Free Speech is Dead.
We Killed it with Missiles.
This government is officially fucking unhinged. They're rounding people up now, straight Gestapo style, for daring to voice the outrageous idea that maybe—just maybe—we shouldn't be vaporizing women and children from the fucking sky. Remember free speech? Nah, neither does this administration. They only give a shit about speech when it's theirs, when it's sanitized, packaged propaganda, spoon-fed to the obedient masses nodding along, eyes glazed, minds dulled.
Signal-gate is the latest shitshow. Here's how twisted this nightmare has gotten: some poor bastard strolls casually into his girlfriend’s apartment building, maybe just planning a quiet night, a pizza, Netflix—who fucking knows? What happens next is something I didn't even see in the bleakest goddamned days of my deployment. The administration tracks his signal, shrugs their shoulders, and just decides to blow the whole fucking building to kingdom come. Not a care in the world for who else was inside. Men, women, kids—just collateral fucking damage. "Oops," they'll say, with that practiced, heartless detachment. "Regrettable incident," they'll drone, in a monotone briefing nobody listens to anyway.
When did we become this? When I served, even in the darkest hours of Afghanistan, there was a line we knew we shouldn't cross. Sure, we made mistakes, horrible ones, but there was at least a goddamn pretense that human life meant something. Now? Now it's casual. Surgical. Cold. Just data on a screen, signals on a fucking map, executed from some sterile room thousands of miles away, where accountability dies behind layers of classified red tape and bureaucratic bullshit.
