The Mother of all Bombs. The perfect distraction from Chump’s endless media embarrassments. Bomb an insignificant target in Afghanistan with the largest non-nuclear bomb and CNN and other outlets will mindlessly spout statistics all day and forget all else.
It is a farce, we can never verify who they are actually killing or their motive, but anyone who isn’t an idiot knows there is no justice, use of MOAB in Achin (Nangarhar, Afghanistan) is wildly disproportionate to its goal - if the afghan central govt ok’d its a war crime on both parties, there are several villages and civilian populations who have already been suffering under ‘ISIS’ in the area, this was an egregious war crime. And my heart bleeds. The MOAB bunker buster is just another name for the same nukes we stopped George W cunt Bush from using in 2004/2005 but it’s worse because it’s not underground, it’s detonated in the air to cause maximum damage on the ground, like a real nuke “America’s most powerful non-nuclear bomb.” my ass.
To you, my American brothers and sisters in Christ, on this Palm Sunday, I offer my greetings, a warning, and an encouragement.
First, I want to greet you in the name of the Lord and express to you my love, whether you are the outspoken blogger who will share what they think regardless of reaction or whether you are the quiet blogger who hasn’t really talked much about their personal beliefs. It is enough to know you are there, and that we are family.
But now, a warning. To those of us in America – and I know that this does not apply to all Christians in America, I do not speak to those who follow Christ’s example with all their heart but rather those who may be tempted to take their faith lightly, and I confess that I too am sometimes in that number. Do not let yourself be distracted by things that are ultimately of no importance and forget that we are extremely privileged in this country. Do they mock you here? Do they misrepresent you? Very often, yes. It’s nearly the Internet’s fifth favorite pasttime.
But do not mistake spiteful and mean-spirited jibes from those who do not know or wish to know what you believe for persecution, I urge you.
Our sisters and brothers in other countries are often not thinking of anonymous hate on the Internet or sneering newscasts or laws that we do not always agree with. (Though some laws ought of course be opposed for as much as is possible, especially if they are in opposition to the laws God has given us, such as caring for the oppressed or the refugee). I urge you not to grow complacent, not to take for granted the fact that in this country we are able to go and worship in the way that we choose without wondering in the back of our minds if today is the day our church will be bombed by people who hate us.
This morning in Egypt, two churches were bombed on Palm Sunday, targeted by people whose minds and hearts are filled with hatred. (But I refuse to give the attackers the attention they so desperately want. Instead I want to address the mosques donating blood for those injured in the attack: You fill my heart with joy and with thanks and I hope you are blessed for your kindness)
In light of this, my brothers and sisters, I encourage you – rather, I encourage us, for I do not give you advice as though I myself am not in need of it – not to complain when we appear to lose “rights” or privileges we were formerly accustomed to here. Continue to trust that God is in control, and focus not on the comforts and annoyances of this world (though admittedly this is a difficult thing to do!) and follow Christ’s example with all your heart.
“He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” (Micah 6:8)
Okay, so this is kind of crack-ish, but hear me out.
Imagine an AU in which the 1ps get stuck in the 2p!Verse, and find out everyone’s at war, b/c reasons. At some point, all the 2ps and 1ps set up this big confrontation to end the war, but probably in a very violent way. There are two groups in this confrontation: the Axis powers and the FACE family (2p!Russia and 2p!China having eventually left the Allied powers to deal with personal issues… Well, that, and they just didn’t want to be involved in this train wreck of a conflict anymore).
They’re all meeting in either a big building or an area that’s hard to easily escape from. They’re looking dramatic and trash talking each other. Then, Luciano (2p!Italy) says this:
“Hah! You think you’re so tough? Well, guess what?? Last night, I broke in here and planted bombs all over the building! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Ludwig and Lutz (2p!Germany): “You did wHAT?!”
Allen (2p!America) and Alfred share a knowing look.
Allen: “Pfffft, sorry to break the bad news to ya’, Mario, but-”
Alfred: “Last night, we broke in here and planted our own bombs!”
Arthur and Francois (2p!France): “You did wHAT?!”
Suddenly, the wall bursts inward to reveal the Russias and Chinas posing heroically, sunlight magnificently streaming in behind them.
Matt (2p!Canada): “Whoah, whoah, hold your maple a minute. Did you guys also plant bombs in here last night?”
Ivan, looking genuinely disappointed: “Aww, how’d you know? It was supposed to be a surprise!”
Kuro (2p!Japan): “So… what I’m getting out of this… is that all three of us planted bombs here in the middle of the night.”
Germany, with a resigned sigh and the thought, This is my life. This is what it’s become: “Yeah, it would seem so.” His eyes go wide. “Wait, if one person sets off their detonator, doesn’t that mean the others’ bombs will be triggered into blowing too??”
Matthew, panicked: “Oh god, no one set off your detonator!”
Everyone voices their agreement to that, concluding the best thing they can do is to not set off their detonators at all costs.
Then, La Macarena starts randomly playing. Gilbert pulls out his phone and gestures to give him a moment.
“Hey, Toni, what’s up? … Huh? … Oh, cool. … Eh, we’re not doing much. I’m sure no one will mind. … It’s fine, really! … Okay!”
He sets his phone to speaker. “Hey, guys, Antonio wants to share something supposedly awesome he found!”
No one’s really sure where this is heading, but they go with it.
Everyone says hi in their respective language.
Gilbert: “So, what’d you find?”
“Oh yeah, I found this really cool button thingy.”
Gilbert, curiously: “Oh?”
“Si! It’s big, and red, and says ‘DO NOT PRESS’ on it!”
This does not sound good.
Luciano, worried: “Quick, everyone check your detonators!”
He, Alfred, and Viktor (2p!Russia) shakily check their pockets, boots, etc. for their detonators, only to come up empty.
Santiago (2p!Spain) begins to speak from the other end:
“Alright, everybody shut up and listen, ‘cause I’m only going to say this once. We have the detonators. You’ve got one hour. If you don’t leave that building with a recorded verbal agreement to write and sign a peace treaty later, we’re pressing the buttons. All of them. Clock starts now.”
Luciano finds a neatly folded note in his jacket pocket. He opens it. Inside, written in pink, cursive Italian, is the following:
Dearest little brother,
You really need to find better places to hide important things. This only took me ten minutes!
your big brother <3
Luciano narrows his eyes and furiously growls out, “fratello.”
I am trying to keep political posts to a minimum, but this has affected me, my family and my country.
Today (March. 24th) marks the 17th anniversary of America’s (and NATO’s) illegal bombing of Serbia in 1999. 3000 innocent people killed, our territory stolen and the country has been in ruin eversince. My family, friends and relatives have all been affected by this. It is the reason that I am now living in Canada. You can ignore this post. But it’d mean the world if you could show some respect to the tragedy that still lingers today.