Part of my depression is that I keep things bottled up. I stew over things, I worry about things. Can I control them? Not always. Sometimes I just want to scream, or hit something, or worse.

Things like this: Baghdad Burning: “Iraqis will never forgive this- never. It’s outrageous- it’s genocide and America, with the help and support of Allawi, is responsible. May whoever contributes to this see the sorrow, terror and misery of the people suffering in Falloojeh.”

Read Riverbend’s whole entry. It appears we are (still) practicing the decades old doctrine of “sometimes you have to destroy a town to save it.” I won’t dwell on this here, I have enough depressing or messed up stuff as it is. I abhor what we are doing. We are causing the same circumstances that create terrorism in the first place. And 52% of my own countrymen hate me for thinking that.