The Coward’s Way
February 7, 2005Here ya go. Take a read of the Coward’s Way.
See, I love it when someone says they really do ‘love’ our country and then they sell their house and move to another country because they’ve reached the last straw. And, yeah, I see the first guy is actually a vet, a Vietnam vet no less.
But if you love this country, if you don’t like it, do something about it. That’s what the country was founded on. The idea that people, the individual, can change things, is important, can make a difference. But, you turn and run like a coward, you show your colors for what they really are. Someone who doesn’t like to have to work hard, to make sacrifices (and, it’s a hard thing to say this about a vet, believe me) to actually have to get out there and do something to awaken people’s ‘ignorance’ so to speak.
I’ve got no problems with someone disliking a president, or a senator or what not. Heck, I’m not even crazy about the current president (and I voted for John McCain) but to just chuck it all and tuck tail running? Just admit it. Don’t hide behind some semi-patriotic mumbo-jumbo.
You may love your country, but you love yourself more.
I say let fuckers go. Who needs ’em? I see dickwads like this all time over here, people who make a big show of burning their passports in front of the American consulate, then 2 or 3 months later when it’s time to go home for Christmas meekly asking the consular officials for replacements.
I bet anyone who runs away because they hate Bush or whatever will be regretting it in years to come. There are a lot of things about our country (despite the problems) that make it one of the greatest places in the world to live, and some people only see that when they give it all up. That fucker TC, for example, who gave up his U.S. citizenship when he was 18 to become Taiwanese, he regrets it hugely now. Me, I don’t feel sorry people for idiots like that.
Oh, I agree. I wasn’t feeling sorry for them. And if they want to go, I don’t won’t them to let the door hit them on the ass on the way out.
There’s this woman here who I’ve known for a while. She’s very nice but she’s one of ’em. I ran into a few months ago and found out she’d just gotten back from a trip to Italy. I said, “Hey, that’s cool. I lived in Italy for a year.” She said, “Why’d you come back?” and I said, “Because visiting other places but there’s only one place I’d want to live in this world.” She said, “Not me, as soon as I can save enough money I’m going back for good.”
I wanted to point out the irony of the fact that here she could get enough money to live there but she couldn’t go there to get enough money to live, but I didn’t.
I swear these people live in a state of perpetual adolescence. “If you don’t play my way, I’m going to take my ball and go home!”
You lost. Lick your wounds, figure out what you did wrong, and try again!
It reminds me of that episode of The Tick when he was pouting in his tree house refusing to fight crime because “The world just isn’t what I want it to be anymore!”
Oh well. Maybe they’ll go to “Enlightened Europe” and be forced by the government into the sex industry when they lose their job.