Today I was asked how I feel about ANZAC Day.
In my brutally honest fashion, this was my reply:
I feel sad on Anzac Day, and every other day, for the lives lost because of the pointless exercise that is war.
I feel angry that our military is called a "Defence Force", but yet every war Australia has been involved in, with the possible exception of the Pacific theatre in WW2, has been somebody else's war. We fight for other countries and entities, but never for ourselves.
I also feel angry that those who send us to war, never send their own Sons and Daughters to war. They never volunteer their own blood, sweat and tears. They rely on the people they've brainwashed to do the "right thing", to do their dirty work for them.
If politicians had to send their own kids to war, there would be no wars.
I feel incredulous, knowing what we know now, there are still people willing to volunteer to kill and die for these globalist parasites that send people, not themselves, to war.
I feel incredulous that more people haven't woken up to this, and on the contrary, call it "patriotism".
It's not patriotic, it's idiotic.
And finally, I feel embarrassed at the amount of people in Australia that say this day is "sacred", but then proceed to use it as an excuse to get blind, maggoted drunk at the pub whilst watching the bread and circus and believing that it means something.
That's the worst part for me, because as I sit at my local pub trying to explain to the bar flies how they've been conned so much, all I get is aggression and the fluoride stare when I try to tell them the truth.
It's not pretty.
But anyway, Lest We Forget. Because if we do it'll keep repeating itself.
