Suidice Bombers and Liberal Inhumanity

On the way in to work today, I heard the news blurb that at least 18 civilians had been killed in a suicide blast outside the United States' largest military base in Afghanistan. Primary reports indicated that the Taliban took credit for the attack, though there was much doubt from investigators that the Taliban could have been aware that Vice President Cheney was inside the base at that time, having made an unannounced trip to Afghanistan.

I parked the car, turned off the radio, and headed for the short walk through the park behind the 200 Market Street building. After getting settled in and organized with my days work, I overheard a woman ask one of my coworkers how he was doing, since he had come in to work so early. His response set my blood boiling: "I'd be doing a lot better if those stupid suicide bombers had got it right. C'mon, they killed all those people who didn't deserve to die and missed the one they should have got."

I make a conscious effort not to fall prey to rhetoric from those who label all liberals as defeatists and underminers of the military and our mission in Iraq (and vice-versa, any who label all conservatives as right-wing neocons). Believing all of what any one person says is a shortcut to being misled and subjected to all sorts of infectious propaganda. But to hear someone I know personally to be more liberal minded make an utterly disgusting statement wishing our Vice President had been killed in that attack completely wiped any doubt about the insanity of left-leaning homosapiens from my mind. I had at one time thought this man to be somewhat informed and logical.

In my mind, tiny thought it is, citizens of the United States of America regardless of political opinion or affiliation have a responsibility to uphold and support their elected President. Since G.W. Bush began his first term, there have been numerous media pieces depicting or describing his assassination. Why is that? Who would even consider themself qualified to make such a damning judgment call -- that the President or Vice President of the United States of America is worthy of assassination?

Of Mice and Men

'Twas a dark and stormy night as we drove into our apartment complex, stopping briefly at the mailbox to find out which billing service will get this month's "Most Annoying" award (looks like Comcast has a substantial lead on Clark Public Utilities). Minute twisters tossed leaves, cigarette butts, and other miscellaneous rubbish in random swirling dances through the path of our not-so-fuel-efficient sedan's headlights. One certain piece caught my eye, and as we pulled forward I noticed that it's pattern didn't change. On closer inspection we learned that the performer was a small field mouse, who seemed oblivious to the fact that a 3,000-pound automobile had driven within two feet of him. Twice.

What was my reaction? That of any red-blooded American male - I wanted to see if I could run it over on the first try. Much to my disappointment, the feral cry of a wild female human... er, the objections of my wife... quickly stifled that barbaric urge. So I tried logic: "something must be wrong, look - he's not running away. Have you ever seen a mouse just run around like that?", all to no avail. I was answered, in the end, that I could "...do whatever you want, but if you kill that thing you'd better not tell me about it."

What a dilemma. Either follow her pleading and leave this obviously disturbed mammal to be devoured by wild street cats - the same ones who roamed our apartment complex urinating on doormats as a form of free speech - or lose hard-earned brownie points by ignoring my wife's objection and killing an innocent and defenseless creature (who, as one co-worker pointed out the next day, could have been "hopped up on rat poison,") and follow my drive to do what another co-worker described as "...God's work...stamping out another piece of vermin." I pulled the car into our parking spot, got out and carried our son up to our apartment door. After seeing them inside, I ran back down the stairs to the still running Nissan, and made myself comfortable behind the wheel. "Well, what do you think?" I asked aloud. Scarcely a second passed when the answer "I bet you can smash him on the first pass, even doing 20." came. With no opposing votes from the house, the binding resolution passed to deafening applause. I turned off the radio - nothing worse than applause to break one's concentration. Looking back today, I still think I did him a favor. I just hope my wife doesn't read this.

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