What I Think About Iraq
Sep. 13th, 2002 09:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saint_monkeyNow i got nothin for Iraq. you ask me, they are like the guy in the apartment next to you that plays vanilla ice at full volume at three in the morning, you ask him to turn it down, and he smiles and says "sure," and then he does it, but the next day he's got debbie gibson going full blast, and you confront him again and he says "sure" and then turns it down.... pretty soon you realize that he's never going to figure out that this bothers you, (or if he knows it bothers you, he never gets it into his head that you are another human being, and deserve to be treated with respect) and unless you are forced to confront him every day, he's never going to stop turning up the frikken stereo.
SO you send in some guys to beat the crap out of him, bust his stereo, and put an armed guard outside his apartment to inspect his bags every day to ensure he isn't sneaking in a transistor radio. then a neighbor says "hey, he's got a walkman in there! and i think he's buying parts for an old tube amp and is salvaging old guitar amps to make a speaker!" so you start thinking that maybe you should send in some boys to forcibly evict him, and install the really cool roommate you had back in college, who at least had some TASTE in music... and then the neighbors get all in your shit and say "You can't do that! You've got to give him fair warning, the walls are thin!" and things like "he's got a lease, " and you aren't the landlord," and "Your gaurd won't let his kids out of his house." BLAH BLAH BLAH. I say i have the ABILITY to enforce this, so I will. It's clear that someone has to, he's a danger to all decent people who want to sleep at night. Guys like that, you give em any leeway and they will screw you. They care nothing for other people. So i say, kill that guy next door, let's see the rest of you try to stop me. The way I see it, you are with me or against me. And when he's gone, then maybe that other guy from downstairs will think twice before he comes up here to ask me to stop playing my music so loud. asshole.
and that's What I Think, About Iraq.
SO you send in some guys to beat the crap out of him, bust his stereo, and put an armed guard outside his apartment to inspect his bags every day to ensure he isn't sneaking in a transistor radio. then a neighbor says "hey, he's got a walkman in there! and i think he's buying parts for an old tube amp and is salvaging old guitar amps to make a speaker!" so you start thinking that maybe you should send in some boys to forcibly evict him, and install the really cool roommate you had back in college, who at least had some TASTE in music... and then the neighbors get all in your shit and say "You can't do that! You've got to give him fair warning, the walls are thin!" and things like "he's got a lease, " and you aren't the landlord," and "Your gaurd won't let his kids out of his house." BLAH BLAH BLAH. I say i have the ABILITY to enforce this, so I will. It's clear that someone has to, he's a danger to all decent people who want to sleep at night. Guys like that, you give em any leeway and they will screw you. They care nothing for other people. So i say, kill that guy next door, let's see the rest of you try to stop me. The way I see it, you are with me or against me. And when he's gone, then maybe that other guy from downstairs will think twice before he comes up here to ask me to stop playing my music so loud. asshole.
and that's What I Think, About Iraq.
