I don't get it....well maybe I do. I really liked the movie "Red Dawn" when I was little. No....I LOVED it. It wasn't that it was a great movie, it was terrible. It was that the movie portrayed regular people like me, young people, fighting for a beautiful cause in a beautiful and gritty way.
So we all saw the Arab Spring. The sensationalized young and reckless youth, getting blown apart into bits and pieces by organized, militaristic, fascist governments. Qaddafi was the perfect villain (nevermind he was idealized by artists well into the 90's as some sort of rebel king), he fit the role perfectly as a tyrannical dictator.
Add in some social media, some 24/7 news coverage, some slick advertising, and now those movements which were otherwise ruthlessly quashed now had a lasting mark. Now we get to see the "struggle" the "david vs. goliath", and we see it in a beautiful and gritty way. Regular guys and gals, wearing dashing scarfs and facemasks, desperately fighting against tyrrany. God damn, these kids were living a real life Red Dawn and it was terribly exciting!
Well, now that Arab Spring has come and gone....we are getting antsy. We start to feel the outrage and imagine ourselves as an oppressed people. Starting to see more news stories pop up about our own government oppressing us, the POLICE oppressing us. That's right, we put up with their crap for years and now they are mowing us down in scores. 1,000,000's of people dying at the hands of our sworn protectors. Left and right, bodies falling everywhere. Although many of them are the same bodies and same deaths, they are replayed over and over until it seems like a vast unstoppable army is beating us down.
We take to the streets and start to draw lines in the sand. Not. One. More. An impossible ultimatum, but the only one felt acceptable. This is Red Dawn bitch, we are Wolverines! We don't ask or bend, we TAKE! Put on your headbands and battle gear. We are ready for the revolution!
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And then I get yelled at by my mom for drastic over-reaction to why I felt I did not need to eat vegetables at dinner. NOW I have to go to my room
Sorry America, but you have nothing substantial to riot over. You are too perfect of a country compared to your peers, yet you want to see yourself as an impoverished 3rd world nation. No, you aren't allowed to act like an impoverished refugee, eat your green beans. No, you aren't allowed to act like you are getting killed in a mass genocide, eat your carrots. No, you aren't allowed to act like you are living under constant tyrrany, eat your corn.
Sorry America, but all you have is a decent meal in front of you. If you don't want to eat it and want to pout about it, then fine. Go to your room, don't eat dinner, and starve. At some point, you will come back and feel hungry again for what you've been provided with and maybe then you will be reminded that things aren't so bad here after all.
So we all saw the Arab Spring. The sensationalized young and reckless youth, getting blown apart into bits and pieces by organized, militaristic, fascist governments. Qaddafi was the perfect villain (nevermind he was idealized by artists well into the 90's as some sort of rebel king), he fit the role perfectly as a tyrannical dictator.
Add in some social media, some 24/7 news coverage, some slick advertising, and now those movements which were otherwise ruthlessly quashed now had a lasting mark. Now we get to see the "struggle" the "david vs. goliath", and we see it in a beautiful and gritty way. Regular guys and gals, wearing dashing scarfs and facemasks, desperately fighting against tyrrany. God damn, these kids were living a real life Red Dawn and it was terribly exciting!
Well, now that Arab Spring has come and gone....we are getting antsy. We start to feel the outrage and imagine ourselves as an oppressed people. Starting to see more news stories pop up about our own government oppressing us, the POLICE oppressing us. That's right, we put up with their crap for years and now they are mowing us down in scores. 1,000,000's of people dying at the hands of our sworn protectors. Left and right, bodies falling everywhere. Although many of them are the same bodies and same deaths, they are replayed over and over until it seems like a vast unstoppable army is beating us down.
We take to the streets and start to draw lines in the sand. Not. One. More. An impossible ultimatum, but the only one felt acceptable. This is Red Dawn bitch, we are Wolverines! We don't ask or bend, we TAKE! Put on your headbands and battle gear. We are ready for the revolution!
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And then I get yelled at by my mom for drastic over-reaction to why I felt I did not need to eat vegetables at dinner. NOW I have to go to my room
Sorry America, but you have nothing substantial to riot over. You are too perfect of a country compared to your peers, yet you want to see yourself as an impoverished 3rd world nation. No, you aren't allowed to act like an impoverished refugee, eat your green beans. No, you aren't allowed to act like you are getting killed in a mass genocide, eat your carrots. No, you aren't allowed to act like you are living under constant tyrrany, eat your corn.
Sorry America, but all you have is a decent meal in front of you. If you don't want to eat it and want to pout about it, then fine. Go to your room, don't eat dinner, and starve. At some point, you will come back and feel hungry again for what you've been provided with and maybe then you will be reminded that things aren't so bad here after all.
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