Because, yeah. This politically inclined blog of a friend I keep reading, keep reading because I don't agree on anything with her and still believe this must be somehow healthy for me. And most days I know not to say anything, even to myself, because I know I know nothing, but. Now she has Questions for the "anti-war crowd". Who are not answering. (Having comments in your blog might help, girl, but let's not go there.) And. Of course I don't really even count, as I'm not American, and certainly don't represent the whole bunch of us. But. Say, for example.
Why are you comparatively silent about the oppression of religious minorites, gays and women in Muslim countries, when you made such a great cause of Aparteid in South Africa?
1. "Comparatively silent"? WTF? Have you been listening?
and
2. Am I misunderstanding this or is she saying that South Africa should also have been bombed?
Because, you know. As much fun as addressing Have you sold your soul in order to accept anti-Americanism as the first principle in your lives? instead would have been.
(Feel so much better now. Funny, huh?)
Which Sylvia Plath Poem Am I?

by scintilla
And I eat men like air, too.
(Oh Sylvia, my Sylvia. There's something so inherently angsty and 14-year-old about liking her. But I downloaded a bunch of her readings of her own poems the other day, and was promptly floored. Because, damn.)
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Date: 2002-10-13 01:06 pm (UTC)Waah, now you made me all political, and I swore I'd never get political on LJ... (but really. stop reading A. there is a reson she doesn't have comments)