I really do. I loathe it. And I hate to speak of it. There is always unrest, tragedy, war, theivery, murder, child abuse…all of the worst of life and human nature, mixed in with advertising, bias, lies, and fluff. I couldn’t live with people who wanted to turn on CNN in the morning or watch the news at night. I don’t want to be near people who watch shout-fests, or Fox news. I don’t get the paper; the few things about a newspaper I love (most of which I can get in a Sunday NYT) I am willing to give up to miss the nightmares the rest of the thing brings into my home, my life.
Now my President, the one that I worked so hard to elect, is ramping up the next Viet Nam. I’m furious, and I’m saddened. And he is writing our own script as well as his own. I don’t care how bad things are, or how many “terrorists” there are Out There In The Big Scary World, it’s not worth what we are doing, will never be worth it, I want out, dammit, and I want our children home, I want their children safe from us. I am willing to lose a few clumps of people here and there to terrorism in order to not define ourselves as being “at war.” To not ruin more ground, breed new generations of enemies, not bomb, kill, maim, and destroy the hundreds of thousands of innocents just to try to stop the murderous few. I really am furious, and there is, quite simply, nothing I can do. Whatever I could do, I did it. I worked to elect Barack Obama over the foolish and hostile John McCain, who probably would have bombed Iran by now, starting WW3. If electing Barack and a Democratic Congress wasn’t enough, I really, honestly, have no other arrows in my quiver against this atrocity, this waste, this foolish repetition of every other thing like this that has gone before it. What a waste, that’s all I can say, what a waste of our time, money, treasure, blood, and most of all, of our potential.
I get how important Afghanistan is, with its direct access to India, to Pakistan, with its oil road to China. It’s prime territory, sure, but it is not our territory. What the hell did we fight for our own independence for, so that we could become the power that inserts itself into primo territory not our own, ruling by force, taking what doesn’t belong to us? Is this all about oil, as usual? Is that what we are spending our National Guard on, our Army, our Navy, our Marines? Our children’s futures?
I post on this only because I feel that I have no choice, not because I want to. I would be happy to look away from the workings of governments and never look back, but unfortunately, I am responsible for what my country is doing in my name. Thank you, Joe Biden, for the sense you tried to talk into Obama, and damn you, Barack, for not having the courage to say no to more war, for not moving to transform our country into the type of place that doesn’t inspire hatred. Because it strikes me that the best defense against hatred is not to continue to incite it. Obama will have no one, and I mean NO ONE but himself to blame for how this all plays out. And he has just accepted the blood of another however many on his hands, just as he placed it on mine.
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