In Vino, Veritas

Regarding the post on Ike’s address, we were drinking that night but, in vino veritas. Things become clear and logical and passions ignite when you are drinking. I was not sloshed, Rob was, a bit, but I was clear enough that what I was saying was not word vomit.

Jim commented on the speech pretty much what were were talking about. These Republicans are not Republicans like Ike. They are fascists. Ike understood the Spiderman philosophy of “with great power comes great responsibility.” Just because we have the big guns doesn’t mean we need to use them, especially for oil. What I want to know is just how many more people-not just U.S. soldiers, but people need to die so that we can save a few cents on fuel over here? I want to know what W has not been brought up on treason charges, or at the very least, impeached for going against the Constitution, for breaking his oath. As the catch phrase lately says regarding the impropriety of our former President, when is someone going to perform fellatio on W (other than the Missus, of course) so we can impeach him?

He has squandered our national resources on this ghastly affair. How could people think it would be okay to let a person who ran every business he owned into the ground, be president? Dr. Phil will tellyou that a good indicator of future actions are the past actions. Um…..did I miss something?

My children are going to pay for this because my parents and grandparents (speaking abiguously, as my paretns and grandparents never did anything regarding the state of the world-they never cared enough) got apathetic, and rested on their laurels after being outspoken in the 60’s and 70’s. They did their part to change the world, and then stopped.

I have been involved in protest that made change. I have been in protests that stopped traffic. Dammit, I am tired of this. I am tired of explaining to Grace why more people died each day when we listen to the BBC Worldnews. I am tired of telling her what war is when she asks. I am tired of hearing her say, “Why do soldiers have to fight? Doesn’t the President know that hands are not for hurting?” No, Grace, he doesn’t. He isn’t sending his children over there, he is sending everyone else’s. He doesn’t feel the sting. He flies around playing air cowboy in a flight suit. he is a child and dear daughter, YOU know more about diplomacy that he could ever care to learn about.

So Ike’s farewell address struck a cord in me. Not only are our monetary resources being squandered, so are our souls. So is our future generation, so are those of the people in Iraq. It is not just our soldiers who have died, and it seems that we have all forgotten that Iraqis are people. They are families with little girls asking their mommies why these men are doing these terrible things TO THEM.

War hurts children. That is what Grace’s poster reads. We, as a family, will be protesting each and every Friday at the only intersection in our little town. We hope others will join us. Even if they don’t we will be there. There are little girls in Iraq just like my little girls, who will not sleep safe tonight. Who will say their prayers to Allah, just praying to get through the night without a daddy or a big brother or an uncle or cousin being taken away in the night. That their home won’t be blown up tonight while they sleep. Who are just wanting to get to tomorrow. I bless those little girls tonight as I kiss mine to sleep. Safe and warm, tucked into their beds.

I have more, but I am crying now.