Today is the Fourth Anniversary of the Iraq War. I have been texting random people to share the congratulatory atmosphere. As we head into our fifth year of war, it amazes me how every single one of President Bush's speeches on the progress of the war are the same--"Freedom is on the March," "They hate our liberty," "The Spirit of the American people is liberty," etc, etc. I could write his speeches myself, in one shot, just from rote memorization.
The truth is that this war is nuanced. It is a complicated affair with many, many elements. But I have never heard this administration address that amoung all the flowery pronouncements, like being "greeted as liberators" or this war being a "slam dunk." Let's get that guy the Medal of Freedom. Thanks, George Tenant!
I was against this war from the beginning and remember my deep sense of loss and dread as I sat in my apartment, watching the first bombs rain down on Baghdad. A few years before, my gilfriends and I, all decked in our shimmery, club wear best, put on "Bombs over Baghdad" as we drove to the Miami clubs for a night out. "Bombs over Baghdad" indeed. This catchy tune has gained new life as a metaphor of American involvement in Iraq: girls in a nightclub dancing to the beat while occupying soldiers kick in doors in Iraq.
Happy Fourth Anniversary, War in Iraq.
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