Goodby Cindy

An open letter to Cindy Sheehan

Dear Cindy:

Last night Keith Olbermann told me that you have moved to a place of personal peace. I can certainly understand. Sometimes it seems to me that the only way to change our guilty species is by means of a rock from outer space. Our endless war is evidence that humans are no better than other beasts. We are as ripe for extenuation as the dinosaurs ever were. I wonder if it wouldn't be better to wipe clean man's guilty history and start fresh. Educating humans is a hopeless, thankless task. You gave it a noble try, Cindy. Thank you, mother Sheehan You are among the best of us all.
Nevertheless I didn't want you to leave without telling you about my debt to you. I quite probably owe you my life. At the least I owe you my new life.

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