April 28th, 2003

Bama Eyes, Bama Staredown

Nash is Back

Yes, yes, I'm still alive. The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. ::chuckles::

There's lots that went on since last time - a bunch of great dates with lavender_moon, our family getting a new puppy (a bulldog named "Bama"), and so on. Lots of things that y'all missed, but to sum them up things were good in general. As always, there's the ever-present stress of classes and graduating on time and finding summer employment and finding permanent employment afterwards and the like, but otherwise things were good.

Dead Week begins this week here on campus. It's called "Dead Week" because the campus is supposed to be slow and lifeless - none of the classes are allowed to have projects or homework or tests or anything. That way it gives the kids a chance to study before Finals hit, as well as a slight break for a week. That's the theory at least. In reality, the last day of classes is Friday, so *everyone* is desperate to get one more grade in. Students call it "Dead Week" because they would rather be dead. More often than not, I've spent this week pulling consecutive all-nighters with my only break being the walk between one class or project meeting to another.

This year, I've been relatively lucky. I'm taking only one CS class, and the rest are all Math classes of various types. Though that's a very difficult scedule and by no means "easy", Math classes don't have projects or programs or assignments. Some don't even have homework. Though extremely difficult, all you are required to do is show up for the test to get your grade. This is a shock to me. While the tests certainly are difficult (very much so), that is only one day's worth of effort. After that hour is over, the test is done and over with. Unlike CS classes, where you have to spend multiple hours per week programming and attending team meetings and writing technical reports and working on various other projects. Even this year's CS class is one concentrating on algorithm and theory, rather than programming. Long story short, this year's Dead Week for the first time is a breeze. No programs. No projects. No team meetings. No *anything*. I'm very pleased, to say the least. I really needed a break. ::smiles::

That's it for my update/current events post. This week will be spent resting up, studying for Finals, and perhaps watching X2 on Friday. I need to stop and buy a present for Jason's birthday also. Besides that, the rest of the time will be spent packing boxes and getting ready to move back home. I'll probably update later on with more as it develops. ^_^
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Bama Eyes, Bama Staredown

Operation Iraqi Freedom

During my time off, the entire war pretty much happened. Last time I posted on here, we were just about to move into Basara. Well, not much to talk about now since the war is over. Or is there? The other day, we had *another* group of protesters in front of University Mall.

People, give it up already.

The war is over. There's nothing to protest anymore. Saddam is gone, we're working on establishing a new government now, and all that's left to do is police Baghdad and round up the rest of the "Deck of Cards" leaders who keep turning themselves in every day or two. I fully respect people's right to protest. I really do. But there comes a time when you have to put the signs down and get back to work.

In fact, the one strand of hope these protesters keep clinging to is the fact that a very small percentage of the Iraqi population isn't happy with us there. Despite the hundreds of people screaming "U.S.A" and waving American flags and tearing down statues of Saddam, there is (as always) a vocal minority that oppose things. Perhaps the American protesters sympathise with these kindred spirits, I don't know. But let me say just one thing: I'm glad that Iraqi's are in the streets protesting. That, above all else, is proof of our victory and a sign that we were doing the right thing over there. Think about it for a moment....do you think these guys would have marched out into the street and protested against Saddam? You're damn right they wouldn't. Anyone who opposes the dictator gets themselves and their family killed. Now, however, the Iraqi people are free. Among other things, free to speak out. Free to make their voices heard. Free to stand up for what they believe in. I'm glad that people are protesting over there; it proves that the people of Iraq truly are liberated.

As I said earlier, I do not mind protesting in general. Depending on the situation, I'd hit the streets myself if need be to make my voice heard. (Might have to, especially if President Bush isn't included on Alabama's 2004 election ballots). But there's two major things that I don't like about this example of it. First off, people who hate Bush and the War and everything about it, but say "but I support the troops". That's like saying that you are against the Holocaust but you support the Nazis. You can't seperate things just to justify your beliefs. The soldiers are killing Iraqi soldiers. They are waging war on Saddam Hussein's forces. They are the ones pulling the trigger. You cannot say that you are 110% against the war but you support the troops. You cannot "support" the troops without supporting the whole reason that they're there. You might pity them and feel sorry for the ones that are against the war but have to fight. You can respect them for being so brave. But you cannot "support" someone without supporting their cause, what they're doing, and the whole reason they are there in the first place. I support our troops in every sense of the word. It just annoys me that there are so many posers who falsely make the same claim just to be politically correct.

Secondly, and more importantly, our own people are rooting against us. This is *absurd*. One of the guys over at the left-wing news site Salon.com (executive editor Gary Kamiya) admitted that he really wanted things went worse over in Iraq. "I have a confession. I have at times, as the war has unfolded, secretly wished for things to go wrong. Wished for the Iraqis to be more nationalistic, to resist longer. Wished for the Arab world to rise up in rage. Wished for all the things we feared would happen. I'm not alone. A number of serious, intelligent, morally sensitive people who oppose the war have told me they have identical feelings."

First of all, I seriously have to question how "serious" or "intelligent" or "moral" people who think this way are.

I know he's not the only one. Lots of protesters went on and on about how thousands and thousands of lives would be lost on each side, and how the damage was going to be incredible, and how we'd be fighting this war for several months, and so on. In reality, we went over there, got set up, and stormed across the countryside in just no time at all. There was what, 100 casualties on our side and 1,500 or so on theirs? All in all, it went as well as it possibly could have went - only if Saddam himself surrendered before the tanks started moving out would things have went easier.

Thing is, a lot of the protesters are dead wrong, as they assumed the exact opposite would happen. Many of them were secretly rooting *against* the United States, hoping that things would go disastrously. That way, they could laugh at us and say "we told you so" until they were blue in the face. This pisses me off to the max. They would rather have thousands of our brave soldiers DIE, just so they can feel justified? They want US and British soldiers, Iraqi soldiers, and innocent civilians to be killed just so they don't have to be embarassed? (See the "supporting the troops" rant, above). Hoping and wishing that our country would fail miserably is one of the lowest things I can think of. Especially if it's just to soothe yor bruised ego.

War's over now. This'll prolly be my last post on the matter. Just had to get that out of my system, especially after seing protesters *still* bitching about how bad all of this is, as recently as Thursday night. =P
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