daddy!

“I want my father. Where is my father?” 11-year-old Sajad Kadhim cried out as he lay on the grounds of the hospital, where doctors were treating his burns.

“All I remember was we were shopping. My father was holding my hand and suddenly there was a big explosion. I don’t know where my father is. I want my father,” the boy cried.

37 die as car bomb hits near Iraq shrine

I remember when I was going to City College, a little over 25 years ago, someone spray-painted a message on the side of one of the college buildings: US OUT OF …. and the name of a country. I can’t remember the name of the country. There have been too many.

At the time, I thought it was stupid to paint that on the side of a building. A dumb, hippie left wing radical uninformed sophomoric stunt by some hirsute pothead. Get a job, moron. These days I’ll admit that certain acts of civil disobedience get a lot more respect from me. But I still think graffiti is a poor way to get people’s attention. Back then, we called it anti-establishment. It still gets no respect, in part because it’s virtually impossible to get close enough to tag the correct building, in the right city.

Happily, now we can use a keyboard instead of Krylon. So, for the life-long suffering, just begun, of one Sajad Kadhim, 5th grader of Baghdad:

US OUT OF IRAQ – NOW !!!

IMPEACH BUSH !!!

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