how's that yellow ribbon working out for you?

Once again had a screaming fit in the car when I heard the recent bullshit attempt to deny veterans proper care.

I'm glad the Department of Veteran Affairs has stepped in to insist that this one rogue administrator has nothing to do with their official policy. I'd love to believe them but given the Walter Reed scandal, and the institutionalized neglect and denial that plagues military mental health care, I've gotta say I'm feeling a little thin on trust these days.

Is it sick for me to say I'm almost glad we lost our family's Iraq War soldier, rather than see him come home broken and violent and unstable? To see him come home with a sense that to be a man one must suck it up and never ask for help?  To see him come home and raise a son into a paradigm where pain and suffering signify nothing more than weakness? Yes. It's sick for me to say that. But it's a sick fucking world, kids. It's a sick war, and a sick military, and above all a sick country. Here's hoping we can get our hands on some kind of moral penicillin in the near future.

Happy Memorial Day weekend.