Supporters Vs. Protesters

This will always be a battle, until the end of time. I feel that it favors the relationship between a cat and a dog. One antagonises the other, and the chase begins. In this particular post, its about the Troops who serve our country.

Freedom of Speech is evident, and cannot be taken away, as far as I know. So, regaurdless of how wrong, or hurtful, good or bad, something is, if sommeone wants to say it, they can, and I am sure that they will.

We are all aware of the Protesters. They are obnoxious, and inevitable. The most outrageous of such is the act of protesting at a Soliders Funeral. It's absolutely disrespectful to the family, the country, the Branch of Military, and mostly to the Solider. The link to the Article and story can be found here; http://www.cnn.com/2010/POLITICS/03/08/homosexuality.protest/index.html . I'm sure that there are many other places that you can get it as well. That act in itself was wrong in more ways than I can count. The Pastor of that Church, which lead the Protest said that " [He]believes God is punishing the United States for "the sin of homosexuality" through events such as soldiers' deaths. " Now if you read that, ask yourself, is he protesting Homosexuality or Soliders? Either is wrong. It is the Soliders of all branches of military that are protecting the rights for these people to even be able to say these things. Now an argumennt can go on for days about this. So I am going to proceed. There are protesters at the gates of some bases, and on the internet everywhere. They scream out at soliders horrific things, "Baby killer", which aren't needed. They'll hold signs on the side of the roads, just to get someone to look. But let me ask you this; Do you know the names of those people? Can you remember something they've accomplished in their life? I didn't think so.

But I can nearly gaurentee that you can name a Supporter. That you can name who they support directly, or even indirectly; Some without even saying a word. You can look on the collar of their shirt to see a pin. On their car, to see the magnetic support ribbon. In their yard to see the Flag, flying. On their social network, with widgets and buttons and posters, adn the million other things that have been made just to SUPPORT our troops. Just as there are people out at the Gates of Bases holding their protesting signs, there are some, which I have personally seen, that read "Thank you for your service.", and "Thank you Marines", "We support you.", and I could go on! If thats not enough, go to a Church, they have Support Groups and Organizations made just for that reason, TO SUPPORT OUR TROOPS! You can google organization groups for the Military, and get a result of 350,000 of them. Three hundred and fifty thousand.. That is alot. Not to mention, how far out they reach, and the different chapters within each organization!! The Military is supported by so many Americans, and some Non Americans as well. There is a just cause for having such.

In the jist of this matter, a protester can stand on a street, slander words all over the internet, hometown, newspaper, whatever source they can find, but will they be rememeberd? That answer is no.

What is going to be remembered?

Go to Arlington or any other Memorial Cemetary; Stand and look out among all the stones with Names on it. Although, its a sad sight to see, all the Men and Women who've sacrificed their lives for our country, and yet there are still those few who aren't grateful, but in ovwepowering numbers; The millions of people that do support the Troops.

Each name, had a story; A life; An Adventure; A Mission; A Love.

Go read names off a Wall, and see how many people have tears in their eyes, looking at the overwhelming numbers of them.

Get on the internet and search, see how many websites for Support there are. Millions, and probably more.

Ignorance

Ignorance; By definiton it means to lack knowledge, or being uninfomed. Although when you put it in context with many daily things in our lives it becomes more apparent that so many possess it.

Knowledge is based upone fact, not opinion. Yes, opinion may matter, but when it comes down to actually "KNOWING" something, its solely based upon the facts. You may be involved directly or indirectly, but needing the facts is cruicial. You can not base everything purely on opinion, especially when it comes down to a worldly matter.

Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond both existence and non-existence to something that transcends them both.

Drowning

I hold back the tears, and the frustrations for as long as I can. Sometimes I snap and lash out. Ready to just go crazy. I try so hard to be happy, and act like nothing bothers me for the sake of her, and nothing helps.. I am falling apart by the second.. I used to be strong, and look at me now.. I'm so weak I can barely hold myself up.. Why is it that the strong turn into the weak? Why did I ever let my guard down, or any wall in that matter?

I listen to the words, which to some don't mean a thing, but to me they carry a heavy weight, and when thrown around; they hurt and cause pain. I let them just add up, until I can't take anymore.. Its then that I start dealing it out, and sending back everything I felt, and feel at that moment..

I DO wrong, and deal it out.. I hate that I am this way.. I am the problem in the problem if that makes sense.. I've stared at the clock, and calendar trying my hardest to get things on the right track, and putting alot forth to it, and I get no where.. I don't know why... I am killing my heart over and over again because I try, I know that I am putting all my heart into it, and I look in the mirror and still have "FAILURE" tattooed all over my body..

Sometimes I wait until the house falls silent, and the sun is sleeping; to cry, and just let go of all the pain and thoughts that cloud my mind. Sometimes it helps, and sometimes it fails.. I don't know where to go in my own mind anymore...

I hate the person that I am, the person who inhabits this flesh, and the reflection that I see in the mirror.. I turn the people that I love the most into a monster that ends up hating me in the end. I have no way of turning back, or taking back... I just drown in my own hatred for myself and the words in which he uses to describe me.

Once White, Stained Red.

All the books, cds, programs, college educated people in this world only try to help certain situations, in which there is such a strain on it, both parties are ready to give up; but what happens when the person trying makes their own program? Sets aside all feelings, and thoughts to try to make something actuall work for once in her life? She really prays for it work, for both of them to put their heart and soul into it, in order to rebuild what has been lost..

Going thru each little step, each day, and each week, working and changing things that are needed to for the better, but still not getting anywhere. She sheds tears, and sweats beads of hurt and frustrations like crazy; sometimes [and often] saying words she doesn't mean, pushed to the point of wanting to give up.. "How do I avoid getting to this place" she asks herself.. Only the silence answers.

Trying all that she knows, taking advice from the wise; who've once been there before, but still finding herself back at square one.. They go thru this wheel of emotions.. Anger, rage, sadness, resentment, hatred, sadness, hurt, settling, and then contentment.. Then shortly it starts all over again.. "When will it end", thinking to herself, "does it ever take a turn for happiness"?

She sits back and wonders if she is to blame for all the problems? Almost positive that it is, because of the person she was in the beginning and for the things she did then. It's not regret that over comes her, more so exhaustion. Exhausted from all she's done to change, let go, become someone that she's even proud to see staring back in the mirror at her; But even with all of that, its still not enough.. She tries and tries, takes it all on her shoulders, falls and stays down.

Its like pouring red wine into a bottle ontop of a white table cloth. The slower you pour, the slower the bottle fills up, and maybe a tiny bit splashes out and stains the cloth; The more impatient and tiresome you get holding it, your pour faster, the bottle fills faster and soon overflows on the table cloth, turning it all red... Listening, and taking it all in; sometimes without a word and others just breaking and letting it all over flow... Its self control, and I don't think that I have it down yet..