Making parties, not war

It's Monday morning and my fridge looks like it belongs in a frat house. I had a mega-party on Saturday night (note: mega-party is the translation for 25+ people in your small Paris apartment) and Heineken beers are overtaking the applesauce and brie on every shelf of the fridge. I find myself in the post-party complex: what to do with all the beers that are already cold and therefore un-moveable from their current position for fear of skunking?

We went to Paris Printemps last night, which is a little festival that celebrates spring by selling movie tickets for 3.50. We saw Letters from Iwo Jima, Clint Eastwood's film about WWII from the Japanese's point of view and it was GOOD. There were several parts where we laughed out loud, not because it's a funny film, but because it was just ridiculous seeing hundreds upon hundreds of American boats coming towards this little island, Iwo Jima. It seemed like slaughter and I was pissed that the Japanese government let their guys hang without reinforcements or weapons or even food by the end. And the overwhelming feeling I have, whenever I watch these types of films, is DAMN, WAR IS SO STUPID.

I checked cnn.com when I woke up, as is part of my usual routine, and there was a photo of American soldiers in Iraq on the front page. I just felt this dull sadness for them, that they're living that stuff everyday, and they can't get out of it, they can't go home. It makes me really angry that the government is sending our guys over there for something that has ended up proving to be pointless and ineffective. Whatever the decision-makers spout off, they're not the ones risking their lives everyday, wishing they could be home eating a peanut-butter sandwich instead of in a trench in Iraq.

Sorry for the bitterness... it just seems unfair that I was having a party in Paris on Saturday night and other Americans were spending another long night listening to gun shots and the like.

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