I’m watching a classic movie set in Vietnam. The American “soldiers” look too fresh faced, their mouths aren’t foul enough. Hamburger Hill.
A few minutes in and it seems to be mostly about buying pussy. Later on they all die, trying to climb a hill.
We tend to forget why everything happens. Life has become so complex that we forget that its all about getting pussy. We killed animals so we could bring home the meat…so we could get pussy. We turned to farming and broke our backs in the sweltering sun so we could make more food…so we could get pussy. We expand the land develop new forms of creating a comfy life, all of which we are doing so that we can get pussy and we run into some other fuckers doing the same thing…and you know what happens? We start fighting. He wants the land to build his crops and houses, I want it to build mine so we gotta have it out so that one of us can make room to get his pussy and maybe even get the other one’s as well.
So the world gets more complex until we are buying and selling complex products, products that don’t physically exist, we sell information we sell friendships we sell everything we can so we can get money…so we can buy pussy. We fight for ever more complex reasons as well. We fight for religion, freedom, communism, racism, capitalism, terrorism. We fight so that after all the fighting is done there are less fuckers left to buy pussy.
We go to school, learn a bunch of shit that helps us to manipulate the world and other people, we go to college and learn even more, get a shitty job, get stuck with a boss that fucks with your mental to keep you working. You meet chicks and fall in love, spend all your lunch-money, pocket-money, summer job money and wages making ‘em feel good but all you’re doing is buying pussy.
In the west we are only allowed one pussy at a time. We are “cheating” if we do otherwise. We men are the ones that are being cheated. Look at the world we have forged! We have tamed the world, created civilization brought the laws of the universe to its knees when all we should be doing is going out and slaughtering an animal and bringing it home.
Only women benefit from the world we have created. We are the builders, we are the creators, the huntsmen, the shepherds, the farmers and artisans, we are the soldiers, the guardians and philosophers and yet we stupidly ceded everything we have done because women wanted “equality”. It was not equality but superiority that women received and now that men are impotent and unable to get pussy the world will begin to die. It will die because without man there is no progress and without progress there is no life.
Back to Hamburger hill…men die a lot. Of course we do. That’s the beauty about us. We are made to die. We are expendable. We don’t have pussies. Pussies want to live forever, that’s why we used to be sent out while they rest up at home. Death defines a man. Death is simple, death is final, death guarantees life. Choose death always.
Southern Afghanistan is a harsh place. No I lie. Much of Pakistan, much of Afghanistan are harsh places, Southern Afghanistan is a desert that scarcely supports anything larger than insects. Except for one place. There is a sliver of land in Kandahar/Helmand which is a tight fan of green huddled around a river basin. This is where the sparse life manages to grow and this is where a lot of death exists. In this place, death and misery are grown on pretty poppy plants and shipped to Iran and through Turkey into the West. It also finds its way to Karachi and to the East or Dubai. In this place, young men from western nations die for a cause that they barely understand or in fact need to understand. Here young Afghans follow old Afghans and are joined by Pakistanis and Arabs to fight for honour and money. This is the green zone. It is the cradle of life and at the same time the shroud of death.