I love turning people onto the LJ of Lady Sisyphus, which deserves to be read on the level of Tom Tomorrow and such -- my dear Dillweed offers fascinating perspectives on issues concerning religion, homosexuality, and politics. Oftentimes, what with the twice-daily NPR dosing and the blog-reading, I don't feel the need to discuss a lot of the things happening right now. Especially because Dillweed does it just fine for me.
But from her blog, I nabbed this article, and while I knew about the Pentagon no longer reporting the number of wounded, this... This is just inhuman. People are dying, and we don't honor the dead. Soldiers are dying, and their commander-in-chief doesn't attend their funerals. Men and women are dying, and we're... What? Not supposed to think about it?
I'm generally driving to work when NPR does the headlines for the day, and at the top of the hour, there's usually an annoucement of the latest casualties. And every time I hear it, despite how predictable it's become, I think about a soldier with a family, with a past, with no future. I think about the costs of war.
By the time I arrive at work, the anger fades. But the impression remains.