So this weekend I went on a trip to see my sis in law get her terminal degree. I think it’s called a DMA, but it’s pretty much a PHD for music. I was a bit apprehensive about going, but my wife convinced me with instructions that I remain “patient, which was code for “passive”.
The issue was being in close proximity to a Liberal. (With a capital L) I know that some of you have different definitions of “Liberal”, however I’d like you to know that there is no debate about where this one lies. It’s what some of you call the “Brando Definition” of Liberal.
Just so everyone knows where I’m coming from; In Iraq, being captured is much less desirable to being killed outright. The enemy does not adhere to our Rules of Engagement, or even the rules of humanity. If you are captured by the enemy you will be subjected to things you cannot imagine.
Torture.
I’m not talking about waterboarding. I’m talking about powerdrilling. Try to imagine someone taking a powerdrill to your eyes. Or your navel. Or your genitals. Actually try to imagine it.
I’m not talking about putting underwear on your head. I’m talking about sawing off your fucking head, and filming it, so your family and everyone who knows you can watch.
I’m not talking about letting dogs bark at you. I’m talking about peeling off your face with piano wire.
So during my deployment, we made a pact with each other that being captured was absolutely the last thing we would allow to happen. Because the things that only happen in a movie like SAW was actually something that we had to consider as reality.
Because it is reality.
I have very little tolerance for those individuals who rejoice when U.S. Servicemen are worked over like that. A common position for the left wing is mirth, because to them the Servicemen “had it coming”.
Well, in 2005 they came out with that movie Syriana. We all know that one trademark scene of the film where the terrorists are ripping out George Clooney’s fingernails. It’s the quintessential scene of the movie. That’s fiction right?
Remember Tucker and Menchaca at Yousifiyah. We all remember when that happened. Most of us were sickened by it, but a few abysmal individuals delighted in it. Maybe more than a few. They were captured alive, and turned up a few days later having been mutilated beyond recognition, and their bodies booby-trapped as to injure the recovery teams.
Here’s the story from a while back. We were at my in-law’s house with some extended family, and distant non-family. Eating food, being social, etc. There’s also an older woman there that describes her self as “Not just a Liberal, but a flaming Liberal!” A true product of the 60's. After she finds out that I’m a Marine, she throws out the word “Jarhead” within earshot of me a couple of times. When I say it with my brothers, it’s a lighthearted insult. When she says it, it’s dripping with contempt. Conveying this in the written form really doesn’t do it justice. Intonation is huge.
Well, we are all sitting at the dinner table, eating our wonderful food, and someone mentions the film Syrania. Right then she boasts (and the intonation was full of vitriol)
“Weeellll. Some of the things in that movie are Pre-Teee Accurate!” I was looking down eating my food, and I pause because she’s clearly making a reference about the fingernail yanking, and how that’s what awaits captured US Servicemen. (But she couldn’t be saying that...could she?)
I glance up and see that she’s staring directly at me wearing a grin.
And that seals it.
Anyway, I spent the last 2 days within close proximity of this woman. I recoil at the sight of her face and the sound of her voice. It’s like those stories I’ve read when rape victims are forced to be around their attackers. I actually feel sick to my stomach when I ‘m around her, and I resent the fact that I’m expected to exhibit self restraint when I’m around such absolute evil. She shouldn't touch me. She shouldn't talk to me. She doesn't even have the right to look at me. Avert your eyes.
Well, I’m not going to be around her ever again. I know that these people exist, but they’re not going to be around me.
Sometimes self-restraint is just weakness, and taking the safe path because it’s easier. Sometimes "politeness" just isn't right. The sad part is that I actually feel like I’ve betrayed
Tucker and
Menchaca, for not speaking up for them when I had the chance, because they can no longer speak for themselves.
I probably have.