Feelings...Whoa whoa, feelings

From the great state of Massachusettes, we have the thrilling tale of "war guilt" by someone who was never there, never supported it, and feels guilty that he failed to stop it. Remember children, only you can prevent forest fires...

That said, perhaps some readers will understand why my friends and I rip yellow ribbon "support the troops" magnets off of cars or wherever people have affixed them. By ripping off these ribbons, we find a way to deal with our guilt, as though with each ribbon swiped we take back a life that was taken by this senseless war started by our senseless president and those who support him.

We say, "support the troops" so that we won't feel guilty about saying "no" to war. We reason that if we say that we support the troops, somehow we aren't monsters for not saying a word when the death tolls of U.S. soldiers climbed above 1,000. Those ribbons are yellow for a reason, they are not the mark of armed forces support, they are the mark of cowards. Pundits on the radio advise their cowardly listeners to approach men and women in army uniforms and say "thank you." I cannot do that...

The interesting effect of the intellectual 'life' on college campuses is that private property is no longer sacrosanct if your private property interferes with my feelings.