Where we had no excuse to be....................

A few days ago, the US-Iraqi war came quietly to an end.  At least it was quiet for about 24 hours and then the predators began pouncing.  We had called for this day for years.  Bush had lied to get us in there and now the Republicans certainly didn't want us out.  Too many pockets were lined, too many fortunes were made and now, of course, it could get their arch enemy re-elected.  One of their excuses was that too many lives were lost for us leave (evidently we had not yet reached our quota!).  Concerning the last item, they are right.  But for the long-time dream of a puppet bureaucrat to be a wartime president no matter what, those lives would not have been lost.  But for a nation which measures patriotism by the sound of marching and the sight of uniforms, the US wouldn't have been there at all.  According to my sources, $800 billion dollars were spent and we face ourselves each day with the knowledge that 48 million of our people are 'food insecure' and that 40 + million of our nation are without medical insurance which can wreck finances and cause home foreclosures if you have the smallest of medical catastrophes.  Even with medical insurance, we are far from safe.  With the high jobless rate, most of our citizens are at risk to become and are becoming the homeless, hungry hordes which seems to be acceptable to the Tea Party and many of the Republican frontrunners.  That party has not once tried to put together a jobs package, and has even gone so far to say that joblessness is the fault of the jobless.
    So now the rest of the world knows our true character.  Our country cares more about waging war than about providing basic necessities including jobs to our people.  Our country cares more about waging wars than to take steps to safegard the planet and more about waging war than to tackle population issues, and food supply issues and water issues and ad infinitum.  As we sow.............................
     Not long ago, I happened to be at a gathering in which a very old man walked through and greeted many community people that he knew.  He was 94 and was a World War II veteran.  One in the group greeted him and then began telling the old man about a book he had recently read on World War II, thinking of course that the old man would reminisce and be grateful for the memories.  Instead, the tall, thin old man looked him straight in the eye, interrupted the gratuitous comments and said 'It was a rich man's war."  The younger man looked shocked and started to talk again about how it was righteous and had to be done and the old man once again repeated, louder this time "It was a rich man's war", and walked on. 
     Enough said.