Imagine you take the family to visit a hospital in Iraq, the children's wards particularly. You voted to plant thousands of cluster bombs in Falluja, the holy city, the area of the world, the middle east crescent, where Christ was born and walked. You voted funds to make and drop bombs, meant to destroy a battalion of tanks, on schools and hospitals.
This is not suitable for child to see. Which child? The one in the bed, or the one you have by the hand? You have deeded it to both.
You now have your 10 -year- old in the hospital in Iraq, the children's floor. Explain to him and his older sister how the pressure from the concussion from an exploded block buster bomb popped the eyes out of the Iraqi 5 year old's head, the one in the bed. Perhaps the Iraqi nurse will tell how this child came to the hospital holding his eyes in his hands. Explain how these bombs are Weapons of Mass Destruction in other countries but not in ours.
Explain how proud you are of what you have done.
Oh, you mustn't forget to explain how the cluster bombs are made to look like toys for children like your grandchild to pick up, or step on, and that, of the many that do, some live. How many? Tell your kids that we have counted 666,000 dead. That is according to the Johns' Hopkins crew. Your 5 year-old will ask, "Where are its legs." Try telling the truth. Try, "They're in a garbage can." This is REAL history. The truth. The kind your children won't read: Because our newspapers don't publish the truth.
You're slumming. Try another hospital. Your older child will wonder why the children are so thin. Explain that they have nothing to eat. Explain that you voted for that. And be sure to explain how proud you are of what you have done.
How many congresspeople do we have? Imagine, only one of this mob has visited Lebanon. Make this a history lesson. Explain that he came to see what you have done. An act of humanity. Explain that the Iraqi father crying at one of the beds isn't like you. It's okay to blow the legs off his child. Give me a lesson, too. I'd like to know why.
Of course, this isn't real. It's only human. Real is that, of our, how many representatives in Congress? something like 600? Of the whole bunch only Kucinich has visited in Lebanon. Only Dennis is human enough to cry and pray with an Iraqi father at a bed where his child lies without legs, or often with only half of his head. THIS IS REAL. THIS IS THE WORK DONE BY AMERICANS IN CONGRESS. You CONGRESS AND SENATE, STAND PROUD.
I am ashamed.