Stupid Traditionalism and Loving Evil

Tomorrow, and indeed all through the weekend, here in Reading Pa we have our WW2 Days. They fly around a bunch of old planes, get drunk and talk about how we slaughtered so many people with such ease that we should all be so proud of ourselves and blah blah blah... I'll tell ya, there ain't nothing like seeing a B-29 flying overhead, the sun gleaming off the wings, realizing it's design was used to terrify millions throughout the world, and knowing full well that people are actually happy about that.

Now no doubt I'll lay out in my backyard, amongst the grass and insects, in a stoned haze, staring up at the sky as Mustangs fly around like bees, in a mock airbattle which of course the stangs will win. Everyone will cheer at the airfield and another piece of the old America (and what could've been) will fade away and/or die, as we fondly remember a horrible time in our nation's history. The irony almost kills me.

We'll celebrate 5,000 Americans being killed on Omaha beach in just a few minutes, not to mention the other tens of thousands of human beings that were brutally wasted as well. Eh, whatever...