Daily Thanksgiving

Today I am grateful for people with consciences, and the will to follow them.

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.

This is my new baby - the Sony DCR-TRV38. I already love 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.

He also complains because his says that this war is going to cost too much (Bush is asking for about $75B). Since when have liberals placed dollar values on human life? I thought they were supposed to be the caring ones, the defenders of the common man? Nobody cared about the common Iraqi man until Dubya took up this fight.

You'll spend hours here. I guarantee it. Be one with the 80s . . .