Bhutto

Sad. It's sad. Why would the death of someone somewhere in Pakistan make me so sad? She wasn't a saint, despite the hagiography that CNN would promulgate on you. She had scandals, controversy, drama. Not a saint. Not by a long shot. It's not the Islam-thing. The 9/11 B.S. It's the death of someone, some-thing, something that had the potential to "turn the page". Like the end of a marriage or an affair, or recovering from a loss or graduation, there is something about moving on, about moving forward. For a person, for a country. The death of Benazir Bhutto was like ice water splashed on my chest.

Makes me fear for our future. Not for the future in little old Baltimore. I doubt someone wants to blow up Towson, Maryland. But, it just feels like we in the US need some chance to move on... from Bush, from Iraq, from "terror". Just to freakin' move on, or move back to an America that we once loved and cherished.

Bhutto's death makes that return more fragile. Sad. Real sad.

Why care about the other end of the Earth?

Because it will be at our doorstep before we know it...

Our little America. This country that I truly love.