occupation
Peace.
Afghanistan, we're sorry.
We're so fucking sorry.
I was mad.
I listened to the news a lot
after 9/11.
Nation building?
Go to war to make them better people?
Enlighten them with our ways?
Did it work?
That's not what I'm hearing.
Arrogance.
I knew it back then.
South Park proclaimed it:
Amurica, fuck yeah!
Hell no.
We're there to kill the bad guys?
Well, ok, let's talk.
We're there to keep the peace?
I'm on board.
We're there to build a nation?
They already have one.
What do we have?
How goes it with our affairs?
I'm sensitive as a demoniac
to the state of "occupation,"
to being unmade and remade,
to being wrecked and reformed.
How goes it, Mr. Bitter?
How goes it, demon?
How goes the occupation?
You've always had plans for me -
designs.
But how goes it with you?
Are your affairs in order?
If you would be my god,
are you prepared to meet your Maker?
He's the same as mine, you know.
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