major rant. long. serious. pissed. yay.

*****warning!! rant that will piss off non-liberals! and maybe some so called liberals*****i don't understand why people who support the military/right wing/war can't understand the simple fact that just because you don't like the war, doesnt mean you don't support soldiers. it's not that freaking complicated.we shouldn't be in iraq, its that simple. soldiers-american or ANY kind-shouldn't be dying in iraq, fighting for lies that a few right wing mindfuckers who run the country have somehow twisted the nation's scared and blind into believing.7/10 people in america believe saddam hussein had something to do with the war. that's so sick. there's no evidence. n-o. my kindergarteners can spell that. it can't be that complicated.i'm not saying 9/11 was good, but for christ's sake, big fucking deal. do you know how many thousands of people die on other countries daily? of starvation? that america the "hyperpower" could stop but no, we'll just give countries bombs and nukes and then later on, say oh no, look they have nukes and go slaughter more innocent babies.and on 9/11 i cried like everyone else (did i? i don't remember to be honest.Here is what I do remember.The guidance counselor came intold the teacherwho told the classand turned on CNN.around me the students went YES! free time!and sat in groups to swear and gossipwhile 2 of us and the teacherstared at the screennone of sure what it quite meantbut knowing something was changed.</b>So for everyone who thinks I didnt carewhere were youif you were in my math classi can tell you what you didwhat you thoughtwhat your first fucking reaction was-none-except no class!until you saw it meant somethinguntil you saw it matteredthat we we could use it as an excuse to go murder morethousands of innocentsbabies mothers fathers childrenbomb emand you were happyand then they talked of the draftand everyone was a little less enthusiastic about the warso they dropped that idea out of sightcause no one wants THEIR children to die.american children shouldn't die, they think-but when it's iraqicubanmexicanafricanafghanipalestinian-then it's just a consequence of "enduring freedom"we're torturing prisoners in guantanemo baywe're holding them FOREVER.and claiming its withing int'l court laws-which they dont even need to BOTHER to do since THE US DOESNT FOLLOW INTERNATIONAL LAW(god i'm getting pissed)we're mutilating the prisonerswho shouldn't be heldwe're picking up immigrantsand interrogating themthrowing them in cells for daysfor no reasonin afghanistan we're giving warlords powerand massacring, murdering, shooting prisonersand when they try to release the tape by the scottish reporter-people who were interviewed are slaughterednot that the us would care.we're killing the babies, the kidswhat happened to libya? what did we do, stop after the 10 soldiers we sent? libyawhere 12 year old rape victim girls are so angry and bitter and cold that they've turned into merciless soldierswhere a 5 year old can operate a gunor south africa-where we SUPPLIED NUCLEAR WEAPONS during the fucking APARTHEID regimeand as soon as it was turned over to mandela's partywe came out with the shocking news,'south africa has nukes! stop them!'and sent hans blix's lookalikesto destroy them.and bc south africa is REAL and because they are tryingthey got rid of the weapons.would america ever, ever get rid of weapons of mass destruction?nobecause everyone would be like, YES!! and finally blow this country up.and i'm not an america-haterits my fucking home tooso don't call me unpatriotic because i don't wavea scrap of cloth with stripes and starsmanufactured by some sweating immigrantswho will never prosperbecause the american dream is bullshitits just liesunless of courseyou want to lose your humanityand became a corporate bitchwith no feeling for humanswith no fuckin empathy for your own raceand lie and cheat and stealand starve and kill and cause despair,then the american dream can be yours.and on 9/11 the world never stopped turning.why would the world have stopped turning when 3000 diedinstead of when 5 million died burning in ovensshot by bulletsstarven to deathof typhusor when african diseases rot living people by the thousandor hundreds of thousand orphaned children scream in hunger before they diewhy would the world stop turning for 3000?because they're american?no.i don't think so.and israel, oh godi can't even follow israel because it's so fucked upthat it might just be impossible for a mind to acceptand how the israelis are now hunting arafatthey just give the signal, kill this manno reasonand nobody cares????????i swear we're doomed sometimesand call me a hypocrite and laugh and be happythat i couldnt survive africaand point out that i'm spouting all theseliberal ideas of equalityyet where am I?yes i'm in the comfort of my owngoddamn american home.and no i wouldnt stay in africai wouldnt live among themi talked the talk but couldnt live the lifebut when you think this of me or of anyone who didn't staythink where are you.have you even tried.think of the babiesand i wish i could helpbut that means i'd have to be thereand i just couldnt stay.so i'll let it eat me up inside, don't worry,so shut your mouthdont talk to me about my failure thereand point out i didn't know anyone in 9/11that the closest to me was the angells, the neighboursand say i'm insensitiveinhumanenot thoughtfulthink of the weeping widowsfatherless childwell, think of the orphaned aids babythink of the mothers with 8 starving childrenthink of families living in mortal fearof american bombsits not that