Hate The War/Support The Troops

Is it just me, or does everyone find this concept a bit ludicrous? I mean I am not talking about returning to the "old days" where we called soldiers baby killers and spat on them when they walked down the streets, but I do question this whole policy as it currently stands.

For instance, I think that we could better support our troops by demanding that they either be allowed to fight this war the way they see fit without political interference or we could just support them by demanding that they come home and abandon this whole fruitless endeavor. Either way, just get this thing over with because it has reached the point of absurdity. After reading that story, it becomes apparent that the military needs to support the troops too. These guys are just doing what they need to do to stay alive.

I have been tagged by the lovely Meggie of Life's Free Treats to take part in a meme. I don't normally do them, but occasionally when I have nothing better to blather on about, I will take part.

Here are the rules (which I shall break most of them):

1 Link the person who has tagged you.

2 Tell seven true things about yourself.

3 Tag seven new people.

4 Leave a message with the person you have tagged so they know about it.

Okay, here goes:

1. I hate the fact that I smoke. I would give anything if I could turn back the clock to a point where I didn't smoke with the knowledge that I would never pick one of the damned things up. It is the worst possible addiction in the world. I would much rather be a heroin addict. Seriously.

2. I don't like to drive anymore. I wonder if I will be one of those (really) old people that eventually gives up his driving privileges. Of course, on the other hand, I don't like riding with people anymore either. Maybe I can get one of those little carts to ride around in.

3. Nothing, and by nothing, I mean absolutely nothing can bring a smile to my face quicker than my Chihuahua standing at my feet looking up at me with her tail wagging and her ears back.

4. I sometimes wonder if my wife and kids know how much they mean to me. I am not what you would call an overly-demonstrative kind of guy so I am not sure if they really know how I feel sometimes.

5. I think that my years of abusing alcohol may have finally caught up with me. I sense a serious slow-down in my future. Every time I quit, I completely fall apart mentally, so be prepared.

6. I never cried when my dad died. I like to tell myself that it was because he was so miserable with all of his health issues, but deep down, I don't think that is really why I haven't cried. Conversely, when my wife's dad died, I cried like a baby. My mother was at both funerals and I know she noticed it. I wonder what she thinks about it.

7. I am so completely and totally burned out on what I do for a living that I purposely avoid phone calls from friends in the business that I know will talk on for hours about the business. I wish I owned a convenience store where my whole family could work. I would specialize in selling beer and tobacco to minors (it is much more profitable that way).

Okay, here is the part where some of you may come to hate me. I am going to tag. It will only hurt for a few minutes and you will get over it. Do it if you want, don't do it if you don't want to. Of course, if you don't, I will put a hit out on you.

The following can consider themselves fucked tagged:

Sara Sue: This is what you get for being so funny and such a good blogger.
Colonel Colonel: Oh sure, you think you can sit out there in New England and live your peaceful little life. Oh hell no, it ain't happening.
Phoebe Fay: You of the "oh so insightful" are not immune to such things!
Preposterous Ponderings: MILFS are not immune to tags.
Beach Bum: The new guy on the block has to share some of the load. It's the law.
Malach: Even superheroes/superbloggers have to play, whether they want to or not.
Here Today/Gone Tomorrow: Quit your damn protesting and get on with the meme.

Okay class. You all have your assignments, so get busy. Keep your eyes on your own work.

To the rest of you that didn't get tagged, be thankful I like you.