…and I am proud to be!
Why? Because I oppose war.
Two letters in the Lufkin Daily News recently caught my attention. The first, by a guy named Scot Skipper, was one I could agree with, mostly. He wrote about the need to honor soldiers who gave their best efforts for the nation. I can go with that. He also wrote that the way Vietnam Vets were treated was horrible. I agree.
But then he blew it.
Skipper wrote this: “I saw a T-shirt today which said, ‘I’m opposed to the next war.’ What a moron.” He followed up with this: “What if Iran nuked us, would you still be opposed?”
Of course I would. Buddha said you can’t get rid of hate with more hate.
Then there was the letter by a guy named Larry Winthrop. Winthrop took issue with the numbers I gave in the last letter to the editor. “Only 100,000” have died in the war, he said. ONLY?! Then he spends a long time telling the wonderful happenings in Iraq and how we have helped rebuild and restore the country. All this restoration was because of what? Maybe that little war? And I’m a moron?
(See the Letter to the Lufkin Daily News updates at right, dated 060109.)
The letter arrived today. Now Lufkin has yet another reason to scream at the liberal crazy guy. View the letter update here: And The War Goes On.
My wife and I had a little “discussion” today. She, like almost ever other American, sees the war the same way the military sees homosexuality: don’t ask/don’t tell. The reality of war is far from her mind. I don’t know how to get her to understand. I don’t know how to get the rest of America to understand the horrors of war.
A little over a week ago my wife and I did something we have not done for many years. Seven years, in fact. We went on a little trip all by ourselves. It was great. We had a good time and grew our relationship.
My wife, as usual, wanted to shop. We spent some time in a mall west of Houston. When we left the mall we went in search of a grocery store to get some snacks. Waiting to turn under a freeway I saw a man with a sign: “I’m Old, I’m Ugly, and I’m Hungry.” He looked pretty ragged. I took a few bucks from my bill fold and gave it to him. As usual, all my money was in the bank so I didn’t have much cash. I wanted to give more.
Leaving the man behind I drove half a block to a massive super HEB grocery. It was a huge store, the largest HEB I’ve seen. The amount of food in that store and the incredible variety and the price of most of it made me very guilty. What a contrast, a man probably my age in ragged clothes begging for money half a block from a store with enough food to feed a whole community for weeks full of shoppers spending hundreds of dollars for expensive wines, fancy cheeses, foreign delicacies, and so much more. There’s just no equity in this world. Life is not fair.
I am working on a re-write of my book The Lies, The Truth, The Way. When I finish that I’m going to write a short book called Buddha is not God… and other things Christians need to know. Those are top priorities. But they are yesterday’s projects. I have to decide what I am going to do next. Where shall I put my effort?