Let me just say this again, I am not a fan of war. In my mind it takes a whole lot of reason to go to the homes of another group of people and start killing everybody. In this latest instance the reasons we had were flimsy at best and criminal and worst.
But that is not why I am writing this. No earlier yesterday they discovered the identity of a young man who had been kidnapped in Iraq and then found dead. the boy’s name was Joe Anzack. Despite the fact that I never knew him, I could feel my body go numb and cold as I read on CNN, “Fallen soldier from Torrance CA, Joseph Anzack.” You see I now live in Torrance, CA. I know people who knew him know me. People around here are up in arms about losing one of their own. Hell even though I am a transplant, I feel he was one of my own.
But despite all that I still found myself annoyed this afternoon as I was out driving. I was at a light when I saw a bunch of younger folks out with signs standing on the corner. They were war protesters, most holding signs that said “Honk for Joe”, and others saying “Honk for Peace”. Now I am a big fan of peace, but to me there was no more wasted energy and time than what I saw.
As nice an idea as it may sound, the simple act of honking your car horn will not magically create peace. Honking will not bring back Joe. Joe is gone and that is a terrible thing, but if you really feel compelled to action about it, standing outside with ‘Honk’ signs is about the dumbest thing you can do about it. Go to city hall, write letters to your congressmen and senators, get on TV with a pro-peace rally, join an organization with a no-war agenda.
For God sakes don’t stand on a street corner waving a sign, there is no more pointless endeavor. The main reason I am saying this is because one of the biggest thing that pisses me off is misused passion. I am sure these people mean well, just like those crazy folks who actually believe in recycling, but they choose the most passive, weak, and mindless ways to express real emotions. This angers me. I love the message, but am irritated by the delivery.
For the record I did not honk, even though I agreed with what they stood for.