Spuh.

[joiedecombat]

Walked back from class across the drill field. Counted twelve people on cell phones.

I don't get it.

What are they all talking about? What could possibly be important enough to have a conversation about while you're walking somewhere? I mean, I have a cell phone. I hardly ever use it. Mostly for long distance calls 'cause it's prepaid, or when I need to know something that can't wait until I'm near a phone. It's pretty much reserved for emergencies, only I haven't had any that have required it.

Then again, given the impressive online times I've been racking up, maybe I shouldn't criticize.

A society of communication junkies. Whee.

Don't mind me, Ethics class always makes me a little introspective. We discussed covering war today, natch. I got to gripe about being kicked around for not supporting military action in Iraq. Stammered and fumbled like a go-tard when called upon to explain the contents of my homework assignment; no wonder I don't talk on the phone much. Bweh.

Well, anyhow.

Speaking of griping: they're calling the bombing operation in Baghdad "Shock and Awe"? Sounds like reactions to a fireworks display, which is fitting, 'cause the footage last night on CBS sounded like one. It didn't look like one; they didn't show any explosions, just an attractive street with a pretty dawn sky that occasionally had tiny dark things zip across it.

If my information (from my Ethics professor, whose stance on the whole business is as yet unknown) is correct, only a small portion of the attack used those highly accurate targeted missiles. The rest were "bunker busters" dropped from stealth bombers.

Hell of a fireworks display. It's only just started and I'm already tired of the sanitized imagery we're getting from the media. Shock and awe, my ass. Maybe Joe Public would be a little less inclined to rattle the saber if he actually saw some stuff blowing up and people getting hurt.

Then again, Joe Public would probably enjoy that. Ugh.

And the next person who accuses me of being unpatriotic and cowardly can bite me. I love my country. For the most part, I love living here. But I think we need to be collectively taken down a couple pegs until we stop trying to control the whole world. I don't even know what we're bombing Iraq for. I've got a brother in Air Force officer's training, and I'd just as soon he didn't go anywhere near the Persian Gulf, k thx.

That is all.

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[bahimiron.livejournal.com]

I remember once back in my more conformist youth when I was a member of the Jewish Youth at my synagogue, the leader had banned beepers and cell-phoners during the hour and a half every Saturday that we spent at JY. This caused a lot of ruckus cos every self-important nit (most of them girls, sorry) insisted that they /had/ to have their beeper and/or cell-phone. One in particular, Lisa Sidenstucker, was absolutely wroth at the idea of leaving the house without both. My comment, "Two kinds of people in the world /need/ to have a beeper, Lisa. Doctors and prostitutes. Which are you?"

I shouldn't have been so surprised at the backlash.

I don't get people who have both a beeper and a cell-phone. That one just makes no sense to me.