Posts Tagged ‘Iraq’

This makes the third time in a row tonight that I’ve listened to Coldplay‘s single “Violet Hill,” which preceded their latest title track, “Viva la Vida.”

And after reading the lyrics, I’m reminded of the plot in the 2003 movie Cold Mountain.  Two lovers meet and share one kiss before he leaves for war, only to come back for a few days to see his lover before dying, long enough to make love and carry on his family name.

How depressing.  It still lingers with me after 5 years.

“Violet Hill” bears the same story.  Bury me in honor/When I’m dead and hit the ground/A love back home unfolds… If you love me, why’d you let me go?

He doesn’t want to be fighting; he’d rather be home, with his love… I don’t want to be a soldier/Who the captain of some sinking ship/Would stow, far below…

It makes me wonder how many men fighting in Iraq feel the same way.  I know it’s a touchy subject with most, but it saddens me to think some men may be fighting against their own will, stripped away from those they love, die, and never know what could’ve been.

And I hope, they do it with honor.  If nothing else, with honor.  I respect you.


All I want, desire, hope for this country and world is peace.  Peace brings us together; love keeps us together.

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I was in Beta Club in high school, and yes, I was one of the dorky valedictorians keeping you from the cookouts after graduation ceremonies because I liked to write and give long-winded speeches about growing up, change and moving on. You’re welcome.

While I was in Beta Club, though, my now boyfriend (who wrote this story for the school’s website) talked me into running for secretary for the state’s Beta Club. I did, and I did pretty good and all until the second round of elections: question and answer.

Before the question and answer session, before standing on stage once more in front of thousands of people (we’re talking ALL Beta Clubs from the state of Tennessee here), those in charge let us look at each question to gather our thoughts and come up with an answer for each one. I had great answers for all of them… but one…

And that’s the one I drew out of the hat.
The question? “If you could ask the POTUS one question, what would it be?”

Naturally, plenty of controversial questions popped into my head. Questions like “Why are we in Iraq?” and “Why not help people in Africa instead?” or “Why don’t you do something about global warming?” immediately came to my mind, but of course I’m running for a state office and want votes, so I figured none of the above would be a safe option.

I opted for a safe, harmless question that ultimately cost me the election in an uncontroversial way: “What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?” My defense? I like knowing stupid stuff like that about people, because I like to connect with others. I’m a fun person.

I was (and still am) blonde. And a former cheerleader on top of that.
And my campaign was, “Red, White and Blonde/Expect more, elect Moore” with “Not just another dumb blonde,” printed on the front of each shirt. Fitting, no?

Whatever. I didn’t want the office anyway. Too much responsibility and stuffy-ness for my taste.

If I could go back and do it over again, I’d have better answers. Questions like, “How many lives will it take for you to pull out of Iraq completely?” “How do you plan on *helping to lower gas prices?” and “Do you realize how bad America looks in the global eye?” would be great choices, and by now most may agree with me on that.

So, I ask you, what would you ask the President of the United States? And why?

**Note:  Re-worded after reader comment.  Thanks!

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