Murtha’s appearance seems to be The Big Story out of the Sabbath Gasbags this time around. Before the show was even off the air (CDT anyway) I was seeing it in the “AP Reports” box most papers carry. I found the appearance remarkable—not for the Haditha Massacre & Coverup story itself, which blog readers have known for a week or more—but the fact that it could be discussed for ten solid minutes at least and the words “My Lai” never once get mentioned. What an exquisite squeeze the Bushits are in: Murtha can say, and others pick up and repeat, that this Haditha incident is “worse than Abu Ghraib” and the only line the warmongers could possibly come back with is “Yeah, but it’s not as bad as My Lai!”

Fuckers. United States Marines broke into civilian houses because they were the closest ones to the road where a bomb had gone off and killed one of their own. They forced the occupants to their knees, listened to them plead, in some cases in English, for mercy, and then gunned them down.

Imagine throwing yourself between your child and a gun—you would do that, wouldn’t you? Or at least you like to think you would, and hope to never find out for sure.

But then imagine that the time has come and you proved equal to your hopes, and even as you feel the bullets smash into your own body you see that they have passed through your flesh and hit your son as well, and blood is spurting out of your daughter’s stomach to mix with your own. Wonderful thought to take with you into death, isn’t it?

And then they covered it up.

Fuckers.

I don’t think I even want to talk about what cheery babble Warner then engaged in, or which ex-Congressman (Republican from Ohio, which tells you about all you need to know) had a book to peddle about how All of Washington is In a Bubble So They’re All Equally Evil and term limits is the solution to it all.

Fuckers. I’m going to go out and sit by the pond and count goldfish, and try not to think about dead civilians, and dead honor, on a day meant to remember dead soldiers. On second thought that’s technically tomorrow isn’t it? Maybe by then I will be able to contemplate the “boys should not be held accountable for what they do soldiering” theory without wanting to puke.