Thirty-two cranky letters and here’s what I get:
September 27, 2004Ms. Marnie Webb
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Oakland, CaliforniaDear Ms. Webb:
Thank you for contacting me regarding Iraq. I appreciate hearing from you.
As you may know, I voted against granting the President the authority to wage a unilateral war against Iraq. I felt it was important to act in concert with our allies and allow weapons inspectors to continue their work.
I am deeply concerned that our troops are both currently overworked and dangerously overexposed. Unfortunately, the Bush Administration has done nothing to work with the international community to address this situation.
In October 2003, the Senate passed my amendment that would have required the administration to report on the extent U.S. forces in Iraq had been replaced with international or U.N. peacekeeping forces. Unfortunately, because of its unilateral policies, the Bush administration has been
unable to convince other nations or the United Nations to provide additional military personnel to help share the burden in Iraq.I am deeply disturbed with the way things are going in Iraq. The President never had a plan after the initial military action and it is
resulting in massive losses of life and injuries on all sides.We need a fresh start in Iraq. I will continue to push for an international effort to reduce the hardship on our troops, to assist
Iraq in the reconstruction process, and to craft an exit strategy for our troops.
Once again, thank you for your letter and for caring deeply about this life and death matter.Sincerely,
Barbara Boxer
United States Senator
Do you think it was the threat of more action that got this? Or did a letter without the word “fuck” finally get up to the top of the stack?
Of course, this response has nothing to do with the lies told by our current President on his way to a military action.
"He stopped commenting on this oddness of hers. She said the news clippings she sent to friends were a perfectly reasonable way to correspond. There were a thousand things to clip and they all said something about the way she felt. He watched her read and cut. She wore half-glasses and worked the scissors grimly. She believed these were personal forms of expression. She believed no message she could send a friend was more intimate and telling than a story in the paper about a violent act, a crazed man, a bombed Negro home, a Buddhist monk who sets himself on fire. Because these are the things that tell us how we live." -Don Dellilo, Libra
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