Dragonflies, Butterflies & Lady Bugs

You What?!

Apparently it is a day for my grief as a mother to be stirred. I've been watching Cindy Sheehan's protest with some interest, wondering if Bush will actually have the balls to see a mother whose child has died in his war. Today he had the gall to say this: It breaks my heart to think about a family weeping over the loss of a loved one. I understand the anguish that some feel about the death that takes place.

Mother. Fucker. You understand? Excuse me, but unless I've missed some important piece of reporting, you most certainly do not understand the anguish. You do not understand what it is like to lie in bed at night and know you will never again hug your child, never hear them laugh, never see them smile, never hear them say, "I love you." You think your headspace understanding of what it is to lose a child means a fucking thing?! Please. And let's not forget that in this case your order -- your LIE -- is the reason this particular mother will never see her son again. Oh yeah, I know. You can send reports to the newspapers about how Sheehan's son was never in Iraq, that he died in training to go there -- as if that somehow made it excusable and maybe even his fault? I know that there is a risk involved with the military when you sign up. I get it. But could you at least have the fucking decency to actually speak personally to a mother who's child has died? And can you fucking shut your mouth about how you understand? Because you don't -- you can't. And as much as I despise you, as insulted as I am as a mother who has lost a child, I hope you never do.

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