Raise What's Left Of The Flag For Me.

I wasn't going to write anything, yesterday, but then I was doing what I do at work, which is thinking about life, the universe, and everything as I do menial labor. As such, I couldn't help but think about what's happened to my life since 2001, which is when I decided that I had to tell you all a story.

Once upon a time, there was a good little Christian girl in a good little Christian town in a mostly good little Christian country run by a good little Christian president. She liked her good little Christian life and sought only to live as the Bible taught her.

Then, one dull Tuesday in September, remarkable only for the fact that it was her uncle's birthday, a plane flew into a building on the other side of this good little Christian country. As she watched the news anchors scramble for some sort of explanation, another plane flew into the building next to it. As she watched the news anchors try to comprehend what had just occurred, another one flew into a building down the coast from the first two. As she watched the news anchors struggle to continue forming coherent sentences, the first building fell down. By the time the second building fell down, most of the news anchors could do nothing more than weep.

That's when the world went mad.

Something shifted that day for the girl. It felt to her like she'd awoken from a 16-year-long dream. She watched thousands of people die because they believed in the wrong god. She watched thousands more die because her good little Christian country, led by that good little Christian president, decided that someone had to pay for these deaths. In the name of God. In the name of patriotism. In the name of freedom. It didn't seem to matter if they were actually guilty, as long as they looked the part. All the while, the girl couldn't help but think that no god could possibly want all of this hatred and death. She couldn't just stand there silently as the world around her seemed to give way to this insanity. Even if she was wrong, she had to speak up. Even if no one listened, she had to speak up. Even if it meant that she would have to go against everything she had ever believed, she had to speak up.

So she spoke up.

Suddenly, she found life leading her down a path she hadn't even known had existed before. As she began to follow this new path, she started to see things in the world as they really were. It was not at all how she had been taught in Sunday school for all those years. Not everything was as black and white as everyone had made it out to be. It wasn't long before she realized that she could never go back to being that good little Christian girl leading that good little Christian life. She'd gone to far down the path to turn back. She had no choice now but to follow an entirely new course.

And all because, on one dull Tuesday in September, remarkable only for the fact that it was her uncle's birthday, a group of men decided to fly some planes into some buildings on the other side of her good little Christian country because they thought the people in them believed in the wrong god.

I'm not actually joining the Tea Party, in case you were concerned.

April Fool's!

It sort of hurt to write, actually.

I also apologize to anyone who clicked the link.

I don't know if anyone else has been following the whole live-action AKIRA controversy, but, well, I have. It's based on an anime that takes place in Japan with, you know, Japanese people. Naturally, the people at WB have decided it's now going to be set in New York with white people. And now they're changing the name of the character Tetsuo to Travis. A lot of people in the Asian-American community are upset about this (and rightfully so). George Takei further proves his awesomeness in the face of Hollywood's stupidity.

Oh, yeah, and I was just reminded they're working on a live-action Death Note. I can imagine how THAT'S going to go.

Obviously, they didn't learn a damn thing from The Last Airbender. At least Racebending came out of that whole debacle, though.