Just an Average Day in Baghdad

Recently I heard George Bush lament in an interview that one of the problems he has to deal with, along with all those watching TV, is only seeing the “car bomb” in news stories from Iraq. There is never any news showing a normal life.

I guess like John McCain taking a leisurely morning stroll through an open market in Baghdad; wearing a kevlar vest, surrounded by an armored contingent of Marines, and hovered over by Apache helicopters.

Yeah, normal like that.

That it doesn’t occur to George Bush that is exactly what people are doing up until the moment the car bomb explodes – just trying to pursue a normal life.

Only now so many bombs have gone off, so many lives have been shattered, so many bodies have been left to rot in the streets, that pursuing a “normal life” has lost all meaning.

And here we sit, lamenting all this ugly violence on TV.

Perhaps we should change the channel, go back to American Idol, and not miss a chance to cast a vote for the next pop idol.

On the other hand, maybe we should consider what the foreign policy pursued in our name has done and what it means for each one of us.

In an attempt to exploit fear, Bush warns that leaving Iraq is an open invitation for the terrorists to follow us back to our own shores, looking for the women and children – the innocent – to kill.

We fail to see that the horror of Iraq has already arrived; in shattered families, broken bodies, disturbed minds, body bags, and bankrupt leadership. The consequences of war are not contained within the battlefield, and the terror has already arrived, slipping past us in the dark night of the soul of a nation that has lost its way.

The emperor has no clothes, and it is time that we awakened to the truth.

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