#ballad - between the lines - has a lot to say about imperialist foreign policy

[littleapocalypsekitten]

Reading current events posts on my feed regarding things I am largely powerless about and thinking about how I don't tend to share political stuff as much on tumblr as I do on Facebook (where I think it may make more of a difference by annoying some of my relatives - which, let's face it, is the purpose of Facebook)... I think to myself why I "don't reblog this or that bad thing happening in the world enough" or my opinions in it, and it's like... "It's because I know that I'll feel like this guy, up there. People will come into my feed and I will be the guy." Not literally of course. Internet disk horse is hardly lead with full metal jacket. I did seriously have a dream not too long ago wherein I was in the middle of a war and trying to negotiate between some trigger-happy soldiers and a group of civilians they were aiming at. (There were remains of some people they'd shot to Hell already - it was a vivid, graphic dream). I was not The Guy, but I was spouting his rhetoric (because, let's face it, Vash the Stampede has lived in my soul since I discovered him in 2001). A solider was about to kill me until someone recognised me either as an American or as a member of the Blue States of America (I can't remember which - I don't know if I was dreaming about a new American Civil War or a foreign war, and I think it was the latter). They took me in to the friendly, American-side and I kind of didn't want to go, because, seriously, why should I live when other people are dying? Something like that.