Excursion, war
Mar. 31st, 2003 11:43 amWent to Mont St-Michel this weekend with the Smith group. Twas good, we got to explore a medieval fortress as well. Also went to Omaha beach in Normandy. Very foggy, could hardly see ten feet in front of me. Very surreal. A group of us got lost (ha) in the fog, and of course we turned off all our cellphones so M. Bloom was livid when we finally came back, mostly wet and covered with sand and bearing immunerable seashells. Twas good group dynamic there for a little while. Also went to WWII cemetery and I got extremely depressed. The graves just don't seem to end. I am so angry with my president. The French say, how can you visit that place and not be antiwar? But the French have the experience of being occupied. The Americans haven't had a real war on their soil since forever. So they see war as a tool of diplomacy. It is so sad that millions of people had to die for ideology as stupid as the state system. Then the US is all surprised when the Iraqis don't welcome them as liberators, and they only had one battle plan, no backups. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Even I know that the first rule of war is that everything goes wrong from the start and you have to throw your first battleplans out the window. You put the screws to an intelligent psycho like Saddam and he's gonna do everything he can to survive, and he's a smart man, he knows how the Americans work and how to play the system. He analyzed his first defeat and knew he'd be defeated again if he worked in the same way, so he did what anyone with an IQ above 72 (read: anyone except my president and the fools running my nation) would do: he changed his tactics. Jesus Christ. I could have told you that. It's not my job to state the obvious; the military is supposed to be good at these things.
Okay, gonna go now before I get even more pissed off.
Okay, gonna go now before I get even more pissed off.
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Date: 2003-04-01 12:49 am (UTC)no military for pashabird...yay? i think?...
Date: 2003-03-31 02:03 pm (UTC)I got permanently disqualified from military service because my parents had me see a psychologist for a couple months my junior year. Okay, so my scum bag recruiter told me to lie about that, as well as many other things, but like I said, SCUM, so I decided not to. We were supposed to meet Thursday morning to talk about the details of what would be required of me, what my job would be, how long it's training school would be, when I would ship off to basic, all of that. Except it was none of that, once I got to his office he told me I was spending the night at a hotel and the next day getting a military physical. It's not like we hadn't talked on the phone three times that morning so he couldn't have given me a little heads up. At least I had a great roommate at the hotel. She was there for the Army to audition for a spot in the band for cello. That is so cool. By far the best reason I can find to join the military. At the end of the day they decided that, while they would need another doctor's opinion, I'm very likely too blind for military service, so would have to have laser surgery and then come back a year later and try again. So even if I had done all the lying I was supposed to, I might still have not been able to join. And if I had been able to, I would have gone out of my way to keep the recruiter from getting credit for me. Grr, evil guy, I didn't have my cell phone charger.
Re: no military for pashabird...yay? i think?...
Date: 2003-04-01 01:05 am (UTC)part two, civilian round
Date: 2003-03-31 02:22 pm (UTC)And Baby Moo is cute as usual, except last night she started meowing like she was being tortured, really disturbing meow, and then she puked, poor girl. I wanted so much to make her feel better, but they don't make little kitty pepto bismol, and who knows what she decided to turn into a baby snack that caused that. Most likely culprits are cardboard and plastic bags, but who knows. We got her a little kitty harness and leash so we can take her on walks. Aaron tried to take her out the garage when I was at the hotel, bad idea considering she's never seen the garage or outside the garage. Poor girl couldn't stop shaking. Once I got back we had some fun running up the halls though. And she seems to be hating the elevator less too. She's so affectionate when she's out for walks, I guess that's because she knows she can't run and hide, so she might as well enjoy our tummy rubs.
Love you hun! *HUGS*HUGS*HUGS*HUGS*HUGS*
hmmm....
Date: 2003-03-31 10:51 pm (UTC)Re: hmmm....
Date: 2003-04-03 04:16 am (UTC)