Vindication is mine

I stumbled out the doors of my dorm at the ungodly hour of 9am this morning. Upon first inspection, the day promised to be pleasant. There was sunshine, it was uncharacteristly warm, and there was a nice refreshing breeze. I continued down the side walk, being careful not to stumble on the stairs with leftover slush from Monday's freak snow storm. After I had safely made it down the flight of stairs I wasn't sure if I was being delusional but it seemed that every solid surface was covered with messages in brightly colored chalk. Momentarily I thought someone had decided to apologize for being an asshole oir something, much like college apologized to Kristin of Madpony. But no, to my dissapointment all of the brightly colored chalk advertised the campus-wide war protest on March 20th. Ok, so someone spent hours on their hands and knees scribling in messy chalk just so thousands of people could walk all over it. Fine with me, I'm not exactly a supporter of their cause.

Then it struck me, aren't they a little late? Isn't "THE WAR" already well underway? Do these people honestly expect us to abandon the Iraqis right now? I had visions of US soldiers hopping on transport planes while little Iraqi children armed with AK-47's looked on as if to say "what do we do now?". Ok so maybe the initial reasons for going to war weren't so great and maybe the decision was a little hasty, I'll give you all that. BUT, we have to finish what we started. If we were to pull out now we'd leave these people worse than they were when Saddam's statues littered the streets. We have to be responsible about this. These are people, lots of them, who need a lot of help and guidance right now...we owe them this. Besides, leaving now would potentially culture the most threatening terrorist state ever known. It would also demonstrate to other rogue nations (i.e. North Korea, Syria, etc) that the U.S. is weak and vulnerable.

No worries, I got my justice. It rained later and all of the lies were washed away. Vindication is mine.