YOu know, I read your post and wondered who Euterpe was.
I just can't get used to my new name. Not only have I confused other people, but myself as well.
Look at me! Look at me! What else could the whole sexy flightsuit, swaggering machismo, self-congratulatory scene have been about but making political hay?
While I have always been opposed to this war, I also was ready to be wrong. I still had some faith that the powers that be knew more, thought more clearly, that I was limited in my ability to understand it all, and that my belief the aftermath would be far worse and more difficult was based on just not knowing enough.
E and I had many, many discussions pre-war about the apparent ignorance of those in charge, the arrogant failure to consider the cultural differences, the tribalism, the history, and the potential damage of barging ahead with so little preparation beyond the shock and awe. (I don't think the shock I felt was what they intended).
This past weekend I saw part of a program (I was in a hotel, have no idea what channel, or what the program was) about a medical unit in Baghdad. It was absolutely horrifying. I hate what we have done and what we have created and I despise the rhetoric that seeks to glorify it. I try to keep quiet about things-- because I believe at this point we need to be working toward a solution and not wasting too much time on recriminations. But sometimes-- well, sometimes, I just get upset.
Hmm-- too much coffee on my first day of vacation? |
