Journalists, editors, wusses say "Yowzuh massuh! We work for YOU, not the soldiers or their families."
Complaints of being treated like 9-11 families
A White House spokesman said Bush has not attended any memorials or funerals for soldiers killed in action during his presidency as his predecessors had done, although he has met with families of fallen soldiers and has marked the loss of soldiers in Memorial Day and Sept. 11, 2001, remembrances.
Umm...what would Jesus do? What would any decent human being who has caused a death do? How many is it now? How many notches?
OK, so it pisses some of you off that I would say such a thing. But is saying it any worse than the action which precipitated my response? Ponder the math. Weigh your anger at a mere handful of words. Then calculate how much worse it is to send hundreds of sons and daughters to their death. And not a happy death either. A life of horror then a death.
We need to call a truce. Bring home all who are not there purely voluntarily. Forego the pipedream of salvation in the form of profits. Lives are infinitely more valuable. As the old saying goes: "Until a man can create a flea, does he dare kill a man."
Retreat, as the Chinese ancients knew, is not surrender. Retreat is probably something being overlooked, as it may appear less than macho. Yet brains trump braun. Use your head. Use your heart. Allow the world to heal this damaged place, and these damaged people.
If you do this...you will not have to gag the media and engender distrust or disgust among your fellow human beings. We are all such human beings, and we all die. But we all needn't die having killed.
If you do this, you can accept the hugs from family members and soldiers alike who celebrate your newfound wisdom.
The world is tired of the dying, the killing. Weary. And even though you may think it is better to be feared than loved, God is the only one who should be feared, and she would much prefer love. Much rarer. And a helluva lot more fun.
Give up on your fear-mongering. Become a love mongrel. Pretend it is the 60s, and get on the right side this time. What did those Beatles albums ever do to you, anyway?
Change! Change! Change!
But isn't this really a story about the media?