I wish that I could say that I'm outraged by the reports and photos of seemingly murderered in cold blood Iraqi women and children vis a vis SusanG's recent diary. But I'm not. Please don't trollrate me for that; I'm numb from a combination of old age, wisdom and cynicism, but I still have that gut urge that reeks of outrage, medicated by alcohol and survivor's guilt.
So what's the point of this diary? I'll answer: let's avenge these slaughtered Iraqis by practicing what we've been trying to preach and thinking outside the box for once in our collective blog-lives. Want to honor your ancestors? Want to avenge the 2,400+ American BushCo deaths? Want to express your outrage as witnesses to Vietnam Redux?
Here's my solution:
Think outside the box. Your box. I'll think outside mine. I'm thinking about not having that seventh beer and writing a quixotic but heartfelt letter to both my Senators, knowing that it might end up in the cybertrash but hoping that it might make the HitlerYouth who cybercrumples it pause and think about their 18 month old who hasn't got a political point of view. I'm thinking about calling long distance numbers at random, hoping to fool those idiotic NSA computers into thinking that I'm conspiring with Zelda Smith of Waterloo, IA and Raul Vasquez of Nogales, AZ in some sort of an Orwellian algorithm against whatever is currently under suspicion, freethinking would be a good guess. I'm thinking about sending a telegram to Hideki Matsui, star outfielder of the New York Yankees for no other reason than to possibly re-set his brainwiring, after all, he's got to be getting bored of the 'we love the Yankees' or 'we hate the Yankees' telegram equivalents that he's been receiving lately. Who knows? Maybe Matsui will be the catalyst that starts the progressives-amongst-the-pro-athletes snowball rolling.
Why am I advocating all of this stupid shit? Because I'm pissed that the evils (and we all know who they are) let these women and kids be slaughtered, and because since I'm still fucking here, I am obligated to do something/anything, since they no longer can