Give Peace A Chance?

April 7th, 2003 8:44pm

Look, it is no surprise if you know me, I support the war in Iraq not because I am pro-war or because I don’t want peace. Of course I do, who doesn’t, but I am not naive enough to think we can all live happily ever after with no disaggreements, no poverty, no economic hardships, and no one trying to usurp power.

I believe in our system here in America. It is not perfect; it will not work for everyone, but affords the people of this great nation a freedom which is sacrosanct. I even believe it gives every citizen, Hollywood idiot or not, the absolute right to voice their opinion even if I don’t want to hear it. And trust me I don’t.

I understood the call for peace and non-violent protest before the war. I also repect the rights of those calling for it, but now the fact remains: WE ARE AT WAR. No protest is going to change that. I am not trying to bring anyone over to my side. If you don’t support the war, fine; that is your choice. But I am truly angered by the lack of support for our troops who enlisted in part to defend your right to hold your protest in the first place. I am sickened by images of protestors attacking police, holding cities hostage and most recently, trying to block supplies from being sent to our troops.

If you are for peace, you should also find yourself leading peaceful protests, but if you find yourself resisting arrest or keeping others with just as many rights as you from conducting business, then I expect you to take it like a man (or woman) when the police have to break it up. You know what you went there for and you knew the consequences of your actions, so don’t ask me to feel sorry for you when you force police to break out their riot gear, employ the use of tear gas, and shoot your ignorant asses with rubber bullets. After all, isn’t that what you really wanted in first place when you set out to get your mugs on the evening news?

In the immortal words of Dennis Miller (on Michael Moore), “He’s going to wake up every day for the rest of his life, and he’s going to tell us how he hates everything about this country except his right to hate it. And then we say that we love it and he’s going to tell us what naive sheep we are and that he’s the true patriot because he hates it and he sees all the problems in it. Yeah, right, Mike. You know something, if my yawn got any bigger they’d have to assign it a hurricane name, okay? Michael Moore simultaneously represents everything I detest in a human being and everything I feel obligated to defend in an American. Quite simply, it is that stupid moron’s right to be that utterly, completely wrong”. And last but not least, “If you’re in a peace march and the guy next to you has a sign saying that ‘Bush is Hitler,’ forget the peace thing for a second and beat his ass, because he is not Hitler”.

Holdin’ Out For A Hero

April 4th, 2003 1:33pm

This man’s courage inspired and amazed me. I can never begin to imagine the lengths he went to save a woman he had never even met. Printed here is a copy of the story written by Peter Baker of the Washington Post as it appears on MSNBC.com. This is the kind of person we should all strive to become…

MARINE COMBAT HEADQUARTERS, Iraq, April 3Mohammed, a gregarious 32-year-old Iraqi lawyer, went by the hospital in Nasiriyah one day last week to visit his wife, who worked there as a nurse, when he noticed the ominous presence of security agents.

Curious, he asked around, and a doctor friend told him an American soldier was being held there. Something made him want to go see. The doctor took him to a first-floor emergency wing where he pointed out the soldier through a glass interior window — a young woman lying in a bed, bandaged and covered in a white blanket.

Inside the room with her was an imposing Iraqi man, clad all in black. Mohammed watched as the man slapped the American woman with his open palm, then again with the back of his hand. In that instant, Mohammed recalled today, he resolved to do something. After the man in black left, Mohammed sneaked in to see the young woman.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” he told her. He was going for help.

As he recounted the events today, that decision set in motion one of the most dramatic moments in the first two weeks of the war in Iraq. Five days later, after Mohammed located U.S. Marines and told them what he knew, Black Hawk helicopters swooped in under cover of darkness, touching down next to the six-story hospital, and a team of heavily-armed commandos stormed the building. With hand-scrawled maps from Mohammed and his wife, the commandos quickly found the injured Pfc. Jessica Lynch and spirited her away to safety.

‘MY HEART IS CUT’
Mohamed said he decided to save the 19-year-old soldier because he could not bear to see her beaten in the hospital. “My heart is cut,” he recalled of his reaction when he saw her. “I decided to go to the Americans and tell them about this story.”

