I've been spending (wa-ay too much) time today reading various news reports about the new Answers In Genesis Museum. In the blog responses to some of these reports I see mostly relief that someone has finally created this museum to tell the truth about Young Earth Creationism. As opposed to…
The imperative phrase is proclaimed on millions of bumper stickers: “Support the Troops.”
Tell me what it means to “support the troops” and then I’ll tell you whether I support the troops. Fair enough? Until you can tell me what the phrase means, asking me whether I “support the troops” is like asking me to sign a blank check. I don’t sign blank checks.
The vague phrase “Support the troops” is a challenge that is not only found on bumper stickers these days. For instance, Bill Arkin of the Washington Post recently wrote about soldiers who are increasingly expressing frustration with the growing opposition to the war back home. Many of the soldiers took it personally. Arkin quotes Staff Sergeant Manuel Sahagun:
One thing I don’t like is when people back home say they support all troops, but they don’t support the war. If they’re going to support us, support us all the way.
Arkin goes so far as to characterize the volunteer troops as “mercenaries,” suggesting that we’d be having an entirely different national discussion if we had a draft. Arkin’s “mercenary” comment quickly caused a firestorm. Overnight, his blog drew more than 900 comments. Arkin also drew the ire of conservatives from coast to coast. Did he fail to “support the troops”?
“Support the troops” is a hopelessly vague phrase; it means different things to different people. For instance, when I am asked whether I support the troops, it could mean any of the following things:
1. Do …
We like to think of Mother’s Day and Father’s Day as days when young children give lots of hugs to their loving parents. We don’t like to consider that these days are also days when thousands of innocent children are beaten by their parents, their anguished cries often not heard outside of their dysfunctional homes. Saddest of all, these children are condemned to be beaten and screamed at by the people they trust most.
In 1988, I was waiting for an elevator at the State office building where I worked as an Assistant Attorney General. Many social workers had their offices in the same building, and several of those social workers were also waiting for an elevator.
All of a sudden, a middle-aged man started yelling at a three-year-old boy, who started crying. The boy weighed about 40 pounds. The man quickly got angrier and started smacking the boy violently with the palm of his hand-maybe it was his fist. Whump! Whump! Whump! The little boy was now breathless and whimpering. Like the other half-dozen people waiting for an elevator, however, I did nothing but stand there horrified. The man cocked his arm back to strike the boy yet again when one of the social workers jumped forward and yelled at the man: “Stop hitting that child!”
With that, the man looked confused, then angry, then more confused, then meek. The social worker further instructed him: “follow me.” The man followed the social worker, presumably to the social worker’s office. …
Just wanted to pass along this link to an article by one of favorite columnists. He goes over the edge some days, but most of the time he is spot on in his rantings! Enjoy -
Michelle Obama, wife of Barack Obama, was recently interviewed by ABC News. She presented Iraq as a domestic issue: "All of our emotional and financial resources… as a country have been totally put into the war. We haven't talked about the domestic issue in about 10 years," she said. "There…