Well, that was fun!---by which I mean, "God, the last couple of days have been a big pool of literal emotional suck, though fortunately I've been belched out again. My patented anti-empathy shield is up and running again, so I am able to get on with my life again. How did that Grateful Dead song go again? "It ain't no use you worrying about those people/You never see those people anyway."
Walk me out in the morning dew, my baby!
I'm still angry, though now not exclusively at the Iraelis. No, now I'm angry with everyone, including myself.
As I said, I need to consider similar events in Iraq that---however I resist it----can be laid right at my own doorstep. Bush may have initiated it; but the rest of us authorized it. We enabled it. Denial doesn't change what is.
That's enough. I'm not going to think about bad things I can't do anything about anymore today. My mom: "Just slam the door on those bad thoughts!" Done.
In the Disquieting Damozel, my thoughts on the struggle between the desire to condemn and my sense that I have no standing to do so.