Sunday, May 21, 2006

I don't care either.

Blogging about baby birds and my dogs has been so much easier than blogging about war and politics lately. I've had so much on my plate (who doesn't?), and sometimes what is going on in the world is too depressing to even think about, much less write about. However, that doesn't necessarily mean I've lost the spark. So here we go.

I received the following email from Kelly today. I couldn't have said it better than Doug Patton, the writer (well, the email said the author was Pam Foster, but this said otherwise). Anyway, I would have probably thrown in the f-word a few times, or used un-PC names in place of "terrorists" or "fanatics" or "prisoners". At any rate, here it is. Hope you enjoy it (and this is actually an excerpt; you can see the full article here):

Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001? Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan, across the Potomac from our nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania? Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they?

And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was "desecrated" when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet? Well, I don't. I don't care at all.

I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11.

I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime in Saudi Arabia.

I'll care when Abu Musab al-Zarqawi tells the world he is sorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his gurgling, slashed throat.


I'll care when the cowardly so-called "insurgents" in Iraq come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in mosques.

I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range of their suicide bombs.

I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law instead of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights.

In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave Marine roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't care.

When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who have been humiliated in what amounts to a college hazing incident, rest assured that I don't care.


When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank that I don't care.

When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed "special" food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being "mishandled," you can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts that I don't care.

And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled"Koran" and other times "Quran." Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and- - - you got it, I DON'T CARE!

2 comments:

Nicole said...

Yeah I saw that a while back...my mom forwarded it to me and I really enjoyed it. You can't say it any better than that!

AlliCadem said...

Me, too. I said in a post on my site the other day....

Anyhow, this has been one of my complaints! That we, as Americans, try to 'play by the rules' with fuckers that are SOOO NOT PLAYING BY THE RULES. That we are trying to take the higher ground, all the while being hit below the belt. I would love for us to use that shock and awe to level the desert into a nice piece of Club Med glass. A little harsh? PSHAA. I think a little harsh is hijacking our airplanes and killing thousands of innocent people on our own fucking ground - OH! And did I mention unprovoked? Do I sound bitter? Where are the rest of us that feel this way?

Me, too, Erin. Me too.