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Curse of the War written @ 4:36 PM on March 21, 2003 Entry #2 for the Day... I cursed myself when I submitted that last entry... because in sound class I was assaulted by this girl whom I don't like anyway about-- what do you know-- the war. I don't remember how I got sucked into it-- it's always a whirlwind, but she claimed that this war was 100% entirely about oil. I said, "Well, that's only half of it. The oil is an added bonus, but strangely enough this war has amounted to more than simply 'about oil.' It's become a web of many tangled, complicated issues dealing with diplomacy, foreign relations, and, quite frankly, a monster tyrant who gasses 60,000 of his own people and--" "Ugh! Another ignorant, brainwashed stupid American!" she snarled at me. "It's only about oil-- that's all Bush wants. You know he's an oil man! Go do your research, you're so brainwashed and fucking ignorant! I bet you listen to Fox all the time. I can't believe you don't see it." She went on like so for quite some time. I sat there completely stunned. Her reaction and the fact that she kept me from answering with any opinion of my own reasonably floored me. I tried to explain to her, quite intelligently and calmly and refraining from calling her a stupid ignorant bitch herself, that, no, I don't watch Fox or any of those stations, that I'm not brainwashed and have done my research-- but she railed against me before I could even finish a sentence! I was so pissed off by the time she finished calling me ignorant, stupid, and "fucking brainwashed," that it took my friend Rick to draw my attention elsewhere before I would have lost it and exploded. To call me ignorant, brainwashed, a mindless conformer, etc. without giving me the chance to defend myself is my number one pet peeve of all time. I swear, guys, I was so angry I was shaking and my voice was quivering. You guys have never witnessed me so angry-- be thankful, only my dad has, and both my parents can vouch that it's an unnerving experience. You may think that it's unimaginable that I could react so violently, furiously-- I can't believe it myself sometimes-- but I was this close to walking straight up to that bitch and... even I don't know what would have happened next. Probably just have stared her down 'til she turned to stone, and spouted curses rolled together with my biggest intellectual guns. I swear I have never been so furious since my fight with my dad last winter. See, now I have to stop writing about this or I will do something I'll regret. But before I do, just let me say that there is one flaw in a free speech society: stupid people are allowed to talk. If she had debated me in a calm matter with some measureable intelligence-- and let me finish my fucking sentence before calling me ignorant-- then that would have been one thing. But that fucking hypocrite sorry excuse for an American bitching whore-- Okay, it's time to stop. Now. *** I wish I could tell you more about the rest of my day, but after sound class, I was extremely sour and cold. Not toward anyone, of course, but inside. The only thing that made me happy was to see the tulips pushing their way through the damp winter soil. It's finally spring, and that should make me happy enough. It does. But throw in people-- the truly "stupid, ignorant, brainwashed fucks"-- and the overcast day just makes me as gloomy as their lives. Ugh! I am so angry I could cry! I feel like crying! I think I'll go cry.
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