Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
Love thy neighbour?God hates fags. 'Love thy neighbour' HAH!!! Why don't you take a closer look at the Bible before you talk shit!!!Love thy neighbour?6 years ago in Humor More Like This
It clearly says:
"Love thy straight neighbour."
...Idiots. Go back to primary school and learn to read.
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.
YouA dance with emotionYou6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A glass full of joy
When I look at you
The world seems to slow
How your lips move the certain way they do
How your eyes glisten the certain way they do
Apart from the rest and yourself you have always been
Never one to conform to the popular trend
And that is what I oh so love about you
How you aren't afraid to be you
How you don't care what anyone else thinks
Because in the end, what matters is what YOU think
And that makes me think worlds of you
You, this person of immense inspiration
A person who makes me feel like I can do anything
But you aren't a super hero
You are you, and I would ask for you no other way
For, were you any different, you wouldn't be you
And you without being you is no good
For in my eyes, there is only you
And without you, there is no me.
What's Really ToughWe can split an atomWhat's Really Tough6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We can travel to other giant rocks
We can lose ten trillion dollars
We can kill a million people with one well-placed bomb
We can knock down towers with planes, killing thousands
We can fight a hundred wars
We can make fifty religions
We can sustain birth of sextuplet
We can deny science
We can blame science for ignorance
We can sell out arenas for fighting matches
That is all easy, what's really tough, what we can't seem to do, is get along.
Wish I CouldI wish I could give you my eyesWish I Could6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because without you I can't see through the tears
I wish I could give you my lips
Because without you I choke on every word
I wish I could give you my heart
Because without you it's all but broken
I wish I could give you my might
Because without you I feel so weak
I wish I could give you my mind
Because without you I'll lose it anyway
And I wish I could give you my soul
Because without you it's torn and blackened
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have a name, but Im dont want to tell you it. Actually, I dont need to tell you it, because even if you knew it, youd never find me.
Because there are probably more than a thousand of me-at least, people with the same name-around where I live, maybe millions worldwide.
Thus I live in this world, longing for individuality, but being individual makes you weird.
So Im not telling you my name because its really not that important.
This world I live in is strange. Everyone judges.
I live in a world where youre fat if you wear size six jeans, because the -cough- acceptable size is like -3.
I live in a world where music is cuss words and bad influences.
I live in a world where you can fail all through school but still make more money than those who tried.
In fact, I live in a world revolving around money.
I live in a world where beauty gets you farther than talent, skill, and hard work.
I live in a world conditione
Holier Than Who?I have met, in my opinion, way too many people who refuse to accept new ideas into their life and belief system. Too many people, also, who think critically about any part of their life outside of the material few things that through which they can achieve social acceptance, be it money, status, fame, etc.Holier Than Who?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I know too many religious people who tell me that I don't know what I am talking about. A few, even, who tell me I am a blasphemer for not accepting their Lord, Jesus the Christ, as my Lord. I don't even personally believe the bro ever existed. Can they not respect my standpoint in these issues? I have never gone to anyone of a different faith and told them, in person, that they are damned for believing what they do. Yet, I have people who look down on me for believing that the cosmos and everything in it are one, and in that, our overall being is the true creator and creation.
They believe in miracles and a man who died for our sins, and a man in the clouds, so to speak, who sees ev
The meaning of life.. + death?What is the meaning of life?The meaning of life.. + death?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
This is a very good question. Many believe that life has no meaning, that it's all a big joke and we should laugh at it. Ha dee ha ha.
Others believe that life has a very deep significance. For example there is a random God and he put us on Earth as a sort of trial rather than us going to Heaven directly.
A few others believe that the meaning of life is 42.
After many years of deep thought and meditation on this subject, I have come to the startling conclusion that all of the above are in fact wrong, ie life is neither a joke nor a trial from God nor 42, but simply a state of being where if one is not dead, one is alive and is therefore living and that's the meaning of life.
However, this line of thought has lead to an even deeper question which is:
What is the meaning of death?
This is a much more difficult question than the meaning of life. One might think it's a state of being where one is not alive and therefore dead, but if you're
ClicheThis was bullshit.Cliche4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pardon my French, but seriously? I tell my mother I'm atheist, and what is her solution?
