I've avoided talking about anything remotely political for many weeks with the Anybody-but-Busher I work with. It's just not productive; we cross-thread everytime. He thinks the UN is the Pantheon of World Harmony. I see Moss Isley, "...a wretched hive of scum and villainy." He want to wait until we are attacked, "We attacked a sovereign country, they didn't attack us!" What about Bosnia I say? "That was a UN operation..." You see the dilemma. Therapists I've known call it a "yes, but..." mode.
"Yes, but it has just created more terrorists." (It meaning our attack upon Iraq. And from here on forward, when I hear Iraq, I don't think country, but "place run by madman and his Vlad the Impaler sons who killed children in front of their parents for fun. Oh, yes, but they also confessed to certain crimes as well, yes...but. If it was a country, Gilligan was an Island.)
"So, how many has it created? Show me some data. 'Eight hundred terrorists admitted today that all but two of them became crazed killers in defense of Saddamite brutailty. This came as the Americans...' Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Missing the irony, he told me:
"There's no way to know how many."
"Well, then why do you believe it?"
Silence. Silence. "Yes, but..."
"How long, oh Lord, how long?"
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