I will say it, and I'll keep on saying it, till I go hoarse and have to write it out. It's what's right. YOu know what? That's all some of us have left.
I have one advantage and I'll use it: been there, done that, read the Koran and all that. Fuck 'em. This is still what's right.OF course, conservatives don't have any shame when it comes to 'supporting the troops'. Unless you support their positions, you're a commie, pinko, liberal, feminazi, hippie, dyke, whatever. Fine with me. It's got to be said, because people like listening to lies.
I keep remembering the faces of the people I met in Iraq. There was the Box Man, the man who sold inlaid boxes. When he was killed, his brother was like a ghost. There was the cynical informer, who nevertheless tried to save us, and was so badly beaten we took him into US custody even though we couldn't recognize him. There were the women who asked me questions about America, and the little girls who asked me about my headscarf. There were the men who spoke to me about their daughters---and their hopes for them.
I lived in North Minneapolis and we had block parties. One of the regular attendees had six daughters. He fled Saddam to insure their education and safety. I used to sit next to one of them on the bus.
I share your disgust. Let's fight it. Don't give up. Don't give up.
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I have one advantage and I'll use it: been there, done that, read the Koran and all that. Fuck 'em. This is still what's right.OF course, conservatives don't have any shame when it comes to 'supporting the troops'. Unless you support their positions, you're a commie, pinko, liberal, feminazi, hippie, dyke, whatever. Fine with me. It's got to be said, because people like listening to lies.
I keep remembering the faces of the people I met in Iraq. There was the Box Man, the man who sold inlaid boxes. When he was killed, his brother was like a ghost. There was the cynical informer, who nevertheless tried to save us, and was so badly beaten we took him into US custody even though we couldn't recognize him. There were the women who asked me questions about America, and the little girls who asked me about my headscarf. There were the men who spoke to me about their daughters---and their hopes for them.
I lived in North Minneapolis and we had block parties. One of the regular attendees had six daughters. He fled Saddam to insure their education and safety. I used to sit next to one of them on the bus.
I share your disgust. Let's fight it. Don't give up. Don't give up.