I have never attended a war rally in my life, either for or against. Heaven knows I’ve had lots of opportunities. There have been quite a few wars in my life time. Seems like my country is always fighting somebody. It’s like we have the biggest gun, and a mighty itchy trigger finger. We know that our form of government is the best there is and that our way of life is a whole lot better than yours, and we’re going to prove it to you even if we have have to bomb the hell out of your country and kill the lot of you to do it.
Wow, did I get off on a tangent or what? What was I talking about? Oh, yeah, war rallies. I don’t understand them. A bunch of people walking around shouting and waving signs. Nobody listens, except maybe the television networks. God knows the politicians aren’t listening, and George Bush sure doesn’t give a damn what you think, so what’s the point?
I’m sorry all these young people have to die in Iraq, on both sides. As far as I’m concerned, Bush and Hussein are both assholes. (Is assholes one word or two? Ass holes?) Neither of them has the sense or the decency that God gave a coffee table. If I offend, I apologize, but that is the way I feel. I’m angry, you see. I’m angry that this grudge match between the Bushes and the Husseins has gone this far. I say let’s send them out into the battlefields, then we’ll see how long this war lasts. It’s real easy to carry on a war, so long as you are not the one doing the fighting and the dying.
All this talk about “rules of war.” Rules of war?! The only rule of war is that I have to kill you before you kill me.
I’d best stop before I really say what I’m thinking, huh? I don’t even want to get started on George’s speech in Florida this morning. (He’s a mighty proud man, isn’t he?)
Wow. Three entries in one day. I should call in sick more often.