Answer Her Questions, Mr. Bush

It is the absolute least you can do after her son died for your lie. She is outside your ranch, and you know she is there, you have sent your minions out already.

Be a man and get your ass out there and talk to this woman, right now.

If you don't, she will wait you out. You don't get to win this one. Her son died for you. A lot of mothers lost sons for you.

My son almost enlisted in the Marine Reserves in 2001. I wasn't able to talk him out of it, and I was frantic. I have never in my life known such terror as I felt when he told me his plans to enlist in the Marines on your watch. My instincts told me you were bad news for the entire country, and for the military in particular. Thankfully, his father was able to reach him with his experiences as a man who wore the uniform, and keep him a civilian. I thank him, out loud, every day. Let me tell you now what his father said that kept our son out of the Marines:

He told him that he did not trust you, Mr. Bush. He told him that you would prove to be a lying, deceitful, sanctimonious fake-Christian who would get thousands of young men killed while he was in office. He told him, as a veteran (who never fired a shot), not to serve a Commander-in-Chief who doesn't have the good sense to avoid an ill-advised pissing contest, who will go looking for trouble, because his Daddy got to have a war on his watch, and Junior's an inadequate failure and a punk. This meant something coming from his father, who served honorably, and not only upheld the Honor Code while he won the Cold War, he was one of the officers who repaired it after the exodus of seasoned officers in 1974. My son understands that you have destroyed our national credibility, as well as the Honor Code. The Honor Code is the only thing that stands between a military and tyranny on the populace.

I am not happy about my husbands prediction coming true. Cassandra was never my nickname, and I am not a liberal who delights in the mess you have made. I am an American who is heartbroken by it! But my husband served under ever C-in-C since Carter, and as a missile man, he had to call the President personally at least once during every administration from Carter through Clinton; when enough birds couldn't sortie: "I've talked to them Son. I've spoken with them. Carter was the nicest man I ever spoke to, and Clinton had genuine concern. I know something about Presidents. And I don't trust this son-of-a-bitch. Please don't join up, at least not while that punk-ass little prick is President. If something happens before he manages to start a war in the middle east that will drag on forever and kill thousands of Americans and tens of thousands of Iraqis, then we'll talk about this again. But don't serve under this guy, he isn't worth it, and he won't do anything worthwhile. He will get you killed."

Tom, I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, when I was seven years old and my Daddy was on leave...we went to a basketball game at the high-school gym back home, and you were playing. I told Debbie Camp that night that I was going to marry you when I grew up. I have always known I married and had children with the right man. Every moment this fiasco drags on, I love you more and more for saving our only son.

UPDATE: I have corrected a couple of typo's and inserted a sentence that I inadvertently left out. The women are out in force on this one, and are very angry...Justifiably so, might I add. Blues Babe; my heart goes out to your entire family as you struggle to help your nephew put his life back together. And lastly, Mother, and anyone else who wants the information: contact me via email for information on assembling a "Conscientious Objector" dossier for your son before it comes to a conscription situation. Preparation is the best method of prevention.

---Tammy
---7 August 2005
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