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Tuesday, Nov. 11, 2003 - 7:53 p.m.

Cost of the War in Iraq
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Pretty doggies and Pretty Girls are not always What they Seem

Nice doggies!, copyright 2002, Wench77
You see this adorable sweet face! This is the face of a Shitlicker!!!, yes, not an asskisser, but a real mangeuse de merde! aaagh! Disgusting and puke me up! Today she disappeared behind a tree as we were wandering along behind the arena, and I went back to see... yes, she was eating something... she looks up and has runny shit all over her muzzle. What a fuckin stink! We hightailed it home, with me going BAD BAD BAD the whole way. She was just lickin her lips. So disgusting. And I hate to say (this is going to lose me readers! LOL!)... I think it was human shit, yup... someone had the runs some night and ducked behind the arena. Didnt smell like dog shit i'll tell you that.

Needless to say, I stayed away from her (she was banished outside) for a few hours til she had licked a bit, and then I scrubbed her whole face with soap... ewwww, imagine the drool dangling from those lips and then her shaking her head inside... ewwww again. Now she is cleaned up but she will not kiss me for a week I swear! And to think I worried about her rep when those people thought she was lying in her own piss. That would have been NOTHING compared to this. eeew and double triple ewww.

Has anyone seen the reports accompanying the release of the tell-all book by the Iraq War heroine Jessica Lynch?? She says the US army/media conglomerate both staged and made up most of her miraculous rescue. Apparently they didnt have to tear down or bust through any doors... they opened it and walked in. There were no Iraqui soldiers or commanders at the hospital, and they had apparently attempted to return her to the Americans the previous day, but were shot at. Apparently she didnt shoot valiantly until she had no ammo left before she was captured. She said she did not fire one shot. Not one. She put her hands over her face, went onto her knees and was captured praying. She was not shot, she had some injuries from when their jeep was overtaken (ie broken bones).

She says she cannot deal with having been made out to be this great warrior heroine when she did nothing but get captured and rescued. Brave honest girl.

Here is a quote from the story of her interview with Diane Sawyer:

Asked whether the military's portrayal of the rescue bothers her, Lynch said, "Yeah, it does. It does that they used me as a way to symbolize all this stuff. I mean, yeah, it's wrong … I don't know what they had … or why they filmed it."
But the Bushies needed a nice white girl saves the day heartbreaker heroine story. yup. assholes. People dying left and right and they need to make up stories and heroes. agh. Here's a WorldNetDaily story about the whole shebang from May...Spin behind Jessica Lynch story?

Full moon eclipse, Nov 8, 2003. Copyright 2003, Wench77
Well, I got some more photos from Tom of Vermont, of a costume party they had down there... looks like a gas. I could do with more costume parties and occasions to dress up in different getups. I miss the Funhouse. Actually I miss the old Fetish Café that was the previous incarnation of the Funhouse. Let's hope the renovations will turn it into something a bit closer to a bdsm fetish club and less of a breakfast restaurant look. And let's hope more people will dress up once it reopens. I like dressing up, but lately, if I did, the general attitude was "do you work here?"... ie because the staff were the few besides me who were not in regular bar/street clothes. That sucks. At the old Cafe Fetish, dressing up was deriguer and a total blast.

Tom of Vermont is continuing to press my "not ok" buttons. He described some wonderful woman who he says is a lot like me: highly intelligent in a useful sort of way (?! vs a nonuseful sort of way?), witty, verbally adroit. But then he added that he had spoken to her about me, and she had said "oh, yes, I was like that in my 40's... people couldnt take me for long". OUCH and again OUCH!! Gee, "people can't take me for long". Well, it is the first time someone has said to me "I was like that in my 40's"... usually this is reserved for people who are 40 to say to people in their 20's... "I was like that in my younger days..." Mea Culpa. urk.

