Dont’ Close Your Blinds…
...well… maybe you can close SOME of them.
Before I continue, I just want to let you know a few things. When I hear that someone goes overseas to fight a war for this country, when people with lives of their own sacrifice everything to serve in the armed forces… I’m filled with pride, and honor… i have loved ones OF MY OWN in the armed forces and it honors me that people will give up their own lives for the sake of something greater… what concerns me, is the agendas of the leaders who take advantage of the selflessness of the great american people, for a less than noble purpose. In 20 years, and hopefully sooner, the truth will come out about this war, but now, NO ONE, not people here, not family members of soldiers, and not even the soldiers themselves, really knows what’s really happening, but until then… this is not about the war per say, or whether we should or shouldn’t be there, but more about the propaganda that people dish out.
The following is another version of the myspace bulletin that’s floating around… I got a little creative, and felt the son had a little bit more exploring to do.
Part I (the original) is here:
Part II (below)
Later that night, when my husband and I were about to sleep, our son knocked on our door.
“What about the house down the street?”
“The house down the street?”
“Yes, Daddy. I see the children of all those houses killing each other. Many of them are really sick and dying! Daddy, what about them?”
“Son, who told you to open the blinds on that side of the house?”
“Well daddy, you told me NOT to shut the blinds, so I opened all of them.”
“Son, those blinds have been shut for a reason. No one opens the blinds on that side of the house. There are too many bad things happening on that side of the neighborhood.”
“But daddy, they are people too, aren’t they? They need help too, right? Just like you said before, we can’t turn our back on evil….”
He lead him to the window overlooking the east..
“Look! I see SO MANY people. Dead in the streets. Blood everywhere. BLOOD! Daddy it’s worse than Sadaam’s house! Daddy look!! I’m SCARED!!”
The son starts crying uncontrollabley and my husband quickly put the TV on and turned it to the current running reality show on MTV, until our son stopped crying, as the antics of Real World vs. Road Rules calmed his troubled heart.
“Are you ok, son?”
“Yes daddy… but I still feel bad about what I saw outside that window.”
“Yes son, but we’re only ONE country… the most powerful and influential, yes… but we can’t possibly help EVERYONE.”
“I know daddy, but, maybe we can do something?”
“Well look, they’re poor. What do you think poor people need, son?”
“Good answer, my boy. Money. Poor people need it. So send them money!”
“But daddy, look! I gave them money, and their parents took it, and the children are still sick and dying, and fighting, and KILLING each other.”
“Son… you did your part, but you don’t have to worry about them…. look at how far away their houses are.”
“Yeah, but.. but.. Daddy! What if they came to our door like Sadaam did, and wanna hurt you and Mommy?”
My husband let out a little chuckle, but contained it well as he replied, “Look how poor they are, son. They don’t even have cars. Do you think they will come ALL the way to our door and try to fight our family?”
“No, daddy. They don’t even have cars!”
“That’s right, my son. And remember when they die, they’ll be with Jesus! Do you think they would be happy living with Jesus in heaven with the angels, or would they rather be alive in their house with their corrupt millitary dictator parents.”
“They’re happier with Jesus?”
“Exactly, because Jesus loves them, but don’t forget, Jesus loves you better because you stand for things like capitalism and democracy.”
“I don’t understand…” said the son, confused, as he ate his animal crackers.
“It’s not important son”, said my husband, with a proud look in his eye, as a salty tear ran down his sun-cracked skin. “I think you’ve learned an important lesson, and now I think it’s time for bed!”
“Wait, daddy, I have a question.”
“What happens if we did stop Sadaam from hurting his family, and we get rid of him… who is going to be their new daddy?”
My husband and I looked at each other for a second, and thought for a moment about what a house would look like without parents, without people who love and care for their children, to look out for their best interest and not take advantage of them or their belongings.
“I guess…. we could put them up for adoption?”
“OK, Daddy, I’m ready for bed now.”
: Send this to your myspace friends in the next 10 minutes or the person you were meant to fall in love with will become a porn star and your uncontrollable jealousy of their fast and hedonistic lifestyle will drive you to a life of celibacy where you will be doomed to lead Wednesday Night Bingo at the local church down the street. And your cat’s hair will fall off, too.