You see, I was going to respond to a friend’s insightful and well-written commentary about my Batman/Superman post. I was going to point out flaws in her reasoning and demonstrate why she likes Batman because he’s all emotionally fucked up (as opposed to Superman who, as an emotionally balanced character, is far less “sexay”). I was going to have some fun with the whole thing, because it really is all fun. I love making colleagiate level arguments that really boil down to “Superman can kick Batman’s ass!!!“…
But then
U.S. Marines go hungry
And I read the first few lines.
The Iraq war has been the war fought on the cheap _ not enough body armor, not enough armor on vehicles, not enough night vision equipment.
It has been the war in which packages from back home have had to fill some crucial needs.
Now, we have chow call at the Greenwood Credit Union in Warwick, R.I. It’s the latest in home-front intervention. It’s partially in response to the unthinkable image of U.S. Marines approaching Iraqi citizens and asking for food because they do not have enough.
And suddenly, arguing about Batman and Superman didn’t seem all that important anymore.
Sorry, folks. I’d like to entertain you. Maybe another day. Right now, I’m too fucking pissed.