Do you know where Zimbabwe is? I’ll give you a hint -- Africa, the most fucked up continent on the planet. We’ve become so desensitized to the problems of Africa because all we hear about is the famine, disease, repression, and death. That’s what’s expected of Africa.

We send our soldiers into Somalia (think Black Hawk Down) only to get our embassies blown up. It almost seems they just don’t appreciate what help we try to provide. Zimbabwe, with a total population of 12 million people, is just a speck on our radar screens. Zimbabwe’s total population is still only half as many people as are in New York City, and 25 percent of the adult population is HIV positive, with an 80 percent unemployment rate.

The economy of Wal-Mart is over 100 times bigger than the economy of Zimbabwe, and people aren’t expected to live past 40. Have I emphasized this point enough? We don’t really care too much about Africa because it’s not economically worth it.

Over the last couple months a major famine has hit Zimbabwe. By the end of the year, half the country will be considered by world standards to be starving.

Yet we sit here, on our campus getting drunk. Hitting the bars, getting drunk, and then the next morning telling each other how drunk we were. If there is an argument as to how drunk you were, there are always pictures on Facebook to remind yourself of that past night’s high.

To do this day in and day out, numbing ourselves at the prospect of joining the workforce. Our worst fear come true, what if we become our parents?

We sit here in our fattened luxury while people out there need help. They need dreams of hope. People still immigrate here, but they usually end up getting fucked, humping that same old, saggy-ass American dream of unlimited credit and free capital. The Statue of Liberty needs to be updated, she got too old and decadent.


Zimbabwe has raised $3 million dollars in emergency relief aid but the World Food Program says they need $118 million to stem the starving. $118 million. Does that seem like a lot? $118 million is the amount of money Congress just approved for our Military; $460 billion. And that fool Bush just asked for more!

As the leading nation in the world, why are we spending money on a needless war when there are those with needs, people asking for our help? Why do Midwestern boys and street kids who only want a college education need to sacrifice their lives for this government? Kids not allowed to drink are given guns, which they are told will help the U.S. maintain order in the region. Whose order are we maintaining? Ours or their’s?

Can we really get a nation to accept freedom looking down the barrel of a gun that reads “Made in the USA?” There is no shame or loss of stature in feeding the less fortunate. There is however a tremendous amount of shame for those who are spending money we don’t have to kill our fellow man for satisfaction.


I’m aware that it can be hard to imagine Zimbabwe. It is a gajillion miles away, tucked into a corner of the attic that nobody gives a damn about. If Zimbabweans aren’t important enough to give food to, why are Iraqis more special? What do they need from us and why do they deserve our help?

There is a lot of talk in our country these days about Christ and the Good Lord. Now, as I understand it, helping people who can’t help themselves is one of the most important Christian tenets of this country. That’s what we are supposed to be doing. That’s what they tell us we are doing.

We went into Iraq under the false pretence that there was the immanent threat of biological and chemical weapons raining down from the sky. We went to Iraq to spread freedom and stabilize the region. We went to kill a ruthless brutal dictator. All we are effectively doing is causing destruction.

It’s almost as if our president thinks he is still playing Battleship with his younger, retarded brother Jeb on a rainy day at the family estate. He reacts to events like a child. Maybe its fitting that he was in a kindergarten classroom reading “My Pet Goat” when he heard the news of the planes hitting the towers. I pay this man to read books he doesn’t understand to Kindergartners!

We sit by everyday and just glance at the news only to pass over the truly horrible as someone else’s problem. Almost 4,000 American soldiers have now died in Iraq, on top of that somewhere between 30,000 and 75,000 Iraqis.

The only difference between an American casualty and an Iraqi casualty is the American gets to sacrifice himself for his country and return home in a nice pine box draped in the flag. The Iraqi doesn’t have the option of a nice pine box. The Iraqi is thrown into a mass grave bigger than graves Saddam did dug over a decade ago.


For everyone out there who is feeling voiceless in this crazy, fucked up world, I don’t know what to tell you. "Whatever," the motto of our rising generation. We don’t know what to do. It all just seems so wrong, and there is nothing we can do about it.

I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know what to say. All I know is, I’m sick and tired of hearing about the U.S. Army targeting insurgents, like it’s some kind of hunting vacation, and coming back to base with the mounted heads of Iraqi women and children.


So go on you students. Go back to your drunken debaucheries; the Dionysian affairs. Dull all the pain of your life with as much booze as you can get your hands on. Just keep drinking to forget the fact that come tomorrow, you’ll be getting up at 7 a.m. to kiss your kids, grab a cup of coffee, and run.

But, what would you do if they reinstated the draft? George Bush would draft every single kid in this country if he thought he could get away with it. Then what would you do? Go to Iraq to kill or get killed by someone you’ve never met? All for…what? Education? An escape? Glory? Maybe even Honor… Or maybe someone just told you to do it.

If this mantra seems at all overly revolutionary and leftist, it’s not. It’s simply a small cry from a rolling stone. It be nice to initiate social change, but at the moment I’d be happy with feeding Zimbabwe before we bomb Iraq. I am only advocating spending money on food for the sad, tired, humbled masses, of Zimbabwe, Darfur, Sierra Leone (where people must fight for water), and nations like them all over the world before we start spending money on the petty little wars of some very petty men.

If you strive to be a good Christian, that would be the pious thing to do. If religion isn’t in your bag of tricks then consider what the humane thing would be.


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