What's left of it.
I have never felt that aggressive about bearing witness - more like beating a drum knowing that I’m probably the only one hearing it, and wondering if that’s just masochistic . But from the inception of the atrocity of the attack on (laying waste to, really) Falluja, I felt a specially intense despair about the loss of any sense of morality on the part of my countrymen in particular, but also the world in general. At that point, I began keeping a blog devoted to that special Hell, and I must say I am indeed still amazed at the lack of attention paid it, even in light of the continuing reports of the condition of the people there. At the time, it was used as a source of pride and a rallying point for the pretense that our soldiers are over there protecting our freedom here. Once that was spent, we had no more use for it.
Perhaps if each American adult had to adopt, raise, and care for one child orphaned or afflicted by the war, we’d make our government stop.
Don’t worry. We don’t even have to look at them.