Last Time, Just Like the First Time

My parents went in to the anti-war demonstrations in DC today. They asked if I wanted to go. I said no, partly 'cause I was still half asleep, partly because I have to work this afternoon, and partly because I know that no matter what, guess who's going to take the blame if we "lose" Iraq. Not George W. "Mushroom Cloud" Bush, not Donald "We don't need no steenking equipment" Rumsfield, not Dick "I scare little children" Cheney, not Colin "I sold my integrity for this?" Powell. Nope.

It'll be just like Vietnam. Where all the Republicans spin the blame onto Those Damn Liberals, and the Meddling Politicians (not the Republican ones, of course), and the anti-war demonstrators. 'Cause, y'know, they'll say "We were winning Iraq, until Those Damn Liberals wussed out..."

And what'll happen then? Unless we get some new leadership, the leaders of the nominally "liberal" part will... wuss out and not defend themselves, or attack Bush. Feh.

[edit: In retrospect, I probably should have gone. How'm I supposed to have anything to write about if I don't do anything interesting?]

Death in High Places (23/??)

"That's all you've got?" I asked

"Yes," Doc said.

"What about all the machines? Don't they do anything?"

"Not really. Nomos watches too much CSI. My job's to heal people, I can't do much for the dead."

"Can you tell me anything else?"

Doc shook his head. "Nope. I've done what the Law demands. I need to get back to my real job."

"Alright, I'll be going then."

"If you want answers about death, maybe you should go ask the man himself."

I was shocked. "What, you think Death's a Citizen too?"

Doc shrugged into his coat. "Wouldn't surprise me."