3 posts tagged “war”

Nope, not the steroid cream, instead I mean the Clear card appearing in the SF Chronicle Technology section. For just one hundred dollars you can cut through security at the airport if you have the Clear card. The Chronicle neglected to print anywhere that this was an advertisement.

It's so over that it's over.

"“Every gun that's made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and not clothed. This world in arms...is spending the genius of its scientists, the sweat of its laborers,” Dwight Eisenhower.

The Blue Angels will be practicing over the skies of San Francisco today, Friday, October 5, 2007. I am impressed with them and their show. However, the noise of F-18s scare me a tiny bit. I can only imagine what it must be like to listen to them seventy times a day, nor experience the rest of their capabilities.

Please, I ask must first ask forgiveness me as I'm certainly trivializing the pain and suffering caused by the Global War on Terror that individuals touched by this War have endured.

Before Iraq, and leading up to the invasion of Afghanistan, I was reminded of a statistic. There are forty miles of operable train tracks in Afghanistan (at the time). The people who've lived in the Khyber Pass have repelled the Roman Legion to the Soviets. And I also remembered the day the bombing in Afghanistan began my neighbor said, "We will install a President, and he will be well-known as "the Mayor of Kabul."

I'm old enough to remember watching Viet Nam on TV (not old enough to get what I was seeing), old enough to recall bombings of Cambodia, Laos, Nicaragua, El Salvador, Somalia. I'm old enough to be aghast at learning about the internment of Japanese American citizens. I actually couldn't believe it.

I'm old enough to remember getting my letter to register for the draft and my mom saying, "Nope. You ain't going."

I'm old enough to have a fifteen year old nephew. He's not going. Because it's over.

I'm old enough to see a man get tazed for asking a question, while his colleagues do little if anything.

Again, I wish to cause no further pain or suffering on the people that this war has hurt.

WarIsover