Originally posted by Artifice
Allow me to paint a little scenario for you all;
You are back from lunch on a warm day, just days into your second grade year. The teacher is forbidding, the kids all new, you're not sure how you will fit in. Typical enough... such feelings are shared by all your peers. You take solace in the fact that there are only three more hours until you are able to go home, able to relax.
A siren goes off as you open your arithmetic book. The teacher barks routine orders to get under your desk. You are used to these sirens. You feel like there is no reason to panic - you know that the great and mighty empire across the sea has razor sharp precision in their attacks. No harm will come to the building here. They only want to kill someone- someone you dont know, but someone your parents love. Why would you care about that? There is no reason to worry for all you need in your life is the comfort of your parents.
The crack splits through the air, followed by a rumble and a boom. The others scream around you, for this has been the closest one yet! Thank god, says the teacher as she does her best to reassure the frightened students. A few more distant booms go off, and you hear the siren stop. It is time to return to your studies, again, as if nothing has happened.
The day is finally over, the bus stops outside your house, the moment you have been waiting for is finally here. You run to your mothers arms, but she isn't happy to see you. She holds you tighter than she usually does, and begins to cry.
WHAT is a TERRORIST? Is it a man consumed by anger? Hate? Pain? Is it a face we have never seen? Is it someone we don't know?
Or is it the man whose father was killed in an American bombing raid while working in a military factory ... serving his country.
Thank you Mr. Bush- for creating the future face of terror against this nation.
-artifice