War as Deterent

You know what it's like. (The Iraq War). Is wehn you use the wrong (cheap) laundrys deterent.

Let me make a analogy so you can understand/relate. Because everone has detergent their prefence. Mine is Dreft currently but the point is, wehn you use the wrong one thats a wrong that can stick with you for a long time. Like say you put on pants that day and get to work and than already your legs starting itching. You scratch alittle but oh, hey you can deal with it, because anways your job(temp job/Manpower) is mostly about just some light collating and putting together packets for the sales reps. Theres not much running around and as long as you finish your stuffs nobody bother's you(Julie shares your cubicle but she's on vacation). Basicelly privaty, you can even keep corn chip's in the desk drawer and no one will harress if your discrete.

So you get to your cubicle but now already you're in kinda of agony. You're legs is itching like crazy now. What is this? Something isn't right here. Something DEFINATELY not right. So even before you start the day's stack you have to go to the restroom into a stall and pull down the pants and lo the behold, you're ENTIRE legs(and even up higher though fortunately not under panties which was washed before with other detergent) is red and irritent from this cheapo new deteregent you washed the pants with. All you want to do is scractch scartch till the cows come but than someone else comes in to the restroom (its your co worker Brett) you have to wait silent in the stall till Brett finishes and leaves. This getting embrassing, here.

You try to back at you're desk but now even sitting is a painful torture like fire ants crawling around entire lower half you're body. The cold plastic of the chair is somewhat soothing but there's no way your mind can kepts on assembling in the right order. You try try press legs to chair for at least somewaht of an ahhhhh type felling but thats no way to work environment.

At this point, what do you do? What do you do? Well we don't have to wonder. Because it's directly analogous to the current predicament we find ourself's in wehn it comes to the wrong Iraq War that we did.

Do you just grind and bare and pretend that you didn't use the wrong detergent in the frist place? (Dhinger's) Do you go on blog's all the over the place and make all sort's of phoney baloney arguments about how there was nothing wrong with the detergent that you used and in fact the choice to use that detergent was the right one and you'd do it all over again? (Remember; your legs is like covered in hot chili pepper sauce. Or like those black pappers from Chinese Food which I ate one time and for the entire next hour was just like yeeeeeeow and no good to anyone)

Or do you admit that waht you did was wrong? Do you do the grownup reality base thing(albeit how painful it maybe) and admit that yes, it was wrong, this detergent was wrong.

This war was wrong.

Eventually of course I had to just go to the bass (Juanita) and explain the whole thing. It was still only like 10:20 but she let me go home and change to fresh outfit from other laundrys , sooth legs than come back wehn better. She was such a sweethert.