lisehull wrote:
It's important to realize that not everyone who joins the military does it to kill people. In fact, most do it to have a job. Also, it's important to remember that the military also serves as a peacekeeping force and is there to protect people. In that way it can be seen as beneficial. The job I had (pre-Buddhism) was just that kind of role. I remained a pacifist even then.
lol...I joined the reserve forces in Canada on a six summer week program offered to students....
yes i never really considered at the time it was all about killing....
I soon realized in class that it was mostly all about learning how to maim..At the time Canada was really big into land mines and variants....they actually did not want us to just kill people....it was far better a tactic to maim and tie up resources....
I was shocked and was labeled a commie pinko soon enough....
Yelled at often enough for my views in class...and they tried to demoralize my "Hippie " ways....lol....
dude.....
the military is not the peace corps......is there still a peace corps....
Breaks out in a song from the mothers of invention
What's there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?
Think I'll just DROP OUT
I'll go to Frisco
Buy a wig & sleep
On Owsley's floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I'm completely stoned
I'm hippy & I'm trippy
I'm a gypsy on my own
I'll stay a week & get the crabs &
Take a bus back home
I'm really just a phony
But forgive me
'Cause I'm stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco!
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya
Oh, my hair is getting good in the back!
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .
Hotcha!
First I'll buy some beads
And then perhaps a leather band
To go around my head
Some feathers and bells
And a book of Indian lore
I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
How to get to Haight Street
And smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot
I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
I will love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
I will sleep . . .
I will, I will go to a house
That's, that's what I will do
I will go to a house
Where there's a rock & roll band
'Cause the groups all live together
And I will join a rock & roll band
I will be their road manager
And I will stay there with them
And I will get the crabs
But I won't care
Because . . .