Mohammed and his family were flown to this crude desert camp by helicopter today to stay the night before being taken to a refugee center in the southern port city of Umm Qasr. They were allowed to clean up in a makeshift “shower” fashioned out of a giant cardboard box and then given clothes to wear — an MTV shirt for Mohammed’s wife, Iman, and an oversized military T-shirt for his 6-year-old daughter. When Mohammed mentioned that he would love an American flag, the Marines rushed to find one.

“He’s sort of an inspiration to all of us,” said Lt. Col. Rick Long, who hosted the family in his trailer for a dinner of Meals Ready to Eat tonight.

If not for his help, the Marines said, they might never have been able to rescue Lynch. “The information was dead-on,” said Col. Bill Durrett, who was helping process their refugee status to keep them safe from reprisals.

Lynch was part of a convoy from the Army’s 507th Ordnance Maintenance Company that made a wrong turn at the city of Nasiriyah on the banks of the Euphrates River on March 23 when it was ambushed by Iraqi paramilitary fighters. The U.S. invasion force was being attacked by Saddam’s Fedayeen, a militia formed by President Saddam Hussein’s son Uday.

Several of the soldiers were killed in the attack, and Lynch returned fire, according to the account given by U.S. officials. Lynch’s family said today that she was not shot or stabbed, as early intelligence reports had indicated. Five soldiers were captured in the attack, while seven are still listed as missing in action.

In a German hospital, Lynch underwent back surgery today to repair a fracture that was pinching a nerve. She is suffering two broken legs and a broken arm. She spoke by telephone with her parents in Palestine, W. Va.

LONGED FOR SADDAM’S FALL
Mohammed, whose last name is being withheld at the request of the Marines, set off the chain of events that led to Lynch’s rescue. . Mohammed was born in Najaf, a holy city to Shiite Muslims like him. He displays an easy smile and is quick to say “welcome.” He studied law and a little English in Basra in southeastern Iraq and became an attorney. He and his wife did what they could to make a decent life for themselves and their daughter; they had a house and a Russian-made car. But, as Mohammed told it, they longed for the day Hussein would fall.

So when he saw some Fedayeen in the hospital, he concluded they were up to no good. He said he knew some of them personally. Asked about them, he simply shook his head. “Very bad,” he said, switching back and forth from English to Arabic. “Very, very, very, very bad. There’s no kindness in my heart for them.” Mohammed recalled that, after the war began, he watched them drag a dead woman’s body through the street, apparently killed because she waved at a U.S. helicopter.

When he first saw Lynch that day, he said the Iraqis were talking about amputating her leg, which had been injured during or after the attack. Mohammed said he urged his doctor friend to stop the amputation. When he went in to see Lynch, he said, she mistook him for a doctor.

“A person is a human being regardless of nationality,” he explained today. “Believe me, I love Americans.”

The same day he saw Lynch he said in an account vouched for by the Marines, Mohammed set out by foot to find the Americans. The Marines had been trying to secure a route on the eastern side of Nasiriyah to keep critical supply convoys flowing over a pair of bridges that took them across the Euphrates. Mohammed said he walked six miles out of the town center before he came across some Marines.

He said he approached them with his hands raised.

“What do you want?” a Marine asked.

“I have important information about woman soldier in hospital,” he replied.

Mohammed was taking a chance, not only in defying Iraqi authorities but in approaching the Marines. Saddam’s Fedayeen and their allies had been dressing in civilian clothes to get close to U.S. troops, sometimes even faking surrender, only to open fire at short range. U.S. troops have also fired on civilians at checkpoints.

But with the mention of a woman soldier, Mohammed got the Marines’ attention, and he was quickly ushered in to talk with officers who began grilling him about the hospital and the soldier inside. At the same time, Mohammed instructed his wife to go stay with their family — and none too soon. That night, friends told him later, the Fedayeen showed up at his house and ransacked the place, searching for something.

It was not enough to simply tell the Americans that one of their own was at Saddam Hospital. Twice over the next two days, he said, they sent him back to the hospital to gather more information. Just to get to the hospital was perilous, he said, because of the U.S. bombs that seemed to be falling all around Nasiriyah. Once in the hospital, he had to make sure he was not spotted by anyone who would inform on him to the Fedayeen.

