I'm in sort of a melancholy funk. My spirit's depleted. I really worry too much about war. And the state of the world. I dont' think that's natural. It's one of those feelings you find hard to describe and put into words. The last time I felt this way was the night they first bombed Iraq. I was stupified. Speechless. Left to sort out my emotions and try to make sense of it all. I processed it. Digested what I'd seen and heard. I don't like what's happening In Iraq with so many Iraqis fighting back now and us crossing the line when we bombed a mosque today. All the rationalizing in the world can't spin you out of that one.

It's left me maudlin and blue, spent.

I try to keep actual politics off of this site. It's supposed to be more, raw, first draft, off-the-cuff, real emotions. Nothing more.