your kid
I'm hoping I'll have time to work on this later, but...

There's another thing that is a spinoff of Cindy Sheehan's protests that annoys me, and it's pervasive.

I hate that the people killed there or serving there are constantly reffered to as "Children", or "Kids".

Yeah, they're somebody's kids. Strom Thrurmond was somebody's kid. I recognize that, at eighteen, they have not realized their full potential as an adult. They are still teenagers, and may be subject to the whims of adolescence. As many people are at 18, or 20, or, sometimes, 25 or 30.

But they are not children. They are well beyond the period where they need their parents to make every decision for them. They do not need to be coddled.

In many ways, they are more adults than many people older than them. They completed basic training. They showed up for deployment. They went out on the run that got them killed, because, for whatever reason, they decided to.

Reffering to them as "Kids" or "Children" is, in my mind, a disgrace. Saying they were "Sent" there, as lambs led to the slaughter, as preschollers are herded into the nap room, is absolutely wrong. It dimishes the sacrifice those people made.

They may be someone's "Children", but they are not Kids. Reffering to them in the diminutive is a ridiculous insult. They are not to be pitied as fools doing what they were told to do because they didn't know better. They are trained, intelligent adults, making the decisions they feel best, and they should be respected as such.


howdy, thanks for stopping by. what you're looking at is the intermittent ramblings of an iraqi vet, college student, goth-poseur, comic book reading, cheesy horror loving, punk listening, right-leaning, tech-obsessed, poorly typing, proudly self-proclaimed geek. occasionally, probably due to these odd combinations, i like to think i have some interesting things to say; this is where they wind up.

"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us...We need the books that affect us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside of us.

ace o spades hq
bargain-basement allahpundit
a small victory
army of mom
babalu blog
beautiful atrocities
being american in t o
belmont club
blame bush!
castle argghhh!
citizen smash
the command post
common sense runs wild
curmudgeonly & skeptical, r
curmudgeonly & skeptical, pg-13
dean's world
drill sergeant rob
exit zero
enjoy every sandwich
feisty repartee
fistful of fortnights
free will
four right wing wacos
ghost of a flea
half the sins of mankind
the hatemonger's quarterly
hog on ice
house of plum
id's cage
ilyka damen
incoherant ramblings
in dc journal
the jawa report
knowledge is power
lileks bleat
the llama butchers
memento moron
the mudville gazette
naked villainy
nerf-coated world
those damned pajama people
professor chaos
professor shade
the protocols of the yuppies of zion
protein wisdom
the queen of all evil
seven inches of sense
shinobi, who is a f'n numbers ninja, yo
tall dark and mathteriouth
the nose on your face
the thearapist
this is class warfare
texas best grok
tim worstall
way off bass

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