Who's Counting?
Fourteen months ago I wrote:
Now that the death toll from “Operation Iraqi Freedom” has reached one-thousand, maybe the American public will finally begin to sober up . . . and begin to question the competence and policies of those that got them into this mess.
As we continue to “stay the course” the next thousand take their place in line. Who do you think will be the last to die for this mistake? He or she is somewhere out there as we speak. Maybe someone you know.
Well, fourteen months later the next thousand have come home in flag-draped coffins, and another thousand have taken their place in the Bush Mideast meat parade.
Iraqi casualties? Who's counting? As Tommy Franks said, "we don't do body counts."
Fourteen months later we are still asked to "stay the course", even though we now know that "the course" was conceived in lies and deception, charted with fantasy and delusion, and executed with utter ineptitude and incompetence. That this disaster of an administration could still gather a gnat-turd size of support (36% in the polls) is impressive. Hats off to the "base."
In the real world it seems as though a critical mass is finally starting to feel the strain, regardless of what the fair and balanced folks at Fox News or the puppeteers at the Weekly Standard would have you believe. A majority now feels that the country is headed in the wrong direction. Why they didn't feel this way last November remains a mystery, for the little man at the helm of this disaster has been nothing but a walking cardboard cutout his entire life; an empty-headed empty suit with a checkbook. And now, tragically, at his whim, we find ourselves in the most serious foreign policy mess since the Vietnam war.
So here we are, between Iraq and a hard place, like Odysseus between Scylla and Charybdis, and the block-headed commander-in-chief still sticks to his tired, delusional rhetoric—“We will fight the terrorists in Iraq. We will stay in the fight until we have achieved the victory that our brave troops have fought for. The defense of freedom is worth our sacrifice” —and the message is echoed ad nauseum by his acolytes throughout the media. However, unlike the flawed hero of Greek myth, Bush and his arrogant crew, awash in their own hubris, are unable, and unwilling, to resist the lethal song of their own deadly Sirens, and the world suffers.
Perhaps fourteen months from now the three-thousandth flag-draped coffin will be unloaded at some air base in the middle of the night. Contained within will be what's left of someone who died, we hope, for something that he or she believed in. What's tragically ironic is that most of us who supposedly benefit from their sacrifice, a majority now, no longer think that their sacrifice was worth it. For that, the cabal of zealots that occupies the White House deserves nothing but contempt and disdain. We can only hope that the mounting numbers of casualties press heavily against their leaden souls.
But, who's counting?
Now that the death toll from “Operation Iraqi Freedom” has reached one-thousand, maybe the American public will finally begin to sober up . . . and begin to question the competence and policies of those that got them into this mess.
As we continue to “stay the course” the next thousand take their place in line. Who do you think will be the last to die for this mistake? He or she is somewhere out there as we speak. Maybe someone you know.
Well, fourteen months later the next thousand have come home in flag-draped coffins, and another thousand have taken their place in the Bush Mideast meat parade.
Iraqi casualties? Who's counting? As Tommy Franks said, "we don't do body counts."
Fourteen months later we are still asked to "stay the course", even though we now know that "the course" was conceived in lies and deception, charted with fantasy and delusion, and executed with utter ineptitude and incompetence. That this disaster of an administration could still gather a gnat-turd size of support (36% in the polls) is impressive. Hats off to the "base."
In the real world it seems as though a critical mass is finally starting to feel the strain, regardless of what the fair and balanced folks at Fox News or the puppeteers at the Weekly Standard would have you believe. A majority now feels that the country is headed in the wrong direction. Why they didn't feel this way last November remains a mystery, for the little man at the helm of this disaster has been nothing but a walking cardboard cutout his entire life; an empty-headed empty suit with a checkbook. And now, tragically, at his whim, we find ourselves in the most serious foreign policy mess since the Vietnam war.
So here we are, between Iraq and a hard place, like Odysseus between Scylla and Charybdis, and the block-headed commander-in-chief still sticks to his tired, delusional rhetoric—“We will fight the terrorists in Iraq. We will stay in the fight until we have achieved the victory that our brave troops have fought for. The defense of freedom is worth our sacrifice” —and the message is echoed ad nauseum by his acolytes throughout the media. However, unlike the flawed hero of Greek myth, Bush and his arrogant crew, awash in their own hubris, are unable, and unwilling, to resist the lethal song of their own deadly Sirens, and the world suffers.
Perhaps fourteen months from now the three-thousandth flag-draped coffin will be unloaded at some air base in the middle of the night. Contained within will be what's left of someone who died, we hope, for something that he or she believed in. What's tragically ironic is that most of us who supposedly benefit from their sacrifice, a majority now, no longer think that their sacrifice was worth it. For that, the cabal of zealots that occupies the White House deserves nothing but contempt and disdain. We can only hope that the mounting numbers of casualties press heavily against their leaden souls.
But, who's counting?