As he skulked around, he counted the number of Fedayeen at the hospital, until he came to 41. He noted that four guards in civilian clothes stood watch at Lynch’s first-floor room armed with Kalashnikov assault rifles and radios. He traced routes through the building that commandos could use. He tried to learn what he could about the operations center they set up at the hospital on the first day of the war.

FIVE HAND-DRAWN MAPS
After returning to the Marine base, he drew out five maps by hand, and his wife, who was brought there, drew one, too. The military planners took the scraps of paper and got to work.

In the end, a Special Operations force of Navy SEALs, Army Rangers and Air Force personnel swooped in early Wednesday morning, while Marines staged a fake offensive elsewhere around Nasiriyah to distract attention of the Fedayeen and their allies. It was one of the few times an American prisoner of war has been successfully rescued in the last half century.

Mohammed has given up the life he knew to help a woman he met only briefly. He and his family came to this Marine base with nothing but the clothes they were wearing and a blanket. But Mohammed smiled broadly and happily talked about his role. He expressed no doubts about his decision.

“She would not have lived,” he said simply. “It was very important.”

He knew the risks, he said. “I am afraid not for me. I am afraid about my daughter and my wife,” he said, turning to them sitting quietly next to him. “Because I love much.”

Mohammed wants to work with the Americans some more, maybe help them gather information elsewhere in Iraq. His wife could help treat injured soldiers, he offered. Maybe he will go to America. But eventually, he said, he wants to return home.

“In the future when Saddam Hussein is down,” he said, “I will go back to Nasiriyah.” He said he would not worry then about the Fedayeen. “When Saddam Hussein goes down, I’m sure they will go away.”

© 2003 The Washington Post Company

The Few, The Proud

April 3rd, 2003 12:19pm

When I see our men and women in uniform, I see my brother, my father, my uncles and aunts-all those in my family who have served our country with honor. Now I will see my nephew as well. A young man like no other-strong, confident, special. He is more like my little brother (who’s not so little any more) than my nephew. He was born just before my 9th birthday and grew up alongside me. As long as I can remember he has been telling me one day he would grow up and join the Marines (adding further proof to the theory that Marines are born and not made). Now he has decided to put that long ago plan into action.

Sure I worry about him, but I was going to do that any way, and neither one of us would get very far if we lived our lives afraid. I won’t embarrass him with the details of his childhood. Although, I do have some pretty good blackmail photos (hint, hint), but I did want to take this moment to tell him and all of you how very proud I am of him. He has come so far; he still has a lot to learn, but don’t we all. I hope I will always have a place in his life because he means the world to me, but I also know there comes a time when you have to let go and let a boy face the world and come back a man.

So many of our soldiers are going through this transition as we speak. I also want to acknowledge the sacrifice they have made for us, for our freedom and our country. It doesn’t matter if you agree with the current war or not, what matters is, we never forget the men and women who give their lives and their freedom in defense of ours. May we always remember those who have the courage to dedicate themselves to the service of our nation. They are the heroes in times of war and in times of peace that put our needs above their own. Tonight, when you go home safe and sound and lay your head down to sleep, just for a second, forget about all the problems you have, and think of them, maybe then in that brief moment your problems won’t seem so big anymore.

May God bless all those who serve our country wherever they may sleep tonight.

For information on donating a care package to our Marines overseas, visit http://www.USOCARES.org or click here to read more in the USMC Press Release.

Life In The Circus

April 2nd, 2003 5:11pm

So, Jennifer Garner and Scott Foley are splitsville? I can’t say I am surprised. What Hollywood marriage ends happily ever after any way? The closest thing to a modern day Romeo and Juliet we’ve seen since Olivia Hussey and Leonard Whiting is Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston’s fairy tale wedding, and they are reportedly on the outs over differing opinions about the current war (he’s for it, she’s against). Then there is Julia Roberts who finally settled down after breaking many hearts, only to allegedly have problems keeping her man from playing in the other sandbox.

I used to think I wanted the Hollywood life, at least the fame part, but it definitely isn’t all it is cracked up to be. Sure you have lots of money and all the possessions your heart desires, but your ups and downs are played out on tv, and you sacrifice all sense of normalcy for the trappings of fame. Most stars end up claiming they don’t want any part of it once they achieve it, so why do we crave it any way? Because we all want to be immortal.

