Evening blogytes!
Someone from work told me she had heard winter was like a boxer on the ropes flinging his arms out at the other boxer as a last ditch effort. Nothing is closer than the truth today. It was in the 60's earlier this week only to end on Friday with snow. I think we must have gotten at least 5 inches. It took me and Hubby from 9 AM to 1:30PM to clean off our two vehicles, the driveway, and walk way in front of our house. Tomorrow, he will shovel the bank properties and his list of house. He makes about 50 bucks per property. So I guess it good business. Unfortunately, I get to stay home and worry about him on the dangerous icy roads. Thank the deities we got him a vehicle with real time 4WD.
Speaking of Hubby, he is out having the monthly "Poker Night" with the boys from work. It's good for him I think. He never hangs out nor does he have friends to do it with. I spent my evening picking up a bit, having a glass of vodka (totally against my meds! I'm such a rebel), enjoying a nice shower, and reading a bit. I'm off hiatus from Lamb since I finished, My year as an Islam Radical. It was a good read. Kinda slow, but I'm slower when I read non-fiction. It was very interesting especially, if you are into the whole getting into the minds of Islamic extremists. I love different outlooks on it, and the best is not some guy sitting in an office who conducts some weird study without even talking to a Muslim. The best is the people themselves. I guess that's what I miss about Iraq the most is learning from the people I encountered. Muslims are so different from us, yet fundamentally the same.
I think I lean more towards not favoring the ideas of liberals and democrats about Iraq, Muslims, and the Islamic faith/way of life because many of these people talk right out of their asses without ever knowing the nature of what they speak. I met one woman at the bookstore who was a self-proclaimed, "Speaker Against American Imperialism and Barbaric Ways." She came in to get a book on how America entered Iraq to claim the oil and not for Saddam and to help the people. She was very adamant about how wrong we are for disturbing them. She kept asking me how anyone could serve in the military and just hurt people. I told her, they serve because that's their job. If someone is hurt, it was not intentional. Bad things happen there as they do here. She scowled at me. I asked if she had ever spoken to an Iraqi before. She said she had not, but it didn't matter, because she knows that they are just wanting freedom so they can make their own choices and live in peace. I bluntly told here, that she should really speak to one before she defends them. Iraqis in general are self centered. They only thing of the collective good if it will benefit them individual. I know this sounds harsh. You have to understand, these people are tribal. They are not Americans. They do not live by our same beliefs. It bothers me when people attempt to impose American traits and values on a different culture. Trust me, they wouldn't care to help us if they could, and if they occupied our country, a lot worse than blowing up schools and hospitals would happen to us.
Now there are ones (non Muslims mostly) that are more outward focused. Kurds (Muslim), Christians, Jews, Yzidis all who were persecuted under Saddam and his predecessors, are more willing to commit to establish peace. There's a catch. They also want safe haven. At least they don't openly say we're swines! By they way, two of the most awesome guys in the world were Yzidis. They are working with the troops on the ground as translators. Both were my translators. They want to make their way here to the US to study. One wants to finish his Masters in Pharmaceuticals and the other wants to be a soldier. I miss those two. Every blue moon, I get an email from one.
So I've been mulling over how to tell my story. So I came up with a little at a time. So every entry I make, I will have a piece of my trip. I really don't know how long this will take. I guess until I'm done.
Good Night!
An inch of time is an inch of gold:
Treasure it.
--Loy Ching-Yuen
Yokai Kifujin
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