What's up silent freedom warriors!
Why are my panties in such a bunch to the point I'm going verbally nuclear on anything? well we all know this is a long list, but lets start to string more pieces together. The broken pieces of war, jars full of broken hearts. New age treats "the spiritual ancestral walk" or loosely talk about karma aka spiritual retribution on a very ill informed rosy perspective like the rest of the world but that's what the walk actually looks like if one is doing it right. There is some fucked up shit in the libraries of the past. Putting yourself in someone else's shoes back in time to try to understand why you ended up paying the price for their sins. You know there is a saying that girls have to live in the sin of their fathers. Like anything else, it can be interpreted many ways.
Sorry Drake, I'm not trying to put opinions in your mouth, these meme is just badass and you know you can't argue otherwise. Aren't you a Canadian for freedom with a voice? What happened to all them concerts for world peace writing songs of virtues. ya'll used to have? Archaic outdated values or what? Cmon, I thought virtue signaling was the showbiz department
How dare I speak profanities publicly online at various world dignitaries, religious organizations and alphabet agencies like it's the next Ricky Gervais competing for a Las Vegas Residency gig for a comedic roast series at a Hollywood award show! Don't worry, I'm just being funny and by now I also show up with some strange fucking logic armor that you probably can't really argue either. Frankly, I tried saying many things nicely. Nice goes no place where demons walk. Surrounded by so many darks truths and tough pills to quietly swallow so someone else don't have to. Like a turn the other cheek nuclear edition. If I had been Jesus, I probably would have taken the nails out of my hands and feet, throw em back at God, tell him his movie sucks, he should start writing better endings and float off into the sunset. Yeah, I'm that kind, I just know how to keep that genie semi bottled up but to what extent? Controversial AF yes but I know how to paint one hell of a picture can't I. Nah, I don't need to be out frolicking into the Rockies to do so either. Lets go a little ancestral.
En francais:
Quand J'etais petite fille, mon Pepere s'adornais avec son uniform militaire formel, tout fraichement presse par les professionel. Memere etait une experte autre jours mais pour la parade locale du Jour de Armistice avec tout ses medaille de valeur. Ce rituel etais reserver pour une journee seulement a chanque annee. Lui et les autre veteran de la petite ville un assemblement de fraternite d'etre fier de leur retour. Avec l'age, l'habit officiel a devenu trop petit donc remplace avec un du tailleur de la ville et de sa couleure prefere. Les medaille de hero brillait aussi fort. Pepere le hero, le hero qui a liberer l'Europe pour que moi et tout les autres petite fille a pas besoin de jamais voir ou avoir un experience de guerre. La derniere, celle qui va compte, celle qui va reveiller le monde au atrocite et le prix de ne pas agir en temp. Le reve de chaque petite fille, il a tout sacrifier pour mon droit a la paix. Le droit de la paix des etranger sur un continent etranger a 16 ans. Pour une raison ou un autre, il ne c'est jamais senti come un hero. Pourquoi Pepere?
English
When I was a little girl, my Pepere adorned himself with his formal military uniform, freshly pressed by professionals. Memere was great any other day but for the local Remembrance Day parade with his WW2 brotherhood. This ritual was reserved for one day only every year to celebrate their safe return. With age, the official uniform got too small and was replaced with a well tailored suite in his favorite color. His Hero medals shined just as brightly. Pepere the Hero! Pepere the Liberator! Liberated parts of Europe so myself and other little girls like me didn't have to ever see this or hear about war ever again. The last one. The one that counts. The one so atrocious and emotionally costly that it will wake up the world. The dream of every grand-daughter, sacrificed his soul and bet his life for my right to peace. The right to peace for other strangers he didn't know, on a foreign continent as a 16 year old young man.
How entitled am I eh! Yeah now that's how I felt as a 7 year old. Doesn't take long for society and reality to taint some of the purest innocence with their sadistic never ending war games very early on. Only I was too young to grasp something this deep. How dare I be so anti-sematic? Am I or are you just using that as a cheap escape to be abusive yourselves for that long and the rest of the world letting you getting away with it because we truly do feel bad for how you got treated unfairly? I didn't want to write the entire thing bilingual so lets carry on in English, easier for everyone. Just since I'm trying to honor French ancestral war pilgrimage and the why's. What went right? What went wrong?
