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Happy Birthday, War!
Since the three year anniversary of Mr. Bush’s War passed on Monday, I have been struggling to write and rewrite a post that would adequately convey my feelings on the topic. I gave up when I realized that, as usual, this guy summed up my feelings perfectly, and far more eloquently than I myself could:
But through it all, through your life for the past 1,100 days like an undercurrent of cold black blood, like an unshakable stench deep in your nostrils, like a disturbing stain you simply cannot get off your shirt, our country has been at war. Endless, raw, insidious, interminable.Body bags filling up every single day. Death tolls rising. Hundreds of billions of your tax dollars hurled into a gaping sewer of death and destruction. Thousands of dead American kids, many more on the way. Corruption and scandal and gross war profiteering, Halliburton and the Carlyle Group and Lockheed Martin and the insidious dumbing down of military recruitment standards (because we’re running out of disposable soldiers) to go along with Donald Rumsfeld’s black-eyed sneer. Endless.
The baby is three, and unfortunately, the murderous little bastard can look forward to a long, brutal life. It’s Mr. Bush’s baby, but it’s also ours too. Whether due to fear or gullibility or bloodlust or apathy, we all allowed it to be born, and it’s far, far too late to strangle the little monster in its crib.