Take me to confession.
"It'll be good for you, sweetie!" she'd said. "It'll help you find God!" not two seconds after she said this, my dad excused himself to go smoke a joint in front of the church. Exhibit A of how ignorant my mother is of her surroundings.
Exhibit B is her leaving to go have dinner with a group of church ladies and expecting me to be in her confessing to a God I don't believe in.
Having God shoved down my throat is not going to make me believe in Him. First off, it'll make me vomit, second off, it's going to make me not want to believe in Him more than I already do. I'm a teenager, rebelling is in my nature and this woman should know this by now.
I cast my gaze down to my wrist, checking the time on my watch. What time was she going to come get me? I'd already been in here alone for an hour, and the sun had started to set about ten minutes ago.
It was getting
The Hunt is on. I could smell him from miles away. He smelled of fear, the same irrational fear that every human gets when they are alone in the dark. His fear though, wasn't so unwarranted. We were watching him; this pathetic thing walking right into our land. Oh how his fear made my mouth water with anticipation. I wanted to tear into his chest like a thanksgiving turkey, breaking the bones of his inferior structure and then sucking every last bit of marrow from them.The Hunt is on.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Willow sat next to me hunched over as we waited for the rest of the pack to signal, Willow being the newest member of the pack was to be the bait. From a far a howling sounded followed by more causing the message to pierce even the thick dark forest we now hunted in. Willow now turned towards me; and with a low growl spoke.
"The hunt begins dear friend."
Her red eyes glowed brightly as she drooled at the thought of the victory soon at hand. Her wolf form slowly grew smaller, her snout sho
Read This And Remember.You live life the way you want.Read This And Remember.7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In life it doesn't matter what people say or do, only what you take from it.
It only matters what you think, it's your life to live
The most important person in your life is you. Remember this.
You will always be there for yourself
Take care of yourself.
Take care of the people that love you, try for you, and hope for you.
To have a friend you must be a friend.
Learn to love and you will love life.
Open your mind, understand
Forgive, never forget
It's life's lessons and pains that teach us
Not everything happens for a certain, predestined reason
It happens so you can learn from it, take from it, and use it for your benefit,
Always keep trying.
Never give up
Never give in
You are a strong person
You will persevere
With love and hope,
You WonderYou see it first because it's linked to you on your Tumblr.You Wonder3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You're a fan of slightly creepy things; scary stories, urban legends, blogs with photos of abandoned buildings and videos of theoretical ghosts. Your small group of followers on your personal blog share your interests and can't believe you haven't heard the story. It doesn't take much to make you click the link as you sit, bored, in yet another generic class. You're interested in the subject, but there's a part of you that would much rather be with your ghosts and your Tumblr feed. The link to something written later than the European Renaissance is a welcome departure.
And as you wander through the links, scrolling through words and images of every possible variation, you realize what exactly it is that you've stumbled upon. What begins as a series of eery, doctored pictures you watch evolve into a rich mythology of strange and complex stories. This creature - a tall, impossibly thin humanoid with no face in a jarringly dappe
You're Mine.Throughout your whole life you had been taught to fear me, and yet here you are how flattering.You're Mine.6 years ago in Horror More Like This
You came to me, begging for me to cure it all save you from that pathetic excuse of a life you had, take away your problems, as if they never were. You were so desperate longing for an escape from your nightmarish reality, and live in the fantastic dreams I created for you. You wanted a sort of paradise. And naturally, I complied.
For a cost, of course.
Your 'friends' they tell you I am nothing but trouble, but they are the ones mistaken. I've done what none of them could. They never bothered to ask how you were doing, they never wondered why you came to school close to tears did they really care? No, they didn't, did they? Shh.. it's alright.. I'll take care of you now...
