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March 29th, 2003

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Saturday, March 29th, 2003 05:59 pm
While out on a rescue mission to the Olympic peninsula I was listening to Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me (the NPR news quiz show). And they had a question referencing a fan club for someone in the Bush administration. Playing along I guessed Colin Powell, and then joked to myself that it better not be Ari Fleischer. To my stark horror the answer was, indeed, The Ari Fleischer Fan Club.

A fan club for Ari-fucking-Fleischer. Christ.

In Bremerton I drove through a good-sized 'support out troops' rally. One guy had a sign that read 'U.N. OUT / IT'S THEM OR US'. There were people dressed as Uncle Sam and far, far too many American flags waving around. Lots of little kids with signs about how they love their soldier daddies. I really do need to get a U.N. flag, even if I would have been far too afraid to show it under those circumstances. Those people were scary.

I can (abstractly) understand supporting the war. But their message was: We support our troops, many of whom are family members to us, so we vehemently reject proposals that they be allowed to return home to us instead of continuing to risk their lives on the other side of the planet. That's just... messed up. How can you begin to argue against something that irrational? I've rarely been so glad that I'm genetically immune to patriotism.