Friday, December 30, 2011

Someone Elses Bloody Hands

      Not a democracy, but a representative republic...we have handed our voices to those we hoped shared our ideals.  Neat and tidy little packages of human icon,  sent out to do our most  critical thinking for us, and provide a buffer for any blame that may fall on us. Need to kill a few Iraqi's to ensure the free flow of oil to our ravenous American economy?  How about a few thousand?   How about a coupla hundred thousand?  Your poorest neighbors with the proudest hearts couldn't afford a college education and joined the military. Their deaths are worth your financial well being?  Is the freedom you desire a freedom from guilt or direct responsibility?
        You ate a hamburger today, but when is the last time you slaughtered a cow?  Have you ever rung the neck of a chicken and plucked the plumage from it's hairy carcass.  Have you ever even thought of it while driving -thru at the KFC?  Ever hear the piercing screams of a squealing pig?  Do really know exactly what pieces and parts are in that steaming cylindrical stick you call a hot dog?  Your pre-packaged and far removed mentality just won't let you go there.  Just whose nuggets are in those chicken nuggets?