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drei.zwanzig
Mar. 20th, 2003 10:22 amGood political drama that's actually about something--namely, The West Wing--was replaced last night by bad political reality that isn't about anything at all. Everything on television is about as useful as an NFL pre-game show. So I don't really feel qualified to have an opinion, or that there's anything to have an opinion about, yet.
At least, concerning the specifics of the war. I still know what I've always known: this war is bad on so many levels. It's not about "liberating Iraq," it's about oil and about finishing what Bush's dad started (he had a reason, Iraq had done something then). Most of our usual allies think this is a bad idea; the UN refused to condone it. Arab countries have yet anohter reason to hate us, besides that whole favoring-Israel-even-though-they're-occupying-Palestine thing...and the being-infidels thing. And are we really defying UN resolutions to prove that it's bad to defy UN resolutions?
America is a great country, and as such has great responsibility. I think we're being very irresponsible.
But now people will die and have died. This is no intellectual debate anymore, this is reality--as much as it doens't seem like it.
I was in third grade during "the first Gulf war" (I've heard it called that for weeks now, but I guess it's actually a legitimate name now). I barely remember it. My brother had a poster from Time or something, with little graphics of how many troops and what kind of missles we had, something like that. My mom and I were listening to the radio once and she told me history was being made and I was around to see it. When the war ended they told everyone to wear red, white and blue to school. That's about all I remember of that war. I don't think I understood any of it. But that doesn't mean I want a sequel, now that I know all too well--and yet never well enough--what is going on.
In local news, there is much banging and crashing downstairs thanks to the fact that we're apparently getting carpet, at least in the living room and dining room, today. Our bedroom has to wait until Tuesday, I think. You never notice how nice and civilized a thing carpet is until a water pipe bursts when everyone's on spring break and your landlord finds a waterfall in your dining room when he comes to check on your house.
At least, concerning the specifics of the war. I still know what I've always known: this war is bad on so many levels. It's not about "liberating Iraq," it's about oil and about finishing what Bush's dad started (he had a reason, Iraq had done something then). Most of our usual allies think this is a bad idea; the UN refused to condone it. Arab countries have yet anohter reason to hate us, besides that whole favoring-Israel-even-though-they're-occupying-Palestine thing...and the being-infidels thing. And are we really defying UN resolutions to prove that it's bad to defy UN resolutions?
America is a great country, and as such has great responsibility. I think we're being very irresponsible.
But now people will die and have died. This is no intellectual debate anymore, this is reality--as much as it doens't seem like it.
I was in third grade during "the first Gulf war" (I've heard it called that for weeks now, but I guess it's actually a legitimate name now). I barely remember it. My brother had a poster from Time or something, with little graphics of how many troops and what kind of missles we had, something like that. My mom and I were listening to the radio once and she told me history was being made and I was around to see it. When the war ended they told everyone to wear red, white and blue to school. That's about all I remember of that war. I don't think I understood any of it. But that doesn't mean I want a sequel, now that I know all too well--and yet never well enough--what is going on.
In local news, there is much banging and crashing downstairs thanks to the fact that we're apparently getting carpet, at least in the living room and dining room, today. Our bedroom has to wait until Tuesday, I think. You never notice how nice and civilized a thing carpet is until a water pipe bursts when everyone's on spring break and your landlord finds a waterfall in your dining room when he comes to check on your house.