Hot, hot, hot!

It felt a wee bit too hot outside today here in lovely Sacramento. In fact, it was so hot, I felt like this.

But now I'm home and life is much better. Nothing too terribly exciting to report on my end. My thoughts turn towards the middle east, and other current events. I was especially interested in a debate on someone's blog about war photography. This link was cited.

Apparently offense was taken that this photographer did not do anything to warn the soldiers that there was a sniper aiming for them. I was a little torn on the issue.

First, I am not thrilled at the notion of that an American soldier could have died when that bullet reached its destination. Second, I believe war photography is very important for bringing home the realities of war. And the insurgent you see is the enemy. This is one of the challenges our soldiers are up against. Some say it's opportunistic. Perhaps, but it tells a story that we at home cannot possibly see otherwise. It may not tell the whole story, but it captures a moment in the war. The war photographer isn't there to save anyone of course he could if he wanted to. That's a personal choice. But the photographer is not a soldier, and not expected to fight for the cause.

War is hellish. It is the manifestation of opposing sides fueled by a faith and love of their country, but led by imperfect men. It means that our soldier's lives are on the line so that our nation can benefit from the war. I think we wouldn't quite believe that if we didn't see photos like this. I'm trying to figure out how this photographer, a non-US citizen, is more morally repugnant than say, Donald Rumsfeld who sent our troops to invade another country of people who forced to risk their lives for a regime change.

Our soldiers are there to fight; they are trained to fight. War reporters and photographers are trained to tell the story.

And stability is still not the watch word in Afghanistan.

Then we add Israel and Lebanon to the list of nations. Three years after the Iraqi War. Four years after invading Afghanistan.

It's just not easy being a Super power anymore. Especially when other nations are rising to the occasion.

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Well hellooooo Livejournal!

Today wasnt' a bad day. It was busy, though. It went by so fast. I didn't get to the gym like I had hoped. But overall, it was a productive day. I have tomorrow off. I will get some relaxation in.

I'm a dirty old woman, and I'll explain why. There's a guy at work, he works in the Policy Service area. He's a chatty lad. He wants to get into IT so he seeks me out to talk to me whenever he can. Normally I'd find this annoying. But he's blond haired, blue eyed, an ex Marine, and an ice skater. Ladies and any gay men, please pause to reflect on the body of an ice skater. An ex Marine ice skater. I ended up gabbing with him for an hour.

I vaguely remember talking about the IT job market, Microsoft, the north west and who knows what else, but all I can remember seeing were those blue eyes and well sculpted arms. I had an out of body experience as my spirit went to go massage those arms. Good-ness!

And he's married. Why must the universe tease me so? I'm an honest, fair-minded woman. I don't need gorgeous unavailable men to talk my ear off after work.

Today's song of the day

Sixteen military wives
Thirty-two softly focused, brightly-colored eyes
Staring at the natural tan
Of thirty-two gently clenching, wrinkled little hands

Seventeen company men
Out of which only twelve will make it back again
Sergeant sends a letter to five military wives
His tears drip down from ten little eyes

Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can
And America can't say no
And America does
If America says it's so
It's so
And the anchorperson on t.v.
Goes la-di-da-di-da

Fifteen celebrity minds
Leading their fifteen sordid, wretched, checkered lives
Will they find their solution in time?
Using fifteen pristine moderate liberal minds

Eighteen academy chairs
Out of which only seven really even care
Doling out a garland to five celebrity minds
They're humbly taken by surprise

Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can
And America can't say no
And America does
If America says it's so
It's so
And the anchorperson on t.v.
Goes la-di-da-di-da-didi-didi-da
La-di-da-di-da-didi-didi-da

Fourteen cannibal kings
Wondering blithely what the dinner bell will bring
Fifteen celebrity minds
Served in a leafy bed of sixteen military wives

Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can
And America can't say no
And America does
If America says it's so
It's so
And the anchorperson on t.v.
Goes la-di-da-di-da-didi-didi-da
La-di-da-di-da-didi-didi-da