A few years after the parade Grand-Daughter / Grand- Father getting suited up ritual. An up-close and personal with a local international Hero putting on his freshly polished medals on his freshly pressed suit... Prime example of national pride isn't it? Why did he bow his head in shame every time I called him that? Why does such a beautiful moment that should feel like a story book moment that many little girls like myself would be proud of feel so ugly? I was trying to genuinely compliment him in admiration...Why wasn't it received as such?
How do you explain that to a 7 year old that her calling her grampa a hero breaks his heart and give him internal complexes...aka triggered. Little was known about ptsd back then. Same can be said for the scars that era left on their minds and their hearts. Forever. The real sacrifice. Their souls. Their precious moments that they know should make them proud like it's a grand-daddy war Hallmark movie. What Grampa doesn't want that on remembrance day. Seriously, think about it. How do they display the glory of the war hero coming home to his family in movies, it always seems like a joyous moment doesn't it? Probably only in the movies. The reality is many come back wondering, did I do the right thing? Was it worth it? That's a complicated answer.
16 years old, that's an impressionable age. Too young for war, he lied about his age and they weren't picky enough to ask too many questions either. A mutual we won't ask and you won't have to tell. At that point and time of the war closer to the end, was faced with the Hitler Youth. An army the age of his little brother. His first kill. Well probably most of them. He walked along tank units with no personal protection like we have in the modern days. Walking next to rolling tanks constantly firring to the point he was almost fully deaf from there. Armed with a big gun ready to get barged on by a bunch of homicidal brainwashed kids endlessly coming out of everywhere while they just shot at one another. You didn't have time to think about it, shoot or be shot.
Are you a man? Can you picture yourself in that scenario at 16 in Canada? Do you have a son? How about him. While you blow out the candles on his sweet 16 themed birthday party. Instead of blowing out the candles, he's throwing back the surprised grenades launched at him by the enemy whom is also a child before they explode on him. 2 child soldiers fighting one another with GUNS to DEATH. Let that sink in. Just I dare you to truly picture and feel that one as best as you can. If that doesn't bring tears to your eyes...I don't know what does. He knew he signed up to fight Satan in the flesh as a hardcore Catholic but this was a really rude welcome to adulthood, yet just a teen, there really isn't any other way to interpret it. A sense of duty can quickly turn in a moment of dread. No room for self-doubt on the battle field.
That is correct Mr. N of Israel and all your bloodthirsty Rabbi oracles of high moral ground that support your dramatic entitled temper tantrum to rethink before this goes...well...nuclear . My Gramps sacrificed everything in more ways then one to rescue what was probably your parents...your uncles maybe...Perhaps other distant relatives you never met...Perhaps your friends parents. Doesn't matter ... The point is, my grampa along with many other grampas like him put their lives on the line for YOUR RIGHT TO EXIST. For the RIGHT FOR YOUR DIRECT ANCESTORS TO NOT GET BURNED IN A FUCKING FURNACE TO KEEP YOUR GRAND-PARENTS WARM BECAUSE OF THEIR CULTURE/ANCESTRY. The RIGHT TO PROCREATE AND PRODUCE A WORLD LEADER THAT WOULD DO THE EXACT SAME ATROCITIES UNTO ANOTHER OF ABRAHAMIC KIN IN RETURN.
Did you forget where you came from already? Forget your Ancestral suffrage and how traumatizing it was...all the scars it left on your people? It hasn't even been 100 years yet. Fuck at least they had a fucking shelter to sleep in and an end in sight and someone cared enough to identified them with a tattooed number. Not that it's right, just your victims aren't even getting anything besides bombs and displacement. Those in the back...I know you're all a little shy. You get it now?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKbMhVMzxUg
Now anyone watching that video, A young girl the same age I was with my Getting a close-up view of a war hero putting dressing his medals for remembrance day parade. He knew. He had to to some of that himself. Destroy homes. Tear families. In the name of peace both sides thinking they are doing the right thing for their own reasons, realistic or not. On the other side of the coin...What about her? Dressed in her best clothes excited to go see her house still standing in a neighborhood of rubble. Proudly displaying her bedroom while schooling the western world between a missile hole and bullet hole in her wall. Wow...If that's not defiling innocence, I don't know what is. Her special happy remembrance day moment in 2024, her bullet and missile riddled bedroom is still standing! Truly something to be thankful for but. What's the real cost of war? Even if this conflict ended tomorrow. Will it restore her innocence? Will she ever be the same? That look on her face on the video. Tragic.
