Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Don't look

We don't want to look. The worst we have to fear is the random violence like the asshole at the Smith County Courthouse in Tyler. Occasionally, innocents are killed because they found themselves in bad circumstances.

But, it is deaths like these of people whose only violation was to be African or non-Arab. These people - women and children included - are being massacred for being different. It is another ethnic cleansing going on.

But, don't look. We don't want to see it. But, wait, I can't help but look. There, but for the grace of God go I. I thank God that I'm American and born where we don't have to worry about such massacres. But, what can we do? Maybe nothing, maybe alot. I don't know what to do right this minute. I'm torn between caring about the Iraqi people and hoping for a better life for them and throwing my hands in the air in frustration and screaming to bring our men and women home and saying 'screw 'em! let 'em kill each other for all I care' but, I don't really feel that way. I just hate to see sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, husbands and wives killed in senseless bombings simply for trying to do their jobs and help people. Those are the times when I don't want to send help to countries like Sudan. More of our people will die - but then I'm torn. Did the little boy in the pictures here deserve to die. No? Did his brother? His mother? No, but they did and they died horrible deaths. Why? Because they're different. That was their offense. They're different. That is so sad. I may cast judgments out about masses. I may stereotype, but I judge each person individually. I have muslim friends. I have Arab friends. I have atheist friends and friends with every color of skin. I may make characterizations about the ethnicities, nationalities and races overall, but never do I cast aspersions upon individuals. I wish more of us were like that. It is easy for people in Texas to say nasty things about Mexicans. Hell, when I was a kid, I thought the word "Mexican" was a bad word because of the way it came out of my mother's mouth with such distaste that she sounded like she'd spit every time she said it. But, I learned that the Mexican culture is one I admire. They have a hard work ethic, family values and an undying love for children. I think I got off on a tangent here. Anyway. What I'm trying to say is that I don't have an answer for saving these people. I just wish more of the world could learn to love and not hate so easily.


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