The most devastating conclusion that I reached this morning, however, was that Casey did indeed die for nothing. His precious lifeblood drained out in a country far away from his family who loves him, killed by his own country which is beholden to and run by a war machine that even controls what we think. I have tried ever since he died to make his sacrifice meaningful. Casey died for a country which cares more about who will be the next American Idol than how many people will be killed in the next few months while Democrats and Republicans play politics with human lives. It is so painful to me to know that I bought into this system for so many years and Casey paid the price for that allegiance. I failed my boy and that hurts the most.
I went to Camp Casey the weekend before Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans. It was one of the most seminal experiences of my life. Sheehan organized the anti-war movement when 70% of Americans believed George Bush and his lies. Now, of course, 70% don't, but as Sheehan points out the Democrats in Congress who were elected to stop the war have failed us all in their duty to do so.
And even as she exits, the flying monkeys fling their poo at her.
I hope Cindy Sheehan finds peace.
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