Men don't have emotions, at least not enough to break the silence or cycle. Any MOM's and Grandma's? This must tug at the heart strings, how can it not. Is it ok for such an angelic young face to be able to tell you about missile and bullet holes? She shouldn't even know what those things are or do at that age. If Mother Mary statues started crying a tear of blood for every innocent woman and child harmed for no reason, I wonder how many tears she would cry? Is there anything about that in your Patriarchal false prophet Scriptures? How does it work? Explain it slow to me...real slow. I'm just some dumb hysterical woman with a demon mouth and too much free speech and internet access. You know, the right of mine my Pepere fought for. The right to speak up when things are not right in the world. Like now.
How about you France, Britain and friends? Why so inactive on preventing an already catastrophe from escalading? Did you forget my family's sacrifice that still persist in intergenerational trauma? One from a brave 16 year old young man, even he forever understood just how foul and destructive war was, that it was no game, no glory. Doesn't matter what side you stand on or how long it's been.
Did your ancestors forget to leave you a family photo album displaying happy reunification photos standing in victory on top of the rubble mound that used to be their home? Well maybe it was the neighbor's home...hard to tell when it's all in a pile. We just claimed a pile like a bunch of happy 8 year old on a snow hill. I'm guessing not. Nothing happy about it either. So why no pressure to end wars everywhere for someone else being completely destroyed in the same fashion?? My grampa and others like him, gave it all, because it was the right thing to do. It wasn't even on our continent. Did they tell you...Well that's not our homes so whatevs I'm not asking you to go to war or protest in the streets, I'm asking you to make better efforts at ensuring peace in the world for EVERYONE. Preventing history from repeating itself. Where is your RESISTANCE against bloodshed and human rights these days? Old outdated values or what? Are we too progressive for that? Someone spoke for yours and now you are free. Free to use your words, spoken or written...just like me.
How about you Indigenous leaders and citizens of Canada...Are you doing enough? Didn't your Grampas risk it all too? Didn't a traditional Language save the day with better encoded messages that the enemy just could not crack. What? COMMUNICATIONS & COOPERATION saved the day on a mass scale? Aren't you survivors of genocide too? I thought every child mattered? I thought you had a voice? I thought you might remember the scars? I thought you would drum for peace and reconciliation...Is that just for Indigenous or everyone? Where are your messages and voices of peace and time to have a good world wide conflict resolution solution that stems from peace not war as it's a never ending cycle. I thought that was your department?
I might be a dirty white migrant that should swim across the Atlantic asap back to Europe after 400 years here but I'm not asking for myself. I'm asking on the behalf of little girls of the world that can't seem to deserve the right to have the right to not have to know what a missile hole thru her bedroom wall looks like and be thankful for it. I suppose with thanks giving around the corner, maybe she's just getting into the holiday spirit. I wonder if she can find some Canadian or us stamped bullet casings in he rubble of her neighbors house that she can make a fun crafty sun catcher trinket to decorate and help things along. Souvenirs.
You know, Israel and friends, when the bombs and bullets stop, the very reason you get to be here today in 2024 with claiming the right to be a bomb dropping asshole unhindered just like whom was once your ancestors worst nightmare...How are you any different?
Did My gramps go home and everything hunky-dory like nothing ever happened in some happy Hollywood movie war propaganda? No, real life doesn't happen in a theater. The theater is our dreams, desires...nightmares our scars all blended in a glittery shiny package, perhaps easy to digest reality. Whatever demented thing trying to speak or we're trying to mentally run from.
