I haven't said a thing about the upcoming war. I haven't read too much in the newspapers, haven't thought too deeply. And the reason is simply this: I just don't know. I really don't. Bush is as much a warmonger as Hussein. The latter is bad news, but not alone in the world in that respect. This way, that way: I don't know :-(
And if they were a couple of middle-level managers, arguing over their little domains, we'd think not much of it and leave them alone. The posturing and chest-thumping of men who don't know how to be real men: what do we care?
Except, and as a parent, this is the bit that causes tears in my eyes sitting on the train to work: what about the children? Think of your own child, with wide, gorgeous eyes and absolute trust. Think of the sheer sick feeling of dread about not being able to protect him or her: the prospect of 3,000 missiles falling from the sky, bringing death and destruction. Think of him or her ripped apart by a Tomahawk cruise missile. Or then again, think of him or her ripped apart by seeing Dad's dead body after he's been tortured and shot by Hussein's military.
This way, that way: I don't know. I really don't. And either way, I'm going to cry
12:32:15 AM 
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