Bridge is UP... my feet are up

After experiencing my first "gates open" at the bridge to the downtown port district, I came home and put my feet up since the sofa is finally here. Not exciting for anyone else, but a biggie for me since I had a very uncomfy futon for 15 year prior to this.

Lots of sighing today in my case, thinking of all the poor soldiers in Iraq and all the innocent lives lost by the moment each day with no action yet taken to bring things to a halt. What in hell is the matter with everyone - especially men in general. Why must aggression rule - why must they always reach out and take whatever it is they want with no regard for limb, much less the lives of those they have just taken from? It sure proved true in my personal life...men have by and large drained me into the vestige of myself that now remains.

What remains of the men who do manage to return from this fracas isn't going to be any good for their families frequently - returning from the hell of tropical heat, bugs and diseases. Mentally many will be harmed equal to or perhaps worse than those who returned from Vietnam...and I knew many that did not function after they did get back - ever!

Cindy Sheehan has walked away from her efforts / I still watch the Congress and Senate regularly, albeit not every day. I just cannot stand watching these blowhards blah blah - trying to pass a heinous immigration amnesty bill that would add trillions to our national debt paid on credit - while there is no money here at home for schools, roads, proper care for the Vets - much less the socialized medicine we so deeply need. I'm sick of everything. Good thing the sofa arrived.