Billy_Kinetta
Paladin of the Lost Hour
- Mar 4, 2013
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Memories.
At that time (1967-70) I was lead singer in a regionally popular rock band. We played multiple gigs on weekends, and for high school kids made shitpots full of money. I was not a fan of the government at the time. (Johnson-Nixon)
One day, the leader of the multi-school student anti-war group approached me and said "You have a lot of influence. You should join us and speak out against the war."
I cast her a baleful eye and said something along the lines of "No. I have a brother in Nam. As far as I'm concerned, we can carpet-bomb those little yellow bastards until they bleed piss, until he comes home. I really don't care about them."
Recall the sentiment of the times. She turned pale and stared for a moment, then wandered off.
It didn't affect my job in the slightest.
You stil have the same sentiments about carpet bombing "the little yellow bastards" as you called them? Or did you finally grow up and develop a conscience and some respect for humanity?
Not at all. They ceased being little yellow bastards when my brother got home.
Overall, humans are beasts. They are capable of great things, but I don't respect them simply for existing.