|Fifteen Minutes Ago
||March 19, 2003
|RANT #177: Society & Politics
|Fifteen minutes ago, the bombing started.|
I really don't have much to say on the subject, except that my midterm tomorrow suddenly seems infinitely less important.
I also don't have much to say on the subject because there's this weird lump in my throat.
We will cut the Iraquis out of their pesky chains, he said. And the tool we will use is Bombs.
Blast them to freedom! Starve them into deliverance! Let the people of Iraq breathe the free air by blowing in their windows!
Is anybody listening?
The people of Iraq say they don't want to be killed. I've read it, in the news, which isn't the best source, maybe, but it's all I've got. The people say "please don't kill us". They say "I fear for my twelve-year-old daughter". They say, "we're stockpiling food, but we hope we won't need it." It's all quite clear.
But I guess we've made our decision.
Here they come, then, people of Iraq. The bombs and stuff. This North American is profoundly sorry.
I know that's not worth much.
(Stay as safe as you can.)
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