Liberalism writes

Dear World,

I’m sorry that I was so tired back in 2003. March was a bad month for me.

I’m sorry that he yelled and beat on you. He really means well. He was so angry. I was young. He was loud.

He said that he would protect us. He said that it would be quick. He just wanted to go in and come out. He said it would be over in an instant.

He was wrong.

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    It hurt. It was bloody. It was so much worse. He barely said that he was sorry. He said that we were better for having done it. I found out he’s done things like this before.

    He said that I was useless. I think he is right. I just couldn’t tell him how I feel. I know you’ve been telling me to stop this, but I promise it will end. He promises, just a few more years. He says that he loves me. We’ll get past this. He says that he’s here to protect all of us. He just doesn’t know better. He really does love me.

    I’m just afraid. I’m really afraid. I think he’s going to do it again. How do I stop him from striking again? I’m just tired. I really don’t know.

    I don’t know how long I can keep up with this stale metaphor. CAN WE REALLY LET THIS ADMINISTRATION STRIKE IRAN?

    I’m really sorry.

    I promise this time that I won’t sleep through the revolution.


    American liberalism

    Eric Ranz

    Junior in LAS