While I understand we in this country have the Freedom of Speech, we must also recognize that we have the choice to be respectful and appropriate. As I watch the news reports of war protestors taking to the street, I can’t help but feel pity for these people. These people have taken a partisan stand to oppose the Bush Administration in all that it does. These protestors claim that we are fighting an unjust war killing innocent civilians, when in fact our soldiers are doing everything they can to avoid non-combatant injuries.
In case you had any questions as to why the war in Iraq is just, here is a story from one of the human shields:
A group of American anti-war demonstrators who came to Iraq with Japanese human shield volunteers made it across the border today with 14 hours of uncensored video, all shot without Iraqi government minders present. Kenneth Joseph, a young American pastor with the Assyrian Church of the East, told UPI the trip “had shocked me back to reality.” Some of the Iraqis he interviewed on camera “told me they would commit suicide if American bombing didn’t start. They were willing to see their homes demolished to gain their freedom from Saddam’s bloody tyranny. They convinced me that Saddam was a monster the likes of which the world had not seen since Stalin and Hitler. He and his sons are sick sadists. Their tales of slow torture and killing made me ill, such as people put in a huge shredder for plastic products, feet first so they could hear their screams as bodies got chewed up from foot to head.”
Now here is my request for the day. This is directed at each one of you protestors marching down the streets with signs against the events our military are undertaking in Iraq… I would like each one of you to write a letter to an Iraqi boy or girl, man or woman that is welcoming our soldiers with open arms, praising their arrival, and expressing joy at the ridding of the country of its terrible leader. I want you to include in that letter the expressions you’re giving the reporters as they interview you. Tell them how you want our soldiers to come home and leave them to their famine and disease. Tell them you wished our soldiers had never gone over there to get rid of a madman that oppresses them, steals their food and medical aid. Tell the Iraqi soldier in the bunker, who is only fighting out of fear that Saddam or his sons will brutally torture and rape his family if he doesn’t, whose hands are shaking as he holds the cannon pointed at the U.S. troops, who doesn’t want to fire the shot, but would rather run to the advancing army with open arms and welcome their liberating forces, tell him that you’d rather we didn’t get involved and that he is better off in the bunker for months living on weeks worth of food and clothing he hasn’t changed in a month. Tell him his life is not worth the few dollars in tax burden you’ve had to bear because of the war. Tell him you agreed with France, Germany and Russia, the very countries that have supplied Iraq with chemicals Saddam used on your countrymen in the north. Tell him that the inspections were working. Tell him that while you agree that Saddam is a horrible dictator, a brutal madman, an evil tyrant, tell him that it’s his problem, not ours.
When you’re done with that letter, you worthless protestor, while you’ve got your stationary on your desk, in your plush air-conditioned home in the hills down the street from the nice school and a mile from your comfortable office with a scenic view, while you’ve got your pen in hand, go ahead and fire off another letter to the daughter in New York who will grow up without a daddy because some men who hate our freedom, the very freedom you’re exploiting, chose to murder 3,000 Americans one September morning. Tell her that you oppose our God-fearing, Christ-loving President in his actions to prevent future such attacks because you don’t agree with his policies on the environment and welfare. Tell her that despite not having a father to grow up with, she can join the likes of you to stage “sit ins”, “die ins” and “vomit ins” in the name of liberalism. Tell her that you believe freedom is an inalienable right that springs from the ocean or falls from the sky. Tell her that our military is full of brutal war mongers.
And when she grows up, and studies the history of our country, when she turns to you and asks how did we get such freedom…..
WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU PLAN TO TELL HER?