A sigh of relief - everything's going to be alright

Well bless us! Qusay and Uday are bulleted to shards and the no. 11 man (or something) is done for. Phew!
I was beginning to think that we might have been foolish to go liberate the Iraqis in the name of freedom and
liberty. But now that Saddam's sons are dead, I guess it was all worth it. I guess I can support our troops now.

Seriously--it takes four months for 148,000 well-trained soldiers with unlimited resources to actually do something
that can be called "progress." The media went nuts today, as they should have. It's a big story. As much as I'm
wry about the whole thing, there's no doubt that it's better for Iraq that the daddy's boys have met their maker.
Today everybody started sounding all optimistic again and we found out that the soldiers' morale is on the
upity-ups. Bush and his cronies called it progress, as did the media, but let's not get carried away! It took troops
in Iraq four months to accomplish anything that anybody has labled as progress, save the Lost Boys out in DC
and their cohorts. Think about it, folks--148,000 men and women, 93% of which are American, and the only time
people think things are looking bright again is after they waste four months to find and kill important people in
the doomed regime.

And I can guess what's next. New polls will show that the majority of Americans will suddenly be optimistic again,
reassured that the whole thing was worth it. Next thing you know, 75% will say they supported the war, and
75% will say that they're hopeful about the whole mess and then 75% will support the Bushies and come election
time Shrub will be elected back to the White House--legally and legitimately this time. People like Ole' Shirl from
two entries away will certainly be stocking up on their Land of the Free, Home of the Brave child labor shirts now
that America's been blessed with freedom following the death of Qusay and Uday.

This is like being in a relationship going to hell. Things are bad and distressing for a few days and nothing happens
but then you exchange a few meaningful words and everything's okay. You don't talk to her for days and days and
then she says that she'll call you back and it's all good. You're bored and queasy of the same old routine but then
you run in the rain and the clouds part. That's exactly what's happening here. [S--!--] stank for months and then
"progress" happens (think about the juxtaposition between the daily killings of American troops and the deaths of
TWO Iraqis that actually have ramifications associated...pretty stark, ain't it?), and we're all back in the Land of the
Free. The victims of 9-11 are looking down on us right now backlit with the rays of heaven smiling. Interesting--
today's shootings in the City Council chambers in my former home, New York City, makes me wonder where the
real threat to Americans lies, and for WHAT reasons.


Chanson du jour: Richie Havens, The Klan