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March 20, 2003

Thanks to everyone for the nice comments in yesterday’s post.

Wednesday night: Basically, I laid there in awe, frozen by the unfolding events.

One part of me wishes things didn’t have to come to this.
One part of me hopes ‘we’ are doing the right thing.
One part of me hopes ‘he’ is doing the right thing.
(Bush better be doing the right thing.)
One part of me feels like the Iraqi regime needs to be ousted.
A bigger part of me feels like our regime needs to be ousted.
One part of me feels like this should have been done long ago.
One part of me wants to sell my car and ride my bike instead.
One part of me feels we are gonna get “what we’ve had coming for a long, long time.”
A giant part of me can’t fathom the uncertainty in our near future.

I’m thankful for the protesters who believe in peaceful resistance.
I’m thankful for the folks on the corner who are supporting our troops.
I’m thankful I have the choice to agree, disagree or not give a fuck.

Patriotism? Optimism? Pessimism? Capitalism? Totalitarianism?

Lots of ‘nisms out there.

I think the voices of our nation are starting to be heard, refined, loud and clear. From all sides of the conflict. Hopefully, it is a good thing–overall–for the spirit of the country.

I get excited for the next chance to vote. I plan on voting, I plan on recruiting others to do so too. I feel like the vast, disenchanted sea of voices who usually don’t care, who are often overlooked, will be heard, coming out in numbers as defining citizens with a choice. George Bush…you pampered, privileged prodigal son…your days are numbered. You won’t squeek by next time.

I’m watchin’ the news, I’m reading the websites and blogs…from all angles…everything…from slick, cinematic mainstream sources to cynical watchdogs to human weblogs inside Iraq. I just want to “know.”

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Thank you to our troops who are out there doing their jobs. I’d like to think they are upholding our values, in a world that gets smaller every day. Not just “the elitist” values of “our” regime, (…fuckin’ Cheney’s slimy, greedy regime of corporate stockholders) but, the values of common folk who get to live in a free society.

Liberation? I hope so. Hope. My hope is that Iraqis will be able to enjoy the freedom I get to enjoy.

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