Post by emokid on Jan 16, 2010 19:14:19 GMT -6
(The shot starts with a dutch angle on the American Flag. An all too familiar voice begins speaking.)
VOICE: The American flag. It has many nicknames. Old glory, the strars and stripes, symbol of the free. Well there's a few they forgot. Country of Danger, Flag of the failure, Misfit country. My favorite is this one "Desecration capitol of the world." What? You don't like it? Too bad, because it's the truth. America is a haven for criminals. If the criminal isn't in prison, then they're either in the government, in the church, or they're in the police department themselves.
(As he is saying this, the camera pans down the flagpole)
It's an American past time. Criminalism has far bypassed baseball, and left apple pie behind. Why? Because, we're good at it. Look at our ramshackeled government. Or better yet, look at our military. Hell, I should know I was a part of it.
(Camera finally pans to the bottom to show Omerta. Shockingly, everything about Omerta is different. A completely shaved head, a shirt that simply reads "Injustice For All, Remorse For None," Black Shorts with the anarchy sign on the sides, and boots.)
Now, I know what you're thinking, and you're right. I'm Omerta. Well, I used to be Omerta. You see, I'm kind of like Kunte Kinte, Omerta was my slave name. A name given to me. I want to go by my chosen name. Tyler Guevara. Tyler is my real first name, but Guevara is named after one of the greatest revolutionaries of all time, Che Guevara. A man you people revile, stands for everything I believe in, anarchy, and remorse for absolutely no one. Why should I feel pity for a country that has no feeling? No sense of help. Why should I depend on a country with the biggest ego this side Donald Trump's bank account?
Truth is, you don't deserve it, and you never have. You never have, because you don't give respect back. While America is number one...
(raises his pointer finger)
Everything else is number one from a different stand point.
(raises his middle finger)
Something else that has sickened me, is while I was in the hospital, I shared a room with this soldier. This soldier was a former member of the American Army, like me. He looked at me, and said "You're Omerta, right?" To where I said "Yes, I am." He said "Well, I came from the Army, myself, and I think what you're doing is a disgrace to the Army." I looked right at him, and said "At least I'm following my dreams." He looked at me mockingly, as if to say what I do does absolutely nothing to my life. I walked over to his bed, and I slapped him in the face. I said "It's because of people like you we're losing. Self righteous pricks have absolutely no room in this world. I took what I did seriously, and was stuck in a platoon full of people like you, and that's why Afghanistan was such a failure."
I laid in my bed thinking about what I had said. For months, it became progressively true. I truly believe that Americans, you people, want America to survive, and the rest of the world to sink. That's why we steal cars and electronics from Asia, we get our food from Europe, and we take animals from Africa, and Australia to put them in our zoos. We don't want other nations to thrive, we want them to fail. We want them to go away. As for the people in those countries, well, just look at Haiti. You say "Let's see how much money we can raise for this catastophe." We all know what you're thinking. "Let's captalize on this horrendous disaster, and sell merchandise."
You know it's true, America. You know your arrogance, but you won't fess up. Well, I say, It's time for a war. It's time for a war on greedy America.
As I see it, I have to take on the Land of the Freak, and the Home of the Depraved.
(Tyler Guevara smiles)
And this is one I refuse to lose.
Death to a country that wants no association with me, and Vice Versa.
(Guevara laughs, as the camera fades to black.)
VOICE: The American flag. It has many nicknames. Old glory, the strars and stripes, symbol of the free. Well there's a few they forgot. Country of Danger, Flag of the failure, Misfit country. My favorite is this one "Desecration capitol of the world." What? You don't like it? Too bad, because it's the truth. America is a haven for criminals. If the criminal isn't in prison, then they're either in the government, in the church, or they're in the police department themselves.
(As he is saying this, the camera pans down the flagpole)
It's an American past time. Criminalism has far bypassed baseball, and left apple pie behind. Why? Because, we're good at it. Look at our ramshackeled government. Or better yet, look at our military. Hell, I should know I was a part of it.
(Camera finally pans to the bottom to show Omerta. Shockingly, everything about Omerta is different. A completely shaved head, a shirt that simply reads "Injustice For All, Remorse For None," Black Shorts with the anarchy sign on the sides, and boots.)
Now, I know what you're thinking, and you're right. I'm Omerta. Well, I used to be Omerta. You see, I'm kind of like Kunte Kinte, Omerta was my slave name. A name given to me. I want to go by my chosen name. Tyler Guevara. Tyler is my real first name, but Guevara is named after one of the greatest revolutionaries of all time, Che Guevara. A man you people revile, stands for everything I believe in, anarchy, and remorse for absolutely no one. Why should I feel pity for a country that has no feeling? No sense of help. Why should I depend on a country with the biggest ego this side Donald Trump's bank account?
Truth is, you don't deserve it, and you never have. You never have, because you don't give respect back. While America is number one...
(raises his pointer finger)
Everything else is number one from a different stand point.
(raises his middle finger)
Something else that has sickened me, is while I was in the hospital, I shared a room with this soldier. This soldier was a former member of the American Army, like me. He looked at me, and said "You're Omerta, right?" To where I said "Yes, I am." He said "Well, I came from the Army, myself, and I think what you're doing is a disgrace to the Army." I looked right at him, and said "At least I'm following my dreams." He looked at me mockingly, as if to say what I do does absolutely nothing to my life. I walked over to his bed, and I slapped him in the face. I said "It's because of people like you we're losing. Self righteous pricks have absolutely no room in this world. I took what I did seriously, and was stuck in a platoon full of people like you, and that's why Afghanistan was such a failure."
I laid in my bed thinking about what I had said. For months, it became progressively true. I truly believe that Americans, you people, want America to survive, and the rest of the world to sink. That's why we steal cars and electronics from Asia, we get our food from Europe, and we take animals from Africa, and Australia to put them in our zoos. We don't want other nations to thrive, we want them to fail. We want them to go away. As for the people in those countries, well, just look at Haiti. You say "Let's see how much money we can raise for this catastophe." We all know what you're thinking. "Let's captalize on this horrendous disaster, and sell merchandise."
You know it's true, America. You know your arrogance, but you won't fess up. Well, I say, It's time for a war. It's time for a war on greedy America.
As I see it, I have to take on the Land of the Freak, and the Home of the Depraved.
(Tyler Guevara smiles)
And this is one I refuse to lose.
Death to a country that wants no association with me, and Vice Versa.
(Guevara laughs, as the camera fades to black.)
