My roommate has been turning the TV to M*A*S*H* and then not paying any attention to it again. The problem is that if I turn it off because I think she's not watching, she wants to know why. I can't tell her that I hate that show because it's whiny, illogical and demeaning to the military--she wouldn't get it. I just want to punch Alan Alda right in his smug, smirky, whiny face.
Then I come to teh Interweb to get away from it all and I see this headline: "Seven More U.S. Troops Die in Iraq." At the risk of sounding callous, whoop-de-doo! Come back when it's seventy. Seven soldiers dying in a combat zone is not news. Tell me what they were trying to accomplish. Tell me what's good that's going on over there. Throw us a bone here, people!
And they wonder why the homefront's morale is low.
UPDATE: I finally read through the entire article and it almost made me sick. The anti-American bias in the second half of the article is almost tangible. The worst part? I had to read it for my job, because it's going to be on the front page of tomorrow's school paper. With any luck the stuff at the end will get chopped off, but it'll probably just end up on the second or third (or worst, the back) page. There's no one I can complain to because A) the people who wrote the article aren't here (and it's a good thing, too), and B) the news editor is such a flaming liberal she'd probably drum me out just for bringing it up. I'll give you an example: remember when I blogged about "Conservative Coming-Out Day" back in September? Well, I was at work the next night and I overheard her talking to one of the reporters about it. She was complaining about the stickers we got (an inverted triangle like the "gay pride" emblem, only with a flag pattern inside it) and wondering if we knew "how offensive" that was. A moment later, she said something to the effect of "They're not coming out in my newsroom!" I turned around and looked at her at this, but she raised her voice for it so I don't think she realized what I was thinking. If I recall correctly, I was thinking something along the lines of "Who died and made you editor-in-chief?" Unfortunately, it's not just her. It's like being part of an underground resistance movement. I feel like a partisan working in the enemy's headquarters. I suppose this is just a taste of what my professional life is going to be like, but I'm not about to change my views just so I don't get death ray glares from my coworkers.
Boy, if they ever found this blog, they'd have a fit. The janitors would be scraping exploded grey matter off the walls for weeks.