Actually, It’s All About Us

The other night we watched a documentary about Iraq’s descent into chaos and warfare caused by poor decisions made by the US.  It was called No End In Sight.  Although it was thought provoking, I am not one to think something is factual just because it’s in a movie.  I try to be very level headed about one person’s opinion of what is the truth.  That being said, the movie did push some buttons and I highly recommend it.

 This is from the movie website: “NO END IN SIGHT is a jaw-dropping, insider’s tale of wholesale incompetence, recklessness and venality. Based on over 200 hours of footage, the film provides a candid retelling of the events following the fall of Baghdad in 2003 by high ranking officials such as former Deputy Secretary of State Richard Armitage, Ambassador Barbara Bodine (in charge of Baghdad during the Spring of 2003), Lawrence Wilkerson, former Chief of Staff to Colin Powell, and General Jay Garner (in charge of the occupation of Iraq through May 2003) as well as Iraqi civilians, American soldiers, and prominent analysts.”

The trailer:

The film highlighted how George and his buddies basically dismantled the entire Iraqi government and army without doing anything to fill that void.  In creating such a situation of total chaos, the whole country has fallen apart.  It’s still falling apart!  Hundreds of people are being kidnapped and murdered every day.  There is hardly any water or electricity.  An entire country full of people who already didn’t like us now loathe us. 

And I’m spooning in my comfy bed with my man and a purring kitty.

Argh!!  How could I be so insensitive?  There’s a fucking war going on and I’m sitting here blogging about how it’s all about me and in reality, it’s not.  It’s all about us. 

How can you have a war on terror anyway?  Can anyone actually win such a war?  That’s like having a war on bad taste.

So many people ask; Where are the protest songs?  Where is the anti-war activity of the American youth?  How are we going to end this war?  Well, I know exactly how to end it–reinstate the draft and start rationing.  Tell the American people that they have to give up their iPhone because with a few minor tweaks, it’s a homing device for a missile.  Tell families that it’s manditory to start shipping their eighteen-year-olds off to deathcamp bootcamp to become trained killers.  That’ll piss people off and then maybe they’ll put down the clicker and do something about it.  Maybe they’ll get mad because someone is rattling their cage.  Is anybody picketing the war?  No, they’re pickteing the fucking studios over the writer’s strike.  Yeah, that’s important.  God forbid something would effect the TV.

The problem with this current war is that no one here in America is without.  Everyone knows there’s a war going on but nobody sees the result of it.  Hardly anybody has to confront or deal with neighborhood kids being shipped away only to return in a plastic bag missing an arm.

Now for us, living here near Fort Huachuca, we see it.  Ray and I worked with this woman who’s fiance’s son was in the Army.  We heard countless stories of the boy’s heroic work in Iraq on the Global War on Terror.  Then we heard that he had been killed.  I don’t even think he was 20.  I can’t express what it did to me to see on the front page, a full color photo of that woman and her fiance crying in front of his dead son’s casket.  Now their wedding is off.  They split up.  Dad decided to re-enlist and go after the people who got his son.  I’m just waiting to see him come back in a box to be put to rest next to his kid.  Doesn’t that sound peachy?

I’ll admit that at first, I gave Mr Bush a pretty fair chance but he is so inarticulate and dense, that with each word spewing out of his mouth, my level of disgust rises off the charts.  After seeing this film, I am in Code Red on my Bush-O-Meter.  The guy just has to go.  I think if a politician really wants to win the White House they should adopt my campaign slogan:  “Vote for me.  I’m not George.”