Why do you draw back from me? Are you afraid? What have you got to lose? Is the cost too high for you? Oh it is isn't it but you must admit, a bit of your soul is a worthy price f
Werewolf Genre Pet PeevesWerewolves have never had terribly consistent folklore. Even prior to the early days of film, werewolf myths varied wildly - good and evil, permanently and temporarily transformed, quadruped and bipedal (rarely), curable or incurable, etc, etc. Because the legends were so scatter-brained, the original The Wolf Man largely invented its own mythos. It was imitated repeatedly and became the "standard" of the genre. As the formula began to wear thin, others added new innovation to the myth - some ideas stuck and some didn't.Werewolf Genre Pet Peeves3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
With such a scattered range of ideas, it's only natural that fans of werewolves aren't going to like all of them and I'm no different. In fact, I downright can't stand some aspects commonly used in modern werewolf fiction. Maybe it doesn't make any sense, maybe it contradicts my artistic principles, or maybe I just don't like it. Whatever the reason, a few genre tropes that I don't like developed into pet peeves - and if you're a werewolf fanboy or fangir
Prose: LithiumLithium.Prose: Lithium3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh dear god Lithium.
I sighed deeply and looked at the orange pill bottle that was sitting in front of me. In my head, I could see the pharmacist's face when I handed her the prescription, the pity and the judgment.
I stared at the little pink pill that lay inside my palmthat horrible pink pill with the little brown writing. This small pill had such powerful affects. I didn't know what this was going to do to me. What if it kills me? What if it takes all my problems away? What if it doesn't do anything?
How is that this small pill, this element have such an impact?
It seemed so simple when I had to study it in science class. It is number 3 on the periodic table I still knew this from all that time ago.
However, this wasn't science class. This wasn't high school. This was life. This was my life. My poor, sad, depressed life. I couldn't get anything together, so what does my therapist do? Prescribe me Lithium. Zoloft didn't work; neither did Prozac, nothing wor
Wolf HuntWind buffed the strong creature's coat. His nose lifted to the sky, wiggling back and forth ever so slightly as he tested the breeze. Elk. He smelled elk for sure.Wolf Hunt5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rallying his pack mates with a quick howl, the leader conveyed his excitement. Now would be the time for a hunt, he would tell them if he could speak. Then they were off. Their narrow chests braved the snow with little problem, their tracks falling in to one another's. The snow was their element. And today, they would dine on elk, he just knew it!
The pack finally spotted the elk, and stopped to put their noses to good use again. Too strong, healthy bull, too far wait! There, her, she was perfect! One of the closer elk, pushing through snow to reach what little remained of the grass, completely oblivious to the danger she was now in. The wolves could smell her now; a middle aged female, but heavy with calf. Their mouths watered at the thought of such a delicacy. Tender meat, full of flavors they had only once have tried
Americunts, I Am Your KingI fucking hate Americuntry. We started off well, it seems. This country began with the vision for freedom; oh, sure, that was a biased form of freedom, but since then, we've expanded on those freedoms. We can have guns; we can't have guns; no one can take our religion from us. We are here to be free, and to enjoy it. So, I ask only this: why are people using their freedom so poorly?Americunts, I Am Your King7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
We exist to fit into others standards. We slave away for a mediocre existence, of mediocre quality, with less-than-mediocre work, and complain about it all our lives. We try to be something we're not, just for attention and superficial delusions of love. The men act like sex addicts, but condemn it the moment they walk into church on Sundays. No, women, you're not fucking special; you dress in flashy clothing, coat yourselves in more make-up than clothing, and always complain us men are 'perverts'. We claim our laws are unbiased and logic, but then use them to fight for the Ten
Karen and the Unexpected Transformation"Where is he?"Karen and the Unexpected Transformation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is ridiculous."
"Excuse me. Ma'am?"
"You'll have to come closer. I can't hear you."
"That's better. What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you'd seen a friend of mine."
"What's he look like?"
"Well, he's not a friend exactly. He's sort of the narrator."
"That still doesn't tell me what he looks like."
"Have you seen anyone around here tonight?"
"Oh! There was this one fellow. He was waiting over there by those columns, when all of a sudden, he turned into a werewolf and ran off."
"How could you tell he was waiting?"
"He kept looking around aimlessly, and he was holding a pen and paper but not writing anything."
"Great, that must have been him."
"Well, if it was, I assure you he was in no condition to be narrating anything."
"Now what am I supposed to do?"
"What are you asking me for?"
"All I know is, there's supposed to be an unexpected transformation tonight, and he's supposed to take notes."
