being shoved down their gullets by the Bush and Rumsfeld regimes. Most would not talk to me. They were filled with anger, fueled by fear. They thought I was anti american. I said I was anti unconscionable mass murder by punk ass monkey people.
            I laughed at them, told them they were so abused they thought it was normal and then I'd go home and puke and drink and shoot dope until I didn't give a fuck anymore. I was in despair. There were too many of them for reason to ever win out.
          
                        The good old days.