A week ago, my mother, grandmother, sister and I went on a weekend trip to Washington D.C., Arlington, and Alexandria, Virginia. I didn’t want to go, initially, but I thought that it would be a nice change to get out of the house and go do something. My boyfriend was away in Titusville visiting his grandmother before her death, and ultimately, her funeral. The day we left was Saturday, September 28, 2013.

Strange things of a deep gravity have happened since our departure from the nation’s capitol. A man brought a can of gasoline and lit himself on fire in the middle of a park where joggers had their paths, in broad daylight. A woman drove her car into… What are they called…? Those large cylinders in the front of stores like Wal*Mart or Target that prevent people from crashing into the actual store… Whatever they’re called, a woman crashed into one of them, harm intended, and was killed by the secret service. There was a baby in the backseat that could have also been easily killed.

World War II veterans came from all over, using a good amount of money (we’re talking five digits; I think my mom said it was $80,000), stormed through the gates of a monument park…? Something along those lines. But imagine that, old men in their 80s or so, barging through metal fences? Crazy.

I’m scared.

Did I mention the government got shut down? I’m glad my mom isn’t a prison guard anymore or else she’d be ten times more pissed than what she already is. But why is my dear old mother, whom doesn’t even work or keep up with the world, pissed? I’ll be blunt: her son, my brother, went missing.

My brother made Lance Corporal. He’s a PFC in the United States Marine Corpse. Put in the brigs. Why? I am honestly not even sure because we still haven’t been able to get ahold of him. From what my mom’s been telling me, a lot of them in there for… A bad attitude? Hmm. Sounds suspicious, especially at a suspicious time. The only way we know anything is from a fellow Marine friend of my brother who got out of the brigs already. At first, all I knew was that my brother was in the brigs for punching an officer in the face because he tried to stop hazing.

More questions = more confusion.

The message I’m trying to get across is: I’m scared about the hell that our country is coming to. Anyone else? Thoughts? Opinions?


P.S.- I did NO RESEARCH. This is just information I was learning about from my mother and was discussing with her. I may be wrong about some things but please don’t hold it against me. I needed to get this out of my system. Thank you.