Deepak Chopra again writes the sober, dismal truth in his blog entry Caught Between a Surge and a Hard Place. He's not the only one, of course. His just happens to be the blog I read today. You know, another plain speaking truth-teller that the Powers-that-be aren't listening to. Or Mr. & Ms America either from the looks of it, or else there'd be some clamoring going on.
I listen to the news coming out of Congress ... or rather the news that's not coming out (unless you want to count the constant stream of slowly rising hot air as news) and feel as though I'm experiencing theater of the absurd. I seriously ask myself if Samuel Beckett or Eugène Ionesco wrote the non-script that emanates daily from the Senate and House.
5 helicopters downed in 2 weeks...a British soldier killed and his comrades wounded by friendly fire...the Deputy Minister of Health arrested...billion of dollars in cash vanished...refugees pouring out of Iraq...
Give the President's plan a chance... Don't cut off funds for the troops...how fast or slow a draw-down... capping the number of troops...ultimatums to the Maliki government...blah...blah...blah...
And the Senate could not even bring a modest resolution against the President's surge to a vote on Monday. Heck, "resolution" isn't even a word in their vocabulary. I'm convinced that all the country's senators and all the country's representatives couldn't resolve a 2nd grade math problem.
As Chopra says:
This country paid a price in lives for a huge moral wrong: destroying Iraqi society, releasing age-old demons, and killing civilians on a scale that could be 100 times greater than the losses we have suffered.
We blundered. Period. Why can't we ever admit to being wrong, let alone to having lost?
What's wrong with our national psyche that we can't say "We were wrong?"
Why can't we admit to having done wrong and turn our attention to helping the survivors?