Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Don't Close Your Blinds

Saw this over at The Gunn Nutt's. Read it. I have yet to see a better way to explain what is going on today with Iraq.

I was made aware of this piece on
AnySoldier.com as part of a post by Maj. Mitchell "Taco" Bell, USMC. It has apparently been around for a while. I found a post here from Sept. 2004. So if you've already seen it, well ... read it again!

The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war.....My husband and I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good explanation.

My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our front living room window. He said "Son, stand there and tell me what you see."

"I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses." he replied. "Ok, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United States of America and that you are President Bush." Our son giggled and said "OK"

"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said.

"OK Dad, I'm pretending."

"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death. Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming and crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and they are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son....what do you do?"


"What do you do son?"

"I'd call the police, Dad."

"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your call. They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you do then son?"

"Dad.....but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.

"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband says.

"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.

"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."

"Daddy...he kills them?"

"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"

"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door neighbor to help me stop him." our son says.

"Son, our next door neighbor see's what is happening and refused to get involved as well. He refused to open the door and help you stop him." my husband says.

"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself !!"

"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" our son starts to cry.

"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"

"What Daddy?"

"He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and then ....he kills her. He turns around and see you standing in the window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"


'WHAT DO YOU DO?" Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I'd close the blinds, Daddy.
My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him. "Why?"

"Because Daddy....the police are supposed to help people who need them...and they won't help.....You always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop him....I'm afraid...I can't do it by myself Daddy....I can't look out my window and just watch him do all these terrible things and...and..do nothing ....so .... I'm just going to close the blinds...so I can't see what he's doing.....and I'm going to pretend that it is not happening."

I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and he says....


"Yes, Daddy"

"Open the blinds because that man....he's at your front door...."WHAT DO YOU DO?"

My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he says:


I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs our son to his chest and hugs him tight, and says..."It's too late to fight him, he's too strong and he's already at YOUR front door son...you should have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his children and the old lady across the way. You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it alone, before its too late." My husband whispers.

That scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good men stand by and let evil happen son, THAT is the greatest atrocity in the world.



Anonymous said...

my, you aren't very perceptive are you.

LadyGunn said...

And precisely what are you accusing me of not perceiving in your oh-so-enlightening comment, oh Great One Who Doesn't Have The Balls To Leave A Name?

Alex P. said...

The only problem is that what actually happened is the little kid in the house told everyone he saw a murder but it was just a barbecue. He made it up because he wanted to steal the lawn darts the family was playing with.

But by the time the family was arrested and relatives were stopping by to question the procedure, the darts had been made nearly useless and several were taken by cousins as they left.

Everyone woulda been better off if the kid had just listened to the U.N. (and the rest of the world) when they said there had been no murder.

Patriot said...

You tol' him, lady.

Anon E. Mous said...

Nobody "tol'" me anything. Juvenile insults do nothing for the exchange of ideas.

The post you are referring to is written satirically as a cautionary tale of how simplistic thinking can result in millions of deaths. black and white are not the colours of rational thought. if you don't get this, then, as i said, you aren't very perceptive.

Anonymous said...

"But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?”"

"I was FLYING!"

Anonymous said...

Um, the post you are quoting is satire to show how the right sees only one side of things, and how dangerous it is to let yourself be blinded by ideology - and once you do it, you'll never see anything except what your worldview makes you see. I hope the sarcasm wasn't too subtle for you...

Anonymous said...

Chapter II:

We fight our way across the street and into the living room. The man goes into hiding in the basement, and we discover that he didn't have the weapons we thought he had and he was actively opposing the kids who put flaming bags of dog poop on our lawn.

We eventually find the abusive father and shoot him in the head, then the remaining family starts making noise about not wanting people they've never met running their house so we turn it over to his wife's white supremacist uncles - our former enemies who we've been paying our abusive neighbors' rent to fight since they moved next door to *him* in the 1970s. We set up camp in his living room while the wife's white supremacist family calls for an immediate withdrawal and the abusive neighbor's stepsons throw firebombs at us from the kitchen. The kids who left a flaming bag of poo on our doorstep take advantage of the chaos to enter the country they never previously occupied and set up a thriving flammable-bag-poop industry, recriuting some of the abused family's younger children to help them and importing other help from outside the neighborhood. What started as a six-month domestic intervention drags into a four year affair, and we take out a second mortgage on our own house to pay for this mess. Meanwhile we're too poor, tired and sleep-deprived to go to Home Depot for supplies when a hurricane blows through town and demolishes our back patio.

While we sit in the dark in our former abusive neighbor's house throwing wild punches at his stepsons we end up landing four times as many punches on the abused wife and children as the abusive father did when he was head of the household, who start calling us "worse than our abusive daddy" and call for us to leave immediately. Meanwhile the white supremacists start taking the wife's "wolf brigade" next door to train and indoctrinate them, and everyone involved sits back and bides their time till we leave their house.

-tongodeon who wouldn't want to be called bad names if he didn't leave his contact info.

LadyGunn said...

I'll try this again as the first one disappeared.

My response to all current and future comments can be found here.

Mike said...

Anonymous, at 2/03/2006 4:55 PM:

And the loony left sees both sides in a completely unbiased fashion.

Nice blog ladygun.

Makes me want to actually start feeding mine again...LOL