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Sharpening our wits on the grindstone of Life

Friday, August 19, 2005

“It's Not About Me, It's About The War..."


Courtesy of Dr. Glen Barry,
who's been blogging on site from Crawford, Texas

Cindy Sheehan, the mother who's son was killed in Iraq and camped outside Bush's ranch in Crawford - vowing not to leave until he either talked to her or went back to Washington - is back home in California today. She returned to be with her mother who suffered a stroke, but apparently she will be back in Crawford as soon as she can.

Sheehan has come under repeated attacks lately, and her mother's stroke has encouraged her detractors to make comments about "divine justice" and similar drivel.

Fortunately, her following has grown enough that her supporters are carrying on without her, and this seems to be shaping up as a real movement. What began as an impromptu outing by one grieving mother has turned into a catalyst that has galvanized thousands (on both sides of the issue) into standing up for what they believe in. This has the GOP nervous, as some are saying that dubya should have just talked to her while he had the chance.

Demonstrations are being held across the country to show support for Sheehan. Counter-demonstrations are also being organized, with right wing radio hosts renting buses to bring masses of lemmings to rallies.

But, as Sheehas says, "It's Not About Me, It's About The War...". And if we can get past the rhetoric and into a productive discussion about the war - why we're fighting it, and what we cand do to get out of it - then maybe there'll be a chance for an end to it.

Bonus Material - Pissed Off Patricia of Blondsense has penned a rather poetic account of one of the vigils in her town, Cindy’s Little Candles in Our Darkness. As usual, she's poignant, clever and imaginative. You must read it. I insist.

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