This is the story:
The kittens, 3 or 4 of them, are only weeks old, furred but eyes still shut, and, of course, absolutely adorable. The child picks up each one with such care, softly caresses them, kisses them, and then gently places each in a vacuum bag he has laid out on the bed. They're all in the bag now. He seals it and turns on the machine, sending them all into a sweet slumber. I am not outraged by what I see but I notice, playing lowly in the background, is John Lennon's "So this is Christmas" or "War is Over" and a profound sadness moves through me.
If anyone else has noticed the soundtrack to this story they make no mention of it. No, rather, they collectively rage against him with words of outright hate and ideas of violent retribution. Now the outrage begins to move through me, for all this is taking place while the reality of "Shock and Awe", the violent vicious attack brought about by misinformation and deliberate deceit, allowed by ignorance and indifference, and carried out with intent and purpose upon the people of Iraq, was still immediate in the very lives of millions.
Indeed, Obama had thanked the perpetrator of the continuing crimes for his service to country and informed us that he, Obama himself, believed that we should look forward as opposed to backwards. And that was that.
So, the beast changed heads while speaking glorious words of hope and change, proclaimed "Yes we can!" from the pulpit, was awarded the Nobel prize for peace and then continued to wage war upon humanity. The people of the beast soared to the heights of that hope then fell back to a deeper, darker distraction. And that was that.
I still wonder, how many children in Iraq (and many countries since), being bathed in the blood of sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers, were put not-so-gently to sleep by the deafening roar of flesh ripping bombs.
