I haven't blogged in almost a month. I can't imagine I have any readers left at this point, considering how little I've given them lately. It's okay, I guess, since I have a book deadline to meet, a job to hold down and a family to take care of. We're aiming for July 14 as a due date, so I spend every second I have trying to get this done.
In addition, this morning I woke up sick with the stomach flu, and haven't been able to get out of bed all day. Blogging was not particularly on my agenda. But I'm sick with more than the stomach flu.
It hurt my heart to watch the Dems fold today. We elected them last November on one issue - get us out of the war. Nancy Pelosi promised "No more blank check for Bush!"
What happened today? Blank check for Bush.
My problem is, I see dead people.
Every single day, I see dead people, and read about dead people, and think about dead people. With each passing day, I see more dead people. Dead Americans. Dead Iraqis. Dead soldiers. Dead bystanders. Dead women. Dead children.
Does anyone else?
If they do, I wish they'd act like it.
I'll tell you who doesn't see dead people, though. The Kowboy Koward of Krawford. Swingin' Dick. Halliburton. Blackwater.
What exactly do they see when they look in the mirror? Probably not much. A vampire has no reflection.