Take a closer look; celebs are so artificial, incapable of forming their own opinions and sticking to them. They spend so much time trying to convince themselves (and us) they haven’t changed, but honestly, how can you not change? Your priorities shift, your world view gets skewed, everyone wants something from you, and you have more money and people at your disposal than you ever could have possibly imagined. Maybe they are just too blind to see the changes in themselves, but the difference is there. Trust me, “Jenny from the Block” has lost touch with the reality of the street.

I don’t want to see my favorite celebrities fail, but you can’t help it; it is human nature. We are all drawn to them like train wrecks. We are deer caught in the spotlight of fame. The problem is, we create their falls. We build them up so high there is no way any one could live up to our expectations, but they start to believe in our adulation. Sooner or later, the moment passes and we move on to the next big thing, forcing celebs seeking the spotlight to do bigger and more outlandish things to stay on top. Eventually what rose like a meteor falls to earth with a thud. If we are lucky, we catch a glimpse of them on the way down-maybe it is for a laugh or a True Hollywood Story, but mostly we forget, this is their lives not some movie script. We delight in their pain, or in some cases weep with them, all the time forgetting, these are not our friends. They are players on a stage who let us into their lives for a brief moment in time, and let us watch the ultimate “un-reality” show, their bizarre trip under the big top of the mass media circus.

Great News!

December 11th, 2002 3:02pm

For those of you in San Francisco or for those who just love visiting there (like me), Musee Mechanique will be re-opening at its new home on December 20, 2002. If you ever have the opportunity, please make sure and visit them; you will be glad you did. For more information, please visit their new website.

In case you don’t remember, Musee Mechanique is the treasure I first heard about on the local NPR affiliate here in Cleveland and then had the pleasure of visiting this summer while on vacation in California (if you would like to read my previous comments, click here for the link). Anyway, it is a great way to reconnect with our past and have lots of fun while doing it. Even if you can’t go to San Francisco, be sure and take the virtual tour; it is certainly not as much fun as actually being there, but it will connect you with an experience unlike any other.

Ben and J-Lo

November 11th, 2002 5:49pm

The Engagement from hell.

Third Time’s A Charm

November 11th, 2002 5:48pm

Am I the only one who just doesn’t care about Ben and J-Lo? I feel like society expects me to be on the edge of my seat holding my breath to see when the grand nuptials will be, when all I really want to do is hold on to the toilet while I puke. She is not even divorced yet and everyone is waiting with anticipation for wedding number three. Don’t get me wrong I do wish them the best; in fact I think they are perfect for each other. After all, she does find him “brilliantly smart”. On a scale if one to ten for most annoying couple, I’d have to rank them a 15 (the previous leaders in this category were Brad Pitt and Gwyneth Paltrow; they scored a 14.5).

Believe it or not, once, I actually liked Jennifer Lopez, the actress that is. This newfound J-Lo personality has got to go. Why would you give yourself a moniker that immediately brings to mind the slimy red squishy stuff they feed you in school cafeterias and hospitals? I can’t understand it; it baffles the mind. Her diva act is completely over-rated. I’ll grant you she’s hot, but she is also a colossal pain in the ass. I can’t wait for her number to be up. She is clearly on the path to self-destruction if she is finding inspiration from the “intelligent” musings of the aforementioned Affleck. Some one please introduce her to an English major; hell, even an NBA player. You can’t understand most of them because they never got out of the second grade, but next to smaffleck they look like brain surgeons.

I’ll admit to lusting after Ben Affleck; then, he opened his mouth. Every time you hear him speak, I swear, he sucks out your brain cells. Don’t believe me, watch a 10-minute interview with him and then try to carry on a conversation. I guarantee he’s lowered your IQ at least a dozen points. Personally, I am surprised he could find his way home, much less all the way to California by himself. I wonder if he manages to get lost on sets. Maybe they pay some poor schmuck to point him in the right direction and change his diapers.

Sadly, I actually know people who are counting down to “the very special episode” of Primetime Live this Wednesday because Diane Sawyer is going to “make” J-Lo spill the beans on how Ben proposed. If I were her, I’d make up a story because he’s probably too drunk to remember any way. What do I know; it was probably the most romantic thing ever. Thank goodness I have to wash my cat on Wednesday, so I just won’t have to time to tune in. Be sure to let me know what happens (preferably after the divorce).