What really happened, My Gramps stayed for much longer to help clean up. These people had been thru enough, needed time to heal, re-collect and he was already there, his duty. To selflessly help others. Because it was the right thing to do. Let them take a deep breath. The first free ones in a while. Until the CANADIAN MILITARY were wondering around securing perimeters and got a little deeper into forested areas. Do I have to remind everyone? It seems so. The world seems to be blind to history repeating itself, the same ones that said that if they were the German ordinary people, they would have stood up for their neighbor's rights...Well? Would be a good time to do so? Nah? Link below has many triggering photos but seems like the world is forgetting what war really looks like.
https://www.theatlantic.com/photo/2011/10/world-war-ii-the-holocaust/100170/
Yes the infamous concentration camps. The never expected grimmest discovery ever made to human kind at the time. One that would shock the world. The vilest thing a human could see, human cruelty. I guess it just wasn't enough for the world to be able to recognize genocide and the moral obligation to stop it in it's tracks. What will it take then? Not yet old enough to legally drink in today's Canadian standards but had just discovered the most horrifying thing a human could ever see. Still a teen himself. Innocence already destroyed but wow, this left the biggest hole in his heart and mind that could never be fixed. A visual you can never erase, a sight one can never unsee. Only beginning to understand the true band of psychopaths they had just extinguished was really capable of, after they thought they had seen it all. Seen with his own teenage eyes. No... your gun can't even save you from that one.
How did I come to learn that perspective on genocide and horror as a young child? No he never freely talked about it, at least not with me. Something he was doing his best to take his secret horrors to his grave. I could tell his mind was often occupied with it. Sacrificed his innocence so we could keep ours. But I had to do a remembrance day war expose for school. We mildly argued about it when I tried to ask questions. Then I said Pepere, I know it hurts and you are right, I probably shouldn't have to know war stuff but it's for school. I can get it from someone that was there or form a government sponsored propaganda school book. I have to learn one way or another. Which version do you want me to tell?
Well he broke down, talk about grand father grand daughter fun times working on school projects. Don't worry, I got it. It was rough, I knew I didn't get it and probably never would. That means his self sacrifice meant something. It wasn't in vein. Maybe it helped him release many bottled up things. As a 4th grader, probably a little young but probably the only chance I would ever get. I was studying Anne Frank's diaries at the time, it was a whole history lesson type thing at school covering various child digestible aspect.
Not with Pepere! It was raw and I was thankful. I swallowed every word. Even the hard stuff. Some silly part of me calls that stuff as being spoon fed ancestral demon stew. Taste bad like medicine but perspective building of the real glories of a soldier. The amount of death one has to get used to, just another day at the office. He gave me a very vivid description. I could picture it in my head, I could almost feel the heartbreak and shock. Several decades later.
What was the vivid view from a teenage soldier walking in on a real bad surprise? When the turned to a clearing, hey saw a barb wire fence, they started walking towards it until they froze in terror right in their tracks. It was lined with what was probably hundreds of live corpses moaning as he described them...dead men walking. How were they even walking? So starved they decomposed alive. Skeletons with skin. They had been left there locked and forgotten to just die after the defeat of enemy troops. Many of them already were. Some in mountains of decaying bodies from before they left.
What are we even looking at? What do we do with them? Can they even survive the next hour? They weren't fully trouped, only a few all on securing perimeter making sure there was no bad enemy surprise. Well fuck eh. Rations were rare, not as rare as in the fox hole but not enough for a handful of soldiers to be able to feed all of them, they distributed what they had. Bu now what, a bunch of teens making decisions an adult probably would struggle to make on a situation no one can truly comprehend no matter how hard you try. What would you do with them? What is the right thing?
There was 3 options. Sad sight and all, they probably don't stand a chance, maybe it's a nazi ambush trap. We don't have enough numbers to help. Our orders are to secure perimeter. Do we defy orders and go back to command and get help? Do we just keep walking, their mercy will surly come soon? Is shooting them out of mercy better? Those poor people. Talk about tough choices. They chose to return to the command and report something real messed up, and more came. They decided to attempt to rescue the