And maybe this is the part I find most distancing about my president, not his fanatic heart -- the unassailable sense he projects that God is on his side -- we all have that. But that he seems to lack anything like real remorse, here in the third August of Iraq, in the fourth August of Afghanistan, in the fifth August of his presidency -- for all of the intemperate speech, for the weapons of mass destruction that were not there, the "Mission Accomplished" that really wasn't, for the funerals he will not attend, the mothers of the dead he will not speak to, the bodies of the dead we are not allowed to see and all of the soldiers and civilians whose lives have been irretrievably lost or irreparably changed by his (and our) "Bring It On" bravado in a world made more perilous by such pronouncements.
Surely we must all bear our share of guilt and deep regret, some sadness at the idea that here we are, another August into our existence, and whether we arrived by way of evolution or intelligent design or the hand of God working over the void, no history can record that we've progressed beyond our hateful, warring and fanatical ways.
We may be irreversibly committed to play out the saga of Iraq. But each of us, we humans, if we are to look our own kind in the eye, should at least be willing to say we're sorry, that all over our smaller and more lethal planet, whatever the causes, we're still killing our own kind -- the same but different -- but our own kind nonetheless. Even on vacation we oughtn't hide from that.
http://www.startribune.com/stories/1519/5565795.htmlThomas Lynch, a funeral director, is the author of "The Undertaking" and "Booking Passage: We Irish and Americans."