Why We Fight

I got this email today. I don't have a real post for you, so I'll give you what I have. I like this email. If you don't like it that you most likely need to go back to your country.

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The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war. My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good explanation. My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our front living room window.

He said "Son, stand there and tell me what you see."

"I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses," he replied.

"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United States of America and you are President Bush."

Our son giggled and said "OK."

"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said.

"OK Dad, I'm pretending."

"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death. Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming and crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and they are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son....what do you do?"

"Dad?"

"What do you do son?"

"I'd call the police, Dad."

"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your call.They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you do then son?"

"Dad......... but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.

"They don't want to, son, because they say that it is not their place or your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband says.

"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.

"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."

"Daddy...he kills them?"

"Yes, son, he does. What do you do?"

"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door neighbor to help me stop him," our son says.

"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him," my husband says.

"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"

"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry.

"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next, son?"

"What Daddy?"

"He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"

"Daddy..."

"WHAT DO YOU DO?" Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I'd close the blinds, Daddy."

My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him. "Why?"

"Because Daddy, the police are supposed to help people who need them and they won't help. You always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP neighbors, but they won't help either. They won't help me stop him. I'm afraid. I can't do it by myself, Daddy. I can't look out my window and just watch him do all these terrible things and... and... do nothing... so... I'm just going to close the blinds so I can't see what he's doing... and I'm going to pretend that it is not happening."

I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and he says...

"Son"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Open the blinds because that man, He's at your front door. WHAT DO YOU DO?"

My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he says: " I DEFEND MY FAMILY, DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA GIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"

I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs our son to his chest and hugs him tight, and says... " It's too late to fight him, he's too strong and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his children and the old lady across the way. You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it alone, before its too late," my husband whispers.

THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq . When good men stand by and let evil happen, son, THAT is the greatest atrocity in the world. "YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE!" BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS..."

Steven R Chandler, CMSgt
332 ELRS/Vehicle Management
Flight Balad Air Base , Iraq
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If you made it this far I'd like to give you another thought cookie: be proud of your own country. I have respect for ethnic diversity and for the beliefs and values of other cultures, even when/if they conflict with my own. If we didn't have diversity we wouldn't have life. But, with all due respect to your native country's flags and songs and traditions, I don't want to drive down Mexico Street or Tonga Boulevard or Africa Lane. I keep my music turned down because I can enjoy it without the rest of the world having to endure it. I keep my traditions inside my house because they're mine. I celebrate my national holidays in a park because this is my country and our society allows me to do such, so you have no fucking right to get pissed at me when I do so. It is my country after all.

So please turn down your stereo and have some courtesy. Take your !Vive! la Mexico flags back to Mexico if you think it's so fucking great. If you think I'm a bigot then you can kiss my ass. I don't go to Russia and expect them to speak English, give me free insurance, not deport me for not getting the equivalent of a visa or expect them to either provide translators or give me forms in English to fill out. That's just fucked up.

I want my documentation for products sold in stores to be in American unless they're strictly import, like Japanese candies or real Belgian chocolates. I want my billboards along American highways to be in fucking American English. That's the language here. I don't want to pay $6000 / yr for health insurance because we're treating illegal immigrants for free. I don't want to get paid shit wages because we have a bunch of illegal immigrants who will build computers for minimum wage when the job should pay at least $12. And I'm really fucking tired of having to search and search for a job so hard when I'm over qualified because of this affirmative action horse shit. So, mister HR man, you don't want to seem racist so you're going to hire a whole bunch of people who don't put Caucasian on their application? What you're really doing is practicing government protected bigotry.

Why is it so hard for a single white male, 18-35 to get a job? Because we're hiring a) illegal immigrants, b) unqualified non-white-male peoples to make the fucking ACLU happy and c) everyone else who isn't "better off than everyone else". Let me tell you something really god damned important right now, just to set the record straight: I'm 25, white, have a bachelors degree in Computer Science, 10+ years of customer service experience, 10+ years of production line experience, a clean driving record, can read and write fluently and precisely, and am more qualified for 90% of the jobs I've applied for. But I've lost all of them to: illegal immigrants that needed to have a translator both in the work place and while they were filling out their applications; unwed white mothers 18-25 who can't type, lift heavy objects and have made the business revolve around their schedule; people who haven't completed high school, let alone even attended college; and a myriad of others who simply weren't qualified for the positions. Because of all of this I have a job that barely pays my bills, have to live with my Mom, I can't have any health insurance at all because it's too expensive and I have to work twice as hard to get half of the money that my background, experience and education should get me.

My solution to all of the above
1. Stop breeding: stupid; thievery; dishonesty; and children who think it's okay to do any of the aforementioned.
2. Stop stealing resources from everyone else
3. Deport all illegal immigrants, no questions asked. If you're country is broken then fix it. We don't walk away from problems here in the US.
4. Keep your shit to yourself, even if you think it smells like fucking roses.
5. Learn at least some of the language and customs of wherever you visit.
6. Visit, don't stay.
7. Be nice to others. You'd be amazed at how much better you feel. (And being nice does not include handing everything you have over, but it does mean that you can take action against those who try to take everything from you. Unless you want parasites like tapeworms and leeches all over you. Then you can go make your own fucking country.)

If you don't like what I've said then you probably shouldn't have read it. If you did and agree good for you because you've realized that we have a serious problem. If you read it and hated it then you have a serious problem. I'm willing to help others but not at the expense of 'me and mine'. And if you know how to resolve it please let me know because all I have are suggestions and everyone's too afraid to speak up (see story above).

Gryyphyn, out.