ive consumed countless hours of news media, you know, in the last month, year, whatever… fact being that i don’t have much interest in made up fictional tv, or the majority of books, (i would love to be a mathematician, my writing is decent… you tell me…) however i crave the absolute objectivity of mathematics, depending on what discipline your studying you could solve a problem 16 ways to Sunday and it would still have the same numerical significance…except… if you’re dealing with human lives.
this is going to be extremely short, hopefully express no political opinions, and keep my readers from cancelling me. you want me to believe, suspend belief in all certainty, that the flaming cyclone that totally destroyed Lahaina and a good deal of the rest of hawaii, killed less than 200 people .sic, condominium that imploded on itself, same disbelief. i don’t want to be the naive bleeding heart here, because in many fashions i am… but i believe these dwindled numbers that news outlets report are inaccurate and due to the perceived value of the lives that the media is reporting the casualties of.
the classical conditioning post 9/11 effect that led to the breaching of the iron dome, after that twenty year war started with a mile high tower… had effects leading to that condition. so what do you do now, pass the torch and supply the munitions? “c’mon were playing fantasy war get your team locked in.” i mean where else can you see someone executed at point blank range by a dude straight out of “pub g.”
firstly, i believe that way less thought is given to the tallies of collateral damage when it comes to countries that we regard as “enemies,” or “trash,” or “primitive.” especially when it comes to the middle east. you know what though, chances are they’re lighting up cigarettes, cleaning their sixty year old AK-47’s, even though there have been reports of basic american military issue… i’ve heard hearsay on the tube of m4’s… (don’t worry the rifle has been re-engineered americas are still better.) waiting for their opportunity to brutally rape the buxom twenty year old in the next room that they pulled…. screaming her lungs out. from a rave on the back of a rusty dirt bike with a heavy patina on the gas tank and pray that Allah is real, trying to get their minds off things… a lot of them barely able to walk when the bed that their fathers made for them to get their brains blown onto was being prepared. but with the little research i’m writing this article off, that’s probably totally inaccurate.
i don’t know the answers, i don’t claim to know the answers… been to the gas pump lately? is it me or is it getting breezy in here?
