Wednesday, March 26, 2003
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
I met my new baby today. Unfortunately, like an adoptive parent who has one more form to sign, I couldn't take my new baby home just yet. But, I held her. I cradled her. I rocked her. I comforted her, told her everything would be alright. I told her, "Daddy's here." I told her I'd be back soon for her. I kissed her on the forehead and sang her to sleep. Then I left, but I'll be back for her.
I work with a guy who I generally respect very much . . . except when it comes to politics, or the war with Iraq. I’m having a hard time with his, and other anti-war types’, attitude about the whole thing. He opposes the war for a few reasons: first, he deplores the loss of life that has, and is going to be, incurred – both Allied and Iraqi life. He says, “American life has no more worth than that of an Iraqi soldier.” Well, I agree completely but what I have a problem with is that he, and others, seemingly had absolutely no regard for Iraqi life before this. He doesn’t care that Saddam Hussein killed political dissidents every day (not to mention soccer players who lose games). He doesn’t seem to care that people are thrown into plastic shredders (the lucky ones go head first) when they don’t agree with Saddam. He doesn’t care that women are raped in front of their children every day. He doesn’t care that people (mostly children) starve to death every day because Saddam uses the money from the sale of Iraqi oil to build himself gold-plated palaces. The anti-war folks don’t seem to care about the “great value of human life” when they don’t have to see it.
Monday, March 24, 2003
You'll spend hours here. I guarantee it. Be one with the 80s . . .there. I said it.| 9:42 PM