mushin no shin

Nazim Qadir. Taxi Driver. Kirkuk. 2/7/06.

Who was Nazim Qadir? Is that the sum of his life? What where his dreams? What were his plans for 2/8/06? We’ll never know.

Yes, I just got back form the march, and it was truly a moving experience. I’ve attended a number of these things, but this one really got to me. As we stood there in front of the federal building, reading alternately the names of Tennessean soldiers and Iraqi civilians killed in this gross, stupid war, there was no choice but to reflect on the depth of the tragedy.

Nazim Qadir. Taxi Driver. Kirkuk. 2/7/06.

I stepped up to the microphone and read his name, and I felt ashamed. Ashamed that this man was murdered in my name, and ashamed that all I can do for him is to read his name aloud and hope to give him a moment of dignity.

Sometimes as I traverse the blogosphere I worry that perhaps I’m too harsh in my condemnations of modern conservatives. Especially since as a Libertarian I ostensibly agree with you on at least a few things. Then I remember.

Nazim Qadir and more than 33,000 like him have been murdered. Murdered by a repugnant, stupid, STUPID man who I wouldn’t hire to run my errands, much less my country. Murderd by a Cokehead Christian Cowboy that YOU put in office — the 51 million or so of you that willingly and blindly voted for this monster are just as guilty as he. Nazim Qadir’s blood is on YOUR hands. And whether I like it or not, his blood is on my hands as well.

So if you think I get a little snarky sometimes, well you can fuck right off. Because if I have to choose a lesser evil, between higher taxes and mass murder, well I guess I’m going to have to live with higher taxes. Because I can’t afford the bad karma you folks are bringing.

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