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Dear Ben,

Your father tells me that you are considering joining the military effort by the united states to support bush in iraq.

I am sorry for writing this letter; it is all I can do. I don�t expect to alter any of your actions, choices, beliefs, urges or needs. I just want you to know that I am telling you that this is a very bad idea. Years from now, should you live so long, should you ever heal, you will remember that I told you so. I am telling you now.

I have a lot of resentments based on desertion. I whine, �why didn�t anyone tell me.� Therefore, I am telling you now. That way, maybe we can still be friends later, because I would never forgive anyone who didn�t warn me.

First, have you noticed how the soldiers are all under thirty, many are under twenty. I am going to tell you why they are so young. Yes, it is true that many people run slower after they are thirty. After thirty, people don�t have as much energy as they used to. Older people have more ties to wives and children than teenagers. So it makes sense, for all these reasons, that younger people make better soldiers. But that is not really why the soldiers are so young.

The reason why the soldiers are so young, is because: the older generation has seen this garbage before. They have already heard the rap song, and just can�t dance to it anymore. They read the newspapers and see how the government supplied information gives us a heads up as to what the future will hold. Maybe old men might want you to fight, but they would never go themselves. Not for this crap again.

If you were in trouble, and you needed violent help, you could ask me. I am sure I could help you more than your high school chums. I may not be able to run as fast as young men but at least I know where I am going. If I was going to war, I know some people I would like to take with me, and they are all over thirty. But I would never fight in this war. Actually that�s not true. I am fighting in this war, just not on your side.

The war is between the state and the people. The rich and the poor. The old and the young. The ugly and the innocent. Have you noticed how the drug war has morphed into the war on terrorism. One day it was necessary to storm into homes, search cars and body holes for the drug war; for the sake of the children. Now we have to undergo searches and give more money for the war on terrorism.

When I was in my twenties, the GBI (georgia bureau of investigation) and the atlanta police, with a search warrant and drawn guns, invaded my home to search for pot. I gave them all they found when they first came in, around two grams or 3 joints. They tore the place up anyway. How dare they? How dare you?

In order to ban abortions, they procure the right to look inside your body. How dare the demonstrators don�t complain about all invasive abuses, instead of just their own. How dare you?

If I break my leg and need it to be set, I must go to a doctor that is certified by the state. Even if I know someone that I would like to go to instead, it is illegal. The medical profession has a lock on all healing. It is illegal to heal any other way. It is illegal for me to choose my health procedures. How dare they? How dare you?

The government talks about the freedom of speech, as if it is a luxury gift. That is a lie. We are born with freedom of speech, it�s the government who restricts it. Just for saying fuck, you can be sentenced to jail and buttfucked. Every little squirt knows that sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you. The state though, has different rules. How dare they? How dare you?

The state feeds from two troughs.
1. money
2. humiliation