The BBC reports the Iraq war is costing more per month than Vietnam.
“Broken down per person in the US, the cost so far is $277 per person, making the Iraq War the most expensive military effort in the past 60 years,”
I want that money back. Put mine into education. Maybe teaching evolution.
Sure, the cost is a much smaller percentage of the US economy, but I still want that money back.
This is a sad sad state of affairs. Apparently the Bush Administration drastically cut funding for levee improvements in New Orleans so they could pay for the Iraq war. There was plenty of warning that even an ordinary hurricane could devastate New Orleans.
When are they going to be truly called out for this? Will history remember the damage cause by Bush policies, or just the rhetoric?
It looks like homeopathy finally got the study saying it really doesn’t do much. The “science” there never did make any sense to me.
I’m happy to see more of these things debunked so people I know can quit wasting their money on them. I’m sure there are plenty of natural remedies that do help, but I’m not going to swear by them until there is some actual evidence of efficacy. And by evidence I don’t mean a rave review by your friend who stockpiled food and water for y2k.
Lately the ideas in my head have all been emotion and due to my work situation and other such things, I’ve decided they are best kept elsewhere. My Livejournal provides a way to get those things out and choose who can read it.
Maybe I will write more here soon. Having an actual self hosted blog is cooler in the hardcore geek sense. But then, livejournal has some goodness.
Ehh, what ever. I will do what I like for now.
My attitude isn’t horrible any more, I’m pretty sure I can say good things about what is happing around me. Yet I still, too often, wish I could (or maybe would) make a short list of people I ever cared to hear from again. Then Packed my things, and departed for some distant place. Change my phone number, leave no forwarding address, and find a new IM alias. I can’t abandon my email, at least not easily, but that one is easily filtered or ignored.
Then I start over. I choose my friends for those who are supportive. Not those who look for flaws so they can expose them and poke at them. Those who are caring, not those who are critical. My cynicism and attitude drew me to some of these people, but I no longer need or want them.
I would find a new job, and not mix it with my social life. Keep things strictly professional. I would make friends who would treat me as they would like to be treated. Honest, caring, open.
I would leave all this anger behind. This anger doesn’t suit me. Feeling like a victim doesn’t suit me. I’m not sure such obtuse writing suites me either.
