Mostly, I ignore what I can't control, but the anniversary of the start of the Iraq War II has me feeling unexpectedly furious. And so are some others, the many of us who have opposed America's military adventures. What this war did was give the lie to all assertions of good intentions toward the world that America claims. Vietnam was an even worse disgrace, and yet that whole era has vanished down the memory hole. Also obliterated are the horrors of the Gulf War. Remember the Highway of Death? No?
How do we propose to put a stop to the destruction if we just say it's all in the past and let's try to do better in the future? Famously, as Faulkner said, “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”
The people responsible for lying us into war are still alive, still showing their faces in the media, still writing op ed pieces, still respected and toadied up to, while opponents and victims continue to be marginalized. We are supposed to be all la la and the American way. And puppies. We all fall into it, because we want good lives, but the destruction is not stopping.
And we are powerless to stop it. Right now drones are flying over Pakistan and men are rotting in Guantanamo. Why is Obama letting this happen? Didn't he promise to put a stop to all this? And now the craven Democrats in Congress are going to let the assault weapons ban die.The fact is that what matters is corporate profits and sucking up the tax money. And being powerful. Never having been powerful, I don't understand the attraction, but the people in Washington and in the board rooms are drunk on it.
Shoving all this aside for the time being, I have my bag packed, and we are on our way to Seattle. The weather looks grim there, but it will be nice to see the family. We are just staying for one day and then will take off Mexico, returning to Seattle afterwards for a longer stay. I hope the old ticker doesn't give me problems. I am certainly feeling and looking a lot better. But I am still in a tricky phase with this and must be careful.