Monday, April 27, 2015

The war never ends.



If there is to be any consolation at all in the macabre proceedings of people celebrating about a mausoleum of existence it is that wars don't end.

Every conflict that the collaborationist element of the Vietnamese-American community would have cordoned off in the past such that they might aggressively pursue their bmws and mercedes have not ended, they continue with great and determined feriocity. Nothing ends. All conflicts continue. And so too will the rebellious malcontented disrespectful element of Vietnamese society endure, even in the cruel air of America. Every fight against foreigners continues, our abductees are not our kin, and colonialism and the struggle against it continues, whether here or in Vietnam.

There is no freedom that has been achieved and for all the "Mission Accomplished" that Vietnamese like to bandy about, the war is not over.

It will never be over.

And this should be a cause for celebration.

For to surrender at a crumb heaped upon a famine is to lose sight of what is important: which is to one day return home. To a Vietnam that is free in its mind and soul of the legacy of oppression. We must remember too that as the country is our flesh and our blood, so to are we the country. And we should see fit to care for the country in ways that the scourge of centuries is not a welcome presence in the land that is our heart and minds.

The battle is not over.

The war never ends.

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