Here’s why I sit out Veterans Day: the Bible couldn’t be clearer—Thou Shall Not Kill. No footnotes, no “except if…” clauses. But our “leaders”? They’ve got a different take on things: they’ll send young people off to do the murdering for a slice of someone else’s land, oil, or power. Fight your own stupid wars, leaders, I mean cowards. If they’d stuck with “love thy neighbor” instead of “invade thy neighbor,” maybe we’d have fewer days of remembrance and more actual peace. So, this Veterans Day, don’t ask me to salute the flag or sing the national anthem. I’m sticking with the original rulebook—God’s law beats man’s every time.

I thought Veteran’s Day is really ridiculous. We should not be bowing down to an idol, flag, or some person conducting a ceremony like it’s sacred or they deserve reverence-worship only belongs to God. And we should not be honouring soldiers that murder. Ridiculous. Ridiculous.

Oh, sure, let’s all give a standing ovation because, apparently, “they died for our freedom of religion.” Right, because they just handed it to us, like a gift we couldn’t possibly have gotten on our own. Funny thing, though—last I checked, that right’s been around longer than any constitution, older than the Declaration, even. Pretty sure it came stamped “God-given,” no human intervention needed. And let’s be real: wars don’t exactly add to the rights pile—they usually take a few away. So, please, spare me the speech about freedom riding in on the back of one kid sent to murder another.