If America ever decides to drop an Atomic Bomb on some poor, poverty ridden country again (or any country dropping it for that matter), I am making a vow right now, at 11:54pm on May 31st 2010 that I will volunteer to not drop the bomb. That sense of power would haunt me for the rest of my life and it's something I don't need that much control of. I don't have power trip moments due to feeling insecure. Whiskey takes care of that one for me.
No my children, I want to be the fucker strapped to the bomb. I want to feel the wind whipping and stinging my face. I want to see the world in such a way that an object of mass destruction sees it. The one pushing the button generally only sees radar blips. Dots, dashes. I want to see what the actual bomb sees before it cause a wild fire of burning flesh and embers.
We simply push a button that is controlled by a switch, in return it releases the harness of death, chaos and destruction. Man made mind you! I'm curious to see what the bomb sees before it hits the ground. For it is not human, it does not know the pains of life, love, poverty, richness, health, sickness...it knows none of these things. The person hitting pressing the "fuck it" button if you will, given by orders from someone above him in the "food chain of power" tells him to do such a horrendous act.
What do we do it for? To end a war that we stumbled upon? To save lives? To end lives as an act of revenge? Words are a very powerful equation of letters stacked upon letters, making noises, making a word, which makes a sentence, that turns into a phrase, which leads to a paragraph, which leads to a quote, which ends in a memory.
I want to see the "face" of mass murderer. For it is surely not the person pushing the button that drops the bomb, it's the person in charge who sends the orders to drop it, but he didn't kill anybody. The ordinance drifting freely on a guided mission does. That's the face I want to see.
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