On this Veterans' Day...

... I offer up the salient lyrics of Dystopia's "Jarhead Fertilizer," not to offend, not to be purposely caustic and incendiary, but to try and prod you to reflect on this: From where do we get the fucked up notion that veterans have made some noble sacrifice in serving their country? Are they serving for us? Or for the rich fucks that send them to murder women and children and round up more blood money? If more people understood the TRUTH, the American military, and in turn the American Empire, would crumble to pieces in front of our fucking faces.

Happy Fucking Veterans' Day.

"Education stable career
Join the army
Become a murderer
Kill for god and country
Return to be a hero
To tell you the truth
I hope you don't come back

Courage
It takes a big man to push a button
Fight with your honor
Like shooting children
and cutting their parents throats
Go to the frontline
Watch your friends
Get cooked by napalm...
...and they're murderers just like you
Getting education by killing people too
Bodies blown apart
You feel a sharp pain in your stomach
Now you've lost both of your legs to a grenade
Blood and vomit spew from your mouth
No career education
And you're sent home in a doggy bag

Waste your life
While taking others lives away from them
Left so empty
Just a pile of shit to me...
...And your parents looking stupid
Their son reduced to a pile of shit and dog tags
But he did what he was programmed to do

Such a good soldier.

...I hope you're fucking proud of your son...
Fuck your son I hope he fucking dies..."