“A writer’s notebook is not a diary. Writers react. Writers need a place to record these reactions. That’s what a writer’s notebook is for. It gives you a place to write down what makes you angry or sad or amazed, to write down what you noticed and don’t want to forget. A writer’s notebook gives you a place to live like a writer.” - Ralph Fletcher
(Source: The Huffington Post)
2003 found me on a bus to Washington DC—en route to a march to protest the coming Iraq War. To pass the drive, the organizers screened anti-war docs—rough amateur films—on the mini-TVs that were hanging above every third seat. Nervous experts flashed across the screens, openly, publicly defying the policies of the United States government. It was less than two years after 9/11, and these crazy/brave people were calling the President a liar. They were saying Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction. And they were saying Iraq had absolutely nothing to do with 9/11—an absurd suggestion, of course.
These were the dangerous and unpatriotic opinions of the radical left before the Iraq invasion was launched in 2003, and these were the same opinions that would echo across the Mainstream Media—several years later—when everyone else finally realized that the Bush wars were manufactured by liars, that there were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, and that, of course, Iraq had nothing to do with 9/11.
Here’s to Another Stupid Tuesday Gone…finally.