September 11th, 2014

This is the picture I took of Ambassador Stevens grave shortly after he was buried. I have no idea why his death haunts me, but it does. As I said last year, it is not much of a resting place and there is no way you could picture Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama standing next to it giving condolences to the family.

His Benghazi death was brutal so we won't discuss it. What I can say is no one should die that way, so alone, so very much alone.  Most people don't even know who he is, much less where his grave is located. But he's resting in an old foothills graveyard where the grass is dead and the monuments need cleaning. I doubt anyone visits. The little flags above have long since blown away. It is a painfully sad graveyard.

I believed that by this time we would have pulled out of Iraq and Afghanistan and hopefully democracy  had taken root. Instead we have ISIS, a brutally butchering gang of thugs that hate everyone. Even kids.  Jimminey Crickets, how can you blame the kids? The Arab Spring has turned into an Arab horror show. And to tell you the truth, I just don't get it. I really don't.

Sometimes, I feel as if I'm in the middle of someone's badly written play. It is for sure I didn't write it.

The only way to purge myself of the horror I witnessed last night is to cry. Now we will arm ISIS in Syria while our drones bomb civilians. I don't get it. I really don't.

In a way, it is our fault. We elected these people into office. Republican and Democrat alike. I only know one thing for sure and that is:

This will not end well.

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