Forgive this entry, the only one I'll make today, for being diffuse and scattered, but that's what it's like today. I haven't felt this miserable and helpless since the Bad Thing happened.
Anyway, I'm off the neo-con watchtower job for a while. Someone else can monitor their endless, horrible stream of bullshit. I've got other things to do. I have enough to worry about with my government lying to me continuously without having to read a bunch of retards who swallow the lie whole and then burp it out into other people's faces. Maybe when the war is over I'll come back to the old job, but for now I'm through.
I'm NOT through watching the news, though, and while I don't begrudge anyone their news blackouts, personally, I think it's kind of a mistake. I feel less good when I'm making myself ignorant, and I'd argue that at a time like this, everyone needs to know what's going on as much as they can (and, more importantly, to scream their heads off about it). The world doesn't stop moving just because it's heading in a direction we don't like.
A lot of things are about to happen. Who knows what? (Though I'd be willing to bet that we're about to "find" some WMD after inspectors with unlimited access and deep expertise could not, just like psychics mysteriously manifest results right after all the skeptics leave the room.) But I'm going to be here, bitching and carping about it. What else can I do?
For my friends who think the same way I do about this grotesque misadventure, stay strong, don't stop asking questions, and be funny, because this is the time we need it. Don't let the soldiers be the only ones on the attack. (I plan on getting back to the funny sometime tomorrow, when my head is on straight again.) For my friends who don't, remember that we're all Americans, and remember what that means -- what that REALLY means.
For the people of Iraq -- well, brace yourselves. For better or for worse, the Yanks are coming. سِلْمذَلِكَ أَنَّ ,نَصَف نَصَفَةذَلِكَ أَنَّلَيْسَ هَدْأَة.