United We Come Unhinged

Most people, who know me, know that I love the movie, Good Will Hunting, and I was recently reminded of a scene in the movie, from a blog that I frequent, that now seems to ring truer than ever, despite the fact that the movie was made in ’97. read on.

Will:
"Why shouldn't I work for the NSA? That's a tough one. But I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at the NSA, and somebody puts a code on my desk, something no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, ‘cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East and once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hiding... Fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are saying, Oh, "Send in the marines to secure the area", ‘cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, getting shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, ‘cause they were pulling a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie over there taking shrapnel in the ass."He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, ‘cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices, a cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're taking their sweet time bringing the oil back, of course, maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fucking play slalom with the icebergs, it ain't too long till he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic."So now my buddy's out of work. He can't afford to drive, so he's walking to the fucking job interviews, which sucks, because the shrapnel in his ass is giving him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starving ‘cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're serving is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holding out for something better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected President."
-- Will Hunting, Good Will Hunting, 1997

Sure, it sounds a bit egotistical and self righteous, but it’s also a bitter sweet reminder that despite the shock and awe story mentioned above, we are worse off now then we were in ’97.

Now we have exposed ourselves to radicalism that is beyond horrific, despite the fact that it’s religiously motivated which makes me really wonder just how much more oxymoronic can human beings really get. How about we all just kill anyone who disagrees with us or mocks us or down plays our religion in the name of God, because God is so great, and we are sooo stupid. I feel for those who are persecuted for their beliefs, but give me a break. I guess THIS is what God wants? ‘you provide the fuel, and I’ll provide the rage’.