Which is not the same as being sincere.

If/when she lets go of this, she's a nobody and her son -- as if he isn't, anyway -- is well and truly dead.

That's her fear, not "the war."

And just exactly where is it that you got your MD in psychiatry?:rolleyes:

If her motive was impacting "the war," it doesn't take a genius to realize that she's NOT and HASN'T.

Continuing this, she's disturbed either way.

And? :rolleyes:

At least she's not throwing bricks through office windows.;)

Exceedingly valid point.

Despite the fact that I'm an Uncaring, Unfeeling Rabid Racist Ultra Right Wing Crank who despises liberals & all they stand for, etc, etc, etc, I DO feel for her...I cannot imagine how it must feel to lose one's child.

There you go Sandy - showing your soft side again. :)

We've seen enough expressions of parental concern here that we oughta start calling this the family values forum. ;)

Regards,

D-Ray

Okay. I'll be the ass, I'm good at it.

This was never about her kid, who is dead, gone, across the river and cannot be helped in any way.

Nor was it, or is it, about impacting the war by manning embarrassing vigil along a fence. (By virtue of doing what we're doing, the Executive has accepted deaths. You're not going to change any minds.)

This was about a focus for her anger, an anger that she has no right to have.

Her son was an adult. He made choices. He accepted responsibility for his well-being -- even if in the support of this military action buffoonery -- and his mother is shaming his volunteerism.

If she was used as a tool, by any party, she was a willing, prostituted, participant.

No sympathy.

If she doesn't like how this went down, she should vote: just like anyone else.

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I just feel bad for the women.

She just cannot cope with her loss.

Heartbreaking.

I cannot agree more.

Once again switching gears, the main reason I'm not overly critical of the religious is that some people simply don't have the strength to face life by themselves.

Myself, I've never been able to have faith in something of which I have no comprehension. I suppose I'm too analytical.

I've always relied on Dutch Courage when I'm alone in the dark. I've also been known to rely on it for breakfast.

Chas

:confused: You do realize it was I that posted this????

My Mother coped, not to say that it did not tear her heart apart. My Dad had died but she soldiered on, then when my Brother went she died a little each day.

Of course I do. We're on the same page more often than not.

If we were to drop the Donks v Pukes, left v right meaningless label crapola, and quit cheering for the home team, we wouldn't have much to argue about at all.

Chas

Life is hard, and we all will face this, in different degrees.

I try not to judge anothers grief, people cope in different ways. And it's really none of my business in the first place.

Chas

As I have said, most my life I have been center right, I just think things went to far and need a correction.

My mother learned how to survive circumstances throughout her life. She outlived three husbands and two daughters-in-law. I don't know how she would have reacted, however, if she had lost one of her "babies." In the natural order, we are not supposed to outlive our offspring, and don't know if anyone is wired to completely recover from that. God willing, I don't want to find out.

Regards,

D-Ray

Yeah...I lost my mom about 18 months ago, it was/is tough, I find myself STILL picking up the phone to ask her something, & then...Can't do THAT anymore...But it was time for my mom to go...She'd suffered for 15-20 years from COPD & Emphysema, had been on oxygen for a good 10 yrs. She still managed to make it to 83. Wish she'd gotten to know my wife better, not as just the "Patient/Nurse" relationship they had. I have a feelin' they woulda been BIG buds...Mama was a lot of fun back before the COPD got hold of her. And she was SO damn glad to have FINALLY pawned me off on some poor, unsuspecting woman, She woulda done ANYTHING to make sure I never came back....Mbwahahahaha...

At the risk of becoming too maudlin here, I met my sweetie because my grandmother and father were in the hospital at the same time. Opening line was "will you change my grandmothers bed?" Twenty-something years later, she helped nurture my mother through her last several years of Alzheimer's, ran a "bed and breakfast" when my brothers came into town, and continued to take care of her "angels" every night at the nursing home. Now she tells me nearly every day that she misses our boys, even though they're only 35 miles away. As much of a rock as she has been for me, I don't know what would become of her if we lost one of our boys.

Regards,

D-Ray

I met my sweetie in a beer joint. I'm a hopeless romantic.

Chas