"I told you he turned into a werewolf. Are y
Survival -wolf tf-SurvivalSurvival -wolf tf-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The beginning... It's so hard to think, so hard to recall what life was like before... but, I must remember. I must always remember.
It was Tuesday morning, 7 AM. Way earlier than any normal teenager on summer break would be up at. But, my parents being my parents, insisted that we get on the road early so we could get the four hour drive from Banff to Jasper National Park out of the way. We'd been on the road a few days, staying over night in camp grounds and cheap motels when it rained, so I was completely stoked on arriving at our destination and having a few days of downtime in the woods.
The drive was a blur of blasting punk rock on my ipod while staring out the window and trying to sleep to the rumbling of our ancient ford explorer. Either way, the thick green forest that blurred by was strangely beautiful. It's not like it was anything new though. Living in western Canada, I'd kinda gotten to know the forest quite well, but something about this section of highway
The Experiment A throbbing pain. Agony.The Experiment4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her head ached, muddled and numb. Memories flickered to the what, where and why. She carefully opened her eyes to darkness and struggled to remember. Images, like still frames, haunted her.
The walk home. Unlocking her apartment. Dropping her keys.
The shadow in her living room.
The pain was easing, and her skin felt cool. Cold. She tried to touch herself, to raise her hand.but there was resistance.
She was bound at the wrists, arms tied behind the back of a wooden chair.
She wasn't naked. The cotton of her brassier, and the protection of matching underwear covered her shame. She squirmed, discovering that her legs were also secured to the chair. She struggled, fighting the velvety ropes that kept her immobile. The chair was secured to the floor. The bindings were tight.
She was completely helpless.
Her breath came fast, heart racing the fear o
MarriageIn this life, we learn many ideals that shape the eternal us. Who or what we choose to love & trust molds us by the contours of its definitions. We sometimes trust in a lover to complete us. Through that partnership we learn tremendous lessons about love, life, and who we are to become, discovering that it is what that person channels that we really love. Ultimately, we are married to the universe and our partners are simply the route by which we come to understand our personal connection with God. Some couples separate because of static coming between them, others because it was simply meant to be. But a true marriage is not measured just by an event that deems it so, but rather by an indestructable link that is formed by both partner's light fused together forever. Inside of that that link stands a garden that the universe will never forget. Those blended colors cannot fade from the halls of the library, for they are the candles of it's midst. Beyond (yet through) humans, its chapterMarriage7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dark DesireHe touched me and I died. My heart shattered, exhaling through my mouth like black dust.Dark Desire3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For I knew that it was wrong. For I knew that once I submitted to his scorching touch I'd be addicted. I'd be addicted in a way that I craved nicotine deep in my lungs, the way I craved the deep, enchanting lure of liquid poison.
I'd be addicted in a way I so deeply knew was wrong, yet couldn't stop.
And the moment my body trembled like a ground breaking earthquake I knew I'd lost.
His arms, marred by white lines and blank ink, held me tightly in a force that broke yet saved me.
"Submit to me," his voice haunted me, sending a spark of unwanted dark desire down my spine "Submit, give into it. Give into the dark. Give into me"
I struggled to fight against the darkness within me. I felt my body beginning to fight itself, but I was unsure of which side was winning. My eyes rolled back into my head, my body shook spastically; sweat rolling down my face the way rain drops roll down car win
Fox's Spirit Chapter 1Chapter 1Fox's Spirit Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My whole world collapsed around me in the blink of an eye. The sight of blood had never bothered me before. I was used to seeing and tasting it while hunting. But I had never seen so much of it in one place. It was everywhere, engulfing my senses so at first it was all I could see. Then I saw the bodies; no, remains. The forest floor was littered with what was left of my family and friends.
Then I heard the screams. Men in shiny metal armor were still tearing apart the last member of my clam. It was my father, Drake. He often took on the form of his spirit animal, the cape buffalo, but I had never seen him in his were-form. He was enormous, towering over the men and their horses. He reared up and slammed hooves the size of tree trunks into the ground, crushing the men in front of him. He then lowered his head and suddenly threw it up, throwing men and horses with his massi