differentexcept one happened on 9/11/01and one happens every single day.self evident(inspired by the WTC disaster)ani difrancoyes, us people are just poems we're 90% metaphor with a leanness of meaning approaching hyper-distillation and once upon a time we were moonshine rushing down the throat of a giraffe yes, rushing down the long hallway despite what the p.a. announcement says yes, rushing down the long stairs with the whiskey of eternity fermented and distilled to eighteen minutes burning down our throats down the hall down the stairs in a building so tall that it will always be there yes, it's part of a pair there on the bow of noah's ark the most prestigious couple just kickin back parked against a perfectly blue sky on a morning beatific in its indian summer breeze on the day that america fell to its knees after strutting around for a century without saying thank you or please and the shock was subsonic and the smoke was deafening between the setup and the punch line cuz we were all on time for work that day we all boarded that plane for to fly and then while the fires were raging we all climbed up on the windowsill and then we all held hands and jumped into the sky and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar looked more like war than anything i've seen so far so far so far so fierce and ingenious a poetic specter so far gone that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on and i'll tell you what, while we're at it you can keep the pentagon keep the propaganda keep each and every tv that's been trying to convince me to participate in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution perpetuate retribution even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution is still hanging in the air and there's ash on our shoes and there's ash in our hair and there's a fine silt on every mantle from hell's kitchen to brooklyn and the streets are full of stories sudden twists and near misses and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters with tales of narrowly averted disasters and the whiskey is flowin like never before as all over the country folks just shake their heads and pour so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine afghanistan iraq el salvador here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors who daily provide women with a choice who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city just to listen to a young woman's voice here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now awaiting the executioner's guillotine who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads to find peace in the form of a dream cuz take away our playstations and we are a third world nation under the thumb of some blue blood royal son who stole the oval office and that phony election i mean it don't take a weatherman to look around and see the weather jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks and boy did he ever and we hold these truths to be self evident: #1 george w. bush is not president #2 america is not a true democracy #3 the media is not fooling me cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation i've got no room for a lie so verbose i'm looking out over my whole human family and i'm raising my glass in a toast here's to our last drink of fossil fuels let us vow to get off of this sauce shoo away the swarms of commuter planes and find that train ticket we lost cuz once upon a time the line followed the river and peeked into all the backyards and the laundry was waving the graffiti was teasing us from brick walls and bridges we were rolling over ridges through valleys under stars i dream of touring like duke ellington in my own railroad car i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches in a grand station aglow with grace and then standing out on the platform and feeling the air on my face give back the night its distant whistle give the darkness back its soul give the big oil companies the finger finally and relearn how to rock-n-roll yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets and clear the air get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand of someone else's desert put it back in its pants and quit the hypocritical chants of freedom forever cuz when one lone phone rang in two thousand and one at ten after nine on nine one one which is the number we all called when that lone phone rang right off the wall right off our desk and down the long hall down the long stairs in a building so tall that the whole world turned just to watch it fall and while we're at it remember the first time around? the bomb? the ryder truck? the parking garage? the princess that didn't even feel the pea? remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D? can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?! it was a joke, of course it was a joke at the time and that was just a few years ago so let the record show that the FBI was all over that case that the plot was obvious and in everybody's face and scoping that scene religiously the CIA or is it KGB? committing countless crimes against humanity with this kind of eventuality as its excuse for abuse after expensive abuse and it didn't have a clue look, another window to see through way up here on the 104th floor look another key another door 10% literal 90% metaphor 3000 some poems disguised as people on an almost too perfect day should be more than pawns in some asshole's passion play so now it's your job and it's my job to make it that way to make sure they didn't die in vain sshhhhhh.... baby listen hear the train? that's all for today folks.