I guess I can say "I was like that in my 20's... people couldn't take me for long"... :) deep sigh. I dont know if it is "taking me for long", it is how i interact with them. Some people can take me all day and all week. Because I am not on edge with them, and thus not snarky or defensive or overexplaining or overapologizing. If I feel like I have tons of time, I tend to be quieter too. With ob (yes, people, yet another "with ob" reference!! see why I'm not ready for a new relationship!), I always felt like there would be a "next time" and so even though we sometimes crammed the last days of a visit with a todo list (things like "fuck with the red dick", "play with wax", "eat at the Middle Eastern restaurant"... really not a bad todo list), I always felt there was lots of time to just veg. To sit in a bar and relax. To fall asleep in the middle of a movie. To lounge in bed. And we didnt get on each others' nerves.

So, Mr. Sagittarius Tom of Vermont is just not helping my comfort or vulnerability level. I feel like "cringe cringe", wondering what will come next. (undoubtedly this is what ob felt like in the last month of our relationship when I started pointing out how she was fucking up). Shades of my mother saying on my second day of a trip to visit her from across the country:" When the wench is not around you miss her, but when she is here, you get enough of her pretty quickly". Now I would say, that just means my mother and I don't have very compatible personalities in a way, rather than I am to be rationed out like evaporated cane syrup. A little drop will do ya, a spoonful will make ya gag. No, that is one of the gifts of friends... realizing that there ARE people who like you the way you are. People who actually talk, INSTEAD of me asking them to talk, or waiting for them to talk. People who drop by without an invite. People who laugh at my jokes instead of telling me I'm not funny. "T'es pas drole" tu sais. Yes, the old flame who called me up the other day always made me feel funny. Because we are funny together. We understand how to be funny, bouncing off of each other, because we are compatible in that way. Even if we havent talked for years. We are goofy and it works.

Freezing rain on tomatoes, Nov 2003, copyright 2003, Wench77

Speaking of him, I think that he has gone back to Gaspesie. He said he'd probably call for coffee on Sun or Mon, but didnt. He is that way. We bump into each other on the street, have an impromptu coffee, talking about everything in the world for the next 6 hours (yes it's happened). And he disappears for three years. He calls me up out of the blue from some small town hundreds of miles away. We catch up. He disappears for another 5 years. He shows up to paint my kitchen and start a painting business, and then a month later just doesnt answer the phone anymore. Phone is disconnected 5 months later. He calls me again in a year.

I could never go out with him because he is the sort who appears, disappears, appears, disappears. Like fog on a highway on a clear day. Enjoy it while it's there, have no expectations, and certainly don't count on it. But it is nice to get along with someone just like that and it is always the same and I dont feel like "too much"

I shall now go make my quiche piedough. mmm. later!...

Hah, it is only moments later: 9:10pm
I got stuck listening to an interview with a writer and past soldier, on
CBC Radio One, since it is, after all, Remembrance Day, Nov 11. Here are a few quotes from this man, which struck me enough to write them down:

Re what a soldier is saying to his country when he signs up:
"use me, use my body, tear my legs off if you need to"

When asked if he thinks soldiers think of this when they sign up for the military:
"They are not a thoughtful part of society. That is why they are in the military."

What he thought of the military:
"The troops are sworn to obey, and they do... that's why I dislike it so much"

When questioned about whether it is fair to the soldiers who die in Iraq, that we do not see them brought home, or funerals:
"They're dead so nothing can be fair or unfair to them. It is perhaps unfair to their families."

Turns out the ex-soldier is named Paul Fussell, and he has written a book about his experiences as a WWII infantryman. Here is information from the Tampa Tribune:
THE BOY'S CRUSADE: The American Infantry In Northwestern Europe, 1944-1945. By Paul Fussell. Modern Library. 184 pages. $19.95.

The author of the classic ``The Great War And Modern Memory,'' recalls his experiences as an infantryman in Europe in World War II in an account that is, by turns, horrifying, humorous and haunting. Fussell is not nostalgic about the ``good war.'' He seeks to destroy the mythology of war and reveal its brutal and chaotic realities. Fussell describes the stench of decaying bodies on the battlefield and recalls how German troops, driven insane by seeing their comrades being blown apart by heavy American bombing, killed themselves rather than endure further bombardment.

I think more people should listen to war veterans and less to filmakers and politicians.

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