At first my rage was directed at the people who did this, and the people who directed them. In this I was joined by every American, and most people around the world.
But over time my rage shifted. Unlike most Americans, it did not shift to Saddam Hussein. It shifted, instead, to George W. Bush, to the people around him, and I acted on that rage. I worked for Howard Dean, and I accepted John Kerry.
Then my rage shifted again. For a while I felt rage toward my fellow Americans. I felt that we had let ourselves be duped, that we only supported the war because we weren’t at risk from it, that we had let ourselves be manipulated by our own ignorance.
And then it shifted again. It shifted to the so-called media. It shifted to Wolf Blitzer, to Chris Matthews, to David Ignatius, and to their employers, who insisted that their job was merely to ask questions when in fact their job was to ask knowledgeable questions and call bullshit on non-answers. If you’re just repeating what you’re told, you’re a secretary. I didn’t go to the Medill School of Secretarial Work. I went to a journalism school. And it enraged me that all the people with jobs refused to do them.
But recently my rage has shifted yet again.
Over the last year I have become enraged at the Democratic Party. They promised something they could not deliver.
Give us a majority, they said last year, and we will end this war. But
giving the party a majority did not give the idea of ending the war a majority. And as the year has gone on it has become evident that, for a variety of reasons, some Democrats were even willing to switch sides, then claim their critics were infringing their own "freedom of speech."
And now, my rage extends to the supposed Democratic candidates for President, to Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton.
Both are Senators who could, if they chose, try to lead their party to
a new course on the war, or at least fight hard for one. Neither has.
They make speeches instead. They do fundraisers with big contributors
All this enables more death, more waste of treasure, more
destruction. It will not change the course of Iraq’s history. Iraq is
not going to become a democracy. There are no ponies. Another F.U,
or two, or three, won’t change a thing. It will just leave more men and
women dead, more men and women with broken bodies. There is no honor in
dieing for a lie.
America is now treated by the world the same we treated the Soviet
Union. We’re feared, we’re hated, and our word is distrusted. This is
not George W. Bush’s fault. It’s not 9-11’s fault. It’s not the media’s
fault. It’s not even the Democrats’ fault.
It’s our fault. It’s your fault and my fault. It is the fault of an
entire generation, a so-called baby boom which for the world has been
nothing but a bust. We have no courage. We have no honor. We, and I include myself in this, deserve all the rage our children may later direct at us.