RedHead Confetti

Ten years ago, this week, the invasion of Iraq began. That's a long time, and yet, it was yesterday! It encompasses the entirety of my youngest son's life-- with a year to spare, and yet, I feel like I barely just turned about. We've had close to a billion people born world wide, and I don't know how many die, in that time. Yet, it was really only the barest of eye blinks on the scale of the universe. For some of us, though, it has been a very long, very tough time. I cannot speak for those who have been injured, killed, maimed, raped, assaulted, imprisoned, tortured or harmed by this war. I can't speak for those who have had a different experience than I. I can only speak for myself. I can only tell you how it has impacted me, and mine. I can begin by saying I am deeply, truly sorry. I know that I have blood on my hands, and that I can never wash them clean again. None of us can. I am sorry that I believed Colin Powell. Something in my guts screamed...

I don't watch a lot of television; in fact, I don't have cable or satellite at all, so any television I watch is 1-local or 2- streaming. What I do watch though is hockey on our NBC affiliate; I watch The Rachel Maddow show and Up with Chris Hayes the mornings and afternoons after they air (MSNBC streams their shows on-line). Otherwise I watch the BBC on-line some times, and I love Netflix for the weird indie movies and documentaries. [Two good places to get good docus is Top Documentary Films , and Documentary Heaven , you can stream them.] I watched Chris Hayes' morning show Sunday night, and enjoyed it very much. He said something that made a media shit storm yesterday (Memorial Day). He said that he was uncomfortable calling every single soldier who died in combat a hero. I agree with him. Completely. You can see the text of what he said, here , at HuffPo, and there is the vid, if you want to see him yourself. I think it's interesting because I think it ...