Editor takes a piss

By Connor de Bruler
debrulerc@mytjnow.com

I’ve never pissed on a dead body. Dead bodies don’t do much for my bladder regardless of my beer intake. 

Two American soldiers have recently been exalted as well as vilified for their affinity for necrosocial-urination. (That’s not a real term. I made that up.)

Most people don’t know their obscure history. This isn’t the worst thing American soldiers have done overseas. Serial killer Richard Ramirez’s brother raped and murdered more than fourteen women while on tour in Vietnam. He even documented his crime via photo journal, which he shared with most of his friends. The crimes have never been investigated. The women are buried under the rubble and mental clutter that a senseless war brings on.  

American soldiers in World War II who crash-landed in the remote Philippine wilderness later admitted to eating Japanese soldiers with the locals. 

The pictures of Abu-Ghraib prison are still fresh in our minds as some of the weirdest porn-mimicking snuff pictures shown on daytime television. 

The point is, war is hell. All war is hell. All war wrings out the human soul and splinters the foundation of society. Men kill people. Men piss on said people. That’s what a war is. 

If you don’t want pictures of young men pissing on dead bodies, then you shouldn’t allow old white men to dream up these kinds of solutions. Death isn’t pretty. 

Get used to it. 

Our boys overseas aren’t all freedom fighters. They’re killers. 

My best friend from childhood is a mechanic in the Marine Corps. Death is something he meditates on daily. 

There’s nothing beautiful about the world we’ve created in the past two centuries. To quote John Trudell, “The great lie is that it’s called civilization. There’s nothing civilized about it.” 

Since it isn’t changing anytime soon as far as I can see, people need to suck it up and take it. 

Your tax dollars paid for all the piss on that dead human being. If you commission the art, you might as well appreciate it. 

So enjoy. 

Enjoy America the wonderful reality of a piss-soaked system without compassion. 

I say walk away from it all. 

Roll up a joint and smoke it. 

Smoke it hard Winthrop. There’s no sense in wasting it. 

And remember; don’t pee on any dead bodies. 

Shout out to R. Kelly.