The "Why" Behind My Political Opinion

I can't deal with the concept of Congressional sly tactics and funding coercion deciding how well supplied my friends are in a combat zone.

I've got 3 guys who I consider my triumvirate. They've gotten me through a hell of a lot. One's at Camp Taji right now, 20 miles away from Baghdad, and I cried Sunday night. One's still in Tuscaloosa, but is pretty sure that Afghanistan, Iraq, some part of the Sandbox is in his future. Thank god the third has no interest in being in the military.

I want him to come home, and I don't want any more of my friends going over there. However, HOWEVER, for as long as I have someone I care about stuck in the fucking sandbox, I'm not going to handle well the idea of his funding being cut.

I came up with a pretty good analogy for it Sunday, when I was being emotional about it. It's like when my black cat Salem died and I knew it was a red pickup truck that hit her, so I had to restrain myself from getting out the Louisville Slugger and bashing in the windshields of every red pickup in the neighborhood.