From the Waco Tribune, at the end of an article about Cindy Sheehan's effort to ask the President about why her son died for the President's lies:
"President Bush on Saturday has scheduled a bike ride across his 1,600-acre ranch with seven-time Tour de France champion Lance Armstrong."
Lance Armstrong is going bike riding with the President? No, Lance, No! Listen, W is still trying to earn his momma's approval. You know he's gonna wanna race. If you beat him, he'll be sulky, and if he wins, she'll know you let him. There's no winning for you in this contest, Lance!
I admire Cindy Sheehan. She's got a point of view and of contention, and she's taking a stand. Military families who take a combative approach to her opinion are clearly part of the old club-'em-over-the-head-and-drag-'em-back-to-the-cave ethos. I recognize in Cindy the call to non-violence. I hear it in her voice, I see it in her face.
Non-violence is really tough. It takes tremendous strength and courage to be non-violent. It demonstrates the highest faith in that Spirit which binds us all together. Which is easier when you are threatened? To react and fight back or to respond from a place of choice?
Husbands, learn to truly honor your wives. Mothers, teach your sons the skill of kindness. Daughters, look for potential husbands who know how to redirect wrath and forge compromises. I don't know what to do about the Barbara Bushes of the world, but there has got to be a way to help damaged matriarchs see all people as their children.
In the final analysis, it really is up to women. If you encourage men to buy big gas-guzzling cars, if you fall over each other to compete for the guys with the biggest egos, if you swivel your hips at dashing barrel-chesters who enjoy killing things with their bare hands, then the next generations will look and act like the past generations.
Please do the world a favor and have babies with kind, nurturing men, and let the knuckle dragging, mouth breathing, gun toting genes die off.