People keep getting maimed yet keep supporting this crappy war. Life's full of black humor like that.
That's the thing, my buddy is in the old war while my brother is headed to the new one. We never learn and people actually thought Obama would be any different than any other president.
He is different:
He got a Nobel Peace Prize while waging two wars left behind by his predecessor. If this doesn't scream irony then I don't know anymore.
About my BALIG (bitch about life in general):
I hate my job. I am beginning to hate, hate, hate, hate, hate my trade. It's like the blue-collar version of corporation-style cutthroat without the class and the crisp, clean clothes. I wish I could change for a trade that I can do my job and leave satisfied knowing that I did something productive and useful for 8 hours without any sort of people bullshit.