That it wasn’t the war we protested in the sixties. It was just the draft we didn’t like.
Because if we disliked war we sure as hell should be in the streets today protesting this war — not just Iraq, but our country’s acceptance and support for the destruction of Lebanon — watching while Israel throws the babies out with the bath water and our elected government rushes them more bombs.
Sorry, don’t mind me, it was just the photo of some poor Lebanese grandpa’s infant Sweetie with its head blown off that got to me.
We’re not taking to the streets. People can’t even contemplate our plight. Entering the Dramatic Irony Theatre requires guts. It’s painful watching bad actors like Bush, Rice, The Oil Explainers, etc. mouth lies, when you just know it’s not right. We avert our eyes, straining to focus on our own private drama.
If we only protested the draft in the sixties, we won’t get up on our hind legs until they do something like, well, re-instate the draft.