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Help. I Think I'm a Rockstar.

Musings of a former rockstar-in-the-making who sold out to The Man and now collects regular paychecks in corporate America and gets to eat more frequently. Views on music, travel, culture, relaxation, politics, toys, and other general bullshit.




Maybe I'm Missing Something
Tuesday, January 9, 2007



Dear Mr. President,

Maybe I'm missing something. I know that you've been "elected by the people" or whatever, and I know you've access to all kinds of "intelligence" that I can't see. But from where I sit, it looks like we're having a pretty terrible time in Iraq.



From where I sit, it looks like hundreds of thousands of my generational peers are sweating, bleeding, and dying to "liberate" a country that wasn't a threat to us. From where I sit, it looks alot like our nation doesn't want to be there, and their nation hates us more now than before. From where I sit, it really does look like we just hanged the only guy who could keep these people in line, while the man who's responsible for attacking our nation is hanging out somewhere planning his next escapade.

If I'm not insane, if my perception isn't clouded, then how is it, Mr. President, that you think the answer starts with sending 20,000 more of my former classmates, friends, brothers, sisters, cousins, children, parents, etc. to Iraq? And how is it that when the recent congressional election opened your eyes to the fact that we want change, you think THIS is the answer? We want our men and women home. Safe.

Or at least, let's go start finish the job in Afghanistan. Let's find Osama. Let's get the guy who actually got our nation on board with this whole stupid war to begin with.




I'm concerned. Concerned that we've deposed an insane (yet secular) dictator and opened up the "nation" of Iraq to being taken over by religious fanatics. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for religious freedom. But Pat Robertson, James Dobson, and yourself only attack the rest of us with your laws, your amendments, and your judgmental "prayers" in Jesus' name. Radical Islam seeks to physically annihilate us, in Allah's name, no less.

I'm concerned that more than 3000 of our loved ones have met their end in a nation that couldn't possibly have done anything worse to us than raise our gas prices.



But more than anything, Mr. President, I am terrified that we as a nation have trusted our fate to a man who can look the nation in the eye, and defy us.

Maybe I'm just missing something.

Currently listening to Silence.

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posted by Dustin @ 3:05 PM,




1 Comments:

At January 20, 2007 at 12:36 PM, Blogger Char said...

I concur...

 

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