I SHOULDN’T be so happy. After all, I’m a right-wing deathbeast, and the end (or near end) of a war should upset me, because we conservatives lust for war all the time….
Those Iraqis dancing in the streets? That should really piss me off, because I want to oppress them and steal their oil. Why are they even able to dance? I was promised 500,000 murders, yet thus far only 1,000 or so innocents have died.
So why am I so damn happy? I really can’t explain.
Yes, I shouldn’t be so happy, either. After all, I’m a liberal: Heart bleeds. Underbelly soft. Weeps easily.
I should be haranguing any nearby victim about the conspiratorial military-industrial complex grown even more powerful. I should be railing on about the Bush plan to take over the world (or am I supposed to complain about his isolationism? I’m so confused). I should be tsk-tsking that we’re going to find ourselves in another damned quagmire. I should be singing Where have all the flowers gone? damnit. And drinking French wine.
But I feel like dancing with those Iraqis in the streets. I cheer for the gigantic guy with the sledgehammer when he slams the marble plinth and douses Saddam’s picture in gas and set it afire (we liberals call that “acting out,” or perhaps I’m just projecting). Why, I even laughed when Donald Rumseld tried hard not to be smug today.
What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with our world?