Spring Break
Mother's Day
Renee Roman Nose
Issue date: 5/12/08 Section: Forum
Yesterday many people celebrated with their mothers, a day recognized by our nation to respect those who have brought us into the world, those who raised us, those who have nurtured us along our path and pushed us to reach for our dreams.
There are many people who weren't able to celebrate with their mothers, for whatever reason, personal choice, family conflict, mothers who have passed on.
Many of those who weren't able to be with their mothers are soldiers.
They are serving in an unpopular war. Serving for an unpopular president at a time when the majority of our citizens do not seem to really care about what is happening in Iraq and in Afghanistan.
We don't have to sacrifice anything like our parents and grandparents had to do for previous wars. The only thing that we are worried about is gas prices rising even more.
Every time I see magazines at the checkout stands focusing on fashion, celebrities such as Britney, Lindsay, etc. Where are the magazines promoting those who are protecting our freedoms?
Where are the news stories that tell us about the hopes and dreams of the thousands of men and women who have died in our current conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan?
The display in the library quad is both poignant and disturbing. Flags are placed in the grass, each white flag representing at least 5 dead Iraqis, each red flag representing the more than four thousand American soldiers who have paid the ultimate price for our voting folly.
There was a virtual sea of white flags, bordered by the scarlet of those whose courage led them to serve our country, making the ultimate sacrifice for each one of us.
We elected a man who ran against peace and prosperity and that is what we are now reaping. We allowed him to convince us that Sadaam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction, in spite of the fact that he had intelligence that proved otherwise. We believed the big lie.
We believed in the emperor's new clothes.
There are many people who weren't able to celebrate with their mothers, for whatever reason, personal choice, family conflict, mothers who have passed on.
Many of those who weren't able to be with their mothers are soldiers.
They are serving in an unpopular war. Serving for an unpopular president at a time when the majority of our citizens do not seem to really care about what is happening in Iraq and in Afghanistan.
We don't have to sacrifice anything like our parents and grandparents had to do for previous wars. The only thing that we are worried about is gas prices rising even more.
Every time I see magazines at the checkout stands focusing on fashion, celebrities such as Britney, Lindsay, etc. Where are the magazines promoting those who are protecting our freedoms?
Where are the news stories that tell us about the hopes and dreams of the thousands of men and women who have died in our current conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan?
The display in the library quad is both poignant and disturbing. Flags are placed in the grass, each white flag representing at least 5 dead Iraqis, each red flag representing the more than four thousand American soldiers who have paid the ultimate price for our voting folly.
There was a virtual sea of white flags, bordered by the scarlet of those whose courage led them to serve our country, making the ultimate sacrifice for each one of us.
We elected a man who ran against peace and prosperity and that is what we are now reaping. We allowed him to convince us that Sadaam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction, in spite of the fact that he had intelligence that proved otherwise. We believed the big lie.
We believed in the emperor's new clothes.
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Brett Nunley
posted 5/12/08 @ 2:02 PM PST
Seriously, I can't believe George Bush had the chutzpah to attend his daughter's wedding! He should be in a flak and kevlar fighting along side our men just like Bill Clinton did in Somalia. (Continued…)
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