What Fark isn't is a site for serious debate and deep discussion of the issues (although I'm at a loss to think of a site on the internet that is.) Showing a little bit of your true self or letting your guard down there will get you burned. Big time.
That's why I was stunned to run into the following post by somebody going by the Fark handle cackylacky this morning-
This made me cry.
I'm so damn sick and tired of feeling like this. I hate that this stupidman has taken a life that I and my family were once proud of and made it conflicted and confusing and painful.
I hate sending my husband off to Iraq and looking at my kids and knowing that, if the worst happens, I can't even look at them and say "Your daddy died doing what was right."
I hate having conversations with him that start over some random snippet of news and end with me sobbing in his arms, begging him to get out, and having him hold me and ask me, "If all the good men leave, who will be left? And what will happen then?"
I hate feeling responsible for this. I hate it.
I was lied to, and I bought it. I couldn't believe that our entire government was lying to us. It seemed so impossible, sooo... tin-foil hattish.
I hate going to Target and seeing boys being pushed around in Naval Hospital-issued wheelchairs by their wives, while holding their babies.
I hate funerals.
How did we get here? He joined when it was all rescuing downed pilots and non-combatant evacs. Saving the world and all that rot.
I think I'm gonna be sick.I hope noone reads this. I'll read it later andbe ashamed. I don't care. It's early in the morning, late in the thread. Screwit.
As Republican Senators spend last night and this morning pretending to be bored by the debate taking place in the Senate and the attempt to stop their obstruction I think of cacky, and people like her and I get pissed. Why don't you find her and yawn in her face Senatro Inhoefe?