Please God, Let It Be Next Wednesday

November 1st, 2002 11:58am

I’ve had it. I can’t watch one more political commercial; they are all so full of shit, it is ridiculous. This one did this, that one did that. When will it all end? I beg you, please, give us a break!

I believe we should all go out and vote. Our ability to take part in shaping the system is paramount, and I do believe there are good candidates out there. Unfortunately, we allow any one with enough money to place an ad on tv. I don’t even care that much about the candidates’ reputations, but I do care about a constant barrage of ads all day long ruining my otherwise blissful television viewing. Even the news is playing the ads, just in case you didn’t see them every 30 seconds during primetime, they make sure you get the recap. Honestly, how much of this can you stand? Constant accusations and rebuttals- it’s mind numbing. The worst part is, any group can make an ad for a candidate, even without their knowledge, and say whatever they want. It makes no difference as long as they have cash. The rest of us get to sit back and be force fed garbage all day long.

You used to be able to switch to cable to escape the madness. Now, even the cable companies are carrying the advertisements. There is no escape, you either have to crawl under a rock for the next week, or tape everything you want to watch and edit out the commercials. Just think, if things are this great now, I bet you can hardly wait for the next sickening display surrounding our 2004 presidential election. On your mark…get set…start holding your breath…right…NOW.

Where There’s A Will…

October 30th, 2002 11:43am

Clearly, we have reached the apocalypse.

I admit, I occasionally watch “reality tv” shows. You can’t help yourself; they are so pathetic, it is almost funny. ALMOST. I will even admit to briefly checking out The Anna Nicole Show, but ABC has far surpassed the usual smut by announcing plans for their newest reality tv series.

The show is called The Will and centers around a wealthy benefactor whose heirs systematically vote each other out based on competitions for pieces of the estate, and the last one standing inherits it all. Of course, he or she will have to wait for the old guy to croak first (no, I don’t know the benefactor is male, but I am having difficulty imagining a sweet little old granny participating in this charade. Who knows, I could be wrong).

For this heartwarming addition to network television, we owe a debt of gratitude to Mike Fleiss, creator of The Bachelor (as if that show isn’t revolting enough). At least it is as much fun as standing back and watching a train wreck. And in the end they get what they deserve, heartbreak and STD’s.

Sadly, people will tune in to see these morons fighting over their family wealth. Is it just me, or has Jerry Springer been providing this type of quality entertainment for years? Personally, I am hoping my good friend Anna Nicole gets wind of the “eligible” heir willing to leave his fortune up for grabs and swoops in for the kill. Now that would be tv worth watching.

If you think your family has what it takes to be part of the next great reality series, visit www.thewilltv.com and register for your chance to go down in infamy.

For Women Only?

September 6th, 2002 4:38pm

Oh please. You know, I am so sick of stupid products marketed to women. I want to be treated right and occasionally pampered, but I don’t give a rat’s ass if my toothpaste tastes like cinnamon and vanilla. Actually, I’d prefer if it didn’t. The geniuses at Proctor and Gamble have decided there aren’t enough health and beauty aids marketed to women, so they’ve chosen to market a toothpaste for women only. It claims to have rejuvenating properties to keep your teeth looking younger and healthier. As a special bonus, it comes in a shiny silver box. For god’s sake, why don’t they go all the way and put Alpha-Hydrox in there?

In our search for the fountain of youth, women have turned into complete morons, willing to buy any product promising to make us look younger. Personally, I just want fresh breath. If you can give me that, I’ll buy your product. I don’t need any post-menopausal, new age, I feel your pain kind of toothpaste. The makers of this new Crest product feel it will create a sense of urgency in women making them want to brush more often. There’s only two things that can give you a sense of urgency regarding brushing your teeth, and it isn’t cinnamon and vanilla flavoring; it’s seriously bad breath and the prospect of a date. Put whatever you want in there, use Botox for all I care, but it is time for us to face facts, no toothpaste can make up for dental neglect. Take care of your teeth and in most cases, they will take care of you. It all comes down to good oral hygiene, not who has the prettiest package.