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Monday, January 31, 2005
A Good Day To Wear Gloves In Iraq
Had I been a potential voter in Iraq yesterday, I would have waited until my neighbor got home and tried Clorox on that purple finger before I, myself, would consider going to the polls. Obviously to me, there are going to be a lot of finger amputations done by the insurgents. It will be a blood bath. Goons will roam the streets , and anyone with a purple finger is going to lose that digit. That's one thought re. yesterday's election. Here's another one: not able to speak Arabic, I have no idea, but I wondered, watching all the celebration, what those people thought you get for voting. I suspect that they'd been lied to. They were acting more like someone who has just seen the Prize Patrol approach the front door, giant check and balloons in hand...than people who had merely registered their little insignificant opinion on paper. Those folks were just way too happy to fit the facts as reported. Journalists kept chirping away re. how courageous the Iraqi people are. Maybe, but I don't think so. They looked more misinformed than brave. Sobbing for joy, dancing for joy, singing for joy, shooting off guns for joy, u-ulating for joy...HHHHMMmmmm. Somewhere down the line we're going to find that all those people thought if you vote, you get to move to America, marry Britney Spears, and live in Hollywood. The reason I think they were promised something they aren't going to get is that here in America where we know precisely what voting is and is not, we all have to be guilted into going and doing it, "Oh," groan, whine, "Alright, alright, I'm GOING! But I don't have to LIKE IT!!"
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