Nothing has changed.
We are united as an enemy.
There are still child molesters, soldiers killing their wives, and greedy opportunists. They yell and yell and yell, grinding us down to sand.
Just gotta get through intact. It’s walking on the mouths of alligators, life is.
Yes, we have learned about ourselves in the past year. It is an unpleasant measure that has been taken, to be sure. Forced patriotism, blind adherence to policy. Put your hand over your heart and trust. Wave a flag to wash it all away.
God fed to us like castor oil: It may not be what you want, but it’s what you need.
God, after all, is responsible for everything, including what happened a year ago.
This god against that god. The followers of one god didn’t like the behavior of another god’s followers and decided to do something about it.
In the name of the god.
Pity the unbelievers, for they are merely uncomprehending witnesses and unbelieving casualties in this clash of the titans.
It’s Un-American to ask questions.
Did it happen?
Wasn’t it stopped?
Haven’t the journalists been allowed to tell the whole story?
Why haven’t we learned?
Tears of blood run from my heart for those who lost loved ones, including the families of those who took over in the sky. To be born in Saudi Arabia, such is their lot now.
Dallas remains stigmatized by Kennedy and November of 1963.
Those spouses and children and parents and lovers – those are my heroes.
I want to lie in all the empty beds. I want to shake hands.
But nothing has changed.