cold steel heart 8
Today I was in the back yard and saw feathers floating down from a tree near me.... it was a peregrine falcon, with a pigeon... someone said, "Aren't you bugged by seeing a bird eat another bird?" and I answered "I'm a cat; we like that."
And it wasn't the first time I saw a falcon back there....
I was fixing something by the fountain one fine day, and saw a pigeon flying in almost a straight like about ten feet from me. I stood up and WHAM! A falcon knocked it out of the air in a burst of feathers. The falcon did a 180, then took off. The pigeon was dead before it hit the ground. I was a bit shook up. I felt the last heartbeats, then left it on the fence, and went inside. Shaking, Karen asking me what the fuck happened to me, I turned the TV on.
To hear the war had started. About the same second as that hawk hit that pigeon... it was a mourning dove, I discovered later. Sort of fitting, don't you think? And that about sums it all up for me.
Being the warrior in the family, I often get asked my feeling about the war... so here, I'll tell you them:
I would have had a Special Forces team bring me the head of Saddam. Had a press conference, then tossed the head to the floor. End of story. if that was what it was all really about, end of story. But we all know that's not what it's all about. Sad to think that give Americans a line of shit, keep their SUVs in cheap gas, jiggley tits and ass, TV that speaks to the stupid and put on a smoke and mirrors show and we'll believe anything. I know there's a lot of us out there who don't like it. But as long as they keep their heads up their asses, we'll get the government, the country, the world that we deserve.
Not the world either my first son or my new son deserves, but I promise you I won't raise him to settle for anything but the best. And he will know the difference. That you can bet on.
And it wasn't the first time I saw a falcon back there....
I was fixing something by the fountain one fine day, and saw a pigeon flying in almost a straight like about ten feet from me. I stood up and WHAM! A falcon knocked it out of the air in a burst of feathers. The falcon did a 180, then took off. The pigeon was dead before it hit the ground. I was a bit shook up. I felt the last heartbeats, then left it on the fence, and went inside. Shaking, Karen asking me what the fuck happened to me, I turned the TV on.
To hear the war had started. About the same second as that hawk hit that pigeon... it was a mourning dove, I discovered later. Sort of fitting, don't you think? And that about sums it all up for me.
Being the warrior in the family, I often get asked my feeling about the war... so here, I'll tell you them:
I would have had a Special Forces team bring me the head of Saddam. Had a press conference, then tossed the head to the floor. End of story. if that was what it was all really about, end of story. But we all know that's not what it's all about. Sad to think that give Americans a line of shit, keep their SUVs in cheap gas, jiggley tits and ass, TV that speaks to the stupid and put on a smoke and mirrors show and we'll believe anything. I know there's a lot of us out there who don't like it. But as long as they keep their heads up their asses, we'll get the government, the country, the world that we deserve.
Not the world either my first son or my new son deserves, but I promise you I won't raise him to settle for anything but the best. And he will know the difference. That you can bet on.
posted by a cold steel heart at 11:10 PM
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